Authors Note:
This is the same situation as the one presented in the first Our Favorite Game. However, after making some changes, I felt it was sufficiently different from the original, so I decided to post them both, and see which one does better. Not everyone will want to read both versions and that is fine. This is just my little experiment...
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I sat across the room watching my boyfriend use the computer. He had started out checking his e-mail, but by now he had switched to his favorite free porn site. My first reaction was to get into a huff. Don' t get me wrong, I'm not one of those women who gets upset about their men looking at naked women online. Its just that I was feeling a little randy myself and I wasn't about to be ignored for a hunk of metal and digital imagery But then i figured the smart thing would just be to sidle up and look with him. That would hopefully give him the right impression, and get us both warmed up.
I'd comment on the pictures. "She's cute," or, "that's just not attractive," One time I made him chuckle when I said, "Oh! I love her hair!" When I started to get really hot, and wanted to speed things up a little, I excused myself. I came back wearing my super-short plaid skirt and a snug white tank top. I stood behind him, leaning over to see the computer screen and letting my breasts press against his back. "Wait, go back, " I said. "I didn't see that one." I moved around beside him to get a better look, and he slipped his hand up my skirt. Pushing my thong to the side, he smiled when he felt my smooth skin, realizing that I had shaved all but a closely trimmed patch around the sweet spot.
Then the phone rang. Whatever possessed me to answer it instead of letting the machine pick up, I'll never know but it was my best friend with major guy drama and I couldn't ignore that. Had to be there for her what else could I do?? But I still had an itch to scratch so I had to keep his attention. I wasn't loosing out tonight- no way. So I simultaneously began to ignore and tease him.
There were some cushions on the floor; I tossed myself across them and hiked my skirt up; flashing him a clear view of my entire ass, and the thin red piece of fabric disappeared between the round cheeks of my backside. Of course he couldn't resist that, and seemed in fact to take it as some kind of challenge. He immediately came over and slapped me-hard. The pain didn't bother me- it was the loud sharp crack. I was sure my friend would hear it and ask me what the hell was going on. I sure as hell didn't want to have to explain my sex life- or worse have her thinking I was being abused.
"Shhh!" I hissed at him. So he quietly rubbed my cunt against the cloth of my thong. I stifled the sounds of pleasure that wanted to come out, and struggled to listen to the very important troubles of my friend. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I simply could not hear a word she was saying. "Hold on a sec," I told her, and put my hand over the receiver. "Listen, this is a really important conversation. I can't pay attention while your doing that, so you're gonna have to stop."
I guess he knew I was serious because he went back to the computer. He probably figured that I would be on the phone for the rest of the night, and that would be it. I was calculating how I could quickly- very quickly- be a good friend and come up with a good excuse to let her go. While we talked, I walked in and out of the room, finding excused to bend over and flash my round firm ass cheeks at him.
The subject changed to her pets. "I think my cat's in heat," she said. "She's mewling and rubbing against my leg. She sounds like she's in pain." Wow, that makes two of us, I thought. Rod is the kind of guy who just seems to know everything, so I walked back into the room and rubbed my body up against his as if I too where a frisky kitty. "How can you tell if a cat's in heat?" I asked nonchalantly. He mentioned the things that she said, and a few other things. I could hear the cat in the background. "Wow, the poor little thing sounds miserable," I said. "Maybe you better go and check on her, and I'll just call you back tomorrow."
"You're probably right," she said. "I'll let you know."
As soon as I heard the click, I was back on my game. "So what are you going to do about that mess on the bedroom floor?" I asked coyly, referring to some papers I had knocked over earlier in the day.
"Nothing," he said. "You knocked them over, you pick them up."
"You can't make me." I said with a teasing smile.
"Oh yea?" he said getting up from the computer. He grabbed a handful of my hair and led me into the room. "Pick up that mess," he ordered He shoved me down toward the floor and stood over me as I tidied up as quickly as possible. When I finished, he motioned for me to follow him to the bed. "No, don't stand up. Stay on your knees."