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Playing Games

by HarveyMarcus 05/07/08

Playing Games or While The Dick's Away, The Jane Will Play (Games)

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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This story is yet another outlier, not a part of the ongoing saga of "Service With A Smile" or any of the other tales in progress.

The inspiration: After I played a Wii for the first time, coupled with my erotically-oriented mentality, I wondered what would happen if someone developed a sex game? And who better to test it out than Mr. Marcus?

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Because of my effective communication skills and pleasant demeanor, and because my boss likes to dump "special projects" on me in addition to my normal duties, I worked last year with a college senior intern. Andy was quite bright, articulate and not bad looking. He reminded me of me - when I was younger. After he graduated, he got a great gig with a national company whose headquarters was out-of-state. North Carolina, I think. Unfortunately, that left his now-junior year girlfriend stranded here while he was away. On his frequent trips back to the Midwest, we'd chat briefly. After all, Andy wanted to spend most of his time catching up with Cassie. Which meant fucking until they were both exhausted. Andy fessed up once, when he looked like he'd caught the flu. It was actually sexual exhaustion.

Andy had shown Cassie off a few times, when she stopped by our office for a lunch date with him, or when she picked him up after work. But we never spent any time together. I barely recognized her when she showed up at my office door one night, just at quitting time. Anyone would call her "the girl next door," dark brown tight curls bobbing as she tilted her head, a cute face with tiny nose, black bellbottom slacks, and a yellow blouse with darts where breasts would normally be. Did I mention she's flat as a pancake?

"Hi." Her face was radiant, with a contagious smile. "Remember me?"

"Of course." My lack of skill with names choked off a reply. Then it clicked. "Carrie?"

"Cassie." Her face turned red, as if me forgetting her name was her fault.

"What's up? Is Andy back in town?" Maybe she was planning to escort us on a triple date. Not a date really, just three of us at dinner.

"Nope. He's still down south. I miss him so much." She hugged herself and crossed one foot over the other. "Andy talks about you all the time. You two are close, right? You had dinner together sometimes?"

"Yep. We enjoyed talking about all sorts of things." Andy had a particularly good grasp of technical concepts. We'd spend hours lingering over a meal, just to chat about technical stuff, like human-machine interfaces and artificial intelligence. Never about Cassie, come to think of it.

"Really? Then maybe, you know, we could go out. For a movie, I mean? Or dinner? Or order in." She had this lost puppy expression in her otherwise bright blue eyes. "I'm kind of lonesome." Her arms remained wrapped around her slender torso.

I stood up from behind my desk and considered my reply. Harriett was away - again - and my only plans were surfing for new porn online, or maybe breaking out Zenellis's hard disk drives, building a RAID array, and surfing the father-with-different-daughter videos from the Wisconsin conference. My curiosity about those captured scenes had become stronger with time. I liked Andy too much to do anything sexual with Cassie, and I decided I could use the company.

Before I could agree, Cassie spoke, "We don't even have to go out," she pleaded. "We can stay in. I can do popcorn and everything."

It was the "do everything" I was scared of. Could I control myself, alone, with an obviously horny young woman? The only saving grace, despite Cassie's cute face, was her missing chest. Checking out her tits left me limp. If I concentrated on that part of her anatomy, I'd never achieve an erection. "Sure, why not? A friend of a friend is a friend."

"Wow. Did you make that up, just now?" Her eyes were wide with anticipation.

"Nah, I probably heard it somewhere."

"Andy has a huge DVD collection. How about we go to his place? He told me he got a new flat screen TV, but I haven't seen it. It showed up just before he left. We can order in."

Flat screen, flat chest. A perfect flat couple. "Fine." I grabbed my suit coat, slung it over my shoulder and followed Cassie to the elevator. She sure knew how to wiggle her hips. Think tits, I coached myself, not ass.

Cassie and I drove to Andy's condo in my car. In profile, she continued to show no depth of chest.

"Nice coupe? Is it new?" she asked.

"Two years old."

"It even smells new." She leaned towards the dashboard and sniffed. No overhang from her bosom. Great!

The building was about eight stories tall with clean, modern lobby. I'd always met Andy at our mutual choice of restaurants. On occasion, I'd drop him off, but I'd never been inside. "Nice place."

"Yeah, his uncle owns it and rents it to him for almost nothing."

A short elevator ride put us on the third floor. A wrapped box sat at the door to Andy's place. Cassie bent over and picked it up. I tried to ignore another of those repetitive ass shots. She scowled at the addressing. "To Andy from Keiko. Bitch!" Cassie put her hand to her mouth, as if she was embarrassed to use the word in front of me, or out loud, or both. "Keiko lives in my house. She's been after Andy ever since she met him at one of our parties."

Evidently Cassie was a sorority girl, with sisters who were acting anything but sisterly. After Cassie unlocked the door, she tossed the package on an entry shelf fitted with coat hooks. The apartment was overly warm. "For a smart guy, Andy can be sooo stupid." She confronted an electronic thermostat. "The jerk locked it. Sorry. Make yourself comfy."

Andy must have set it before he left, during an obnoxious cold snap. She shed her jacket. I did the same. I caught Cassie glancing at the package on the entry shelf. She rubbed her hands, as if they were itching to open it. It certainly wasn't to remove a chill.

"How about that movie?" She fingered the DVD cases on shelves that covered an entire wall. "Hmmm. American Pie, unrated version. I didn't know Andy had this."

From a nearby table littered with carryout glossies, she tossed me a folded pizza parlor brochure, and then her cell phone. "Spinach and mushroom for me." I've never carried a cell phone, and never will. No one needs to contact me that urgently. I called in an order for a large half-sausage/half-spinach, with mushrooms across the whole thing.

I waited for Cassie to make the promised microwave popcorn before I put the DVD in Andy's player. My stomach growled, and not from hunger. Watching an unrated version of an overtly sexual movie was not smart, but objecting to Cassie's choice would raise the issue of "Why not?" and then I'd have to confront the issue out in the open, also dangerous. Better to just let the fantasy play out on-screen and behave myself.

When Cassie returned with popcorn in a big bowl for us to share, I hit PLAY. The wide screen was stunning, with a crystal-clear picture. Almost too clear, too detailed. The popcorn was the extra butter kind. Our hands slid against each other in the bowl. The frequency of contact was too high to be accidental. Cassie was timing her grabs. Each time I reached in, so did she, massaging my fingers instead of grabbing popcorn. Somehow, we ended up holding hands, slippery hands. I released and extracted my hand from the bowl. I couldn't help myself and licked the yellow coating from my fingers. Cassie followed suit and giggled. This was fun for her, and pleasant for me too. Pretty soon we were licking our fingers after each sampling.

When my eyes returned to the screen, I sat upright. The movie had reached the scene where the buxom female strips in the stupid kid's bedroom and the stupid kid watches from another friend's house via a webcam. The jerk could have been in his bedroom, witnessing the display in person, or maybe even scoring with the excited female, but noooo, watching it remotely with his buddies was some nerdy version of erotic. In the regular theater version, the camera cuts away after she unhooks her bra, but in this unrated one, the bra explodes off her massive chest. What tits!

Cassie yanked her hand from the bowl and fumbled with the control. It slipped from her grasp. She got down on her hands and knees, ass waving. She finally got it in hand and frantically pressed buttons. She must have hit pause because the image froze on the screen - large succulent tits with pointy nipples. Cassie was like a deer in headlights, as immobile as the photo on the screen. More button pushing turned the screen black. Cassie's face was bright red. "I had no idea-"

Cassie was obviously quite embarrassed.

"I should go." I shifted my weight to stand.

"No, wait. Don't leave. Not now." She put one hand on my shoulder and one on my knee. That was just enough to unbalance me and plant me on the couch. "It's just that I'm sensitive about, you know, these." She put her hands where there should have been tits. Again, she glanced at Andy's gift from Keiko. When she dropped her hands, handprints remained. She glanced at my groin. "Oh my God. I've stained your clothes."

Dark patches the shape of her fingers and palm decorated my pant leg. I couldn't see my shoulder, but expected the same.

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