Josh was very, very thirsty.
The swarthy, dark-haired young man had been sitting at the keyboard a good five hours this Saturday morning, and no less than seven hours the night before. It was the battleground weekend, and he was determined to finish his point grind before the weekly reset. He'd set aside the time, turned in his term paper and turned off his cellphone, but what he had neglected was his supply of fluids. The one- and two- liter bottles of Gatorade, Diet Pepsi and Mountain Dew had been at best half-full Thursday evening, and now the empty bottles filled the blue recyling bin. Drinking tap water drawn from the American River was, of course, unthinkable.
Thirst parched his throat and made his eyes bleary. Nervous exhaustion compelled him to shift involuntarily in his chair, and as he did so, he felt the disorientation of head rushes. But between the sour taste of the tap water and the sedate montony of his grind, Josh did not feel sufficiently compelled to get up to pour himself a glass of water, much less hike a kilometer down the street to the convenience store to pick up some more drinks.
Defending a node alone against four inexperienced Alliance melee, each with half his health and resilence and none of his skill, his concentration was broken by another head rush coinciding with a monitor flicker. Josh blinked intently. He perceived motion beside his shoulder, at the edge of his field of vision. Then he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders - feminine, light, warm, pleasant. To assure himself that he was, in fact, hallucinating, he slowly turned his chair - and found himself face-to-face with a strangely familiar face.
"Lucine?"
The young woman who was standing there, in front of him, hands on her hips, exposed abdomen thrust brashy forward, seemed, indeed, to be the female blood elf paladin who he had just been controlling on his screen. Luminous jade-green eyes, smooth, soft skin tanned golden-brown, perfect except for a beauty mark on her right cheek, her mischevous wide smile complimented by her long brown ponytail. Her long, narrow blood elf ears bounced up and down as she seductively shifted her hips side to side, hinting at their potential. She was not wearing her armor; instead, she wore a purple mini-tank and burgundy capris. The strings of her red bra and thong lay exposed on her shoulders and hips.
"That's the name you gave me, honey!", said the blood elf.
"...This isn't real," said Josh with certainty. He assumed this was some sort of prank.
"No, it's not. You're suffering from acute dehydration, and as a result, you're hallucinating." Lucine laughed. She laughed just as a blood elf laughed - forced but comely. Her brash manner was very sexy.
"Oh really? This is just a hallucination? So you wouldn't have a problem with me doing this?" Josh lunged forward, unbuttoning her pants and pulling the zipper down, then pulling the capris down to her ankles, revealing her thin dark-red thong. This too he pulled down, revealing that Lucine the blood elf was, in fact, a natural blonde, and did, in fact, have the neat, tempting, love canal fitting a blood elf girl - a brilliant, flesh-pink narrow slit.
Lucine contined bobbing her hips side-to-side, her smooth, tanned tummy gyrating forward and back, rippling with yoga muscles, as Josh explored her fine pink slit with his ring finger, eliciting a coo from the girl. He could see she definitely wasn't a virgin - blood elf girl, what would one expect - but all the same, the slit was a pristine, brilliant pink, clean and inviting. And she was wet. Really wet. Her love canal was pliant with passion, eagerly awaiting a manhood.
"Oh, Josh, I do have a problem with you doing that. You didn't even check out my boobs first!" Eagerly, without hesitation, Lucine swiftly pulled her tank top over both shoulders in unison and threw it over her back. She then reached behind, unsnapped her dark red bra, and let it drop to the ground.
Josh took in the sight of Lucine's naked body. She had thin, smooth, delicate but built arms and legs - obviously did a lot of jogging and yoga between instances - a cute tummy, and a round butt. A perfect hourglass figure, small curves on her arms, legs and chest, and larger curves on her butt. She had bikini tan lines and firm, perky breasts - softball-sized, pointing just upwards, with compact, orange-red areolas.
Josh reacted to the sight, removing his ring finger, as well as his index finger, from her slight and grasping her shoulders and breasts with his hands and thumbs. He teased her areolas as Lucine continued to gyrate her hips back and forth. Her hands remained there, on her hips, allowing her man to explore her narrow pink slit at his leisure.
"Nice hallucination," Josh huffed.
"It should be, darling. It's YOUR imagination! Now let's see the cock you're rocking!" The blood elf giggled.
She knelt forward and giggled as she unbuttoned his shorts (on his lazy day off, Josh didn't bother doing his zipper, what gamer would?) and pulled them with his boxers down to his feet. "Mmm, nice cock you have." Lucine giggled as she pulled his loose T-shirt over his head.
It was objective fact - his manhood was definitely above-average, a good six and a half inches, wider than average, and warm, vigorous, well-veined, evenly colored, with a crown just broader than its stock. Josh's penis throbbed eagerly, and Lucine gripped it firmly, like a tourniquet, with her thumb and fist, then once the manhood was fully engorged, she teased it with the arch of her ring and middle finger, tugging at its midsection, making Josh's organ throb harder, pivoting up and down with excitement. The twenty-something young man heaved and the organ strained, as if seeking the release of a girl's pink parts. Beads of pre-cum began to appear at the tip of Josh's manhood, sputters of frustrated yearning.
