Just so you know: I really like to develop the characters and the situation before any of the 'good stuff' happens. If you like a healthy dose of story with your erotica, then I hope that this will be to your taste.
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It never occurred to me that gaming could lead to anything other than
more
gaming. And I guess that I owe Kasia a great debt for showing me what could be.
There were four of us, and we were compulsive tabletop gamers. We played 'em all, from the quick and comical 20-minute card games, to the knock-down, drag-out, weekend long marathon games.
By the time we finished high school, we played twice a week. Tuesday nights we called the pick-up game: other friends could be invited, and the games were light entertainment ... Often we played those German-style games, like Settlers of Catan, or Ticket to Ride. Easy to learn, easy to play, and even first-time players can win.
Friday night was for more serious, strategy-based games, where luck was less of a factor. That was just for the four of us, and we often played into the early hours of the morning.
Les (or Leszek) had been my best friend since grade school. He was a math whiz, studying computer engineering. Unfortunately, he looked like the stereotypical nerd. I mean, we were
all
nerds, to a certain degree, but Les was short, skinny, and wore glasses.
Gerry was Mr. Personality. He collected jokes, and insisted on sharing them with everybody. Nobody laughed louder at his jokes than he did. Filipino by origin, Gerry was a bit overweight. Okay - he was a lot overweight. He called himself 'the round brown mound of renown'. We called him 'the legend in his own mind'.
Max was an athlete. He was a slot receiver for our college football team, and ran track. He had the most outrageously curly red hair. Max lived in two worlds: he was an athlete, and hung out with the jocks, but we were his best friends, and he never missed a game night if he could help it. Even when Max had a girlfriend, she quickly learned that Friday nights were sacrosanct.
I guess I was pretty average in every way, except when it came to games. I don't know if studying math gave me an edge, but I had always loved games, and won more than my fair share. In fact, the other guys frequently ganged up to prevent me from winning. I also tried my hand at designing games for us to play, and a couple of the more successful ones had crept into our repertoire.
Ah ... Kasia. She was Les' sister, two years younger, but only one year behind him in school. Whenever we played at Les' house, his sister would hang around. It drove him nuts.
None of us minded, though, because Kasia would serve us drinks, and re-fill the snack bowls. Sure, she would hover around, watching the game, but she rarely interrupted. She might ask a question here and there - 'Why did you do that?', and so on - but she usually waited for a lull in the game.
And Kasia was cute. She was tiny, maybe 5'2'', and might have weighed 99 lbs., soaking wet. She had long hair so blonde that it was practically white, and bright green eyes. Her smile was a bit toothy, and she apparently had no clue how to apply make-up. But she was sweet, and perky, and ... yeah, cute.
Kasia had just started her freshman year in college. We all noticed a big difference. Well, I did, at any rate. Les' little sister was all grown up. I don't mean to suggest that I thought about asking Kasia out. Far from it.
She was my buddy's sister, for one. And for another ... well ... let's just say that while I wasn't a virgin, my sexual history to date could have fit on the inside of a matchbook. In fact, I would have preferred to be a virgin, than to remember my fumbling, awkward first attempts at the act of love.
I was quite content to just watch Kasia, on those occasions when we played at Les' place. I came to the conclusion that white shirts and sweaters didn't do much for her. Then she discovered floral prints and skirts.
- "Wow, Kash - you look great." I told her, as we sat down to play one night. Her outfit showed a bit more cleavage than she ever had before. There wasn't much to see yet, but Kasia was definitely growing some tits there. More appealing by far were her legs, as she was also wearing a short skirt that covered only halfway to her knee.
- "Thank you, Dean." she said, flashing me a grin. I noticed that she had a bit of eye makeup as well. I wondered idly who was helping her out in that department.
- "Do you have a boyfriend or something?" asked Gerry, with his traditional lack of subtlety. Les gave him a venomous glare.
Kasia just laughed. Even her laugh was cute - a rising tinkle that made me think of Santa's elves, for some reason.
Two weeks later, we were at Les' place for a Friday-nighter, when Max called to let us know that he couldn't make it. He apologized profusely, but we all knew that he would never miss a Friday night game without an exceptional reason.
- "What do we do now?" asked Gerry.
- "Fuck." said Les, morosely. "We can't do this three-player."
We had planned a game of Dukes. It was a feudal simulation, with castles and knights, battles and sieges. Unfortunately, it was one of those games I most frequently won. But if we went ahead with only three players, Les and Gerry would have no choice but to ally against me - I would be crushed, eventually. Four players gave me a bit of a chance to persuade one of them to form a coalition with me - at least temporarily.
- "Did you bring anything else?" Gerry asked me.
- "No." I answered. "Les has a bunch of games, though."
- "I was looking forward to Dukes." he said.
Then a voice piped up from the kitchen.
"I can play Dukes."
It was Kasia.
I gave her a good, long look. First of all, she was wearing a flowery vest which left a surprising expanse of her midriff bare. But second, I will admit that I looked her in the eye.
Could
she play this game? It would be far preferable to finding a simple three-player game that we had played a hundred times before. Also, she could be a potential ally for me, against the other two. She met my gaze with confidence.
- "I know how to play." she affirmed.
- "No." said Les. "It takes too long to learn the rules."
- "I know them!" she insisted. "I've watched you guys play it three or four times. I even know your house rules."
- "You do?" said Gerry, impressed.
- "She doesn't." said her brother. "We can play Urban Sprawl. Or Casablanca."
- "Casablanca's better with four." said Gerry.
- "Why not let her play, Les?" I suggested. "Let's see what she can do." Kasia shot me a grateful glance, but Les looked as if I had just pissed in his soup.
- "C'mon ... let me play." she wheedled.
- "Not happening. No way." said Les.
Then came a second voice from the kitchen.
"Leszek - let your sister play. Just this one time. She can be Max, for one night." said his mother. And that was that. If you know your East Europeans, then you know that the father's word is law. Until the mother speaks. And then you had better know what side your cabbage rolls are buttered on. (they're not actually buttered)
Les gave in, and Kasia sat herself down, directly opposite me. She was grinning from ear to ear. Gerry and I had to laugh at the contrast between her elation and Les' dejection.
We set up the boards, and dealt the cards. Kasia had a few holdings on the southern side of the mapboard, right in front of me. She could have asked me to place her markers for her; instead, she knelt on her chair, and leaned across the table to put her pieces in place. That gave me a shockingly good view straight down her top. I immediately came to two indisputable conclusions: first, Kasia wasn't wearing a bra. Second, Kasia had tits. They weren't enormous, by any means, but they were a healthy handful, pink-tipped, and right in front of my face.
