The Humper Game Pt 01 Ch 03

Author's note:

This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very,

very

long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else.

No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with

the beginning of Part 1

and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course.

All sexual activity portrayed anywhere in this story involves only people at least eighteen years old.

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Thursday morning Jenny and I ran together and then did some general fitness calisthenics As I'd expected, we saw Claire and Barbara as we ran. I wasn't sure which of them was faster, though I'd have guessed Claire, but they were running together and talking. They passed us over and over, waving and saying hello most times. Once or twice they told us laughingly to get out of their way and stop hogging the whole course. We finished and headed in just a minute or so before the warning signal.

Jenny and I got to the cafeteria at almost exactly the same time, and collected food together. As we looked for a place to sit, Ellen Chan flagged us down and invited us to sit with her and a couple of other girls, so we did. I knew Jenny was surprised that Ellen addressed me as Phil, and I thought Ellen's friends were too. I gave Jenny's hand a squeeze under the table and muttered, "Tell you later," at her. Claire and Barbara came up a couple of minutes later and joined us, too. When Molly came up, we squeezed her in as well.

Ellen's friends were Ellen Manning and Deedee Cox. I'd been in classes with both of them, but hadn't talked to them much. They were both kind of above my level, but I thought closer to me than to Ellen, who I've mentioned was all-round outstanding. Manning was very tall and blonde, plumper than I prefer but still very pretty. Cox was rather small in height and build, dark, with a really nice figure. I mostly kept quiet as they continued their discussion with Ellen, although the other girls were talking, too, and I tried to pay attention to both conversations. As usual with that kind of thing, I got only a fragmentary, impressionistic idea of either one.

We all hurried a bit, eating, to go get ready for math class. But I was startled when Ellen gave me a hug, and stood up on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek, when we all got up. And if I was startled, I think most everyone else was in shock. Ellen looked at them all and laughed. "OK, I meant that, but it was partly an announcement, too. I'd always known Phil was nice, but yesterday he really went out of his way to be extra nice to me. I'm grateful, and I thought I owed it to him to say it to you all." I felt flummoxed, even more so when she kissed my cheek again and said, "Thank you, Phil."

I was walking on air as I headed back to my room for my stuff, I can tell you! I didn't think this meant that Ellen would be asking me to study with her any time soon, not any of our regular subjects or biology either. But having the most beautiful girl I knew, and smartest and most talented too, first practically order me to go on first-name basis with her, and then to publicly announce the fact and kiss me on the cheek, twice! I didn't know what to think, but I was still euphoric after the study time when I went off to math class.

I realize that I call these 'study times,' because that's what we all said, and mostly we all used them for that. Some of them, the short one after breakfast and the one before supper, were technically free time, unscheduled—and even the ones officially labeled as study times were really free, so long as work was done well and on time. But we had enough work to keep up on that we needed them for study, and that's what they were always called. This is where I'd gone to high school, the only place, but my very strong impression was that stateside high schools are almost all less demanding—a lot less. There, you have lots of actually free time, and outside demands on your after-school time too. I won't belabor this any longer, but you may need to keep it in mind. If we decided to go outside and just walk around or talk, we could do that occasionally, but either only for a few minutes or not very often. You'll see shortly that this example is not chosen at random. And there were occasional concerts and plays, put on by choir and drama classes, too.

Anyway, I reviewed my math once more, the parts I'd found hardest, but I was still having a hard time not bouncing all over the place when I got to class.

The test, though, did tamp that down a lot. It was hard and thorough. It was plenty fair. If you'd paid attention and participated in class, and done the reading, making sure you understood all that, and worked the assigned problems, making very sure indeed that you understood them all, then you knew everything that was asked. But the test was designed to probe for anything you hadn't really understood completely.

Nonetheless, even with checking my work twice, I was done twenty minutes early. Well, I really had prepared! I turned in my test, gathered my stuff, and went out. Jenny and Claire and Molly were all done, too, and Claire suggested that we go outside. We put our stuff down, and when we went over to tell the door monitor that we were just going outside for a little, Ellen came up, too. She came along with us.

We walked in the sunshine for a minute or so, and then Claire said, "I wanted us to come out here because I've got something to tell you, and it is definitely not to be spread or overheard. Everyone got that? Is it OK with everyone?

"Anyway, last night after supper, I went to find Ms. Miller. The hall monitor said she'd be either in her own room or in her office, and called to find out which."

There was a cell phone network on the island, but it was limited to the island, and pretty useless for the students. The staff members used their phones among themselves to coordinate everything. A little thought had convinced me, long before, that at least some of them had a way to get through to the global phone network, for emergencies if nothing else, but I didn't actually know anything.

"She was in her room, but said she'd meet me in her office, or, rather, at the door to the staff office wing. We went to her office to talk.

"I felt I owed her an apology. It was partly my fault she got worked over for an hour and more by Wagner and his gang. And, please, this goes no farther than just you, it wasn't quite exactly an accident that she'd run into me. My plan had been to lead Miles in front of her and let her run into him.

"I had thought I'd be able to outrun him easily, but I was beginning to worry that I was wrong about that. So I thought I would zigzag so he would have to dodge other runners, and he actually caught up more. But then I saw Miller, and I was still mad at her, so I thought I would run so close in front of her that she would ram him, making them both forfeit. But he was too alert anyway, I know now after watching him then, and anyway I timed it wrong, and she hit me. He had already swerved behind her.

"I confessed all this to her, and she wasn't even surprised. She and Mr. Miles had had a long discussion about the whole thing. I think she had blamed him for taking my suggestion in the first place, and then for letting her take the forfeit penalties, and then especially for not interrupting what was happening to her. She said, basically, that he listened to her tirade until she ran down, and then started explaining why she was wrong on all points.

"Anyway, he saw what I was doing, and swerved behind her to come at me after I'd passed her, except of course I didn't. He told her that even if I had run into her purposely, and he said it was clear I hadn't, she should have been expecting that some girl might do that out of resentment at her proposing this game, and that I was likeliest of all. He pointed out that the rules that let her get screwed by almost any boy who wanted to were her design, and told her that it was outrageous for her to propose rules like that to apply to others and then be angry when they were applied to her.

"And apparently he utterly convinced her on that point, somehow. She said that it had been very painful realizing how unfair she had been to all of us, and that she thought this had been one of the most important lessons of her life, painful as it had been. There I was, having come to apologize to her, and she was apologizing to me instead. She was actually glad it had all happened, she said!

"Anyway, another purpose that it all served, it seems, was to flush out Wagner and his friends, and get them punished properly, and get their behavior firmly on record in case there are future problems. Mr. Miles let them go on partly because if he had interrupted immediately, some people who were still upset with her would have thought he was being unfair to them, making them heroes to quite a lot of people. As it played out, though, everyone, almost everyone anyway, recognized them as villains and thinks they didn't get punished enough. And I have to admit, I could see that in some of the girls who lined up yesterday to ream them out. Some of those may be girls they've harassed in the past in some way, but at any rate I heard some sentiments expressed that they deserved to be castrated. I certainly wouldn't have cried if that had been the penalty, and I wasn't even there to see it all!"

Everyone was quiet for a little while. This would have been a great time to raise the insights I thought I'd had about how Mr. Miles thought. I decided not to. I was sure I was right, but it was all a handful of speculation. And I couldn't see any good coming from it if I did say something.

We went back inside, and off to get ready—in my case at least to visit the lavatory—and then on to our next classes.

At lunch, the same group of us sat together again. Me with this whole group of girls. I thought a couple of guys might have joined us, but there just plain wasn't room. I needed to think about how to make sure we sat at larger tables in the future.

We hurried off from lunch to study more. I was really pushing to get all my assigned work done, to leave some time for other activities in the evening. I knew I couldn't have everything wrapped up completely, but I did my best. The time I had to study during lunch hour, after I finished eating, came and went, and another class, and then gym.

That afternoon we were playing badminton. Now, there's a good chance that you've played it in an informal setting. This was pretty different! Instead of casually bopping the shuttlecock, or birdie, toward someone on the other side of the net so he can return it to you, you are constantly on the run, trying to hit it where he isn't, trying to get where he hits it before it reaches the ground. It's a little like a very active game of tennis, with a higher net and, well, imagine that the tennis ball changes speed and direction in flight, based on how it's hit, much more than just spin on a tennis ball will do. Mostly the birdie is slower than a tennis ball, but that's less helpful than it may sound like, and it's not really true immediately after the birdie is struck. If you're out of position when you hit it, a long shot will give you time to get back into position, and your opponent will still have to run for it. And the birdie isn't at all slow if your opponent is in position for a good smash shot near the net.

I didn't know how they assigned teams and opponents, but I was really sure it wasn't random. I was playing with Jenny, and our opponents were my two least favorite people in the school. Wagner was one of them, and his partner was Samantha Bruja.

Wagner had begun picking on me from the first or second day of our freshman year, for no reason I could see, but then he thought it was funny to harass almost anyone, if he could get away with it. Bruja's harassment wasn't physical, but she missed no opportunity to make snide little digs at me, and it had started very early as well. She claimed I'd done something to her, but she wouldn't tell me what. She had insisted that I knew what it was and was making fun of her by playing dumb. I'd tried and tried to make peace with her, but she just used anything I said as a pretext for more sneering comments. After two or three months, I'd given it up as a lost cause. It didn't help my mind that she was very beautiful—blonde, blue eyes, very pretty face, and by this time a stunning figure.

My defense against both of them was to speak as politely and respectfully as I could when I couldn't avoid them completely. In my own mind, I referred to Wagner as Wanker or Whanger, but I tried hard not to let those slip out to anyone else. I occasionally thought of Bruja as Brouhaha, but I tried to avoid that even to myself.

Anyway, for whatever reason, Jenny and I wiped the court up with them, pretty nearly shutting them out in each game. I made Wagner run for it, every time I could. He usually managed a return, but he was enough out of position that he couldn't direct the birdie very well, and so Jenny or I would have a clear chance to send it to the opposite corner of the court or straight to the ground. We played well together, but they didn't coordinate well, both going for the same long shots, things like that, which didn't help. They were both winded almost to the point of collapse by the end, whereas we weren't fresh but were ready for more. Of course, this was satisfying, but I knew that it wouldn't make matters any better. Then again, nothing would.

And for Jenny and me it was really a pretty good conditioning workout, whereas for our opponents I thought it overworked them to the point where it had the opposite effect.

We stowed our gear and headed back to the building. Jenny said, "My room OK again?" I said, "Great!" Then I grabbed her and stole a quick kiss, letting go immediately. "You know, I'd say we should alternate, but I think several girls all coming to my room all the time would attract a lot of notice."

I got showered off and spent a few minutes just planning what I needed to work on the rest of that day. Before I knew it, the bell for the study period had rung, and I hurried off to Jenny's room. The hall monitor was another woman, neither Ms. Miller nor Mrs. Lanigan, but I thought she was expecting me. As of course she might be, if she had reviewed the logs for the past couple of days. I greeted her politely, and she replied cordially, but we didn't stop to chat. I'd had her for rhetoric and debate my freshman year, and then for history and sociology my sophomore year. I liked her OK, but she wasn't one of my favorites.

I knocked on Jenny's door and was admitted. Jenny and Barbara and Claire were already studying, and I dug in to my own work. I was startled when there was a knock at the door, and shocked when it was Ellen, with laptop and notebook and a book or two.

Jenny let her in, laughing at my expression. "She asked me about our studying, and asked if she could join us," she told me. I looked around, because there really wasn't much room available even without her. "Yeah, I warned her we were already pretty squeezed in, and she wanted to try it anyway."

I said to Ellen, "I'm thrilled to have you here, but we're in a lot of the same classes, or at least classes covering the same material, and we talk about them a lot. Isn't that going to be a big distraction?"

She waved a pair of headphones at me. "Not all that noise-cancelling, but I think they'll be enough," she said. She plugged them into the computer, sat down in a corner on the floor, and got busy. I could tell she was listening to music, but it was only much later that she mentioned that she usually listened to recordings of music she was learning to sing or play, while she studied.

We all worked on our own materials for quite a while, occasionally asking for help when we had trouble getting something. Once or twice, Ellen pulled the headphones off and explained something, when no one else was able to clear it up. We were none of us all ready for the next day when Jenny said, "Time for biology," but then we had the after-supper time ahead yet. None of us felt plowed under. Jenny said to Ellen, "I told you how this works, too. If you don't have time for the interruption, you can keep at your work, if you can, or leave, and none of us would hold it against you for one moment. We've been able to take this much of a break so far, but I'm sure the time will come when we can't afford it."

Ellen took off her headset and did something to her computer. I kind of sat and waited to be told what I was going to do. It was Jenny's room, and Jenny and I had an agreement of sorts, and then Barbara had asked to be included. Claire had showed up, and so far she had just watched, since we'd already planned for Barbara for yesterday. I was sure I could spare the time for two, but I viewed Jenny as having first claim, the right to dictate terms—or turns—or something. If she wanted to have me first every day and then call on someone else later, that was OK with me. But I didn't know what she thought right.

Jenny must have realized that we were waiting on her. She said, "Claire's up now." So I got up and went over to Claire and embraced her. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It wasn't quite the same kind of kiss she'd given me Monday afternoon. We'd kissed for a while, but it had definitely been like, here's this boy who I'm going to let screw me, and it's OK, I like him fine, but I still feel funny about it all. Friendly, affectionate, even, and I knew it helped her be ready when I went in, but no more.

But in spite of having watched me screw another girl—who incidentally was in the room—and having heard from next door as I screwed another—whom she knew I was very fond of—she kissed me with passion. If the kiss said anything it was, I'm so glad I finally get to have you, you're so wonderful I've been dying for this. Maybe even, I love you. I didn't know. I eventually was going to have to sort out my own feelings for all these girls, myself. At any rate, I was feeling most of what I've described that kiss as saying, toward her.

So we kissed pretty steamily. After a few long kisses, we were both breathing hard, as if we'd been running a little and trying to converse. My hands moved to her breasts, and I said, "Oh, Claire. I wanted to do this years ago." Jenny and Barbara both knew that Claire had been one of my main fantasies for a couple of years. Of course, Ellen hadn't heard this yet.

I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it down her arms. For normal wear, she didn't have a sports bra such as the girls wore for gym, but a standard type, and I caressed her breasts through it as I kissed her again. She sighed, a happy sigh, and reached behind her and unfastened the strap, and then slid it down her arms. She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, too, and kissed me again even more thoroughly.

I knelt in front of her and untied her shoes, then slid her shorts and panties down to the floor. I picked her feet up one at a time, out of the garments, and then pulled off the shoes and socks. I stood back up, and she pulled my shorts and underwear down, too, and I stepped out of them. She untied my shoes as well, and pulled them off with the socks. I stood up and kissed her again. My cock was poking her, and dripping quite a bit, and she circled it with her hand and stroked gently up and down. My left hand dropped to her pussy and began stroking down there, spreading the wetness around. She moaned very softly and kissed me even more urgently.