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Chapter 2- It's All Fun And Board Games...
"Yes, I'll happily attend," I said, nodding as I spoke on my cellphone while walking into the house. "Any army in particular you want me to bring? Hm, everyone else seems to be Smurfs and Bugs, eh? Okay, I've got just the thing to living the party up. See you Sunday!"
I ended the call while standing in my living room. Anita happened to be sitting deep inside the giant beanbag chair, playing some Bejeweled knockoff game on her phone. She glanced up at me, her expression sour.
"I was hoping based on your conversation that you were getting a social life, but then it turns out you're just playing that dumb-ass tabletop thing with the plastic figures of bugs and guys with guns."
"Sorry, mom," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, it's a tournament at the store, so I won't be hosting here."
"Damn right, Sundays are good days for me, lots of people on my viewer list," she announced airily. Anita had eventually confirmed that she was indeed a cam girl and she made decent money doing it. I could totally understand why, she had that 'skinny-but-big-titted' scene girl thing going on, with all the dyed black hair and weird makeup and snakebite piercings. "You're gonna go play toy soldiers when you could be watching me."
"I'm already fucking you for free, I don't need to pay to watch you get naked on cam." I pointed out.
"We'll see about that." Anita sniffed as she clambered out of the chair and tried to walk by me, looking aloof. Unfortunately, I lived by the code of the Astartes, which says one does not diss the God-Emperor or the hobby and not pay the price. I reached over and caught her by the middle as she moved past me, hefting her up into the air and carrying her back to the lovesac. She squealed and struggled, but she couldn't get away, I was a
lot
bigger than her.
"Gnnnnn, let me go!" she hissed, struggling to get away, but not too hard. This was a game we played and both enjoyed. "I've gotta get ready to- ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck!"
I had pushed her down into the plush seating and slid my hand up the skirt she was wearing to find her pussy. Predictably not wearing underwear, she moaned as I began massaging her netherlips, which got very wet, very quickly.
"I'd say I'm amazed that you never seem to learn your lesson, but I think you secretly don't want to," I said, pinning her with one hand while the other molested her. She kept squirming and pretending to try and escape, but she was also panting and wiggling back against my hand that was under her skirt. "Anything you'd care to admit?"
Not surprisingly, she only grunted and continued squirming. She shivered as one of my fingers dipped inside her, starting to slide back and forth. She became increasingly slick with each passing moment. She'd stopped trying to escape and I undid my belt and my pants, letting them fall away to expose my cock. I turned Anita on her side, keeping my finger inside her, but allowing her to reach out and take my swelling member, which she sucked into her mouth greedily.
Kneeling over her in the lovesac, I inserted another finger inside her pussy and she moaned around my shaft, her eyes closed. Anita sucked an amazing dick, and it wasn't long before she had me at full mast. Without a word, I pulled out of her mouth and turned her onto her front, wedged below my bulk inside the deep chair. She panted and then groaned loudly as I put myself on top of her and pushed my cock deep inside her eager slit with one long, slow stroke.
"Goddamn it," she grunted, grinding her ass up against me while I slid down inside her pussy. "Gnnnnnnn, I didn't tell you to do this, you bastard..."
"Oh?" I mused, smiling evilly as I began to move up and down, driving into her. "Should I stop?"
"I'll legit find a way to kill you if you do!" she gasped, her fingers gripping the material of the plush chair. "Uhhhhhnnnn, fucking rape me!"
"What is it with emo girls and rape fantasies?"
I wondered to myself as I fucked her. Well, whatever. I'd stop if she told me to, but Anita had always told me she was DTF and to just fuck her whenever I felt like it and if she wasn't doing something important.
I began pumping down into her faster, eliciting a loud, guttural response. Her pussy became even wetter, clenching around me like a slick vise. My hands wrapped around her slender neck from above and behind and she shook in shameless delight, since she loved to be choked.
"Uhhhhhh, fuck!" she cried out as she strained back against me desperately, so loud I thought our landlady might hear us. She shook violently and then started cumming, seeming to lose control of her body. I had passed my threshold and speared down into her with a great push, pumping my cum into her squeezing womanhood. I squeezed her neck as I arched my back, piercing her to her core.
She finally flopped into the lovesac, trembling and limp. She didn't move as I finished cumming inside her, thoroughly used and abused the way she liked. Once I had finished, I simply stayed on top of her for several moments, just enjoying the feel of her smooth pussy encasing me. It was a pure, warm and wet Heaven I never tired of. She was a helluva roomie and casual fuck buddy.
Once she'd milked all the cum out of me, I slowly pulled out of her, my cock leaving with a wet, comical
plop
noise from her distended pussy. I kept it resting on her pert, milky-white behind while I reached over the side and took several wet-wipes out of a discretely-stored box I had put there for these frequent occasions. I cleaned my cock of our mingled juices and tossed the refuse in a tiny basket before pulling up my pants to dress again. Anita still wasn't interested in moving.
I was walking away from her, dusting my hands off in a gesture of a job well-done, when Cait wandered into the living room. She looked at me and then peered over at what was left of Anita, still boneless in the lovesac.
"Oh," she said somewhat uncertainly, looking at the completely naked and clearly fucked scene girl. "She's not dead, is she?"
"No, your friend is only
mostly
dead." I replied, quoting Cait's favourite movie and making her giggle and clap in delight.
From the lovesac, Anita managed to move an arm and display a middle finger to me, even while remaining face-down and turned away from us. Cait snickered and looked up at me, her blue eyes glinting with amusement. "I need to go to West Side Wally and was hoping you'd be my chaperone."
"As you wish..." I said with great humility, taking her arm and leading her back outside.
***
Walking through the aisles at Walmart, I was assisting Cait in finding a grocery cart's worth of small items and knick-knacks one might keep around for use during an amateur production at a local theatre. She'd been tasked by the set designer of a show she was involved in to pick up supplies before they began their dress rehearsals. Ergo, I was here to lug the cart around while she concentrated on finding her quarry.
"So Sunday you're going to a tournament for... whatsit called, 40k?" she asked as she dumped half a dozen rolls of silvery duct tape into the cart I was following her with.
"Yeah, sort of an all-day gig," I replied, watching as she moved on to masking tape, transparent tape and then hockey tape. "At least, if I keep winning and moving on to the next round. I'll probably go home if I lose."
"You wouldn't stay to watch?" she asked, still dumping tape in the cart. "That doesn't sound like you, you're pretty nerdcore."
"If memory serves, you hung around and just watched for several weeks even after your character got killed in the Firefly RPG we were holding in my place," I countered, smirking at her. "How's that not nerdcore?"
"I had nothing better to do anyway," she replied, shrugging. "After all, I was dating Jim, who was still your roomie at the time, so if I got horny, I could just go rub one out in his room while he played."
"At least you weren't always in the damn living room, polluting it with Mika songs and dancing around with Rachel," I sighed, remembering the frat-house feel of those first few months I'd lived in my current abode. "How many damn times can you listen to a song about lollipops?"
"Hey, we were all eighteen at the time," she said. "For crying out loud, the biggest song in school that year was Axel F by Crazy Frog. And you kept breaking things up with your Viking metal or your Seventies dinosaur bands, if you recall."
"Give me the Bay City Rollers, Pink Floyd or the Grass Roots over Mika any time." I muttered.
"Hee, you're old!" she giggled, smirking at me and blowing me a kiss, before returning to her task. I just shook my head and followed.
"But what about this tournament?" she continued, scooping up a six-pack of yet another variety of tape. "Do you have an army picked?"
I nodded. "I have several to choose from, but the guy who called me said that most of the players are bringing Smurfs and Bugs, so I'm not gonna bring my Blood Angels or Space Wolves."
Cait nodded. "Because Ultramarines and 'Nids are the flavour of the month for all the noobs and teenagers, right? Same as it used to be the Dark Angels?"
I stopped dead and looked at her. "Why do you know any of that at all?"
Cait paused in her shopping, realizing she'd outed herself. She slowly turned and looked at me, not quite sure what to say.
"I... researched it?" she said somewhat lamely. "What people are playing, I mean."
"Why?"
"Because I've heard you talk about it and you really like it," she admitted, blushing. "And I guess I figured it can't be all that bad if you like it, because you're the awesomest."
