"Ha! That knight is mine. Oh, and I believe that's 'check'."
"Damn..."
I sighed as I looked across the table at the girl sitting opposite me. If I'd known she'd be this good at chess, I probably would have thought twice before playing against her -- especially with the added stipulation that she had decided to implement "in the name of fun"; each time one of us had a piece taken by the other, we had to remove an item of clothing. Strip chess, if you will.
Thank God I decided to wear a lot of layers... I thought to myself.
"Come on then," she teased, smirking and waving her hand at me. "Take something off."
Groaning, I took a sip of the very strong vodka and coke that I had made for myself. It seemed entirely possible that I could lose this game after all. As it stood, I was down to my t-shirt and boxers, whereas she sat in her underwear and fishnets. My jeans, socks, necklace, wristband and hoodie lay in a discarded pile along with her corset, skirt, choker and high heels.
Truth be told, neither of us actually seemed too bothered about our current and increasing state of undress. We had, after all, been seeing each other for about a month now. Some people may have thought that such an occurrence meant that our relationship was moving a little on the fast side, but once again, neither of us cared much for such opinions. It obviously felt right to us, and at the end of the day, when it came down to a relationship the only people it concerned were those involved in it.
I pulled my t-shirt off over my head slowly and let it fall to the floor, the latest victim of our little game, and brushed my hair back out of my eyes to look at her. She smiled wickedly.
"There's a good boy..." she purred softly.
I smiled back at her despite my earlier mock protests at having to forfeit more clothes. She was beautiful -- everything I had actually sought in a partner, both physically or otherwise. Long dark hair reached down past her shoulders to about the level of her chest. Her eyes were blue, but not just any blue; a perfectly unique shade that stood out from any others, pale and full of spark, emphasised by both her dark eyeliner and a pair of frameless glasses, drawing my attention there almost effortlessly. Her figure was slim, slender whilst still retaining her identity as a woman, and her long legs seemed almost to go on forever. Her lips shimmered with a faint layer of gloss, and her fingernails glistened black with polish. She wore two silver rings on the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand, and further gothic jewellery usually adorned her neck. She was pierced, too; a scaffold in her right ear and a ring in the left side of her nose. When she was actually dressed, she wore clothes of a very attractive style, usually things like corsets or lace with denim skirts and tights. Today she had been wearing the heels, but usually she could be seen wearing New Rock boots that came to just below her knees. It wasn't just her appearance that had attracted me to her, although she did express a lot of things that I personally found to be extremely pretty. Her personality, too, had drawn me to want to be with her. She was feisty; fun. Someone I could have a genuine laugh and a good time with. The kind of girl that wouldn't take shit from anyone, who would stand up for herself. And of course, there was her taste in music. She was a "metal" girl through and through, and that suited me more than fine.
I myself also erred on that side of the spectrum. My own hair reached the bottom of my ribs, brown and wavy. Although a lot of people didn't seem to like this, she had a made a point of the fact that she did. My eyes were also blue, but of a more piercing, icy variety. I usually wore fairly baggy jeans and band shirts and hoodies of some variety -- the ones I had been wearing today before we had started to play had been Iron Maiden merchandise. The necklace my best friend had bought me for my birthday one year was typically always around my neck and I also wore two rings, although mine were on my left hand and gold instead of silver.
"I thought you told me you were crap at this?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well maybe this time I had something to actually play for," she responded, looking me over.
I blushed slightly, finding myself unable to take my eyes off her. Her smooth pale skin contrasted perfectly with the black of her lingerie, which was patterned with white hearts in a way that I found to be incredibly cute. My mind couldn't stop thinking about how her skin would feel on mine. I got the feeling that she could tell this, that she knew me well enough to pick up on what I was thinking. At that moment she left her seat, walking slowly and deliberately around the edge of the table towards me. I made to stand up, but she shook her head, pushing me gently back into my own chair and moving around to stand behind me, leaning in right down close to me. Her lips brushed my neck. Her breath was hot on my ear. Her hands reached around to slowly stroke my now bare chest.
"Your move..." she whispered, her soft words sounding sensual and erotically-charged.
It was safe to say that for my next "move", I wasn't really thinking about the chessboard anymore. I took her hand and pulled back around so that she stood in front of me where I sat, kissing her stomach softly while stroking my hands up and down the sides of her body. She smiled down at me from her higher position and moved so that her long legs were on either side of me as she straddled my lap, facing me. She traced a nail down my neck with a giggle, making me shiver slightly. She pressed herself against me, softly at first and then gradually increasing the pressure and the contact between us as she moved her hips in a circular motion, moaning softly as she felt my excitement and longing for her beginning to grow as I got more and more turned on by her actions, thrusting upwards partly out of instinct as I couldn't help but respond. She smiled her sexy smile again, moving her hand up to the waistband of my boxers as she leant down and licked my neck.
"I think it's about time these came off...don't you?" she murmured.
I nodded. How could I not? There was no way that I could say no to her, and nor would I want to. She was the most desirable human being I had ever set my eyes upon, and I was lucky enough to be able to call her mine. She fulfilled everything that I could ever ask of her.
Without hesitation, she got up from my lap and pulled my boxers down my legs and off completely, casually throwing them to one side. I gasped as she stroked one hand up my length, teasing me with her fingertips. I felt myself stiffen further at her touch and she smiled wickedly, wrapping her hand around me and starting to pump it slowly up and down, winking at me as she did so. A moan escaped from between my lips before I could stop myself. She knew exactly how to get to me and exactly what I liked. With her free hand, she gently scratched her nails down my chest, leaving red trails in their wake and eliciting further uncontrolled moans from within me. Following this, she ran her tongue along the marks in a catlike fashion, the softness of her action combining so pleasurably with the contrasting sting of her scratchmarks. I could hardly take this anymore. The way she was winding me up was making my lust for her unbearable. I wanted...no, needed to be inside her.
"Want to fuck me yet?" she purred, obviously picking up on how I felt.
My response to this was to pretty much yank her pants down, sliding one of my own hands between her legs, determined to make her need me as much as I needed her. Her pussy became wet as I rubbed and stroked it softly, working my fingers against her and then entering her in a rhythm that was rewarded with the sounds of her own moans.
"Ah! D-don't stop..." she breathed, the motion of her own hand getting faster on my cock, her excitement driving her almost wild in her actions. My hand and fingers moved faster as I pushed them deeper and harder inside of her, her moans and gasps increasing in line with this. I wanted her, so fucking badly, almost desperately. However, she apparently wasn't done with getting warmed up yet. With her eyes never leaving mine, she slowly went down to her knees in front of me, between my legs as I sat in the chair, looking up at me and running her tongue over her lips.
"I'm going to make sure you don't ever forget tonight..." she said with a wink.
My hands tangled in her hair as I felt her tongue circle the tip of my cock, closing my eyes in pleasure as I felt her flick it teasingly over me before running it up and down my whole length. One of her hands moved to play with my balls, rubbing them while her other hand gripped my cock as she started to toss me off again while also continuing her licking actions. There was definitely no way that I was going to forget this. I gasped loudly as she suddenly took my cock in her mouth, sucking the tip whilst also continuing to lap at me with her tongue like a cat. I pulled her hair reflexively, the feel of her mouth on me making me want her more and more. She sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down, and I noticed that she was touching herself too whilst sucking my cock -- this only increased my own satisfaction at the current situation. I arched my back with a moan as I felt a slight sting that I loved, realizing that she had used her teeth to softly bite me.
I expected nothing less, considering how kinky I had discovered her to be.
She stopped sucking but continued to move her hand on my cock, reaching into her bag which lay nearby with her free hand, pulling something out and holding it up so that I could clearly see it.
