The Casual Gamers

"How long have you been trying to beat Gleeok? I've seen you die like twenty times. And why don't you use the Zelda rom with the cheats?" I said to Heather.

"What is the point of playing an almost forty year old game with cheats you fucking loser?" Heather said without moving her eyes off the screen - though I knew this scolding was a friendly term of endearment between us.

"I don't know, don't you want to fight Ganon faster, and win? You haven't even gotten the red ring, no wonder you are dying every three minutes," I argued.

"You are the most petulant and impatient gamer I have ever met. How can you even enjoy Metroid over there with no fear of dying with all your cheat codes?" Heather accused.

"Iunno," I emoted, and shrugged my shoulders.

"Do you think we will still play Mario Brothers and Sonic the Hedgehog when we are in our eighties?" Heather asked wistfully.

"I don't know, that's over thirty years from now. I don't even know what I'm going to have for dinner tonight," I responded, batting away her way-too-serious-of-a-question.

We are both divorced, and both come from divorced homes. We are the poster-children of the late 80s, early 90s latchkey kid gang - vintage variety, and getting older by the minute. Our friendship is strongly defined by our mutual affinity for vintage video games - particularly NES, or Nintendo Entertainment System if one isn't into the whole brevity thing. What's crazy though, is that we have only known each other for a year since we met at the local retro-arcade.

Not long after we met, we actually both had the balls to have an honest conversation about the nature of our relatinship, and we both agreed that in order to preserve the magical connection, we would not entertain the idea of dating each other.

We share an apartment building and we both work in IT - big surprise. My apartment is on the ground floor and hers directly above mine. We have both heard each other having sex through the shitty, un-soundproofed ceilings and floors, and we have both lovingly mocked each other with the sounds we have heard.

Our makeshift man/she-man cave in my spare room pays homage to our Gen X roots. Her apartment only has one bedroom, but the ground floor units, like mine, all have an extra office space. We have two TVs side by side, bean bags, a candy shelf, a beer fridge (with Coke), and two PCs loaded with vintage DOS games and emulators for NES, Sega and Super NES.

"Are we still doing the Rampage 'challenge' tonight?" I asked.

"No, that Tinder prospect got back to me, we are going out to dinner again," Heather reported just as her Link character died once again.

"Are you kidding me? I got extra Twizzlers, honey roasted peanuts, and a six pack of Jolt!" I exclaimed.

"It's gonna have to wait, pal. This is the same guy as last week, Charles, whom you met. You liked him. And I liked him, too," Heather replied.

"You mean Charlie the Choo Choo? He snores so fuckin loud," I joked.

"Dude, shut the fuck up!" Heather said, laughing.

I drew in a long, band-saw sounding snore to mock.

Heather cocked her leg like a spring and kicked me right on the thigh causing a horrible muscle spasm.

"AHHHHHHH FUCK!" I screamed in pain. "You fucking got me! I'm sorry! Uncle Uncle Uncle!" I cried.

"By the way, asshole, he told me he heard you trying to sing "Tiny Dancer" in the shower all the way through the floor, and said you sounded like a seal being flogged when you got to the falsetto parts," Heather said.

"Tell Charlie the Choo Choo to stop putting his ear against the floor and to get a life," I retorted.

Heather saved her progress on the emulator and turned off the TV. "I have got to go get ready, he is picking me up soon," Heather said.

"Just go dressed like that," I said, without taking my eyes off of the Metroid boss character I was currently fighting.

"I'm not wearing a bra and I have sweatpants on you idiot. I'll see you tomorrow," she said with a laugh.

I hit pause. When she said she wasn't wearing a bra, I couldn't help myself. I stole a quick glance, and sure enough, you could see the natural hang of her tits and the slightest outline of puckered nipples facing up at the tiniest angle. I try to not look at her like that, but she has this curvy body that isn't big, but when she wears her relaxed fitting clothes to hang out with me, she jiggles in this nerdy, unaware way.

A few weeks ago, she was wearing a loosely fitted sweatshirt. As she was facing away from me, I had the vantage point of lying back on the floor and looking up at her. When she got up her shirt sagged down, and I saw her bare, perfect c-cup, bra-less tits hanging down.

"Ok. Can you lock the front door on your way out?" I asked, and resumed fighting Ridley, cheats and all.

"Why? Hot date with Rosy Palmer?" she mocked.

"Fuck off!" I said with a grin and threw one of the pillows lying around and hit her square in the face.

She laughed and threw the pillow back and strode off. I heard her lock the door.

Of course I'll have a go after seeing those jiggly natural tits. Might not even have to watch any porn.

I turned back to my screen, unpaused and continued Metroid. It is just not as fun without Heather. I enjoy our banter incredibly. We literally complete each other's jokes and insults. It does feel like things get slightly awkward when she is lying on her stomach and I see the shape of her body. Yes, we have been platonic friends with everything we have shared, but that doesn't erase the fact that she is hot. Fuck.

I was sure that I would feel better after a wank. I always think more clearly, and my mind spends less time drifting into the what-ifs. But of course, I knew, from the thin flooring, that Heather was taking a shower right now. She is probably shaving her legs with hot water splashing on her back. Does she have a bush? Is she clean shaven? She just doesn't seem like the pussy shaving type to me. Not that it matters - I would want to see it regardless.

I re-paused Metroid and alt tabbed to an incognito browser. Flipped through some of my favorite genres of porn and settled on a home-made video of a woman masturbating who kind of looked like Heather. I prefer these types of videos because the women look real. I can't connect my brain with someone who looks like they spend nine hours in the gym per day and has a frequent flyer card for a plastic surgery med-spa. I need someone who looks like the hot chick at the coffee shop.

This particular video will do the job. The angle of her camera and video quality isn't great, but that tells me that she set it up haphazardly to get to the dirty business as soon as possible. She is sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and panties pulled down (up) to her knees revealing a trimmed cunt. Apparently she had inserted a butt plug off camera before the video started. The magenta-jeweled anal toy quivered as she masturbated her wet clit with two of her fingers.

She was breathing hard, but not in a contrived way, and her tits were smashed and bulging from the sides of her knees. It was just the right realism.

I slid my gray sweatpants and red boxer briefs down as I lifted my ass up from my bean bag. I enjoyed the sight of my semi hard dick. Other guys don't really emphasize the sight of their own dick, but I sure do appreciate mine. I felt the blood filling out every corner of my cock and I stiffened to the point that I was sticking straight up as I lounged backwards. The angle of my tv screen was perfect such that my wagging cock was super imposed on the naked woman wanking herself on my tv.

I reached over to grab my Astroglide, thick gel recipe of course. Just days ago Heather made fun of the fact that it was on the shelf next to tissues. Of course, I got hard at the slight humiliation, and she probably saw the redness appear on my cheeks. But I don't care what she thinks in that regard. In fact, I am happy to endure her poking because frankly, it's sexy and it's a turn on.

I empty a few gobs onto the tip of my cock. This thicker gel one actually goes a long way, and this won't take very long. I hadn't jerked off in probably seven days, and when I wait that long, it might take me twenty pumps and I'll explode all over my hands, especially with good porn playing in the background.

Just as I finally spread the gel all over my dick and gave myself some light strokes, someone fucking knocked at my door.

Knock Knock Knock. Jesus christ.

"HEY, stop humping your pillow and come get the door!!"

It was Heather's muffled voice. Dear god. I could play dead and maybe she'll think I left.

BANG BANG BANG

"DUDE, COME ON!" Heather's voice continued.

Blasted.

"I'll be right there, I was just stepping in the shower, I need a minute!" I yelled to the door.

I could not believe the timing. I sponge the Astroglide from my dick feverishly, and wipe it from my hands. The intrusion had an immediate effect on my stiff pole, which now withdrew back to semi hard. At least I have that going for me. I slide my boxer briefs and sweats up in one quick motion as I bridged my ass in the air. I hurriedly placed my lube and tissues back on the shelf and headed to the door to find out what the fuck this fuss was all about.

Before I could even get the door halfway open...

"He canceled on me last minute, un-fucking real, do you believe it?" Heather snorted, and strode back into my apartment.

"Bummer," I inanely replied.

"You should consider ditching your therapist license, thanks for caring!" Heather retorted.

"Hey, what do you want me to do? I can call him and bitch him out for you," I said jokingly. "We can prank call him with snoring sounds!"

"No, no. I was just looking forward to it. Anyway, do you still want to play to the end of Rampage tonight and see if we can beat the all time YouTube fastest speed run?" Heather asked.

Now this was awful. If I just had had thirty extra seconds I could have blown my load and I would be completely relaxed. I want to have fun with her, but goddammit, I just needed a minute. Balls like watermelons now. I was aching for an orgasm. Maybe I can find some excuse to scurry away at some point.

"Of course I want to, let's do it, do you need to come back?" I asked - hoping for an opportunity. Yesss, perhaps she wasn't fully ready and I'll get five minutes to myself!

"Oh no, I had showered earlier today, and only had to change clothes. finished getting ready and then already got back into my comfy clothes, so I'm good now," Heather said.

Blasted.

"If you need to go back to humping your pillow, I can leave," Heather said as she poked me in the stomach.

"Oh my god, fuck you! Let's get started. I'll load it up," I said.

Heather walked over to the soda fridge. "Jolt or Coke?" she asked.

"Coke, let's save the Jolt for when we get really tired," I replied.

"You got it, pal," Heather said, as she tossed a can of Coke to me.

"Why do you throw it? It explodes and loses all of its fizz!" I protested.

"Oh my god, you are so pet peev'ie!!" Heather ridiculed.

As we began our game, I had the most satisfying feeling in the pit of my stomach. I truly loved her company and loved that we both craved the nostalgic comforts of old video games. This game, Rampage, is one of the silliest games where you repeatedly, monotonously, and rancorously destroy towns by smashing holes in buildings as you climb up and down. There is little to no variation. However, in two-player mode, you can each hilariously beat each other up if you get too bored with the actual gameplay. The ultimate goal is to trash all of the designated cities in the United States. Notoriously, most people tire out somewhere between halfway and three fourths of the way to completion.

"Ok, do we have all the snacks we need?" I asked.

"Check," Heather replied like a co-pilot.

"Are we recording, in the event that we beat the YouTube record?" Heather asked.

"Way ahead of you, screen recording in progress, number one," I replied in a poor rendition of Captain Picard's British accent.

We sank into our routine, shoulder to shoulder. We were truly a magnificent pair. Adulting activities be damned at this point. Living in the moment, we were.

As we advanced through the game, we ribbed each other, made fun of past dates, and I joked about no-show Charlie the Choo Choo. Combining the hilarious behavior in-game with our real world mockery of adult, real-life activities, we were truly in ecstasy.

Everything was going as I hoped it would - especially with the bit of good fortune from old no-show Chucky, until Heather gobsmacked me with a question.

"What do you think would happen if we ever... you know, hooked up?" Heather asked.

I fumbled my controller at the shock, and then hit replay of her words in my brain, like an old tape deck, wrestling with myself on whether she really said what she just said.

"You are joking, right?" I asked, after a long pause, but acting as if the pause was related to me maneuvering my character on the screen in a difficult moment rather than my brain maneuvering a rather scary topic.

"No I am serious. Haven't you ever thought of it?" She asked.

"I mean, don't we all sort of picture ourselves with anyone that we see. Like, our brain just tries it out involuntarily. If that's what you mean," I replied nervously.

"That's a bullshit answer. You want to just blame the construct of evolution for all those moments you've stolen a glance at my tits when I'm not wearing a bra, huh? And by the way, you didn't answer my question," she said.

"I don't..... didn't..," I vomited from my mouth.

"Alex, I have thought of it, if that takes some pressure off," she said.

"Phew.... You are kind of making me crazy. Ok, well, I think almost any two people, given that they are attracted to that particular sex, and given that they are compatible in any way, I think it's just natural to have those thoughts," I said.

"You are still dodging the question even after I admitted it, pussy," Heather said.

"Oh my god, you are nuts. YES! OK I have thought of it!" I exclaimed. "But I have stuffed any such feeling so deep down inside because I am so afraid of anything causing weirdness between us because what we are doing right now is better than any date I have been on, ever. And way better than the 'm' word (marriage)."

I continued my tirade, "I don't have to worry about wearing anything nice, we don't have to have serious conversations, and we can just be ourselves. And that is immensely important to me."

"Well, what if one of us were turned on sometime, and all we need is a little pick-me-up and just want to take the edge off? Couldn't we do something about that and remain how we are? Isn't that a possibility you have ever imagined?" She asked.

Heat rising around my neck and ears... never imagining hearing this from her. My emotions were running so hot that I didn't trust any word that swam anywhere near dumbfounded mouth.

"Do you mean like casual sex or a one night stand?" I eeked out.

"You are so tradish," She said, without missing a beat with her character on screen, and continued, "I mean something even below casual. Even in casual sex, the two people are at least living in a moment of passion and desire for one another. What I am talking about is two people sort of using each other like a living vibrator, but respecting each other enough to not make it anything more than just that," She finished.

"Sounds very disconnected and almost inane," I replied.

"Yes, it is. That is exactly what I mean. If you had an itch on your back, and asked me to scratch it, and I did, how long would both of us think about the touch that had just occurred? Maybe 10 seconds, right?"

"I guess," I replied.

"Well same thing, why does kissing or sex have to be anything more than that if we don't want it to be?" Heather said.

I was completely thunderstruck. My head swirling with so many emotions, and she's caught me in this impossible, trapped conversation with my balls aching to unload. It was almost too much for me to handle and maintain my stiff upper lip.

"I suppose it doesn't have to be if both people fully trusted one another, and had faith that the contact wouldn't change how they continue to operate with one another," I replied mechanically, trying to keek up with the conversation while my chest fluttered.

"Well, I was just asking. I like ruffling your feathers," She said in a deadpanned voice.

Relief washed over me, yet in the very same moment, the erotica that lives rent-free, deep in my soul, thrashed and wailed inside at the seemingly lost opportunity.

Several beats of silence drummed on as we controlled our characters on the screen. The black windows in my apartment confirmed that evening had drawn upon us.

What was this conversation we just had? Was she testing me, seeing if I would have just thrown the controller down and pinned her against the wall and had ravishing sex with her? Was she asking me to kiss her? Was she lying forward with her butt slightly raised inviting me to spank it? She truly is a mystery and this conversation left me without words to fully describe the highs and lows that I had just experienced from a stationary bean bag.

"Were you jerking off when I came back down? I know you were," Heather said, again, without unfocusing from the game.

"You are insane!" I said.

She cackled in glee like some maniac twisting a rusty screw into an infected wound of a torture subject.

"I saw the bulge in your pants, and I noticed your lube bottle was facing the other way when I left," She said.

FUCK. Heat immediately volcano'd back up to my ears in an instant.

"Mother fucking Sherlock McHolmes here in the flesh. Jesus!" I said with both exasperation and playfulness. At this point I was hanging on by a thread to avoid exposing my temporary insanity.

"Yes! I was whacking off when you came back! God this is so embarrassing!" I bellowed.

"This is exactly my point. Why be embarrassed? We both know you jerk off like every other guy. We both know I wank myself any time I feel like it... just like every other girl. We have both heard each other having sex with people. Why can't that be just be an ordinary thing?" She asked.

"I don't know, I guess society acknowledges that masturbation occurs, but it isn't something that is done in out in the open," I said, trying to sound even keel.

"I am not talking about exhibitionism. I am not talking about normalizing having sex in front of a window. I am talking about simply scratching an itch with a partner and then not treating it any differently than a handshake or a hug. And maybe it's not possible. But what if it was?" She asked - testing me, I thought.

"Are you asking me to kiss you?" I asked.

"We are best friends, I think we can skip past that shit," she said, flippantly.

At this point, I found it hard to swallow, and hard to take in enough air to actually speak words that could be heard by the human ear.

"So then, let me ask you this, did you finish before I got back down to your apartment?" Heather asked.

"I am NOT going to answer that, officer!" I snorted back.

"Oh come on. I already know you didn't, because you've been acting pent up since I walked in, and that's why you took so long to open the door," Heather surmised.

"What has gotten into you tonight!" I guffawed.

"I don't know. Sometimes I get bored and I want to stir things up," Heather said.

Silence dripped into the room. All you could hear were the 8-bit sounds from Rampage, and the clickity-clack of our retro game controllers.

"What if I asked you to fuck me while we are playing, right now?" She asked.

My eyes immediately and involuntarily darted over to the round outline of her ass in her skinny-jeans fitted sweatpants. I noticed that they sunk in the cleft of her cheeks, suggesting that she was either wearing a thong or no underwear at all. Immediately my cock sprang to attention like a lieutenant ready to aim his platoon at battle, no matter the circumstances.

"You have got to be kidding," I played it off flatly, as I tried to control my character on the screen, but my hands felt like two balloons.

"Not my vagina, that seems too intimate for a first try, and second, I don't think you could put a condom on while you are playing, and we can't stop or we will not beat the Rampage record," She said. "And third, I'm not even horny right now, but I know you are."

I could not believe we were having this conversation.

"Umm, my condoms are in my bedroom, and you are right, we can't pause. If we do, our recording won't count, we would have to start over. The rules are you can't pause," I said, as if I was engaging in a normal conversation when this was anything but.

"Even more reason," She said.

"So, I'm not sure what you...," I trailed off.

"You can just fuck me in the ass. It's not a big deal. Have you ever done that before?" Heather asked

My mind blown.

"You mean have anal sex with you. While we are playing rampage?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, Alex. That is exactly what I mean," She replied and giggled.

My erection was so hard right now, and the tip of my dick was so sensitive that each movement I made was like losing a pip of life on a video game character such that when I ran out of life pips, I would ejaculate. I had very few bars left. This entire conversation combined with my earlier cockblocked masturbation interlude literally had me on the edge of disaster.

"I know you are already hard, and the lube is right there. This would be a perfect trial of what we have been discussing. We won't stop playing the video game. I know you have blue balls from when I knocked on the door. We won't even be looking at each other. Think of it as a science experiment on dissociative sex," she said, as if we were discussing the steps to build an Ikea bookshelf.

"Just please put a ton of lube. I'm not a pro at anal sex, but I do know that I want the least amount of friction as possible. And you didn't answer me, have you screwed someone in the ass before?" She asked.

"Actually. No. What do I need to know, if I happened to agree to do this?" I asked.

"Well first of all, there is no such thing as 'too much lube'. Second, you have to start really slow, you can't just ram it in there like a vagina. Muscles are there that I can't control, so you have to be slow and patient," she said, in a soft but firm voice, as if she was teaching me biology 101.

"I can't believe we are discussing this as if we are actually going to do this, in this room right now, with Rampage on the screen, Coca Cola cans, bean bags, etcetera," I said.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," She said - which I interpreted purely as a dare. She is more crazy than I thought, but at the same time, this whole conversation was the purest and most real exchange of thoughts and ideas I have ever had with someone. No barriers or filters present. No facade.

"Fine. I want to. I want to try it," I said.

She took one hand off of the controller for a moment and shimmied her sweatpants down just to the bottom of her cheeks. So inane and pragmatic. She had beautiful tan lines, and, of course, no underwear. Her ass was round and bubbly. The sight was enough to send me over the edge if I let it.

"Just don't think of it in any way more than combing your hair or washing your face - but for the love of god do not fuck up this part of the game, we are still on track for the record," she demanded.

I grabbed the lube and popped the top while still managing the movement of my character on screen. Putting myself through these motions was harder than I thought. Each movement I made led me inexorably to engaging in some deranged, arranged sex act.

Her ass was propped up by the bean bag and her knees were to either side, as she was in sort of a crouched position, lying forward. I held the bottle over her cheeks and aimed for it to drizzle down to her hole. I noticed her clench as a large bead of the thick gel began oozing down her ass cleft and directly on the target.

"Oh my god that is cold!" She exclaimed.

"Oh damn, sorry!" I replied. My god, what the fuck am I doing?

"Hold up. Sidebar, your honor. You don't have some gigantic dick that I don't know about do you?" She asked.

"No, just, I guess, normal size, do you want to see?" I said.

"Yes, actually," She said.

I pulled my sweatpants and boxer briefs down and my rock hard dick sprang out from the waistband. I felt so exposed, but not one bit of it felt shameful or wrong. I stood up and walked to her side. She took a quick glance and went back to the screen.

"Well, that's a little longer than I envisioned, but yes, proceed," she said.

I walked back. Her lying there, paying attention to the game with her ass just available to me was intoxicating and unreal. I felt like I was being untruthful in this moment because this didn't feel as impersonal I suppose she is expecting. Yes, I wanted to stick my cock in a tight hole, but I also wanted to stick my cock into 'her'. She was mesmerizing, and her nonchalant behavior was just burning me alive.

I knelt behind her with my dick pointing at her, and awkwardly shimmied toward her backside.

"Ok, I'm going to try this... but what do I do when I...," I didn't quite know how to address it.

"When you come? That's easy, just come inside me. I would rather that than you spraying it on my vagina... or the beanbag - gross! And I am not on birth control," she said, clinically.

Oh my god, is all I could think - high on cloud nine, endorphins rampaging through every inch of my brain - adrenaline pumping my heart faster than a rabbit.

I crawled and inched slowly toward her and the head of my cock slid past her checks and rested at her anus, which had a light, pinkish color to it, and a circle of tight folds leading me, apparently, to no-strings-attached ecstasy. I felt her flinch ever-so-slightly at the sudden feeling of my dick touching her for the first time.

"Ok, now slowly put pressure. Don't "pop it in", just wait for me to open up and you will slide in," she said.

I flexed my hips and put slight pressure. Her ass was a beautiful sight. Her long red hair flowing over her hoodie looked magnificent. My cock now glistened with the over-abundance of lube that I spread on her ass.

"Put more lube on your dick now," She said.

I did as she asked. It was now dripping down to my balls, and I imagined it as also slithering down into her cunt, which I could not see, but I was painfully aware of how close I was to touching it.

As I pressed forward, I felt her relax the outer muscles of her ass, and the tip of my cock pressed in, but again I felt a barrier. This is completely insane, I thought to myself, but there is no backing out now!

"Slowly now... and just wait, these are the muscles I can't control," she said. "Hey, are you paying attention to the game? I've brought down three buildings and you've only done one," She said in a serious tone.

"Um, I am literally doing this while trying to fuck you in the ass, can I get a little break?" I said exasperated, sort of.

Just then, I felt her ass slowly open up and I began to slide inside. I felt her move her hips towards me, affirmatively swallowing all of my cock. I heard the tiniest, faintest, minuscule sigh from her as the entirety of my dick fully sheathed into her ass. It was the most delectable feeling my cock has had in years, maybe decades.

"Nice job. You are in there, with no pain. Normally guys try to jackhammer it in, but you followed what I said perfectly," Heather said, as she continued playing.

"Um, it feels so tight, and I cannot believe I am doing this. Does it really not hurt?" I asked, genuinely.

"No, but can you get moving? I don't want to play this game with a dick in my ass the entire night," Heather said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, ok, sorry, right," I replied.

I then started moving my hips slowly, pulling my dick back about three fourths of the way out. I noticed the pink skin of her ass would pull back with my cock, and it stretched but not too much. It was hypnotic, and I kept stealing glances of my impaling cock while I was playing.

As I pushed in the third time, I already knew an orgasm was a freight train coming down the tracks headed straight for me. The clinical, training-session-like encounter had me close to cumming after only three slow and controlled pumps.

"I feel you getting thicker, are you already going to cum?" she asked.

"Ummm... I'm really close," I said, with a nervous laugh at the idea that she is witnessing me struggling to not blow my load like freshman in college.

"Don't groan or make a big deal of it, just cum and be done, and make sure you don't spray it on me, and tell me when it's happening just so I know," Heather said.

I was trying every trick in the book to hold back my orgasm, but there was no way to keep it at bay.

I felt her relax on to me, but it still felt magnificently tight. Like a place I should not be sticking my dick.

I increased my pace slightly, and now my cock was sliding in and out effortlessly.

I knew it had only been maybe two minutes, but I was on that final approach. My orgasm was looming like a heavy, landing jet just a few meters above the runway, well past the point of no return.

"I'm getting really close, just letting you know," I said.

"I know, I can tell," she replied, again, still focused on the screen.

It felt like heat washed over my brain.

"Oh shit, I am going to cum," I reported, with as calm a voice as I could muster.

I felt the immense pleasure that extended from my cock to deep inside the complex tapestry of nerves and pelvic muscles that orchestrate their magic synchronized contractions.

"Ok, just keep it as far in as you can, I don't want a mess," Heather said.

But I felt her clenching at that moment, and I don't know if she was teasing me, or enjoying herself or what, but it magnified the sensations that coursed through the lower half of my body.

As my insides contracted and convulsed in pleasure, I felt cum erupting from the tip of my cock into Heather's warm receptacle. I involuntarily shivered from my neck to the bottom of my spine as the rhythmic contractions continued. I felt my balls resting on her cunt. Magical.

My contractions continued, and I became distinctly self-conscious that I was ejaculating more than normal.

"I feel you emptying inside me. My god, how many gallons of water did you drink today?" She asked.

"Sorry, I haven't had sex or masturbated in over a week... It feels really good... I am still going," I said, with some embarrassment.

"Holy fuck. Just, be careful when you pull out, do it gently so I can keep it from running out of me," she said.

I felt the last of the contractions subside, and I manually squeezed my pelvic muscles to excrete the last of my ejaculate. The idea of filling her with an unbelievable amount of my semen just made my brain hit new highs of euphoria. We are supposed to be making this 'transactional' and 'scratching an itch', but this may have been the most turned on I have ever been.

I slowly pulled out and watched her stretched ass give up possession of my dick. As instructed, I was gentle, and as the tip of my dick was near the exit, I slowed even more, and let her ass close against the tip in a snapping motion that was so hot to watch. I saw just a tiny bit of my white expulsion on the outside of her hole, and took at mental snapshot in case this opportunity never ever presented itself again.

"Ok, can you pull my pants up?" She asked.

"Oh, yes, sure. You don't need to go into the bathroom?" I asked nervously.

"Nope, let's get on with the game. We fell behind the clock slightly, but we can make it up on the next level," Heather pep talked.

I could not understand how she just let me fuck her in the ass and she did not miss a beat in the game, and she has no apparent need to have any metaphysical discussion about what just occurred. Plus she had an ass full of cum.

"I cannot believe we just did that. I can't. It's kind of funny. Could you imagine if people knew?" I said, as I pulled my sweatpants back up.

"I am going to treat it like it was nothing, like I said. Do you feel better?" She asked.

"Yea, actually," I said, honestly, and continued, "What about you, don't you need something more than that?"

"No, I am not horny right now, but if I ever am, and I want to just ride your face, then I'd expect that to just happen, does that make sense?" She asked.

I was incredulous. How did we get here from just a half hour ago? We were just discussing which soda to drink. This is preposterous... but such a turn on, and I don't want it to end.

"Umm, sure, if that's what you wanted," I replied.

Good god, I would let her ride my face until my nose went numb.

"Just what I wanted to hear. Now let's get back to business here. Thanks for not spilling anything on me," she said, with a little giggle.

"You are welcome, I think?" I said, still bewildered at what had just transpired.

"No matter how we do on this one, what game do you want to play tomorrow?" Heather asked.

As I looked over at her, we both laughed and continued playing Rampage into the night, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.