Chapter 1: An Old Rival,/B>
Today, I came of age. I only had the rest of the quarter left at school before I went off to university, but it was going to be a good rest of the quarter. I'll explain why later. Actually, I'll show you why later.
I got dressed, and rushed to school. When I arrived, I walked into the main office.
This was a requirement when one turned 18, so that they could get the word "YES" stamped on the back of their hands. It mattered because any adult could challenge any other adult to one of three 'games', and they could require any one sexual action from the other adult whenever they won. The other adult was also not allowed to leave until they won a round.
Of course, in the school, you were required to take the other student to a private place (there were numerous such places built into the school, including an adults only room that was a little more... public, again, I'll show you that later) but by adulthood, most students were done with there studies, but still required to show up at school.
I walked through the hallway, looking for one girl in particular. Luckily for me, it didn't take long to find her. The moment I spotted her brown hair and firm, if small, B-cup boobs, I was already hard.
"I challenge you." I said, with a slight smirk, "Which game?"
"Arm wrestle." She said, sighing. Most people didn't particularly like being challenged, for obvious reasons.
I led her into the small, private room two doors over.
We set arm arms on the table, and I said,
"Ready. Set. Go!"
I easily pushed her arm to the table. Arm wrestling wasn't hard, and, contrary to popular belief, it's not really a game of strength so much as skill. All it takes is a loose grip, and you win pretty much every time, because your opponent is likely going to be spending most of their strength gripping your hand and trying to hold their hand up, and not pushing on your hand.
Of course, even for keeping ones own hand up, this was counter-productive. Luckily for me, Maya was like most other people in her understanding of the game.
"Shirt, off." I said.
She silently complied, exposing a black bra holding her tits back.
We set our arms on the table.
"Again."
I pushed her hand over easily. I contemplated giving her a self-defense lesson when this was over, that way nobody else could take her this easily... and that way it would be fun for me in future.
Maya and I were old rivals. In a sense, this was fun for both of us, and I knew that if I started losing, she was likely to turn the game around on me and force me to eat her out... and possibly eat one of her friends out, and take advantage of me in a number of ways.
It might have been more fun if she hadn't taken advantage of my perceived weakness, my arm strength, and gone for either full-body wrestling, or gone for what was both of our strengths; trivia.
Still, I was winning, and I wasn't going to complain.
"Pants off." I ordered.
She was scowling as she did as I ordered, exposing red panties that were clinging to her ass and pussy.
"How'd you get good?" She asked, clearly both surprised and dejected.
"I'll show you once were done. That way, it won't be so easy in future... and that way, I'll be the only person who can have my way with you." I laughed, "It's more fun when you're a worthy adversary."
She laughed, "So why not show me now?"
"Because I won this round, and I plan to take full advantage of it." I smirked.
