This story originally began as a sexual roleplaying thread at Literotica's Bulletin Board. Many thanks go to Ravenloft who co-wrote this with me, and to Renegade, Vivid, Neale, and Miguelito Breathstealer who contributed their writings and ideas for the characters they portrayed.
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"Dammit, Jacen, you said we would go out on a date tonight! You promised!" Muff yelled.
Jacen waved her off absently and pored over some book or other. "Okay, Sirus the Knight is..."
Rolling her eyes, she threw herself on the couch and pouted. Damn him anyway. Never take up with a gamer, all of her sorority sisters said. Never never never. She glared at him. He was just so darned sexy. And when he wasn't gaming and actually paid attention to her, he was the greatest guy. He just spent more time gaming than paying attention to her.
His hand hovered over his dice for a moment, then he took it away. He preferred to not use them, to tell a story through his gaming by gestures and actions. He liked to visualize the story he and his gamer pals were creating night after night, month after month. Sometimes though, he had no choice. The element of chance was left to a roll of the dice. He reached for them again.
Lightning fast, she leaped from the couch and snatched his dice. Thankfully her lithe body was good for something since enticing him away from his gaming never worked.
It was the penultimate no-no, the gamer's nightmare. Bad Dice Karma. He howled and leaped after her while his friends laughed and carried on raucously. He slammed into her back, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her hands down by her thighs.
"Give those back! Dammit, Muff, you know that no one is allowed to touch my dice but me!" he bellowed in her ear.
Fine. She twisted her arm, shoved her hand into her panties, and stuck his dice right up where the sun don't shine. "You want your dice baby, go fishing."
"My friends are over for Chrissakes, Muff!" Her name didn't help any in this case. He blushed a deep red as he looked over at the guys at the table. Tim was fighting a laugh, holding a can of soda to his lips to hide his mirthful expression. Scott laughed his goofy laugh and gave Jacen the thumbs up. Or was that meant for Muff? Erica could only stare dumbfounded.
"Muff, er, hon. Come on, I am not going to reach into your, um..." Looking back up at the group, they all stared at him expectantly. "Please, babe!"
He tried to use his puppy dog eyes, but he thought he might be too wired on the soda for that to work.
Muffin crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her nose in the air. The dice clacked around inside of her when she shifted her weight. Crap, she hoped the damned things came back out. Explaining this to an ER doc would be entirely too embarrassing.
"You promised you'd take me out on a date," she pointed out. "To Denny's, not the Wendy's 99cent value menu cause you have coupons and need new books or whatever."
"Baby, we can do that any night! This was the only day Scott was free." His tone was a pleading whine.
Muff stared him down, unimpressed. Scott was free pretty much every night as long as gaming was involved. Even an idiot knew that much.
"Whoa there, champ," Scott chimed in, "don't be pegging this one on me, coupon boy!"
Jacen winced at the mention of the coupons. The guys really didn't need to know about that, dammit. He stared into Muff's eyes; it was apparent she wasn't gonna budge on this one. "So, what? Your gonna make me reach in and dig them out then?" he demanded incredulously. He had to shift so the group couldn't see his hard on. As mortifying as his unruly girlfriend was, this was turning him on. His dice were, well, they just were lucky damned dice.
"Yes, I am, and you'd better hurry up. Your little sparkly d20 is moving northward if you know what I mean." She gave him a lingering look, then inspected her perfectly manicured fingernails. Perfectly manicured because she spent her time manicuring them while he gamed.
He stared at her in horror, his eyes dropping to the junction of her thighs. Most of them were lodged between the labia right then. They felt, well, actually kind of good. Muff wiggled experimentally. They felt really good.
"And they're getting wet. I wonder if the paint comes off?" she added, just to see his look turn to panic.
"Fine!" he exploded in exasperation. Did she just wiggle? "Stop that! You'll, um, lose them." Hesitantly slipping his hand down her between her panties and her, er, soft, warm skin, Jacen shivered a little. The group was watching like Pee Wee Herman at a spooge convention. "Guys! Gawd! Turn around or something! Jesus!"
They obliged, though Jacen thought he saw Scott wink. He shook his head, naw. He looked back at Muff. She snuck a glance at him.
"Your really enjoying this, aren't you?" He hissed with far less bitterness then he'd meant to. She just grinned at him unrepentantly.
Jacen slipped his hand down along her pussy lips. He felt a couple of the dice and snatched them into the safety of his palm. Three of them were left inside. Jesus, she was wet. He had to shake his head, to clear the dirty thoughts out. That just seemed to rattle them up even more though. Dammit! He had to stick his fingers into her to get the rest out.
He groped across the four-sider, pressing its pointed edge into her tender flesh. Even before her reaction, he cringed. She winced, but when she didn't say anything, he gently tugged it out. It was the d4. Muff licked her lips, she had an idea how he ought to game with that particular one, and it had nothing to do with his roleplaying.
Muffin spread her legs a little more accommodatingly, so he could slide his fingers in better. Behind him, his buddies were watching with rapt attention. She glared at them. Despite the embarrassment of having a group of people watching her boyfriend grope through her pussy, she was getting turned on. Her nipples grew harder and she shut her eyes, waiting for his next seeking probe.
Inside of her pussy, he hooked a finger around a die and began pulling it out. Her tight muscles contracted, squeezing his finger and the die he was trying to make off with. They both groaned.
"Muff, come on, don't do that," Jacen moaned. He moaned? Looking up, the guys were still staring avidly and he blushed crimson. "Turn around!" They laughed and did so grudgingly.
He had the d4 both d10's, and the six-sider. That left the d8, d12, and d20 still inside of her. His fingers were around the eight-sider and he had been gently tugging it out. Until she had gone and tightened herself up and he'd lost it.
He had to trace around inside of her to find another die. The eight-sider again. He curled his fingers around it, slipping it out of her. The die was wet, slippery, and hard to hold onto. His erection painfully constricted in his pants. He considered the situation, his fingers, his dice, his girlfriend's pussy, and he began to smirk a little.
