The Humper Game Pt. 05 Ch. 02

As soon as she was done—I'd finished first—I picked her up and carried her off to the bedroom and set her down on the bed. Fireman's carry, this time around. She had the robe off and the covers down before I was undressed. I wasn't any more eager than she was.

I took my time getting her ready before I went in, so that she came a couple of times beforehand. This proved to be a good idea, because I didn't last all that long. When I came out and started in with my mouth again, she said, "Phil, please, wait a minute!"

I waited, and she said, "You told me to think about what you did to Ellen and Deedee, teasing them, you said—you said you got the idea from Sam." I nodded. "And Thursday night you warned me to remember, today, that I teased you then, with the implication that you were going to do something today in response." I nodded again. "So I think you ought to tease me the way you did Ellen and Deedee. Please, will you?"

I said, "OK, but if you can't keep the noise down better than they did I just may find something and gag you."

So I got her to the point of orgasm, and backed off, and I kept that up for three or four cycles. And yes, Ellen begged and complained, but she did keep her voice down. I knew from that time with Sam that soundproofing was nonexistent, though. I let her come in the end, and then before she was completely down from it I went in again, and her orgasm continued a while longer. And she even came one more time, too, when I did.

It was near dinnertime when we were done with that. We decided against another shower, either or both of us, but Ellen cleaned me off and I went to get a damp washcloth for her. Rather a lot had been running out.

When we were dressed, she came to me and kissed me. "You teased me, OK, but then you made up for it, big time. You can do that any time we have enough time to spare—well, you know you can do anything you want with me, any time. But please don't keep up the teasing much longer than that, OK?"

We heated some leftovers we had in the fridge, cleaned up the dishes, and went to bed. Yes, it was kind of early, but we had some things to do before we really went to sleep.

Even as early as we went to bed, the Monday morning alarm came too soon. Well, it was earlier than usual, too, to allow time for at least a quickie before we went off to run. And I said we were early getting to bed, not getting to sleep.

Kelly and I talked about the dance. From the few words I heard as they passed us, I thought that was the main topic for Ellen and Elise, too. And most of the conversation was Kelly telling me how much fun she had had, what she had especially enjoyed, what she had had trouble with, and so on. I talked a moderate amount, some of it just brief comments to show that I was paying attention, some of it explaining things she hadn't understood well enough. As Ellen and Elise slowed to a walk—and so we did as well—with about a lap ahead, Kelly looked at me and said, "You need to know that I enjoyed the whole thing, and we both stayed to the end, but for me one of the highlights was dancing with you. And that's not a request or an offer or anything of the kind, only a thank-you."

I took her arm for a brief squeeze. "You're welcome, and I'm glad you enjoyed it, and dancing with you specifically was a lot of fun, too. I think we'll need to be a little careful about couple dances, but once sometime I'd like to waltz or polka with you, if you're comfortable with that. But I really need to stick to Ellen for the most part. The past year was, um, it formed some bad habits in me, and I've got to get new ones down firmly."

"I understand perfectly, from everything you've said. I'd love it, but I'll let you do the asking."

We joined Ellen and Elise, and headed outside. We talked for just a minute. Kelly thanked Ellen for inviting her to the dance, just saying she'd enjoyed it a lot. Elise said much the same to me, taking my hand for a moment or two, thanking me for the waltz as well. I said that I'd enjoyed that tremendously, and that she was a good partner. I said about what I had said to Kelly, about needing to mostly dance with Ellen for dances like that, with that kind of body contact, and why I needed to be careful.

Ellen said, "I think Joanne and a couple of other women you met Saturday will want to waltz with you, too. And probably Tammy."

Elise went one way, and the rest of us the other. When the time came for Kelly to turn off, she kissed us each on the cheek, avoiding much more contact than that, though we were getting cooled down. "I really mean it, about how much fun I had," she told us. "Thank you again."

As Ellen and I walked the last bit of the way home, I told her, "Tammy might conceivably want to dance with me—if I haven't managed to torpedo things between her and Pete. I'm really pretty worried about that." I had seen her waltzing with Pete and with another man Saturday night, so I knew she was fine with waltzing as a woman. A few of the waltzing couples had been two women, and I really didn't know whether that was sexual preference, dancing preference, or the only available option for the ones dancing as men. None of my business in any case.

"I admit that's possible, but I think it's so unlikely that you shouldn't worry about it. She really does love him, in every way but romance and sex, and they're both really unhappy with the status quo. She's been putting up with it because she's felt she needed his protection, in a way, and she's been aware of how unfair it's been to him. And he's put up with a lot of pain and disappointment because he loves her. I think you'll see that they'll still be feeling their way, but their friendship will survive even if they were to stop living together."

We took longer in the shower than we probably should have, ate quickly, and went off to classes.

I was a little early for my first class, enough that the previous class hadn't ended yet. I was standing and waiting when Pete and Tammy walked up. And it was instantly clear—to me, anyway—that something had changed. The really obvious thing was that her her hand was casually on his arm, just above the elbow. But beyond that there was something hard to identify that I thought was even bigger. I thought that maybe the first thing I'd ever noticed about them, as something a little funny, might have been the tiniest bit of tension in the air around them, and now that was gone. Or maybe I was seeing things that weren't there at all and never had been.

They both smiled big when they saw me, and came over to me. Tammy in particular seemed almost wrapped in a smile, her whole body not just her face. She dropped Pete's arm—giving it a little squeeze first—as she came up to me and enfolded me in a hug, with a kiss on the cheek and then a quick peck on the mouth. Whatever had happened, this seemed to be a very different Tammy.

"Phil, thank you for the advice. We, um, can't tell yet whether things will work the way they did for you and your friend, but just trying really made a big difference for both of us." She spoke very quietly. Since at that point there were just the three of us, it wasn't as if we would be overheard. Still, we didn't want to disturb the last five minutes or so of the class that was there.

After a moment, she let me go, and Pete shook my hand and said, also very quietly, "We'll have to see how things are long-term, but she's right, it looks good at the moment. Can we talk to you at lunch? If there's no one else there?"

I explained about my Monday/Wednesday class, which meant that I ate by myself after that. They had a class then, so I said, "I'd really like Ellen to be in on whatever it is, anyway. Maybe you could come over for dinner. Though we need to prepare it first, this time. Let me try checking with Ellen. We both ignore texts if we're busy, and an actual call might be disruptive, so I may not hear back. But are you free five-thirty on?"

They were, so I did a quick text. As we'd been talking, the bell for the end of classes had rung, but there were still almost ten minutes before class began, so I really wasn't surprised to get an OK from Ellen right off. I told them, "Come by at five-thirty to help get dinner ready. We can talk while we fix it, some, and while we eat, then. If you want to study together some afterward, bring your stuff.

That class, and the later one they were in with me, went pretty well, from my point of view. I really thought several other students were starting to sit up and take notice, as the three of us asked questions and occasionally raised objections or made other comments. In fact, a couple of others did the same, once each. I couldn't tell whether these were things they thought of on the spot, or whether they were actually reading the material before class, but at least some were thinking.

During the afternoon, I talked to Pete and Tammy for just a minute or two, then went over to the psych department and sat in their little lounge to study. I made myself a mug of tea, having been assured that it was fine, since I had a good reason to set up there and didn't do it every day or even every week. I did think of buying a box of one of the herb teas I liked best, to donate, but I didn't get it on my shopping list right then. Shortly before the end of the class period, I gathered my stuff and washed my mug—there was dish soap in the cupboard under the sink. I wasn't sure whether the mug should be put back in the cupboard wet, or what, so I left it on the counter.

I was about to leave when in walked a professor, the same one who had shown me this little lounge. I dug his name out of my memory—I'd met him at the picnic, almost two months earlier now, along with too many other people—but I'd managed to remember once before, when I was talking to Ellen. Wilford, that was it.

"Hello, Professor Wilford. Thank you for showing me this lounge. I made myself tea and washed my mug, but I didn't know whether I should put a wet mug back in the cupboard." I looked at it. "I see it's about dry now, but for the future, what should I do?" I put the mug back in the cupboard. I guessed the rinse in hot water had made it ready to air-dry quickly.

"Phil, thank you for cleaning up after yourself. We just put clean dishes on that paper towel there to dry, and there are dish towels in one of the drawers. Except usually people just leave something like a mug in the sink for one of the secretaries to wash. But she'll be pleased if you clean up your own mess, and she'll definitely notice if there's a clean mug drying there very often."

I was a bit surprised that he remembered my name. I thanked him, and went off in time to be waiting at the classroom door when Ellen emerged.

We hurried a bit, going home. I told Ellen what I'd observed and why Pete and Tammy were coming over. I also told her about my conversation with Professor Wilford.

Once home, after just a little time snuggling and kissing, I got busy on dinner. Ellen told me, "We really should have done laundry over the weekend, but you know what else we were doing. And if we do it now, I'll have to leave our clothes unattended or else not be here for Pete and Tammy. Can you last until tomorrow night?"

"Sure. I really want you here as we talk. If you really want to, though, after we've discussed what's up with them now, you could go do one round and study down there, while we study up here. As many loads as there are machines open. I really don't think Pete and Tammy will take more time than prep and eating."

She looked relieved enough that I said, "Ellen, do I need to buy you more underwear? Or something else?"

She came over and kissed me, hard. "I know you'd be happy to, Phil. I can't let you buy that too, not now, but thank you. And yes, I should buy a few more things. I wish there were a few more machines downstairs. I hope some are open later tonight."

Right about then, there was a knock at the door. I just called, "Come in," and Tammy and Pete walked in. Pete grinned. "I hope we're not interrupting anything important." Ellen and I stepped back from each other.

"We were just consulting about a couple of scheduling things. Welcome. Put your stuff down and wash your hands and come help. The main dish takes some time in the oven, and brown rice takes cooking time." What I was planning was the first dish I'd made for Ellen, with variations according to what we had on hand. But other than the meat, it was basically all staples. And maybe the mushrooms. I tried to keep mushrooms on hand, but they were perishable enough that sometimes I ran out.

"Ellen, why don't you make sure the laundry is all sorted? You could go down and put stuff in, if the machines are available, or wait until later. And you could do just what's most urgent for you. Thank you for seeing to that job, in any case."

Since Pete had helped with the salad the last time, I asked him to work on that this time. He occasionally asked a question, and I occasionally made a suggestion. I asked Tammy to peel and slice a couple of onions, and some mushrooms she had to wash first, and part of a bell pepper. I thought that last would go well with this, though I hadn't put it in before. Meanwhile, I sliced the meat and started mixing the sauce. I asked Tammy to wash her hands again and set the table, telling her as she went along what was wanted and where to find it all. Somewhere in there, I got water heating for the rice, at a low enough heat that it wouldn't be boiling before I was ready. The main ingredients went into an oven dish and into the oven. I turned up the rice water and salted it, then measured the rice and got ready to add it. When the water boiled, I added the rice and turned it down some, then when it came to simmering I turned it down more and started a timer. By this time, I knew the stove well enough to know the right settings.

Ellen had decided it was OK to leave our clothes unattended and taken them downstairs. She came back up, reporting that there were enough washers open and everything was in. She had set an alarm on her phone.

"We'll have to interrupt to go down and move stuff to the dryers, and then even later to start taking stuff out," I told Pete and Tammy. "I'm sorry, I should have managed things better. We really want to hear what you have to say, and this chaos isn't good for that. Can you at least start now?"

Pete and Tammy looked at each other, and he gestured at her.

"Well, first off, any chaos involving needing to get laundry done is mostly our fault. We took most of your Saturday and Sunday away from you, after all.

Ellen put in, "We had all Sunday afternoon and evening. We just didn't spend it on anything like laundry."

Tammy laughed, and then said, "OK, I guess it really is mine to tell. You know where things were late yesterday morning. And I really wanted to talk about it right then, but Pete wanted to wait. He said we needed to think about it more. Well, I questioned him, and he really meant I did. He was afraid I would feel pushed into something. But I'd pretty much made my mind up already, at least, about what I thought we should do, I told him.

"So we set aside lunch and the rest of the day, as much of it as we needed, to discuss this. And Pete is so generous and caring and patient! I hope that came through yesterday. He was sharing an apartment with a woman he's in love with, and not touching me, and he'd done this for a year and more now. Even before that, though, in the dorm, he acted as my boyfriend to protect me, too. And that meant taking opportunities to be alone together as if we were in bed, and some physical contact of the kind we've tried to avoid. All as cover, to keep me from being hassled in various ways. If I had a boyfriend in evidence, mostly other guys left me alone, and no one guessed about me.

"And so, well, you know, I'd never thought of my feelings toward him as being in love. But that's really what it was, and is—except that there hadn't been any romantic feelings in it all. But after what you told us, I was having to say, why on earth not? Looking at him hadn't ever made, well, made me wet and hot and tingly, or anything like that. OK. Yes, and there are lots of girls who do, if I let my thoughts go there. Again, OK. But you know, I suddenly realized, if the ship were sinking and I had to pick who to throw overboard, it wouldn't be Pete. No matter who else was there.

"And as I thought about that, well, I won't pretend that I got really horny or anything, but I tried to imagine Pete holding me and kissing me and maybe stroking me, and there was some reaction.

"But he wanted to think about it for a while—meaning mostly that he thought I needed to—so we agreed to talk over lunch and after if we needed to. I really did think more about it, but I knew that I wanted to try to see if things couldn't be stirred up some. And you said this friend of yours, it's not like she responded with great lust the first time, but her other feelings were stirred up by your caring, enough that she could respond just a little, but that after that time it got better fast, so in a way I was already ahead of her. But if Pete was too uncomfortable with the idea, I knew I'd have to let it go. So I made him talk first.

"And he was uncomfortable with it, on two grounds. One was what you'd said. If we tried this and I couldn't—if I was left cold, I guess—it was going to hurt him. And he's already been hurt enough by the whole situation. This really was a valid concern.

"But the really big thing was that he felt like he'd be forcing me to do this for his sake. Now, that fear I could relieve. I told him first that—. Um. I said something like, if you were a woman, I would have insisted long ago that I wanted you to be mine forever. It never occurred to me that maybe I could add, even a little, the one part that was missing. If I could ever get to where I really wanted you sexually and you could turn me on even just medium high, I told him, you're the person I'd want more than anyone else in the world. You've been my best and closest friend, and you've wanted to be my lover, and I've pushed you away, but it wasn't you but just your, um, maleness. And if there's even a good chance that I could change that, not about everyone but about you, enough to make me want you even some of the time, that's what I want. And even if I can't really want you and enjoy it for myself, I really do think having you enjoy it would be enough, just by itself."

By the end of that, she was looking at Pete and clearly saying it to him again, not just telling us what she had said.

"So anyway, I said to him, unless it really will break your heart if we try and I can't, please can we at least try? I love you in every other way, so much, I just hadn't really realized it was love.

"And he was willing. And what you said about your friend, um, we tried to start with kissing, and yes, I kind of closed my eyes and tried to imagine he was a woman. A little hard to do if we held each other very close, I admit.

"But you know, after just a couple of minutes, I didn't need to pretend anything. This was my oldest and best friend, trying his best to do something nice for me, and I thought about how much he'd put up with for me. A little PMS every month, and my own sexual frustrations, to name just two, on top of his own wanting me. And kissing him started to get me just a little bit hot. I'm pretty sure this is just like what you said about your friend. Kissing just some random guy would be somewhere between ugh and boring, but kissing Pete was another matter, and it was because he cared about me so much.

"I stopped us and took off my top and bra, and told Pete to do, um, whatever some other women have liked in his experience, with my boobs. And of course, I had my own ideas, which I was ready to suggest if they didn't show up, but pretty much they did. I suggested a few things, but, well, I was really feeling like things were at least starting to move. I think that just as far as lubrication goes, if we'd just stopped and fucked right then, it would have been OK, certainly not painful and maybe even not uncomfortable. I wasn't really anywhere near hot enough yet that I'd be coming any time soon, though, but it would have been pleasant enough.