The Humper Game Pt 03 Ch 02

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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Tuesday morning, my alarm woke me. I hoped I got it turned off fast enough that it didn't wake my hosts. Sam got up with me and also got dressed for running. We stopped by the bathrooms, and each got a drink of water, and then we went out. I had again forgotten to ask about the doors, but Sam showed me where the spare key was kept.

We decided that morning that I would hold my speed down to Sam's, and we went the way I had the previous morning. Of course, it took rather longer.

When we got back to our room, picking up our clothes, I asked her whether she wanted first shower or second. She kept her voice low, but said, "Are you out of your mind? We're showering together! It saves water, if nothing else." As I started to object, she said, "Don't even think about trying to put your foot down the way you like to do. We can keep it quiet enough, and if they hear us, they certainly won't be scandalized by that at this point. Think about what Aunt Sally told us last night, about their honeymoon. Yes, she was pleased that we had brought back happy memories by what we said. She meant all that, or she wouldn't have said it. But she was also reminding us that they were young and in love once, too. I'll bet they showered together on their honeymoon. If you want to argue more, I'll ask her at breakfast." So I shut up. I thought about pointing out that showering together definitely did not save water—not the way we did it—but thought better of it.

We shaved before we showered. I pointed out that sex against the shower walls was not really feasible, or at least not really safe. The curvature of the bottom of the tub at the edges made secure footing impossible there, even with the excellent rubber mat. She just made me come into her standing free in the middle of the tub, with my knees bent, enough so she didn't have to go up on tiptoe. She steadied herself with a hand against the wall. I warned her that this wasn't acceptable for the future, and she just looked stubborn—and thoughtful.

We took our running clothes upstairs and hung them up so they would have enough air to dry out. I took my tablet with me when we went down.

There wasn't anything obviously prepared for breakfast. We considered cereal, but decided on bacon and eggs, with toast and fruit. Sam fixed coffee for the household, and I did the cooking. We sat down to eat, and I read in a book I expected to be used in a history course I'd be taking. We talked some, as well, mostly about Sam's planned schedule at school.

At some point, I said to her, "You now know most of the, um, facts that I do about my grandparents. Of course, I knew them intimately, not the way the rest of the world did, but as mentors and guides and teachers and—I don't know what all. The stuff that's important to me. And you've heard some of that, as I talked to your uncle about Granddad. And to Aunt Sally, too, but he was the one with questions and comments.

"But I really don't know anything about your parents, and I'd like to. And I doubt your aunt and uncle need to hear it. They knew them personally, after all."

"I'll try to tell you, but it will be hard. They were killed in a car accident, too, when I was almost eleven. Not exactly like your grandparents. My father was drunk, they were going much faster than the speed limit, and he apparently lost control on a curve. They went through, or mostly over, the guard rail and rolled down a hill.

"And how can I tell you what they were like? I knew them from a child's perspective, not an adult's. I took them for granted, just the background of my life. I think they weren't really very nice people. Not abrasive and in your face, the way you describe your father as being. But I think you couldn't trust them not to get you in trouble behind your back. I certainly heard them say really nasty things about people they were perfectly polite to, to their faces. And they weren't very honest. If they thought it would benefit them, they would lie without batting an eye. If they thought it wouldn't be noticed, they would take anything lying around. Now that I think about it, they were often cold and sarcastic to me.

"I don't think it's fair to blame them for how I treated you, or for everything else about the way I used to be, but I probably learned it from them. That thing Mr. Miles was so big on—rules are mostly for everyone's benefit and it's wrong to act as if you're somehow special and not bound by them? My parents never thought that any rules imposed any obligation on them, that I could see. I'm a little surprised I wasn't aborted, now that I think about it. I certainly was a burden on their doing what they wanted to do a lot of the time.

"I can't help wondering how Uncle John and Mom turned out so very different. Yes, they were seventeen years apart, or something close to that, but I never knew my grandparents—they died years before I was born. I don't know how Uncle John and Aunt Sally came to be named as my guardians in my parents' wills. I'd met them a number of times, but didn't know them at all. And then I was dumped on them without warning, and they took me in and did their best with me."

I took her hand and held it, squeezing it for a moment. "Not the kind of warm memories I have of my grandparents—or even my parents. But they were your parents, the only parents you knew, and I know you must have loved them. And then you were suddenly in the care of relatives you barely knew, with very different rules and ways of behaving, and you were, um, half grown. It must have been really hard."

She gave my hand a squeeze of her own. "I guess it was. Not at all like your losing your grandparents, I think, but you're right, suddenly everything was different." She held my hand tightly, putting her head on my shoulder and closing her eyes for a minute or so. I didn't think she was near crying, exactly, certainly not the way I would have been in her place, but I'd clearly stirred up some buried emotions.

We finished eating, and I cleared our dishes, rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher. From my grandmother's teaching and some experience, I tried to scrub the egg off the plates. I sat down to read again, and Sam pulled a chair around and sat next to me, arm around me and head on my shoulder. After a while, Aunt Sally came down, followed a couple of minutes later by Uncle John.

I offered to cook their breakfast, but Aunt Sally insisted on doing it. This proved to be just as well, as I saw that they didn't have their bacon crisp, the way I would have fixed it. She scrambled their eggs, too, but for those, I would have asked how they wanted them.

Sam stayed sitting where she was, sitting up more but close against me with her arm around me. They both smiled at us.

Aunt Sally said, "You told us how you came to have two partners instead of just Sam, and then said there was more we should know. Maybe you should tell us now."

Sam jumped in ahead of me. "Phil, let me tell some things. Aunt Sally, he'll be worrying about how it sounds, so I can tell it better.

"The thing is, starting well before the week of sex ed, Phil kept collecting girls."

I said, "You make it sound like I was gassing them and pinning them to cardboard, and putting them in a book!"

"Sorry, you're right. Poor choice of word. But if I said 'accumulating,' it would sound like you were piling them up in your room, wouldn't it?"

Sam went on to describe how that had happened, stressing how nice they all were. She explained how Jenny had gone along, even arranging chances for me, trying not to resent it, and how—once she'd become my partner along with Sam—Jenny'd had more of my time and attention than ever before. And she tried to make clear how being able to stay together at night had impacted our ability to get enough sleep—and our discussion of this problem and decisions about dealing with that.

She said, "I'll keep going, Phil, but you expect to chime in when I miss something."

Sam described Ellen and how we'd become involved—way more briefly than I could have—and our feelings for each other. She explained Ellen's relationship with her own assigned partner, even after sex ed was over.

She went on, "Anyway, at some point in there, only a week or two after sex ed was over, Ellen wasn't doing so much with her partner. And we didn't see the connection, so I'm giving it away by telling you like this, but for several nights running, when Jenny wasn't with Phil for the night, she was looking kind of unkempt in the mornings, and she was really sleepy. Phil noticed and commented right away, and she resented that. Partly she felt like he was reading her mind, when even I could see it.

"He wasn't saying she should be sleeping alone those nights! They had agreed that they weren't in an exclusive relationship, from the beginning. But we had agreed about sleep, too, and I assure you that he was serious, with me and with everyone else. And we were all better off for that. But Jenny was kind of cheating on that agreement, and she felt defensive when Phil commented politely."

Then she described how Jenny had abruptly dumped me: "Anyway, one morning they were running together. They were partners in that, too—they were very well matched. I'm way too slow for him to get any benefit if he runs with me—like he did this morning. But anyway, he expressed concern, she looked so exhausted, and she just jumped on him. She accused him of feeling he could, um, have sex with anyone he pleased and then take digs at her if she did likewise. And anything he tried to say, she twisted all out of shape and threw back in his face. And finally she stormed off and went in.

"In fact, anyone could have been forgiven for thinking it was me, a few weeks earlier, except she was mad and she stormed off in tears. Whereas I always tried to sound like the voice of sweet reasonableness talking to an idiot. But this hurt him the same way, doubly so since he didn't know what was wrong, what he had said or done, and whether it was just a momentary mood—and he loved her, too. And of course, people kept asking him where Jenny was or what was with Jenny, and that hurt, too, since all he could really say was that she had dumped him without explanation. And Phil is way too nice to put it that way.

"In classes that day, all day, they were both pretty much in a fog. All their instructors got on them about it. I know that every time I was with him, Phil was struggling hard not to burst into tears at any given moment, and he didn't have attention left for anything else. In gym class that day, Jenny was forfeit. That theoretically meant that he could have sex with her if he wanted—she couldn't say no. But being who he is, he asked her. And she basically slapped him across the face—verbally—with, 'I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do,' and going on from there. The old Samantha would have been taking notes on how to really cut him up right.

"Anyway, after gym and showers, I went to Jenny's room. When she opened to see who it was, I just shoved in and refused to leave. When she screamed at me, I screamed right back, and you two know I hold the world championship in screaming tantrums. Phil was over in the boys' wing. I made sure he went there, or he would have felt he had to intervene, and that would have been a fiasco. I'm sure every single person in the girls' wing could hear us. I finally got her to listen to me and talk to me. She had to agree, finally, that she was perfectly free to break up the relationship she had with Phil, but that the way she had done it was completely unfair to him. And I dragged her off to his room to make her apologize.

"She did a creditable job of it. They agreed to go back to studying and running together, not normally eating together because she had other arrangements, and no sex without a further agreement about it. She said who she had been with the night before, and it was Ellen's former partner. It was clear enough, to me anyway, that she was moving to where he was her new partner. And we studied together that evening. The two of them had lost a lot of ground in one day.

"I'd made arrangements for him to be with Ellen that night. They had kind of promised it to each other a couple of weeks before, in the context of something important that I won't tell about, and had both just let it go. I told you a little of what she's like, and she loved Phil and still does, and he loved her more than anyone except Jenny and me.

"I'm sorry, this all really is relevant to what we started about, why I'm likely not the one Phil will end up marrying. I know it's long and complicated and filled with people you don't know and have trouble keeping straight.

"I went to Ellen the next day to ask about what was with her and her ex-partner. I told you that all of us, I mean Phil and Jenny and I, not to mention Ellen, had admired him a lot. What I learned from Ellen was that it was almost as if overnight he had changed into another person. Where he'd eventually been almost as caring and unselfish as Phil, he suddenly seemed only to care about his own satisfaction. Ellen didn't ever vent to any of us about it, unless to Phil out of my hearing—" I shook my head "—but she must have been hurt almost as badly as Phil was. She'd loved him, and hoped it might wind up really permanent in the end.

"I didn't inject this into Phil's and Jenny's lives at all, though. If Jenny could make it work with him, we all would have been happy with it. Phil did keep pointing out that Jenny was so tired she was almost falling asleep, though. He told her, not as her partner but just as her friend, that she needed to talk to, um, this guy about it, or she would soon be falling irreparably behind in everything. She agreed, but said she was afraid of his reaction. She knew that Phil was right, though, and that he wasn't saying this for any other reason but concern for her, and she finally promised to bring it up with him. She promised him not because Phil needed her to, but to help her not keep chickening out and putting it off.

"Meanwhile, Ellen and I talked. Ellen is a wonderful person. Woman. She felt I had first claim on Phil at that point, but I got her to admit that if Jenny was definitely not Phil's partner, she would like to be where Jenny had been. And I was more than willing. I mean, I wanted more of Phil, but I knew how he and Ellen felt about each other—and how good she would be for him.

"And I suggested that even if Jenny wanted to be Phil's partner again, we might bring Ellen in too, and we discussed it. This was my idea, not Ellen's, but she was fully in support. We were all kind of tired of having things pend with Jenny. She had been trying to straddle the fence, and saying that she would give Phil a definite decision—on whether she was coming back—in a couple of days. I guess I should have said that earlier. 'Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow, but never jam today,' if you see what I mean."

Here I put a few words in. "Sam, that's a little misleading. Ellen wanted what you offered, but 'fully in support' isn't really right. She insisted that I be the one deciding whether anything of the kind happened, and if so who it should be." Then I shut up again.

"OK, that's right. And that's Ellen, through and through.

"So anyway, Jenny finally talked to—to Ellen's former partner, about the issue of sleep, and he answered about the way I'd expected from what Ellen had said. Basically, 'If you don't like what I offer, get lost!'—just about that bluntly. He told her she'd complained about not enough attention, and now she was complaining about too much, so she was just a whiner. I really need to make clear that a couple of weeks earlier he had not been like that, not at all. We were all totally shocked.

"So Jenny came to us the next morning, early, having slept—or not slept—by herself that night. The attitude she expressed was all anyone could have asked for. She said all she had done was prove that she had had everything she needed with Phil and me, and she'd thrown it away. She said she really wanted to go back to that, but that she knew that was unrealistic for all kinds of reasons, and that she'd settle for being anywhere he wanted on his list of occasionally-if-I-can-fit-it-in names."

I stuck in, "Understand, please. She was again really distraught, and I was much moved myself. This was kind of, um, 'I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants,' kind of like that, wouldn't you agree, Sam?"

Sam was staring at me wide-eyed, but managed to say, "That pretty much sums up the attitude she showed, yes.

"Anyway. I wanted Ellen there. At this point, I felt determined that she should be Phil's and my partner, whatever was decided about Jenny. And at that time, she would be out running, and going out to find her and bring her in just wasn't really an option. Did I mention that she's an athlete and really fast? But just then she knocked on my door. She'd suddenly figured out why none of us were running, and come in. She's really smart, too.

"So we agreed on all three of us as Phil's partners, and on limiting his time with anyone else so we all got almost a third of it. Some of that third was going to be just sleeping, though. And I need to say, for all of us, if we weren't being starved for sex, just sleeping with Phil was heavenly, even in those very narrow beds. Not the most restful, when you can't move without disturbing your partner, but still, being there with him in reach. All right, Aunt Sally, go ahead and laugh. I'm sure you know what I mean, from experience, I just forget that sometimes.

"And this worked, for the rest of the year. So why are we telling you about all this?

"First off, just in principle, Jenny and Ellen have every bit as much claim on Phil's affections as I do. Just because I'm insisting on sleeping with him here and now doesn't mean I'm ahead of them.

"Second, in the end it's turned out that Jenny and I will be across the country from Phil, but Ellen will be right there on the same campus.

"And third is very involved, and there are parts that I think will disturb or distress you a little. I think Phil will be able to tell you in the best way for you to hear it. Phil, in case you've gotten lost with me talking so much, I mean what Ellen said."

"I know, and you're probably right. But first, we should let Uncle John and Aunt Sally come up for air for a moment. This is the end of the story as far as why Sam and I think we're unlikely to marry each other. There's one other thing Sam suggested might be good for you to hear about, in all this stuff you already disapprove of." Seeing Sam look puzzled, I said, "About Barbara," and she looked enlightened and relieved. I went on to the others, "We've dumped so much on you, I think we should ask whether you have questions we should address. You could have always interrupted, but I'm glad you didn't. But we should have asked fairly often."