The Goth and the Gamer

Hello all, thanks for checking out my first story here. This will be a multi-part series focusing on gentle femdom, pegging, chastity, and similar themes without humiliation. It's a bit of a slow burn, so please bear with me as I introduce the characters and plot. The fetish content starts fairly mild and will slowly escalate, but will mostly stay within the bounds of realism. Hopefully there's a bit of something for everyone, so please let me know how you like it.

Enjoy!

There's a sense of community found in LAN parties that you don't get from online gaming. When I heard about a old-school party being held in the gymnasium of the local community college I worked for, I knew I had to check it out. It wasn't like I had other plans for a mid-spring Saturday, and it was better than striking out at the bars once again. When you're a 26-year-old 5'6" guy living in what's basically a college district, you tend not to be the best selection at any event.

I packed up my laptop - an older model gaming computer with a mid-tier GPU for its time - some water, and some snacks, then drove to the campus parking lot. I ran into one of my coworkers from the college IT desk on the way, and we chatted about what games we were hoping to play. He was into competitive shooters, but I hoped to find a group to play a turn-based RPG like Fortresses and Fae. Once we got there, we paid the $20 admission, put on our wristbands, then split up to find groups we could settle into.

I didn't find anyone who wanted to join me immediately, but it was fairly early and the gymnasium was only halfway full, with people trickling through the doors in a steady stream. I picked a table near a few girls playing a retro farming sim, plugged in my power cord, and got booted up. Rather than setting up a bulletin board or paper sign-up sheets for groups, they had a banner - big enough to be seen from the back - with a web address to organize LFG lists. I typed in the URL and entered the password on the banner - presumably to keep random people from stumbling on it, I guessed - and scrolled through the options. I made a new entry for Fortresses and Fae, added my table number and my own name, then minimized the tab to check later.

In the meantime, I logged into OSRE - Old School Run & Escape, the MMO that got me into gaming - and completed some daily tasks. I still needed to finish grinding out 10,000 bronze daggers so I could finally get into the daggersmith's guild, so I wasted some time gathering materials. While I waited for mining animations to finish, I looked around the hall.

There was a pretty decent mix of guys and girls in the hall. Most looked around college age, while a few were older and I spotted a couple of boys who were clearly still in high school. The mix was enough that I was confident that someone would want to join eventually, although if it got too late to do a one-shot mission then I would probably have to take down the LFG entry. Just to see if there was any interest, I pulled up the site and refreshed it. So far, nothing. I minimized the window again and returned to my grind.

I was just about to take a break when I caught movement near me from the corner of my eye. When I looked to my right, I saw two women walking down the row toward me. One was dressed casually, with light makeup, a graphic tee with an old comic hero, and jeans that hugged her thighs and hips but flared out near her sneakers. Her light brown hair was up in a ponytail, and she had a black messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

The other was dressed much more dramatically. Her tight black t-shirt was cropped to show a hint of her stomach - soft, but not fat - and she had on a loose miniskirt with stars and nebulae across a dark background, which flared out to emphasize unusually wide hips. Her thick legs - again, soft but not fat - were sheathed in fishnet tights that led down to black boots with a moderate chunky heel, and she had fingerless fishnet gloves that extended up to her elbows. Her face was done up too: Black lipstick, winged eyeliner with purple and blue eyeshadow (to match the nebulae on her skirt), pale pink blush, and dark hair with purple undertones that came down to her upper back. I think the style was called "pastel goth", but I was far from a fashion expert. Either way, I tried not to let my eyes linger too much so I didn't look like a creep.

"Hi, are you Alex? Looking for a group for F&F?" asked the brunette as she approached.

"Oh, uh... yeah, that's me," I stammered out. I hadn't expected two gorgeous girls to ask to join me, and I was definitely out of my league here.

"Sweet, I'm glad we made it. I'm Nala, and this is Eve," she responded. She stuck her hand out to shake, and Eve's eyes crinkled in a smile as I shook her friend's hand.

Nala and Eve

, I thought. I hoped I didn't scare them away anytime soon.

"It looks like we lucked out! Open space to play, and the host is a cutie!" exclaimed Eve. I blushed, and Nala turned to lightly smack her friend on the arm.

"Hey, don't embarrass him! I don't want to have to find another group to play with among these unwashed nerds," admonished Nala. Admittedly, the room was already beginning to smell of BO from all the bodies, and I know some of the guys here were still learning about personal hygiene.

I adjusted my glasses and swept a lock of my sandy blonde hair out of my face - I kept it long, down to my ears - and waved my hand dismissively. "It's okay, I know she doesn't mean it. Pull up a seat," I mumbled. Eve frowned at my remark, but she and Nala grabbed the next two chairs over and reached into their bags.

Nala had brought a decent gaming laptop - it looked to be the next model up from mine, and a couple of years newer - and got set up quickly. Eve surprised me though. She pulled out a small form factor PC and a small portable monitor, then a keyboard, mouse, and headset to go with them. She got everything plugged into the PC quickly enough, but when she tried to plug in the power cables she ran into a snag.

"Ugh, the power strips are too far away," Eve huffed. "Nala, can you switch seats with me? I can reach that one from where you're sitting, and your charger is long enough to reach from here." Nala agreed, and picked up her laptop while Eve shifted her setup next to me. She got plugged in and powered up quickly, and in no time we were exchanging Mist account info so we could game together.

"So, do we want to wait for a fourth member, or just go with three?" Nala asked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm confident that three is plenty," I responded.

Eve agreed, so with that we all fired up the game to start a campaign.

"Whew, that was a tough one. I thought he'd never stop spawning those spiders," Eve said as she stretched. Almost six hours later, we had found the artifact needed to kill the Spider King, then fought our way through the infested mines to put a stop to him.

"Yeah, now I see why people think that fight is so annoying. I couldn't even taunt them all!" exclaimed Nala. "That earth elemental you called in probably saved us, Alex."

"Eh, it was nothing. Just trying to lean into the fantasy of being an Arcane Commander," I responded. I had grown much more comfortable around the women while we played, but out of game I could feel my nerves returning.

"I don't know about you two, but I got what I came here for," continued Nala. "Maybe we should call it a day and grab food somewhere?" It was growing late, and our snacks had been exhausted a while ago. There was pizza available, but it was cheap Small King hot and ready pizzas, and you only got 2 slices for $5.

"Yeah, what do you ladies want?" I asked.

"There's a good pizzeria and pub not to far from here that we like to meet at. You can buy it by the slice, and their slices are

big

," answered Eve. "I'll send you the address if that sounds good to you."

"Sure, I'm game," I said.

"What's your number?" Eve asked. As I rattled off the digits, I realized that a cute girl - hell, a hot one - had asked for my number. I knew that it wouldn't lead to anything, so I didn't get my hopes up, but the irony made me smile for a moment.

"What's so funny?" Nala asked.

"Nothing much, just that it's the first time a woman has asked for my number," I responded. "I know it's just a friendly thing, don't worry." I didn't want Eve to think I was a creep who interpreted kindness as flirtation - I made that mistake too many times in college, but at least I had learned.

An unknown number sent me an address, along with a message: "This is Eve :)". As it turned out, the pub was only a few blocks from my apartment.

"Oh, that's close to where I live!" I told the girls. "I'll park at home and walk, meet you there in 15 minutes?" They agreed, and we all set off. Eve rode with Nala, and they had parked in one of the other campus lots, so we split up outside the gymnasium.

After a short drive and even shorter walk, I found the building. It was tucked in the back of a strip mall that I rarely went to, so it wasn't surprising that I had never tried it before. Once inside, I saw that Eve and Nala had already grabbed a booth. I waved at them as I walked over, grabbing a menu from the hostess on the way, before realizing that they had put me in an odd position.

"Where should I sit?" I asked. Eve and Nala were sitting opposite each other, so I'd have to share a bench with one of the two.

"Right here," Eve said with a smile. She scooted over and patted the bench next to her. As I slid in, I glanced at her smooth thighs, exposed in their fishnets and extending down into the dark. Eve's skirt rose up for a moment as she shifted, and I caught a flash of garter straps and bare skin. I quickly looked back up, but Eve caught my eye and smirked.

Good, she's not mad - yet

, I thought.

"So you said the slices are big, but how big are they?" I asked.

Eve held her hands about 10 inches apart to demonstrate. "They cut their pizzas into six pieces, and they're extra wide pizzas. Definitely enough of a mouthful to keep a girl satisfied," she said with a giggle and a wink. Nala rolled her eyes at the innuendo, but nodded in agreement about the size estimate.

A waitress came over to take our orders, which broke us away from the conversation. I ordered two slices - classic pepperoni and a sausage & mushroom - and a porter they brewed in-house, then turned back to the girls when they were done.

We chatted for a bit while we waited for drinks and food, getting to know each other a bit better. Despite spending 6 hours gaming together, I knew nothing about the duo and vice versa. I learned that Eve was 30 and Nala was 28, a few years older than me, although I would never have been able to tell. Eve worked as a paralegal at a small law firm in town, while Nala was a bartender at another pub. Both made enough at their jobs to explain the expensive gaming rigs, although they shared a townhome-style apartment to save on rent. I gave them a brief overview of how my IT job worked, and explained how a family friend had split an extra house he owned into multiple private apartments, including the one I rented.

We stayed for several hours, ordering more drinks and talking the whole time. Eve would slip in an innuendo, a wink, or a flash of thigh or cleavage from time to time. I even thought I felt her leg rubbing on mine, but I couldn't tell if that was intentional or not. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was flirting with me. After a couple of drinks though, I began to wonder if I really did know better.

"Well, it's getting late enough, I think I'd like to head home," Nala said. Eve nodded in agreement. I was sad to end the hangout, but a glance at my watch told me that we had been there for almost 4 hours.

I stood up, and glanced around. "I'll meet you two outside, I need a pit stop first." I went to the bathroom as quickly as I could and washed up, not wanting to delay the girls any longer or miss any time with the two. Ok, I really just didn't want to miss time with Eve.

When I headed outside, Eve was standing there but Nala was nowhere to be found. As I approached her, I realized this was the first time all day we had actually stood next to each other. In her chunky 3-inch heels, she was 4-5 inches taller than me, which made her curvy appearance slightly intimidating.

"Where's Nala? Also in the bathroom?" I asked.

"Nah, she headed home solo. I couldn't get you to take a hint earlier, so I figured I'd be more direct," Eve said with a twinkle in her eye. She walked toward me next to the building, then turned gently grabbed my chin to turn my face up toward hers. She leaned down a bit, and... and...

Contact. Her lips were soft and round, the matte black lipstick giving them a slightly sticky quality. There was no tongue, but she held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back.

"I... umm..." I stammered out breathlessly. I could feel my brain rebooting from the shock of it. Apparently, I didn't know better after all. This curvy goth gamer goddess really

was

interested in me.

"Come on," she said with a crooked smile. "You live near here, right? Let's walk." She grabbed my hand and pulled me along to get me moving. "You'll have to lead though, since it's your place."

Once my feet got moving, I broke out of my stupor. "Yeah, it's just a few blocks away." I said. My mind was still reeling, but I was at least able to walk home. I almost tripped a few times, distracted by the flash of her fishnet-clad legs and the height difference as she held my hand the whole way back. We didn't say a word, but given the way my heart felt like it was beating in my throat, that was probably a good thing.

I had to let go of Eve's hand to pull my keys out of my pocket when we arrived, and I almost couldn't get my apartment unlocked because my hands were so shaky. The door had barely closed behind us and I had barely kicked off my shoes when Eve pushed me against the wall and kissed me again.

This time was much more aggressive. Her lips mashed against mine, already slightly open upon contact, and I could feel her jaw working as she opened them further to slip her tongue along my lips. I tried to reciprocate as best as I could, but her tongue got in the way, so I just followed along and enjoyed it.

She drew back for a breath and her hands started to roam. One slipped under my shirt to cradle my back, her warm palm lightly tickling along my spine. The other grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip before wrapping around my back to grab my ass.

"Mmm, I've wanted to do that since we left the LAN," Eve said. "I thought you were cute when we arrived, but then you actually turned out to be fun to game with, too. When you looked guilty at catching a peek, that sealed the deal for me." Before I could respond, her lips met mine again and my breath was stolen away.

My hands finally felt like they could work, and I started to move them along her sides. The hand on her hip dipped down toward the hem of her skirt - but not under, not yet - while the other drifted along her bra band toward her chest. I could feel the softness of her thighs through the skirt, and she was definitely wearing stockings and garters, not tights like I initially assumed.

Eve's tongue warred with mine as she grabbed my hand and guided it back to her hip, but this time under the skirt. Her other hand grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to tug it upward, revealing my stomach and one side. That hand stayed in the back, while the other returned to run along my barely-visible abs before groping around my chest.

"You're so cute and tight," she murmured into my mouth. The hand in back started to slip below my waistband, grabbing a cheek through my trunks, while the other continued to squeeze the bit of muscle I called pecs.

"Come on, let's take this farther in," Eve said as she broke off the kiss. She pulled me farther into the apartment and into the bedroom, which was clearly visible from the entrance (Hey, when you live in 400 square feet, the layout becomes pretty apparent). Along the way, she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall in the bedroom doorway and revealing her lacy black panties and a perfectly round ass. She wasn't wearing a thong, but the back of her panties still slipped between her cheeks in a way to show off more than they covered.

"Come on, let's get you out of those clothes, too," she said as she turned to me. Before I knew it, both hands had slipped under my shirt and pulled it over my head. One hand was at my belt buckle while the other guided one of my hands to her own shirt hem. I took the cue and started pulling her shirt up to reveal a lacy pushup bra that matched her panties, while she got my belt buckle undone. In a few more seconds, we were standing pressed together - me in just my boxer briefs, and her a much more impressive lingerie ensemble. Her boots were still on, so she still towered over me a bit, but I was more intimidated by my relative state of dress than by the height difference by now.

"Help me out of these shoes so we can keep playing," she requested with a smile. I swallowed, then nodded as she backed toward the bed. She sat down and pushed lightly on my shoulders, leading me to kneel in front of her. I reached for her boots, but couldn't keep my eyes off her thick thighs and the way they squished outward on my messily-made bed. Luckily, the laces came undone quickly and I was able to stand, boots on the floor, and take my own turn at leading.

I stepped forward, one leg between hers, and bent down slightly to kiss her. I didn't push as aggressively as she did, but she still accepted my tongue into her mouth as she ran a hand up and down my leg. Eve leaned back, grabbing me around the waist to pull me on top of her, but never pulling her lips away from mine. The hand on my leg had worked its way to my butt again, squeezing and stroking through the fabric, but also caressing the skin of my leg below the hem.

We rolled on our sides, and Eve pulled back again. "I'm not ready to take things all the way just yet, but I can make sure that both of us end the night satisfied. Sounds good?" Eve told me. She looked into my eyes seriously, but there was still a twinkle there. "I'd like to see where things go, but I'm not the type of girl to fuck a guy I've just met that day, especially not without a proper date." She smiled, and her eyes softened a bit.

"Yeah, I'm good with that. Never thought I'd get even this far," I told her as my mind caught up with what she said.

Not without a proper date

, she'd said. Did that mean there was a chance of us becoming a couple? I'd have to ask her later, as she kissed me again briefly to keep me from speaking further.

Eve grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs, while the other stroked me through my underwear. I was already mostly hard, but she quickly brought me to a raging hardness that I hadn't felt since puberty.

"Can you feel how wet you made me?" she asked. I could, the fabric of her panties was already damp, and I could swear that I felt them soaking even more as we spoke. I rubbed a finger on either side of her panties, where her legs met her groin, and she gasped for a moment. "Mmm, just like that, good boy."

At that, I felt my own odd surge of pleasure.

Good boy?

I thought. I definitely didn't expect those two words to feel so good, but here we were. Eve squeezed my shaft as I stroked alongside her panties, and her other hand brought my free hand to the back of her bra.

"Help a girl out?" she asked in a sultry voice. I fumbled with the hooks - it had been a while since I'd done this - then finally unclasped it. Before I could pull the bra away, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. The hand holding her bra up dropped, and there before me were two perfect small-ish orbs. They were surprisingly perky for a girl of her size, with wide areola and thick nipples that seemed oversized on her breasts.