Keep Playing

During our first date, as we sat at a small table in a bustling pizza place, I randomly brought up that I play video games. She had smiled at me in a way that I would grow to recognize as an indicator she thought I was adorable, albeit misguided for one reason or another, but still adorable, and then changed the subject.

I didn’t take offense. It was probably a stupid thing to bring up, especially in that specific moment. So I followed her cue and we kept talking, enjoying our time together.

I could have gone into detail. I could have told her I used to be a “pro-gamer” for a flicker in time, even made some money from it. But as the weeks went on I forgot and, oddly enough, we were ever rarely in front of a TV (and especially not my video games console).

We shared a lot of time together. A lot of conversations. We quickly discovered that spending those moments together came easily. Talking about anything and everything was comfortable, free of any awkwardness.

And the sex came easier.

We saw movies and went on hikes. We went out to dinner and sometimes ate in. We did all the newly-dating things one expects. And it was great.

Several weeks after that first date, with that glitch in the conversation long forgotten, I was at home, sitting on my couch playing a random first person shooter, when she surprised me at the door.

”So, you weren’t joking!” she said as she came in, sitting down next to me.

”I tried to warn you,”I said, smiling.

She laughed. “You did! But . . . what if I told you I played, too?”

I looked at her. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

She shrugged, looking at the TV. “I guess it‘s still strange for a girl to play games? I dunno.“

I shook my head. “You don’t have to hide anything about you from me.“

“Thanks,” she said, then pivoted back to where the conversation started. “So what is this?”

”I can’t even remember what it’s called. Just some random beta,” I said, canceling the search for another game as we spoke.

”You don’t need to stop on my account,” she said, but then looked at me. “Wait, do you have another controller?”

“You play shooters?” I say, looking at her again.

”I do!”

It took some doing, but I eventually found the other controller and handed it over to her. Luckily, it wasn’t dead. I changed some settings in the game and we hopped into a few matches. I wasn’t all that surprised when it turned out she was good. Very good. Even gave me a run for my money a few times.

Eventually, after a match ended, she set the controller down on the floor in front of her, then leaned back on the couch.

”Done?” I said, setting my controller down next to me. “We can go do something else if you want.”

Truth be told, I wanted to keep playing with her. It turned me on to see how good she was. I had never dated anyone who was even mildly okay with me playing games, and certainly no one who wanted to play with me. It felt great to find another thing we had in common.

She shook her head. “I want to watch you play some more.”

I was honestly stunned. “You sure?”

She picked up my controller and handed it to me. “Absolutely.”

It took a few minutes to find the next match. But, just as she said she would, she watched as I played one more. She commented and asked questions. She was engaged in a way that made my heart flutter in my chest, even if I knew it was remarkably silly.

She was awesome and I was lucky to have her there next to me.

A couple of games later she asked, “Are you in first?”

I pushed a button on the controller to bring up the leaderboard. I was. And it wasn’t particularly close, but there was still plenty of time in the match.

”Kicking ass,” she said, as she slipped off the couch. I watched out of the corner of my eye, then right in front of me, as she moved between me and the TV, but made sure I could still see the screen.

”What’re you doing?” I asked because just seeing there, looking up at me with that smile, made my brain go haywire.

”Keep playing,” she said. But I couldn’t look away as she reached up and grabbed the top of my sweat pants, then paused. On the screen, I died a few times, but I barely noticed. Her smile grew wider. “You’re losing. Stay focused.”

The controller squeaked from the pressure in my hands, but I forced myself to look up. As I went back to work against the other players, she pulled my pants off my body, exposing my cock.

She leaned towards me and dragged her tongue across the front of my balls, which made me jump a little. She giggled — the vibrations travelled through me, stiffening me. She took my still not completely hard member in her hand, then wrapped her lips around me. I tried to focus on the game, but my eyelids fluttered and my heart raced. Her tongue worked along my expanding length and her lips tightened around my head as I grew in her mouth.

She sucked me from root to stem, then moistened her palm with her saliva and started pumping me as she put her mouth back on my balls. I felt her take one of my sensitive orbs beyond her lips, and she sucked on me gently.

The match ended just as she started to jack me off a bit faster. I fell to third but there wasn’t anything I cared less about in the moment. I dropped my controller on the ground and pushed both my hands through her hair as my neck tilted back and I stared up at the ceiling.

My ball left the warmth of her mouth, and then her tongue was in the space between my testicles and my ass. I looked down at her, watched her, as her hand continued to work itself along my length, squeezing in a rhythmic interval. My entire body convulsed and my cock spasmed in her grip, and my hips shifted up so she’d have more space to work with.

But I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed her. I needed to show her how much I appreciated her effort, her care. Her love. I leaned forward and I pulled her up onto her feet. She didn’t resist. She only smiled at me as I unzipped her pants then pulled them down, along with her underwear.

She took care of her shirt, tossing it to the side. She hadn’t worn a bra.

My hands slipped over her hips, following the dull edge of her pelvis, around to the back. I cupped her ass in both hands and squeezed, pulling her towards me.

She hesitated a moment at the edge of the couch, but then she realized what I wanted and she stepped up onto the furniture and leaned towards me until her legs straddled my head. I leaned back so she’d could get comfortable, and she did: she bent her legs and her pussy found its spot against my mouth.

I grasped her ass and held onto her firmly as my tongue slid its way out of my mouth and met her moist lips. I pushed past them, feeling her muscles against mine, and then pushed up against her clit. I worked against it, with it, pushing her button up and down and flicking it side to side. Her hands grabbed my hair and tugged as she moaned my name.

She ground her hips down and her warmth against me. I stuck my tongue out and let her work against it, knowing she would know the right angle and the right position to make herself feel the best. My tongue, my face, was her instrument.

Her back arched sharply as she grabbed my skull, keeping my head immobile as she ground harder onto me. I squeezed her ass, let my pinky tease her other hole, and she finally screamed my name as she came on my face.

I would never think about video games the same way.