The first thing Amy did when she moved was find a local D&D group. She had a secret she didn't want anyone to know: nerds turned her on.
This group was unusually all men, 5 of them with just her as the only woman. The groups were at least a little mixed nowadays, so even she was surprised to run across an all-guy group. She'd been playing with them for several months now, digging their intelligence and the deftness with which they played their roles. Actually, she realized one day, she liked all of them.
Sometimes she liked to wear low-cut shirts just to taunt them, noticing when they had trouble paying attention, their eyes wandering to her chest. Most of the time she could tell they enjoyed her for her wit, her rogue's usefully swift hands and quiet feet, and her knack for improving plans to approach something useful.
She'd considered asking out one of the players, Tom, a few times, but then work always seemed to get in the way. Really, all she had was time for was her Friday night gaming session which she didn't mind, but she was getting really tired of her vibrator and literotica. That didn't stop her from enjoying his tall spare body and green eyes.
Usually, they all met at Eric's apartment because it was the largest, and because he was the DM. She liked the way he ran a campaign: occasionally sadistic and always innovative. Although he did have an over-enthusiasm for tentacled beasties with mind-control powers. She couldn't believe that he was a DM; he was built like a linebacker which filled out his tall frame. He claimed that he was a scrawny band nerd growing up, and had only recently taken to lifting weights. She was somewhat doubtful.
One Friday he made a new suggestion: there was a particularly action-packed adventure coming up, and they'd previously talked about integrating some larp elements into their sessions. The kind with costumes and weapons and the whole nine yards.
Why not? They had the room. And two of the others, Alex and Jesse, had just come back from one of the local larping cons. The night was set to two weeks hence, plenty of time for her to sew a decent suede bodice. She wasn't sure how tiny Alex was going to get in character as the campaign's tank, but it would be amusing nonetheless.
Jesse even offered to come over early and help with refreshments and room setup. She had forgotten how he regularly did refreshment for his friends, but he was happy to remind them all with tales of feeding a horde of hungry party-goers with the post-pot munchies. Even Avi, usually dry andsardonic with his dark eyes over heavy brows, had a gleam in his eye when planning the larp.
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The day of, Amy ground her teeth in frustration. Yes, she had definitely cut the bodice way too small. Even lacing it tightly in front, there was a gap of an inch or so. To make it worse, it was cut way too low with her breasts nearly half-exposed. But the pants fit perfectly, if a bit snugly, and her belted-on sword and cap completed the outfit convincingly. It was not a warm night, so she was glad she could throw on a sweater and head out.
Jesse grinned in pleasure as she looked about, mouth agape, at the transformation of Eric's apartment. The kitchen was now a dimly-lit pub, the living room was transformed into a primeval forest and the den was now a wide open plain with its furniture pushed off to the side. She ran her hand through his curls affectionately while congratulating him.
Blast fussing over her costume so much and blast the Friday congestion, she thought; she was the last to get to Eric's apartment. The others had already sat down around the kitchen table, enjoying Jesse's spread. Setting down her bag, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it off.
Conversation ceased. All five of them were staring at her and her left nipple, which had decided to pop out of the too-small bodice. Even Avi, who she was pretty sure was gay. Hastily she shoved her breast back into place and poured herself a large drink from the pitcher before tossing it off in a show of bravado.
Usually that pitcher was filled with iced tea, and that drink was definitely stronger than iced tea.
"How do you like the mead?" inquired Tom. "I got some from a friend of mine."
"Refreshing!"
"Let's get down to business," Eric intoned. They all agreed.
Amy was impressed with their costumes, from Alex's chainmail to Avi's well-tailored country hobbit outfit and Tom's simple white blouse and black jeans.
She, like everyone else, was starving and quickly finished the sandwiches and the first two pitchers of mead.
The game had been planned immaculately. All of them had been playing their characters for long enough that they easily slid into the roles. The plot was a bit uninspired: they had to retrieve an important knife from a mind-controlling wizard who was using it to affect the moods of the villagers near to his secret lair. All of them were definitely enjoying the ability to move around and act out roles rather than relying on their dice. Funny, Amy hadn't remembered this to be such a touch-friendly crowd. But she definitely liked it how Alex swept a few stray hairs away from her forehead, or how Tom put his elbow on Jesse's shoulder as he leaned nonchalantly.
Heading into the pantry, Jesse commented "Did we really go through four liters of mead, already?"
"Yes, luckily there's another two bottles, but you all had better crash here tonight, just in case."
"In for a penny, in for a pound," Amy commented, taking another swig of her mead. Was it warm in here or was it just her? She ran her hand down her neck and side, before resting it on her hip. She was unaware of how closely they all watched her and oblivious to the ways in which they all licked their lips and artfully covered their erections from view.