The Humper Game Pt 05 Ch 06

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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Saturday morning I woke up a few minutes before the alarm, and went off to the bathroom. When I returned, it was about a minute before the alarm. I switched it off and got back into bed, fondling Ellen in a way pretty much guaranteed to wake her up. She kissed me quickly and hurried off to the bathroom herself. We really didn't have a lot of time before we were supposed to be downstairs, but we made the most of it. Ellen urged me to just enjoy myself and not hold back for her, and that's what I did. When I was done, she cleaned us both off, and we got dressed. There was enough time for a few long kisses and affectionate words before we started downstairs.

Kelly was ready and waiting for us. We went outside and began, Ellen running ahead of Kelly and me, increasing her lead moment by moment. Kelly said, "I'm sorry, I'm really curious. Ellen really didn't want to talk about, um, your part in what I watched. May I ask some questions?"

"You may ask. I may not answer."

"Um. Ellen said she had been turned on for a while, thinking about things. But you were obviously ready to go, too. Do you, um, always go around like that?"

"Direct answer is no, of course not. But you want more general information, don't you? Generally speaking, guys do turn on faster than women. With the right stimuli, it really doesn't take long. And that can include just seeing, well, it doesn't take seeing a woman undressed. Just seeing a woman's breasts, if she bends over with a loose neckline say, or seeing up her skirt, can be enough. Or seeing her figure outlined by her clothes.

"Those things have a little less effect once you've got experience. Really, I think it's anything that makes a guy imagine having sex, or touching a woman intimately—anything that triggers thinking about it. Before the game started in gym, there was no way I could have given a girl a friendly hug without being really aware of her body pressing against mine, and you'd better believe that that was enough. Once I'd had sex with a few different girls, just that wouldn't have been such a big deal. Not that I didn't notice her body, or that it never turned me on, though.

"And being turned on—aroused—isn't necessarily instantaneous or complete, any more than it is for a woman. It's really not that much different for a man, except that it tends to be faster, and more intense early on, and more specifically visual. Porn writers to the contrary, I'm reliably informed that seeing a guy with a big cock really isn't likely to zoom a woman ahead fast. I really think that stuff is written by men, for men.

"Now, yesterday, there probably was some slight degree of arousal anyway, just walking around with two attractive women, not all that focused on anything else, and one of the women being Ellen. Then, I was remembering the time with Sam that I told you about, and that had me more than half ready, especially talking about it. Once Ellen started saying what she did, well, I was fully erect and pretty hard, and then she was kissing me pretty intensely, after all, with her body against me.

"Well, at that point I was definitely ready for intercourse, but it does take some time—and usually some stimulation—before a guy is really close to ejaculating. You saw, Ellen came twice without setting me off. I guess I need to add that the vaginal spasms of a woman's orgasm are a lot more stimulating than just moving around inside her. And that I was trying to relax so I could give her more time.

"But a practical consideration for you, in the future, is that if something is making a guy think about sex, you'd better assume that he either is aroused or can be easily and fast. And, well, after a certain point of arousal, that comes to be something of a mania. He can't easily think about much else, and his inhibitions go down fast. If he's experienced, it may take a little more to get him to that point—but habit is going to take him from one point to the next to the next more quickly, too.

"You must have seen that, with the guy you told us about. The first time you made out, unless he was already somewhat experienced, he probably spent more time just kissing you before his hands started wandering than later on, right? And at a guess, once hands came into it, between groping your breasts through your clothing and moving under your clothes, say?

"And all kinds of things, from the state of a guy's health to what else he's doing to how long ago he last had sex, all those things have some effect, too."

"I understand some of that, but not everything."

"Well, for example, here we are talking about sex. And that's arousing. But I'm running, not super-hard but using lots of energy and diverting blood flow, so I can assure you I'm not erect, not really physically aroused at all. But if we were in some really secluded place, and we stopped running and walked while continuing this conversation, it wouldn't take long at all for that physical arousal to be complete. Even though Ellen and I did have sex pretty shortly before we came downstairs. Quickly, which means it didn't drain me as much as it might have. And being mentally distracted, even just thinking about something else hard enough, can reduce arousal somewhat, or prevent it from occurring. But once a guy's aroused, it's harder to get distracted. That part works the same in women, doesn't it?"

"I don't know. I guess I don't have enough experience, and maybe wasn't paying the right kind of attention to the experience I had. Making out with Geoff, well, you know I got aroused enough that I really didn't care about consequences. I was still managing to say no, but my heart wasn't in it. And earlier, after a make-out session, I would feel—I don't know how to describe it, itchy I guess—for an hour or two. Remembering, and not very able to stop thinking about it."

"Watch out for what I said about habits. Really. When you next get romantically involved with a guy, I mean. That first kiss is a big deal, but if he starts feeling your breasts, you notice that, it's a separate step, a separate decision for you, in fact, and if he goes under your clothes that's a really big step. But you've developed some habits now, and the touching is just the next step after kissing a while, and going under the clothes is the natural next step after that. You'll need to keep even the kissing brief and superficial, and be set not to go on past that, no matter how you feel. Each step you take will just make it harder to stop with the next one, because your body really knows what to do next."

We ran for a little without saying more. Finally, Kelly said, "Thank you, that all helps. Even where it's kind of abstract. I really will try to hold myself for whoever I marry. I think it will have to be someone who will care whether he marries a virgin, and I dread having to tell him, whoever it is."

"Kelly, for that I definitely have advice. First off, you're going to have to put yourself into places where there may be acceptable men. Your church, which has other students, doesn't it? But they must have student-oriented activities, too. I've already told you that you need to find a Bible study in that context, if you can, and you really do. Some involvement in parachurch student ministries is also likely a good opportunity.

"But—the rest are 'buts', I'm afraid—but second, you would like to find a man, and that's good, but going in looking for a man is a lousy approach. Go in looking for spiritual growth and nurture, and for fun activities, and for friends of both sexes. Go slowly, and look for character. What you really want is friends, one of whom might just turn out to be a husband.

"And that leads into the third thing. Really do look for character. I heard things, from my grandparents and from conversations people had at their church. Even at Christian colleges there can be problems, and I'm sure even more elsewhere. Two or three separate issues. You can get predators, guys who aren't believers but pretend to be, for the purpose of picking up girls—um, young women. And you can get believers who aren't, um, who are really believers but it doesn't run very deep. Those are likely to have good intentions but be confused."

"You're trying hard not to say they're like me, aren't you?"

"Not really. Like you were when I first met you, maybe. You've grown a lot since then, even though it hasn't been very long.

"But just for logical completeness, among the predators there are surely some who believe, but have fallen into that sin. I don't know how you tell them from the total hypocrites, and they're probably just as bad to get involved with.

"At any rate, as I said, I overheard conversations at my grandparents' church, about girls who had guys telling them things like 'God told me that you and I should have sex.' In that church, this was seen as a horrible example of what happens if people believe prophecy really happens today, but I think that's probably mostly wrong. It really sounds to me like an attempt to use spiritual talk to bully someone into doing something she knows is wrong, and no more than that. I really want to see you find opportunities to meet guys who would be appropriate for you, and that means as potential husbands—but if I'm pushing you that way I feel I really need to warn you to think things through. Start with friendship, get to know character, not just what people say but how they really behave."

Kelly took my arm, just for a moment. "Thank you, Phil. You're not even a believer, and you're a model of what I need to look for."

"Well, watch out for that. If I ever do become a Christian, I'm going to have an awful lot to repent of. And there are indications that I'm headed that way. That last song Aunt Sally sang hit home. I just don't know what's going to happen. But I'm probably not a good model for you."

Somewhere toward the end of this, Ellen caught up to us—she'd run a much longer stretch than we had—and slowed down. Shortly we all slowed down to a walk for the last bit. Kelly told her, "You know the things you told me I'd have to ask Phil if I wanted to know? I did, and he told me a lot. But I don't know that I really understand it all. I think I won't until I get married, or maybe until I'm headed that way. And he's been giving me good advice about that."

Ellen took my arm for a moment herself. "I heard enough to know the last part. I can only add, loneliness makes you vulnerable, so watch out for that. I really think that's part of what's going on with Jenny. I think Sam's alert enough and strong enough to hold up, but I know it's really hard for her right now. And it's something she will hesitate to talk to us about, which probably makes it even harder for her."

We went in, again letting Kelly have the first shower. When Ellen and I were upstairs, I said, "Are you cooled down enough for at least a quickie? I'm afraid that the subject matter earlier got me interested. It wasn't too bad when we were actually running, but, well—."

She said, "May I choose how to deal with this? Or else wait for the shower?" When I nodded, she said, "Go lie down, then."

I lay down, and she came over and pulled down my shorts. She took me into her mouth, and then out again, licking up and down the shaft, then back in, stroking with her hand around the shaft as well. I came pretty quickly. She came up and gave me a quick kiss, and said, "You're almost never willing to ask for that, so I have to be the one choosing to do it. And I did. Sometime later, you can do nice things to me, too, but for now this is all I wanted." I pulled my shorts back up, and we went down and shaved and showered. Kelly had been reasonably quick.

And, well, I hope I did nice things for her in the shower. What with the soap, my hands seemed to arouse her enough, and she came just from that. She kissed me more thoroughly, and we finished washing and got dried off and dressed.

Seeing as there were blueberries in the freezer, I got some of them out to thaw while I mixed waffle batter. I microwaved the blueberries briefly to finish thawing them, and put them in. Kelly was eating cereal, but I made enough for six people, as the recipe figured it. I was guessing that the recipe understated things. I got the waffle iron out and got it hot and oiled. Ellen set the table, including places at the head and foot, and got out juice for the two of us and waffle toppings. I gave her the first waffle. When the second was ready, I took it and started another.

"Kelly, if you want a waffle, this one's for you. If not, one of us will eat it. Just let us know."

When the waffle was done, Kelly got herself a plate and took it. I put on more batter. We didn't talk much as we ate. Uncle John and Aunt Sally came in before we were done eating, and the next waffle went to Aunt Sally.

Kelly said, "Phil, I started looking at those books. I know for you they're a quick read, but that's because you don't need to look up the references, and you've already thought about the subjects. I'm going to need a lot more time. Is it OK if I take pictures of the pages, so I can give the books back to you and work through them at my own speed? You're right, it looks like they're all things I should think about."

"Be my guest. They're out of print, after all. If they were still in print, I'd urge you to buy copies, or I'd buy you copies even, but as it is go ahead. In fact, I'm sure Granddad happily accepted whatever royalties they may have brought them, but I know he didn't write them for money. And I'll tell you what he would have said to anyone reading them. Do your best to see whether the scriptures really do say what he draws from them. So I'm thrilled to hear you say you want time to look up the references."

"I've had his grandson teaching me, and he's modeled that approach to me constantly."

Uncle John chimed in with an enthusiastic "Amen," Then, after a few moments, he said, "Phil, I've already observed your approach to studying history, and I know you said that your high school imposed it on you, but I'm not surprised one bit to learn that you already had that habit when you went there. The school probably honed it."

I had one more waffle, and everyone else kept on until the batter was gone. We discussed what Kelly had been struck by in looking at the books. When we were all done, I cut up turkey and vegetables for Aunt Sally to put in the soup and the pot pie she would be making later, and Ellen and Kelly did cleanup.

Afterward, the three of us left Uncle John and Aunt Sally to things they wanted to do, and went outside and sat on a couple of benches that were behind the house at a little distance. For a few minutes we just sat, enjoying the beautiful weather and being outdoors. We talked rather desultorily, off and on.

Finally, I said to Kelly, "You stayed by your own choice, but I really do feel sorry about putting on a show for you yesterday. I should have said no way. Ellen kind of took me by surprise. I'm glad we were able to talk later, making it educational, but really I think that stirring up that kind of thing in you isn't good."

"Well, I'm glad of it, honestly. It really will help me someday, I think."

"I hope so, but I'm skeptical. If for no other reason than that something like that, with the woman already turned on, absolutely no foreplay or even affection beyond a couple of kisses, that's really rare. Trying that ordinarily would most likely not be very good for the woman. And, well, as for me, I honestly prefer to be face to face as a rule. That way feels like I'm using her as a giant sex toy for my own pleasure. Whenever you do get married, you'll have to determine for yourself what you and your husband prefer in terms of positions, of course. And of course Ellen and I have enough experience together that something like that is in context of—of her knowing I love and enjoy more of her than her sex organs, or any of her physical attributes."

Ellen put in, rather teasingly, "And why should it have surprised you that you can have me turned on without even touching me? Explain that. Please."

"That I can, I know. That I had at that point, I didn't know and had no way to know—as you know very well. But what I was thinking of is that if it had been Sam it wouldn't have been so surprising. Sam's got more than a little exhibitionism in her. As you've seen on a grand scale. You're usually not that way. It's one thing at school, with three other young women present, two of whom you'd previously seen make love to me I may add. And I know you didn't object in the showers with a couple of dozen or more other people around, busy showering themselves. But you're normally pretty modest."

"Phil, think about Jenny for a moment."

"You're not normally like Jenny, either. She plain was uncomfortable with a lot of attention, and getting herself free from those feelings, that one time, did a world of good for her. I'm pretty sure that if I'd told you to do what they did, you would have gone along, but you wouldn't have enjoyed it the way they both did. Am I wrong?"

She thought about it for a long time, two or three minutes. Finally she said, "I'm sure you're right. Thank you for not pushing me that way. And I know you always insisted that that was their idea, and you're so honest I know it's true. But. Yesterday wasn't like that, and you know it. I was so turned on that if I'd had to do it in front of five hundred interested watchers, I probably would have, as long as it was with you, but there was only Kelly.

"Kelly, he's right, I should have told you to go away for a while. But you just added a little spice, for me. I owe you something, but I'm not sure what it could be. Sex with Phil is out, and that's the only obvious thing that comes to mind."

Kelly said, "The two of you have done so much for me, so don't be ridiculous. And even if you're right that you should have chased me away—and yes I would have gone—the upside of getting to watch outweighs the downside, for me. So stop worrying about it. But do me one favor. What's this about Sam and Jenny and five hundred watchers? Please tell me."

I looked at Ellen. "Now you've done it. You tell her this one. You weren't in on either of them, but you heard. And saw."

She laughed. "All right. I hope this doesn't cause you problems, though.

"I think we must have told you everything you need as background, by now, in general terms. I think Phil was telling you some of it when you were running this morning." Ellen expanded a little on the background, and then described how Sam had prodded me into laying her back on a cafeteria table as lunch was about to begin, drawing our whole class plus cafeteria staff as an audience. She explained how Jenny had gone from being mortified at just being there with us, to asking me to do the same with her the next night before supper. And later how one of Ellen's closest friends had done the same a few days later, and how Claire had nudged me to do the same with her on a study table in the girls' wing. I occasionally put in a brief comment, mostly to insist that the girl in question had been the one asking for a really public venue. On a table, at that.