"Psst." The hiss sounded off in the distance. Not something I had to concern myself with. "Psst," came again, this time closer, more urgent. I groaned.
SLAP
. A palm hit my face.
"What?" I said loudly.
Elaine's beautiful brown eyes hovered before me. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, and, together with a pair of hoop earrings, it decorated a face that no longer showed any signs of my cum; she'd even reapplied her makeup, aiming at--and achieving--a sexier look than she'd had before, with darker shades, redder lips, and perpetually blushing cheeks. She smiled at me. "No need to get snappy."
"Well, you did both slap me and wake me." I lay naked on the bed, and my cock grew just at the sight of her. "Why did you wake me?" I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
She fingered her hair, pretending not to see my boner. "Oh, you know. Couldn't sleep."
I stretched, yawning, and this time she couldn't resist sneaking a peek at my length pointing up into the air. "How long have I been out?"
"About two hours, I think," she said. "After a while, I got bored of watching you sleep, so I decided to wake you up." I raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't see it. "Look what I found." She took a step back, pointing down at her legs. She wore a pair of boots with eight inch stilettoes, so tall they had thick platformed soles so she wouldn't trip--and even then the heels must've been hard for her to handle. They were made soft, supple black leather that tightly encased her legs all the way up to her thighs. These weren't boots made for walking...
"I found them hidden at the back of Jenna's closet room in an unopened shoebox," she said. "You have quite the perverted sister to own such a pair."
"You're the one who's actually wearing them," I pointed out.
"What? I'm not perverted," she said. "I'm just me, Elaine." As if that made any sense. "But, important question: How do you like them?"
She still wore her cute outfit from earlier in the evening, a tight sweater and a cute red and white skirt. The boots absolutely did not fit with the outfit, but, to my eyes, that juxtaposition made them even naughtier. "I love them."
I rolled over to find Jenna and Selene tangled in each other's arms and legs, both fast asleep. "They're cute together, aren't they?" Elaine whispered. "Come, let's give them some space. You can show me your gaming room."
My clothes were still scattered over the floor. I didn't want to get back into them, so Elaine threw me one of Jenna's bathrobes. I donned it--it was far too small, barely covering my body down to my hips, but it did the job--and we snuck out of the room.
"So..." I started once in the hallway. "Jenna and Selene?"
She gave me a stunned look. "How could you not notice? I've been rooting for them for months."
Huh. Now that I thought about it... "I guess somewhere I did. But in my defense, I was very busy noticing you."
She threw her hair back over her shoulder in a most arrogant way. "Of course you were. I'm gorgeous."
We ambled through the corridors by the ambience of the moonlight, accompanied by the clicks of her heels on the marble floor. She had some trouble walking on them, and I offered her my arm for support, to which she gladly held on.
After a while she broke the silence. "It must have been tough, to grow up like this."
"Don't overstate it," I said. "Everyone faces challenges in life, and yes, mine were different, but definitely not harder. Living like this taught me to be immaterial, as there are far more important things in life than stuff."
She beamed up at me and squeezed my hand.
We reached the stairwell, and I sprinted down to watch as she descended, carefully placing her feet on the steps. "You are majestic," I told her. With a few steps to go, she stopped, smiled, and leaped into my arms, squealing with delight. I caught her and spun her around a few times, her booted legs flying free behind her, before setting her down. "Come," I said, and took her to my rooms.
I first rid myself of Jenna's bathrobe and slid into one of mine. Elaine whistled at my momentary nudity. "Hmm," she purred, "it looks like I'm not the only sexy one around here. But let's first play some games!"
I led her to my gaming room. It wasn't large, with a few comfortable couches facing a small cinema screen that I could hook up to whatever console I felt like playing on. I loaded up a shooter game, turned off the lights, handed Elaine a controller and thudded onto a couch.
She moved to stand before me and placed her fists on her hips. "What?" I asked.
She sighed, exasperated. "I want to sit in your lap, silly. Scooch those legs apart."
She dropped herself plump between my legs, backing her ass up against my erection. I wrapped my arms around her to hold my controller in front of her, rested my chin on her shoulder and brought my legs together against hers, enjoying the feel of her leather boots against my skin.
We started the game. Our objective was to capture a flag from each other's bases and bring it back to our own base while we shot each other to pieces with guns, both supported by a few bots.
I beat her soundly. In most encounters, I'd killed her before she even noticed me, but when she was the one to see me first, she immediately gave it away by moving in the direction she wanted to go in the game. "Yes, I've got you. No, fuck you!" she'd shout. She was very competitive.
"You're not very good at this," I told her.
"It's called tactics," she said. "The first stage is underplaying my strengths."
"It won't work if you tell me what you're doing."
