Player 2 Has Entered The Game Pt. 02

Part 1 - Player 2 Has Entered The Game

Chapter 5 -- Happy Birthday Abi

The house had never been this full before. The warmth of so many bodies close together just added to the electricity in the air. Every room downstairs was full of drunk, giddy people.

The sound of idle chit-chat was mixed in with the floor shaking beat of lively dance music. Laughter from one group or another seemed to match the beat of the music.

The scent of perfume and cologne was mixed with different combinations of beer and spirits.

Lights had been dimmed slightly adding to the atmosphere, a string of lights around the garden looked almost romantic.

Abi walked through the crowds taking it all in, a big grin on her face. They'd had parties at the house but none as vibrant as this one. She stood with her hands on her hips, and it was heartwarming to see so many people celebrating. This was her night and, by the looks of things, she knew how to throw a party.

She made her way to the bar in the kitchen, a few people were debating what to drink next, some others in the corner laughing as they had clearly enjoyed being next to the bar a bit too much. She had only had a couple of drinks, enough to take the edge off but also not too many. She wanted to really enjoy the night and still remember it the morning after.

Abi worked her way between a few other groups of her friends, laughing along with them. Afterwards she joined her roommates in the living room, all of them sat round sharing stories. They reminisced about the last party where they had all gotten way too drunk and were playing drinking games until the early hours.

They were specifically talking about the truth or dare game they played the other night. Abi remembered all too well, that was the first time she said out loud that she really wanted to have sex with Rich. She laughed with them but when someone asked where he was, her mind shifted to him. She brushed her dress down and shifted awkwardly on the chair arm. Her dress rode up a little high and she crossed her hands on her lap, pushing the front of the dress down.

And she couldn't shake the thought of him. She could feel her jaw clench a little more, her laughter now feeling more forced.

She stood up and looked around again. The memory of the phone call still fresh in her mind. He said he would be there. She could feel her stomach twist a little, the anticipation getting to her now. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the music fading out as thoughts of him started to take over. The way he looked, the way he smelled with the cologne she had gotten him and his quick backtracking as she teased him. The way he would try to hide how flustered he was every time she mentioned his dream. She might have teased him about it a lot but really it was an excuse to keep mentioning it so neither of them could forget how amazing that night was.

"Where is he?" she would ask herself every minute. She saw a few of her classmates call her over and she headed over there. As they talked, she tentatively took a few sips of champagne, even managing a laugh every now and then.

But any joy she was feeling was fleeting, her mind kept going back to him. It felt like he was never going to turn up. Her hands tensed further and her jaw started to ache.

She thought about the present in his pocket, the necklace that she didn't know he had bought but would be the most amazing present she had ever seen.

There were 3 knocks on the door. His knock. In her head the chatter faded, the music vanished and every person in the house seemed to vanish and everything stopped.

She slowly turned towards the door, a nervous smile crossing her face. She started to brush down her dress and her hair behind her ears. There was a noise behind her as someone tried to get her attention but she couldn't hear them. The only thing that mattered in the world had happened.

He was here.

She slowly headed towards the door, her steps nervous and jittery. It had been a long time since anyone had made confident, bubbly Abi nervous but he affected her in ways he didn't even know.

Her skin was starting to feel a little flush, her palms sweaty and her steps continued to be slow and almost deliberately paced.

She reached the door and knew deep down that this wasn't just her best friend; this was the man she hoped would be her whole future.

She reached out and opened the door.

It was him.

(Earlier that night)

Rich was stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom adjusting his light blue shirt. That shirt which she said really suited him.

Her favorite.

His brain raced with a million conflicting thoughts as always but one thing was certain in his mind -- This would be the night that he told her that he was madly in love with her, he needed to make the right impression.

He had never paid too much attention to things like favorite clothes before. But that night laid under the stars changed everything. Now he cared about it. Her opinion meant everything to him.

He brushed his hands down the shirt and made sure his pants were fitting right. Knowing he looked just as she liked, he rolled his shoulders and exhaled.

He needed to wear the right thing and say the right thing. Little did he realise that all he needed was to turn up.

He was nervous, this night was going to change his entire life. This wasn't just any birthday party he was going to.

He had felt the shift too. The way her gaze lingered, her hand holding his more and more, the phone calls lasting even longer. He would think about her day and night. It started with dreams of intense sex, kinky things, taboo things. As the two of them got closer, it became dreams of two lovers making love passionately.

He thought about that text Abi had sent him, "thinking... of... you." He didn't know at the time how vigorously she had been pleasuring herself thinking of him. He would have been lying if he said he hadn't imagined it. Ever since the night with the towel, he had finished himself off plenty of times picturing her too.

He exhaled strongly, part relief, part excitement, a smile starting to form. Then he popped the gift box in his pocket, took the champagne from the fridge and headed out.

He knew this night was going to change everything.

(Back to the present.)

She slowly opened the door and a nervous smile twitched on his face, the previous calm dissipating and a sense of being overwhelmed took over. She tried a smile but her breathing hitched. She felt just as overwhelmed as he did.

He'd picked her favorite clothes. She couldn't believe it. The light blue shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and athletic frame, his grey pants still fitting just a little too snug.

"Rich..." she whispered. She brushed her hair behind her ear.

A long pause gave her time to calm her nerves. She was grateful that she hadn't drunk too much.

"Those pants still draw attention," she smiled, her eyes sparkling a little.

"You've not seen the back," he laughed. His eyes focused on hers, trying to gauge her response. Her eyes quickly shifted down to his crotch and then back up.

"I'm not looking at the back." She grinned sexily and winked at him.

He tried, and failed, to hide his stiff arousal. She chuckled at him as he tried to sneakily tuck it out of sight but it was so hard and obvious that it was to no avail.

"It's ok," she thought to herself, "they will be coming off soon."

"Abi you look..." he stuttered a little, struggling to get his words out. He paused and eventually managed to exhale. "... you look absolutely incredible."

He had always thought she was absolutely beautiful, it was what he noticed first about her. But tonight he stood in awe. He couldn't stop staring at her, and the longer he did, the more his smile grew.

She had put on some lipstick but not much makeup, accentuating her natural beauty. The top of the dress was low enough to show off her incredibly full chest but high enough to keep her modesty intact. The skirt of the dress was short, the towel that he had seen her in showed off less skin.

A beautiful smile took over her face and her heartbeat faster still. She looked up and down him one more time.

"So do you babe." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He put the champagne bottle on the floor. Then they both moved forwards and they wrapped themselves around each other. She could feel his heart pounding, her face against his chest only made his heartbeat faster. He could feel her cheeks move as she smiled to herself, the electricity in the air was palpable.

She then pulled away slightly and pressed her lips against his cheek, a gentle caress against his soft skin. Rich closed his eyes, his lips pursed slightly, taking stock of this kiss. The closeness of her, the feel of her delicate red lips against his skin, his firm palms gripping her smooth, bare back. He felt like he might explode.

He thought about lifting her, taking her hard up against the wall. They were both ready for it, he would have slid straight inside her. More than anything though he wanted to make love to her and he had to stop himself.

She didn't want to let go, only one thing was going through her mind. This was happening.

And only one thing was going through his mind. Nothing was going to stop it.

Chapter 6 - The moment before

Abi was first to pull back. Her skin was warm, hands tense and her heart felt like it was in overdrive. Her gaze didn't leave his and her red lipstick only emphasized the size of her smile. Rich reciprocated, it was almost like they were competing to see who could smile more. He really wanted to scream "I LOVE YOU!" but the words were left unspoken, feeling stuck in his throat.

Her right hand slowly moved across his back to his arm and she pulled his hand off her back. She laced her hand with his, their fingers interlaced and their eyes glowing. She licked her lips while his were dry and his hand was starting to feel clammy. She turned her back to him to lead him inside.

He pulled her back so he could pick up the champagne bottle but stumbled as she continued on, not expecting him to stop. His breathing shortened as she led him, not into the party but up the stairs. The swish of her skirt with every movement of her hips made it impossible to take his eyes off of her.

He could hear the click of her heels on the hard wood floor intermingled with the voices of people on the steps. There were quite a few people stood on them, no doubt a few of them had something to say about Abi leading him up there. But all he could focus on was her, especially with him being a couple of steps behind.

She had picked the obscenely short dress after all, and that meant that with every step Rich had a perfect view. The full length of her firm thighs was worthy of admiration and her round buttocks were an eyeful too. Only the lace of her black knickers prevented him from seeing everything. He hadn't softened and, in fact, that view just aroused him even more.

She could feel his gaze on her, and that just aroused her more. Her firm nipples poking against the soft fabric of her dress. If Rich looked closer he would have seen her panties were the only thing preventing her wet arousal from escaping completely. And she knew he was looking closely.

At the top of the stairs she led him to the end of the hall to her bedroom door. She could hear a few more whispers but she didn't care. The closer they got to the door, the more he contemplated the fact that, at the other side of that door, they were no longer just friends.

Abi wasn't slowing down; she wanted to get him in that bedroom as soon as possible. This wasn't the plan really. She wanted to spend some time with him and her friends, have a couple of drinks together.

But seeing him at the door looking like he did changed things.

Her hand reached for the bedroom door handle and Rich bumped into her from behind as she stopped. She stumbled a little and laughed. He put his hands on her hips and she felt just how hard he was against her ass.

"Not yet baby, let's get into the bedroom first," she thought, her want for him at its peak now.

She opened the door and she hesitated slightly.

This was it.

When they crossed that threshold, it wasn't just literal, it was symbolic too. This was the two of them crossing over from friends to lovers.

Now that they had reached the bedroom, she took that pause just to make sure she knew her next move. She wasn't nervous, she just wanted it to be perfect. She loved him.

He felt it too. He had butterflies in his stomach but it was from anticipation rather than nerves. His mind, heart and soul all said the same thing -- he loved her too and wanted her always.

The bedroom was dimly lit, a lamp at the side of her bed adding to a small sliver of evening sunlight streaking through the window. He could smell lavender and a hint of jasmine, one of her candles had been on earlier and the scent filled the room.

They stepped through side by side, as if they were taking that leap together. She turned towards him and he put the champagne on the table next to the door. Their eyes didn't leave each other. He could hear the quiet hum of soft classical music, a piece they had both enjoyed before.

Then she leaned across him ensuring he could feel as much of her as possible as she closed the door behind him.

A key turning was the next sound he heard. Now there was no escape, not that either one wanted to of course.

His back was pressed against the wooden door, her right in front of him. Close enough to smell the soft, intoxicating scent of the perfume he had bought her before. Close enough to feel her warm breath against him. She put her hands on his hips and he tensed up. She chuckled inside.

His mind ran away a bit. "Do I kiss her? Is she going to kiss me? My god she is so beautiful, I want her so badly." He thought.

She could feel the heat from him radiating and his breath mixed with hers. Her mind wasn't racing but her body was. Her heart beating so fast, hard nipples poking through the dress, panties drenched from her slick arousal, she literally couldn't contain her excitement anymore. There was only one thought on her mind, "I hope you're ready Rich, I am."

Her hand moved on top of his and slowly moved up his arm. Her fingertips gently sliding through the modest hair on his arm. His breathing shallowed and she smiled even more. Their eyes stayed on each other and his mouth opened slightly.

She reached the soft cotton of his shirt sleeve, fingertips moving faster up him and onto his shoulder. Her hand moved towards his neck and she started to lean up. She started to pull his head down, he offered no resistance at all.

Their eyes closed and they leaned into each other.

Since the doorway they hadn't said a word to each other but now their lips were about to touch for the first time. Rich held her back and pulled her into him, his pants pressing against her dress. Their bodies were radiating, their hearts beating in unison, great minds thinking alike and souls joining together. Words were no longer needed.

Their lips joined in pure bliss, slowly they parted before joining again.

Their first kiss... perfect.

Chapter 7 - Levelling Up

Rich's hands were on Abi's smooth upper back. They were roaming across her warm, soft skin as she shuddered under his touch. Abi still had one on the back of his neck, pulling him into her as their lips caressed.

She pulled him in even closer, her lips parting so she could slowly slip her tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated, and the two tongues swirled around each other passionately. The hand in his hair clenched and he let out a little moan into her mouth. He could feel her smile between kisses.

He thought to himself, "we should have done this months ago."

She pushed herself even closer to him, her breasts pressed between their two bodies. That aroused him further and one hand moved from behind into her hair. She could feel him against her, his hard flesh against her bringing back memories of the night on the couch.

They didn't move from there for a few minutes, both of them taking their time savouring this moment. They had waited long enough for this and wanted to ensure it lasted.

She moved her hands under his shirt and onto his waist. Her grip on him was firm, her palms and fingertips memorising him. This time he didn't tense up. She turned them round and pushed him towards the bed.

Their lips finally separated and she pushed him gently down onto the bed. He leaned upwards and smiled at her, his breathing shallow and every nerve ending in his body feeling alive.

She looked down at him with a naughty grin, her eyes twinkling. She pointed sexily with one hand, teasingly wagging her finger to make sure he stayed on the bed.

"Don't you move an inch baby," a sultry overtone took over her voice.

He was more than happy to let her take the lead. She rested one hand on her chest and the other her zipper. His eyes were locked on hers but she glanced down, directing where he looked. His head tilted slightly down.

She took her time lowering the zipper, her lips raising at one side. It reached the bottom of her chest and her breasts fell free. They were huge, round and firm, her small pink nipples pointing to him. They were impossibly perfect. Her stomach was flat and toned.

Rich lay there amazed at what he saw. He had imagined them nightly and were actually bigger than in those dreams. He remembered holding them that night on the sofa and they looked as good as they felt.

As the zipper reached the bottom of the dress, she let it fall to the floor. His heart skipped a beat and his pants twitched.

Her fingers reached into the top of her panties and Rich inhaled deeply. She leaned down and pulled them down over her amazing muscular and toned thighs. It was impossible for her fingers to avoid the wetness in her panties that her arousal had caused.

They hit the floor and she took her shoes off before stepping out of the pile.

There she was. All of her. Every beautiful inch.

Her skin had a hint of a tan but no tan lines. Her natural beauty, her long golden hair, those voluptuous curves made her unmissable. Her curvy but toned body showed how much effort she put into herself. The toned thighs able to wrap around any man she wanted. It was almost like she was made to arouse. And she did, Rich's boxers were a little sticky from it.

Rich's gaze lingered on her inner thighs though. She had shaved that morning, so nothing was blocking the view of how wet she was, leaving her exposed fully for him. Her excitement was streaking down her thigh now.

She had bared all for him, the man she loved. This was the moment she had dreamed of for weeks.

Her hands fixed to her hips and she was smiling at him. There was a short pause, then her eyes said, "What do you think?" His eyes worked their way back up her body and he was almost beaming.

"Abi, you're absolutely perfect."

He was breathless. He'd had girlfriends before but no one on Earth compared to her in any way. The perfect curves of her body matched the beauty of her face, both of them matching her inner beauty as well. She really was the perfect package.

"Oh Rich..." she murmured and slowly she stepped towards him. Her hips swayed from side to side, her thighs offering a glimpse at her lower pink lips, her breasts bouncing. He sat up and started to unbutton his shirt.

"No." She whispered.

He was a little confused but returned his hands to the bed and she moved in front of him. She leaned down, her breasts dangling and her lips returning to his.

He placed his hands on her hips but they didn't stay there long and slowly moved up towards her boobs. Having his hands on her smooth naked flesh was making him harder, and when they reached their goal he kneaded them gently, rubbing her hard buds between his fingers.

She gasped from his gentle touch, her head tilting further to the side and a moan left her lips into his mouth. Her fingers worked their way down his shirt buttons until they were all unbuttoned.

They kept kissing and she placed her hands on his chest before moving towards his shoulders. Her heart raced as she pressed her fingertips against his firm torso, treating him with the same reverence he was showing her.

His shirt fell onto the bed and her fingers moved down to his nipples. Rich could feel her grin as they kissed and she gently circled and pinched his nipples. Another moan escaped him and then her hands lowered to his belt buckle.

They didn't leave his body and he could feel his body heat radiating. He let go of her boobs and put them on her shoulders so she could undo his pants.

She fumbled with the belt buckle and chuckled in between kisses. As she unhooked it, she rushed for the first time and pulled his boxers off at the same time. His stiffness pressed against the fabric and then pinged back up as she lowered them.

"Someone's happy to see me." She thought.

They joined his shoes and socks on the floor and they stopped kissing. She stared at him and they both smiled. The silence wasn't awkward at all and the atmosphere was intense.

Rich sat there, just as exposed as her. His chest was quite firm, not overly muscular, his stomach flat and his thighs thick and firm. And you certainly couldn't miss how much of an effect she had on him.

"You're perfect too Rich."

He was just how she imagined. Her eyes scanned his body and she felt a little tense, she knew it was now or never. And one look at his erection said it was definitely now.

He moved up the bed and she crawled over him. They shared one more short caress and then she opened herself up above him. They locked eyes one more time. They both could feel the intense atmosphere, their eyes full of anticipation.

"Abi..."

She nodded with a massive smile on her face. She took her hand and moved it between her legs onto him, wrapping it round his throbbing length. She guided it upwards. He found the feel of her hand around him incredible and it was all he could take. Now it was time.

"Abi I love you," he said softly.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye. She widened her legs a little more and he could feel her entrance just touch his tip. He felt her drip onto his erection and he shuddered with excitement.

"Rich, oh Rich, I love you too."

She slid down and slowly took his whole length inside her. She tried to look him in the eyes but she could feel him stretch her as her tight wet walls clamped around him. It made her throw her head back and gasp loudly. He couldn't believe how wet she was and he moaned quite loudly.

"That feels so good Rich." She moaned.

They weren't just friends anymore.

Chapter 8 -- Making Love

Abi slowly started to roll her hips, her firm ass cheeks pressing against Rich's muscular thighs, her spine arched almost impossibly, and with enough pressure that Rich could feel the hood of her clit rubbing against the hair at the base of his shaft.

Rich put his hands on her waist and held her tightly. His palms on her warm skin could feel every curve of her spine as she rolled. She could feel him getting even harder inside her. Her head arched back and she moaned loudly.

She slid her hands down her body, slowly at first, until they reached her breasts. She grabbed them, a moan escaping from both of their mouths. Watching her touch herself was incredibly arousing. Her fingers pinched her hard nipples. He smiled at her as he moaned.

"God your tits are amazing baby."

"Show me how much you love them," she stuttered between pleasurable gasps.

Her rocking slowed a little and she lowered her hands toward his, gently placing them on top of his. She held them there for a moment, enjoying the connection between the two of them.

Then she lifted his hands off her waist, placing them on her breasts instead. Her head fell back.

"Oh Rich that's it."

Her hands guided his and they kneaded her breasts together.

They looked into each other's eyes as she started to pick up the pace, her sensual hips rolling faster.

"God Abi, that feels so good."

Her hips rolled with reckless abandon as the pleasure of him inside her increased. She was getting wetter inside but she could still feel him pushing against her walls.

The feel of her inner muscles excited him further, and he found himself getting more confident.

"That's it baby, ride me. Ride me hard."

A couple of minutes later, she stopped rolling and let go of his hands. Pressing her palms firmly into his chest, she began to bounce on him.

She could feel him slam fully into her with each thrust down onto him, taking him deep. His eyes lowered to her chest, her breasts bouncing wildly in rhythm with her and the sound of their skin slapping together filled the air.

Part of Rich still couldn't believe it was happening but there she was, the sexiest woman he had ever seen riding him.

She looked down into his eyes. She had seen these eyes a lot over the last few months, and now she realised -- he had worshipped her for a long time. She felt her heartbeat was almost out of control as she looked at him. That handsome face, his firm chest under her fingers, his sexy thighs being slammed into by her ass cheeks.

And his cock -- she had felt that against her back on the sofa, pushing up against her asshole outside the door and in the palm of her hand on the bed. Now it was inside her and about to send her over the edge.

Her body was getting hotter, and between her thighs was soaking wet now. Then Rich felt her clamp down on him inside.

"Oh God! Yes Rich! Yes!" She cried. She could feel the pressure hit her just as intensely as when she was fingering herself. This time, though, it was because of him.

Her legs trembled and her body shook as she came hard, her cum squirting onto his stomach. Her bouncing stopped and she slumped down onto him. Her chest fell onto his and he pushed deep inside her.

He felt every tremor around his cock and a grin was on his face.

"Oh fuck," she groaned.

"That's it baby, cum hard for me," he commanded, smiling as he did so.

Her legs continued to shake, and her glistening body pressed against his. He grabbed a handful of hair gently and pulled her head down to his so he could hungrily kiss her. His pubic hair was darkened and his waist glistening from her squirt.

In between short breaths, she just managed to get out, "Fuck yeah baby."

Rich wrapped his hands behind her back and held her close. He kissed her hungrily, slowly thrusting into her as her orgasm subsided. The sound of the bed creaking, which had been prevalent throughout, subsided, and her voice quietened.

Her breathing steadied. "Oh Rich..." she murmured.

They rolled over and switched positions, he lay on top of her now, her legs spread wide in the air and him buried to the hilt inside her.

"Oh Rich," she moaned.

He stroked her hair behind her ear and smiled down at her. He started to slowly slide inside her, his thrusts romantic rather than raw and her incredible wetness encouraging his motion.

His lips locked with hers again and they caressed each other.

She moved her hands down his back and rested them on his ass, pulling him into her with each thrust.

Then he could feel it building in him too.

"Abi I'm gonna..."

She looked him in the eyes.

"Inside me baby." She gave him a sexy grin. His eyes looked down on her almost inquisitively.

"Inside me baby," she repeated intently.

He started to kiss her hungrily again. All those nights he had dreamed of this and now he was about to cum in her for real. He kissed her again.

"Oh Abi I'm... I'm..."

He let out a grunt into her mouth and she felt him pump into her. He pushed himself deeper inside and he could feel the sticky warmth of his release and her juices surround his cock.

"Yeah baby, fill me up with your cum," she said, encouraging his equally massive orgasm.

This was the first time he had finished inside a woman, and he couldn't believe it, it felt so good, especially when combined with her.

It was the first time for her too, and her eyes rolled sexily as she felt it hit her inner walls. She didn't want him to pull out, she wanted all his love inside her.

Then everything slowed down. Her hands were on his cheeks and she slowly kissed him.

"Rich that was amazing." She said with a smile.

"God yeah baby," Rich murmured back.

She chuckled.

"You are incredible Abi."

She leaned up to kiss him. She could feel the warmth escape her, the mix of his orgasm and her juices seeping down her perineum and sticking to her ass. He softened inside her and pulled out. She let out a gasp as he did.

Their heads were still in a bit of a spin but one thing they both knew...

"I love you Rich."

"I love you too."