This story originally began as a sexual roleplaying thread at Literotica's Bulletin Board. Many thanks go to Ravenloft who co-wrote this with me, and to Renegade, Vivid, Neale, and Miguelito Breathstealer who contributed their writings and ideas for the characters they portrayed.

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"Dammit, Jacen, you said we would go out on a date tonight! You promised!" Muff yelled.

Jacen waved her off absently and pored over some book or other. "Okay, Sirus the Knight is..."

Rolling her eyes, she threw herself on the couch and pouted. Damn him anyway. Never take up with a gamer, all of her sorority sisters said. Never never never. She glared at him. He was just so darned sexy. And when he wasn't gaming and actually paid attention to her, he was the greatest guy. He just spent more time gaming than paying attention to her.

His hand hovered over his dice for a moment, then he took it away. He preferred to not use them, to tell a story through his gaming by gestures and actions. He liked to visualize the story he and his gamer pals were creating night after night, month after month. Sometimes though, he had no choice. The element of chance was left to a roll of the dice. He reached for them again.

Lightning fast, she leaped from the couch and snatched his dice. Thankfully her lithe body was good for something since enticing him away from his gaming never worked.

It was the penultimate no-no, the gamer's nightmare. Bad Dice Karma. He howled and leaped after her while his friends laughed and carried on raucously. He slammed into her back, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her hands down by her thighs.

"Give those back! Dammit, Muff, you know that no one is allowed to touch my dice but me!" he bellowed in her ear.

Fine. She twisted her arm, shoved her hand into her panties, and stuck his dice right up where the sun don't shine. "You want your dice baby, go fishing."

"My friends are over for Chrissakes, Muff!" Her name didn't help any in this case. He blushed a deep red as he looked over at the guys at the table. Tim was fighting a laugh, holding a can of soda to his lips to hide his mirthful expression. Scott laughed his goofy laugh and gave Jacen the thumbs up. Or was that meant for Muff? Erica could only stare dumbfounded.

"Muff, er, hon. Come on, I am not going to reach into your, um..." Looking back up at the group, they all stared at him expectantly. "Please, babe!"

He tried to use his puppy dog eyes, but he thought he might be too wired on the soda for that to work.

Muffin crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her nose in the air. The dice clacked around inside of her when she shifted her weight. Crap, she hoped the damned things came back out. Explaining this to an ER doc would be entirely too embarrassing.

"You promised you'd take me out on a date," she pointed out. "To Denny's, not the Wendy's 99cent value menu cause you have coupons and need new books or whatever."

"Baby, we can do that any night! This was the only day Scott was free." His tone was a pleading whine.

Muff stared him down, unimpressed. Scott was free pretty much every night as long as gaming was involved. Even an idiot knew that much.

"Whoa there, champ," Scott chimed in, "don't be pegging this one on me, coupon boy!"

Jacen winced at the mention of the coupons. The guys really didn't need to know about that, dammit. He stared into Muff's eyes; it was apparent she wasn't gonna budge on this one. "So, what? Your gonna make me reach in and dig them out then?" he demanded incredulously. He had to shift so the group couldn't see his hard on. As mortifying as his unruly girlfriend was, this was turning him on. His dice were, well, they just were lucky damned dice.

"Yes, I am, and you'd better hurry up. Your little sparkly d20 is moving northward if you know what I mean." She gave him a lingering look, then inspected her perfectly manicured fingernails. Perfectly manicured because she spent her time manicuring them while he gamed.

He stared at her in horror, his eyes dropping to the junction of her thighs. Most of them were lodged between the labia right then. They felt, well, actually kind of good. Muff wiggled experimentally. They felt really good.

"And they're getting wet. I wonder if the paint comes off?" she added, just to see his look turn to panic.

"Fine!" he exploded in exasperation. Did she just wiggle? "Stop that! You'll, um, lose them." Hesitantly slipping his hand down her between her panties and her, er, soft, warm skin, Jacen shivered a little. The group was watching like Pee Wee Herman at a spooge convention. "Guys! Gawd! Turn around or something! Jesus!"

They obliged, though Jacen thought he saw Scott wink. He shook his head, naw. He looked back at Muff. She snuck a glance at him.

"Your really enjoying this, aren't you?" He hissed with far less bitterness then he'd meant to. She just grinned at him unrepentantly.

Jacen slipped his hand down along her pussy lips. He felt a couple of the dice and snatched them into the safety of his palm. Three of them were left inside. Jesus, she was wet. He had to shake his head, to clear the dirty thoughts out. That just seemed to rattle them up even more though. Dammit! He had to stick his fingers into her to get the rest out.

He groped across the four-sider, pressing its pointed edge into her tender flesh. Even before her reaction, he cringed. She winced, but when she didn't say anything, he gently tugged it out. It was the d4. Muff licked her lips, she had an idea how he ought to game with that particular one, and it had nothing to do with his roleplaying.

Muffin spread her legs a little more accommodatingly, so he could slide his fingers in better. Behind him, his buddies were watching with rapt attention. She glared at them. Despite the embarrassment of having a group of people watching her boyfriend grope through her pussy, she was getting turned on. Her nipples grew harder and she shut her eyes, waiting for his next seeking probe.

Inside of her pussy, he hooked a finger around a die and began pulling it out. Her tight muscles contracted, squeezing his finger and the die he was trying to make off with. They both groaned.

"Muff, come on, don't do that," Jacen moaned. He moaned? Looking up, the guys were still staring avidly and he blushed crimson. "Turn around!" They laughed and did so grudgingly.

He had the d4 both d10's, and the six-sider. That left the d8, d12, and d20 still inside of her. His fingers were around the eight-sider and he had been gently tugging it out. Until she had gone and tightened herself up and he'd lost it.

He had to trace around inside of her to find another die. The eight-sider again. He curled his fingers around it, slipping it out of her. The die was wet, slippery, and hard to hold onto. His erection painfully constricted in his pants. He considered the situation, his fingers, his dice, his girlfriend's pussy, and he began to smirk a little.

A couple of minutes had passed since they had started this whole fiasco. Dice fishing, he thought. In a few more the guys would think he was just stalling or something. He could hear them stir in their seats. Jacen locked eyes with Muff again. "Um, Hon, I can't find two of them," he said as quietly as he could. His fingers still probed for them, finding nothing but slick flesh gliding under his fingertips. It would be nice to be inside of her right now. No! Gotta stop that! he chided himself. He looked helplessly into her eyes as he searched for the last two dice. One of them was his special twenty-sider, too. Gawd dammit!

He felt around a bit more, his blush doubling over on itself. "Baby, oh shit, oh shit! I can't fucking find them, Muff!" He tried to stay quiet so the group of perverts wouldn't overhear, but he was beginning to panic. He was as afraid for having lost his precious dice as he was for losing them deep inside of Muff. Deep inside of her... Ah! Gawd! Stop that, Jacen! Just stop! He pulled his fingers out of her. The air in the room quickly turned his slick fingers cold and sticky. He tried to ignore it, he should be panicking, not panting, dammit!

"Jacen?" She sounded a little panicked herself. "They're in there, I can feel them."

"Having a little trouble buddy? Want some help fishing them out of Muff's, ah, muff?" Scott laughed hysterically at his own wit. "And here I thought Dice Purifying Rituals involved water. This is a new one on me, Coupon Boy!"

"Just shut the fuck up, will you, Scott? Jesus!" Jacen hammered his point home with the patented 'shut the fuck up' glare as well. "Turn the hell around! Dammit! This ain't no free show here!" Jacen was annoyed. Every time he looked up another one of them was peeking. Even Erica! What the hell was that all about any way? Turning to look back into Muff's eyes, he whispered. "Um, can you, you know, squeeze them out or something?"

"I might could do that," Muff told Jacen. She put an elbow on his head and leaned her weight on it a little. Scott opened his mouth to say something that he, no doubt, thought amusing. She pointed rudely at him. "You stay out of this."

Down between her legs, Jacen was starting to whimper quietly. She guessed that he was mourning the fate of his prized d20. "Maybe you could suck it out," she suggested loudly. Devilishly, she knew he was wildly embarrassed to be down there fishing his dice out to begin with, bringing everyone's attention to it would drive him nuts.

Muff grinned, it hadn't been planned or intentional, but she'd just guaranteed that Jacen would be thinking about sex and her pussy every time he gamed from now on.

An evil grin spread across his face. "Fine, if you want to play it this way," he whispered. She didn't like that tone or that look. He began to tease her clit with the four-sider, hell it was already coated in her scent anyway. "I'll just have to make you squeeze them out when you cum."

Her jaw dropped in surprise, Jacen was calling her bluff! She never would have thought in a billion years that he'd get so bold in front of his gamer pals. Oh my Gawd.

She locked eyes with a smug looking Scott and barely suppressed the urge to run. No doubt running would suck up the precious d20 into places in her pussy that it wouldn't come out of. She had no idea what to do at that point.

Then Jacen twirled one of his dice against her clit, the bumps and friction made her whole body shimmy. Oh my Gawd.

"Jacen...?"

"Yes Muff? You need something?" He was calm, almost smug, as he made the pointed end of the four-sider rub and nudge around her clit. She wasn't going to win out on this one. "I think you want to give me my dice back. Is that it?"

Muffin narrowed her eyes and swallowed a groan. That ratfink was enjoying this. "Give you back your dice? I don't think so Jace. You want them, go get them." Erica smothered a giggle and either Scott or Tim snorted. Muff's money was on Scott for that. Jacen just grinned up at her. Hah. She'd show him.

"Go ahead baby, make me cum. I bet you that your d20 stays in my pussy. I bet you a whole weekend away from gaming that you can't make that d20 pop out without using your fingers to pull it out."

"C'mon Muff, we gotta get movin on this game!" Tim exclaimed. "When he's done it's my turn!"

"Yeah right! Like Jacen would give you a turn at Muff's muff." Shiela sounded disgusted.

"I didn't mean that!" Tim backpedaled. "I meant at the game."

Scott laughed, obviously tickled stupid at the whole situation.

His fingers and dice were already coated with her arousing scent. How were they gonna play "Crimson Mystical Mages" with pussy scented dice floating around? Shit, the session was already spoiled. Maybe, just maybe, he could throw some of the embarrassment back on her. He teased her clit with the die some more. Just to see if she'd cry uncle. Or pant it, may groan it orgasmically.

"Enjoy the free show, guys. My lady here, she's being, um, difficult." He slid the side of the four-sider's pyramid shape harder along her clit. It was getting slippery. He set his jaw, her wetness and the situation had gotten him was so hard he was almost to the point of shaking. He left off from her clit for a moment and ran the spiked tip of the die along her slit. Glaring back at her, he showed her who was boss. "You're on, one weekend's worth of gaming if I can't make you cum it right out of ya then, babe!"

"Fine then. You're gonna lose. What do I get when you welsh? There ain't no way you can keep from gaming for a whole weekend." She sucked in a breath and tried to ignore the die cruising around her pussy lips. Flicking her eyes at the amused gathering, she upped the stakes. "Why don't you take off your pants Jace? You know I can't cum without seeing your cock."

She was such a bald-faced liar.

"Oh, don't even play that way! In fact, if you cum without seeing my cock, I think you ought to buy me another tube of dice, love."

He prodded at her clit again with the four-sider. She wasn't gonna win, he wouldn't let her. No sirree! He lightly pinched her clit, rolling it tightly between his finger tips. He thought he might still be blushing, but lust was slowly creeping in to win out over the embarrassment. He loved to tease her, to go down on her, but that was something, even in the privacy of his own mind, that he had never dared to think of doing in front of his friends. He was determined to get his damn dice back though, and if pushed, he would go so far as to go down on her. Maybe. But nothing more. Maybe. He couldn't bring himself to fuck her in front of his friends. Maybe.

"So be it, if you can make me cum without seeing your cock, then you can have a new tube of dice. I'll even let you pick up that special set you've been drooling over for the last year." There was no way he'd make her cum, not with that crew ogling like drooling monkeys. Not to mention one of the dice still lodged inside was poking her a little painfully. She couldn't feel the d20 anymore. Gawd, she hoped it hadn't tried to make its acquaintance with her cervix.

He grinned up at her, pure mischief showing through his neon red blush.

"You can do it!" Scott yelled in his best Rob Schneider, "Waterboy" voice. He smirked, crossing his arms, not only enjoying the unexpected floor show, but enjoying the hell out of seeing his best friend in such an embarrassing position. "Need some help there? Maybe you could roll a catch a fish +5. Oops, I forgot, Muff's muff has your dice."

Scott covered his mouth, but it did nothing to disguise the laughter. Tim's deeper voice joined in, so did a snicker or two from Sheila. Jacen vowed to strangle Scott the first chance he got. After he'd saved his dice and won the bet.

"C'mon Jace, are you gonna finish the game or screw around with your girlfriend all night?" Erica grumbled.

"Screw!" Tim took up the battle cry, pounding on the table. Scott joined in, both of them barking until it nearly knocked Tim's Big Gulp over. "Screw! Screw! Screw! Screw!"

"Knock it off!" Jacen yelled. They dissolved into more laughter, not even trying to hide the fact that they were going to intently watch until the end.

"Jace! You got Hard 8's Hotline? We need to get a ruling on this one. How are we supposed to interpret a roll after your girlfriend's pussy swallowed it? The accidental eating rule? The feline interference rule?"

"I'm gonna kick your ass, Tim! This isn't funny," Jacen growled.

"Hate to tell you this, buddy," Scott snickered. "It's hilarious."

"Shut up, Scott!" Muffin snapped. She slipped her fingers through Jacen's hair. "My poor baby is embarrassed enough."

"Embarrass me, will you." At his tone, Muff froze, the deer caught in headlights effect.

He tugged her skirt down past her hips revealing a skimpy pair of black lacy panties. Jacen grinned at the sight. He fingered the soft, satiny fabric, grinning wickedly. She reached for the skirt, trying to tug it back up her legs, but he smacked her hands away and whisked it off. He tossed it over his shoulder, not paying the slightest bit off attention. From the sound of the snickering and the curious thump, he surmised that it landed on the table. He ignored those jackasses and pressed kisses to her belly, tasting her golden skin right above the band of those sexy panties.

"A sudden hush descends on the crowd as Gladiator Jace employs his specialized weapon, the Tongue of Fiery Cunnilingus, +5. Can Gladiator Muff make her save versus orgasm? We shall see." Tim and Scott dissolved into laughter.

"Muff can't roll a save," Scott pointed out between laughs, "the dice are where no dice have gone before, and I'm not talking Star Trek here."

The two hyenas laughed even harder. Erica picked up the discarded skirt and whacked the two guys over the head with it. "Knock it off! Jace! Quit playing with your girlfriend, we're gaming here and you're screwing it up!"

"Screw!" Scott took up the battle cry this time. Tim joined in, bellowing in unison and pounding on the table. "Screw! Screw! Screw! Screw! Screw!"

"Will you two knock it off!" Erica bellow, flailing around with the skirt. "You're screwing up my character sheets! They're irreplaceable!"

Sheila's cries of, "Hey! That's my skirt you're going to ruin it!" went unheeded.

Jacen ignored them entirely. He gently tugged the panties down, burying his nose in the soft pubic hair he revealed. He pulled them off of her body, nudging her legs open. He caught her eyes along the length of her belly. "You can always concede, babe, cause I ain't gonna back down."

Fine. Two could play that game. She glared at him. While he was licking his way down her to her brand new pair of we-finally-are going-on-a-real-date- and-not-a-trip-to-the-local-gamer-emporium- for-more-gaming-books panties, she worked her new black lacy maybe-I'll-get-laid- instead-of-help-come-up-with-new-characters bra off of her body from beneath her shirt and wrapped it around the back of Jacen's neck. Using the trailing ends of the bra as reins, she directed his face where it ought to go.

"C'mon Jacen, you're usually a lot better at this," she taunted, trying to keep from swallowing her tongue when he slid his down around her clit. He lifted his head up and grinned warningly at. She smiled sweetly at him and stuffed two of the previously liberated dice right back up in there. "Oops," she twittered with false sincerity, "did widdle Jacen wose his widdle dice again?"

"We need a camera right about now," Scott contemplated.

Tim furrowed his brow. "A nice digital set up. We could make cash on the Internet."

"Yeah..."

"I don't believe this!" Erica exploded. She renewed whacking them with skirt. Sheila grabbed the hem and jerked it away from her.

Jacen did a little something with his lips that crossed Muffin's eyes and made her entire body go rigid. She cut loose with a scream that was a helluva lot more than the situation called for, a long piercer that surely made people nine blocks away wonder who was being tortured to death.

Jacen clamped his hands over his ears and glared at her. She grinned smugly down at him.

"Jesus, Muff!" he hissed as he pulled away from her sweet sex. "You want something to scream about! I'll give you something to scream about!"

Without another word he pressed his mouth back against her and slid his tongue between her pussy lips. He breathed in with a slight moan. It would be so easy to just drown his senses in her, to become her impassioned lover. His hands were kneading at her hips, as though that would bring her closer to him some how. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of a new tube of extremely expensive dice. Delivered by a properly contrite Muffin. Maybe Harem girl Muffin, or French Maid Muffin. Ooh, Love Slave Muffin. Barbarian King Jacen fresh from the battle with Slave Girl Muffin to clean, pleasure, and gift him with the Extremely Expensive Dice of the Bear God. Jacen renewed his attack on Muff's pussy.
His tongue curled under one of the dice she had snuck back into herself and drew it out. He had half a mind to tuck it into his cheek, so as to not have to pull away from her, but he could just imagine drawing in a breath of her heady scent and sucking the damn die down his throat and choking to death right in her lap. So grudgingly, he pulled away, plucked the die from between his lips, and sat it with the rest of his rescued dice. He looked back down at her. "Gawd, your sexy!"

Muffin hated it when he said things like that when she was miffed at him. It always made her melt. She was going to win this little exchange, not him. She wanted that weekend with him, alone, by themselves, no books, no characters, no dice, and positively no gaming. Just him, her, and hours of naked flesh writhing together in a sweet sweat of lust. Muff shivered at the mental image. No, think about baseball. Think about... her eyes latched onto the table, already glazing over from the marvelous tripping of his tongue through her wet lips. Gaming.

It took all the willpower she had to shove down the fluid rush of orgasm and concentrate instead on the image of her sitting there bored while he pretended to be Gransh the Orc. The smelly, nasty, two inch dicked orc. Not the sexy, hot, mouth wateringly gorgeous dicked Jacen. Um, bad thought. Her pussy throbbed.

The warm honey of her pussy was getting messy, but she didn't really notice it so much as she noticed the butterfly soft teasing of his tongue chasing it down. Was it hot in there? Did the heater kick on? She pulled at her shirt, then ripped it off. Better. Moaning, she spread her legs wider, bucking her hips up against his face.

She had to remember something. Dice. Oh yes. She couldn't cum. Oh, that wasn't good. He sucked gently on her lips, then slid his tongue between them. She squealed and stared at the gaming table. Oh no, no orgasming for her. She wanted him all to herself too much.

Her hips bucked, twisting against his hands. The only thing she liked better than riding his face was riding his cock. She let loose several of those explosive groans and long undulating cries that are wildly embarrassing under any other context. Fighting with all of her might, she staved off the orgasm as best she could. She froze suddenly, her eyes flying open, and she yelped.

His d20, at least she thought it was his d20, had found something tender, probably her cervix or something as incomprehensibly located. Visions of calling her parents from the ER to get the insurance information, and then having to explain why she needed the insurance information to them, as well as to the ER staff, flooded her brain.

"Oh no!" she howled. Irrationally, she smacked Jacen, "This is your fault!"

"What the hell was that for?" he howled, hoping he didn't sound as hurt as he suddenly felt. His hand touched his cheek where she had slapped. He was still aroused, but after being whacked like that a fella kinda thinks twice before going back down too soon. He licked the taste of her from his lips.

The dice shifted and Muffin almost started crying. Her parents were going to find out that she wasn't a virgin. Dad was gonna kill her, and then kill Jacen. No!

She threw herself onto Jacen, bowling him over entirely, and wrapped around him like an anaconda, a panicked anaconda. "Mom and Dad think I'm a virgin! He's gonna make me go to college there!" she explained at a loud wail, oblivious to her audience. It didn't make any sense to them, no doubt, it wasn't making much sense to her either. "I can't feel the d20! I'm gonna have to go to the Emergency Room and it's all your fault!"

Hesitantly, his arms came around her. He patted her consolingly on the back. His body was twitching, suspiciously like someone laughing.

"Muff, it'll be alright, um, can you still feel it, er, inside of you?" Jacen was suddenly hotly embarrassed again. His girlfriend had just lost some dice up inside of herself! It was funny. Well, kinda. Maybe not. Damn, she lost his special twenty-sider. He tried to fix her with a serious look in his eye, but it may have come through more humored than he had wanted it to. Her dad? Oh fuck. "We don't have to call your dad! My mom knows that we, well, you know. And if she doesn't know by now she's just stupid!"

"Oh come on Muff! You aren't that big. They'll come out," Sheila groused. "You should have been there when I lost some ben-wa balls-" She clapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

"Ben-wa balls?" Tim perked up, eyeing Sheila slowly up and down.

Muffin sniffled and tried to regain her composure. Blind panic didn't do anyone any good. She opened her eyes more fully and stared Jacen in the face, noticing the big, red, hand print. She instantly felt like a total ass.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you." She kissed his cheek, kinda liked the flavor of it and started licking his face.

Muff's kiss made Jacen forget all about the slap, and when she started licking along his jaw, oh Gawd. Muff was on top of him, still tasting his cheek when he turned his face so their mouths met. What the hell, he was just eating her out a minute ago, no big deal to kiss her in front of the guys, he figured. It was far too late to suddenly be embarrassed again.

"I'm still gonna get my twenty-sider back, love," he mumbled against her lips as he ran his fingers through her hair and down her back. Trailing along the ridge of her spine, he shifted his hips so that he pressed more fully against her pussy.

Despite her momentary lapse of reason and blind leap into hysterics, she managed to start thinking again. Muffin let herself enjoy a few moments of the heated mating of her tongue to Jacen's first though. Damn that man could kiss. She wiggled herself against him a little more, ignoring the clacking of the dice in her pussy and the alarming thought of one of them floating around somewhere.

A whole weekend of that, she reminded herself and quivered at the thought. She was rhythmically moving her hips, rubbing herself against his cock through his jeans. She forced herself to stop, even when Jacen dug his fingers into her ass and rocked her against him.

"Jacen?" she asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes down at him. He was a gamer, gamers never really learned the whole feminine wiles thing, did they? "Do you remember a few weeks ago when Tim had to go to the dentist and you couldn't game?"

He nodded absently, going after her lips again.

"After you got me the Big Kids Meal at Burger King cause you blew your paycheck on the new Croaking Tidal Frogs thing?"

He frowned. "It's Crimson Tidal Kings."

"Whatever. You wanted to play doctor, right?"

His frown quickly faded. She was going to let him play doctor?

"You want me to play doctor?" The thought of it made his cock twitch. He didn't think she really knew how far he would take that one. He loved playing doctor. He grinned up at her, perhaps a little too mischievously.

"I want you to play gynecologist!" She smiled at him. "Get the d20 out, it might mess up the plumbing, if you know what I mean. Messed up plumbing means no sex. That means you'll have to jack off until I feel better."

He looked vaguely like a panicked horse with his eyes rolling like that.

"And no d20 either," she added helpfully.

He looked ready to howl in rage, panic hysterically, or blubber like a baby. Muffin couldn't tell which. Maybe all three.

No sex? Damn, my twenty-sider. Fuck! In an instant he had her on her back. Half an instant later he was at her pussy. God, it was gorgeous! Jacen suddenly remembered the bet and he reluctantly turned his eyes to meet hers. "Um, I have to use my fingers, love."

She grinned and could barely keep herself from bouncing up and doing a cheer. He was hers, all hers for an entire no gaming, no dice, no books, and no buddies weekend. He was going to either go insane from not gaming, or he would go insane from too much sex.

Smugly, she reached down and pried her labia apart for him. One of the dice fell to the floor.

"Here, let me help you with that, baby." She was gloating, she tried not to gloat, but she was gloating. She stuck her tongue out at Tim, who was staring at the two in horror, at least it looked like horror. "Maybe we can borrow some of Sheila's toys."


"Don't be giving me that smug look!" Jacen shot at Muff. "Ever heard of winning gracefully?"

His eyes followed the die that had slipped out of her and bounced on the carpet. Jesus! It was soaked! All glistening and wet. He grumped a little, but it was more for show. Lifting his hand to her sex, he slid a finger into her again. This time he tried to focus on dice-hunting and not pussy-massaging. It wasn't much use though, in a fraction of an instant, he was absorbed in the soaking tightness that wrapped around his probing fingers.

Sheila laughed. "My toys? Don't think those'll help! Hey Jace, you have a vacuum in this pigsty? That might do it. Hey Tim, the way Muff is squirming around there I think Jace will be losing some points on his Dex check, or would that be his strength?"

Tim giggled. Giggled. Jacen glared at him. "Both. Agility too. And he might need a recuperation penalty."

"Finding anything Doctor Jacen?" Muffin asked. He mumbled something into her thighs that she didn't quite catch. Damn but his fingers felt incredible, audience or no audience. "Such lovely fingers you have, doctor."

He looked up at her in minor annoyance, having been concentrating seriously on the task at hand.

"Such lovely lips you have, doctor." She couldn't resist.

She started sounding like little red riding hood or something. Jacen shot her an annoyed glance. He nearly shouted foul play. And she knew full well what the little red riding hood references did to him.

"All the better to tease you with, my dear," he suddenly blurted out, blushing. Gawd, he hoped the guys didn't pick up on that one.

Muffin grinned unrepentantly and trilled, "I looooooooove you, Jacen." After a moment of silence, she continued tormenting him. So it wasn't a moment, and she interrupted him, but she couldn't resist. "Am I going to have to go get my red riding hood costume out to get my big bad wolf to eat me?"

He quit moving. She squeezed his fingers with her very appreciative pussy and another die popped out, loudly clattering on something.

Jacen's jaw dropped, he had just let the little red riding hood thing slip. In front of his friends! He stopped fingering Muff's pussy for a moment, his stomach clenched in nervous fear. He glanced over his shoulder to see if they'd noticed. Scott's shit eating grin wasn't reassuring. Please, God, don't let the guys have heard her. Just give me this one simple thing, and, and I'll be good. he thought frantically.

"I brought little red riding hood baby doll set, the nurse teddy, and I couldn't leave the house without the me Tarzan you Jane leathers." Her voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either. She grinned impishly "Maybe there is something with the nurse costume that'll help get the d20 out. Should I go check?"

He could feel her pussy sucking on his fingers, demanding depth and caresses. He closed his eyes and groaned.

Did Tarzan feel this dumb and agreeable when his fingers were inside of Jane? He didn't think there was a thing on this green planet that she could ask him that he would not simply nod a frantic yes to. Her pleasure was his, it made him so hard, but the guys were there. He wanted to just give up on the dice and be inside of her.

She tightened around his fingers. He groaned, his eyes crossing, "Muff."

That did it, the lust filled expression on his face coupled with his gently caressing fingers drove her over the edge. She groaned, grabbed his head, and hauled it upward so she could lock his mouth on hers. All thoughts of weirdo gamer buddies and dice flew out of her head. All she could think of was how much fun he was to play with, because he played back so well.

They said never take up with a gamer, never never never. They never experienced a gamer's fertile and uninhibited imagination like she had.

Muff's mouth was so warm, it drew all of his attention downward, to focus on her. He eased down onto her body, stomach to stomach. His erection nestled against her pussy, pressing the placket of his jeans against her tender flesh. His hands went to his pants, unbuckling, unzipping, pushing them down, clumsily though it was. His mind roiled at the thought of entering her while their tongues danced against one another. He lifted his hips enough to push his pants and underwear down over the curve of his ass and then he was against her again.

"Mmmff," he moaned against her lips when he finally penetrated her. Finally. Deep inside of her. One of his hands was on her hip, trailing up along her thigh as he lifted her leg slowly to rest against his own hip. His other hand toyed with her hair, his elbow rested just above her shoulder. His lips clung to hers, glided over them, all lustful hunger and wild abandon.

Sighing contentedly, she smiled up at him. "Watch out for the d20, we wouldn't want to bruise Triton."

"Triton?" Scott's voice never penetrated. "And I thought the whole little red riding hood thing was bad!"

"Ahhmff!" He nipped at Muff's lower lip. She was so slick and inviting that the guys were lucky to be even a distant thought in the back of Jacen's mind. Triton, he liked it when she called it that.

"Mmm," she mumbled against his lips, then sent her tongue on a reconnaissance mission into his mouth. She hummed again and teased his tongue with the tip of hers. She picked up her feet and wrapped her legs around him, firmly jerking him closer to her.


He did locate the d20, deep inside, with his "probe" but neither of them really cared at the moment. She sincerely hoped it wasn't bruising Triton. "Ride me like you mean it," she demanded, wiggling against him.

She dug her nails into Jacen's ass, pulling him against her and spurring him on. Damn but did he do that well. Digging her knees into his side for balance, she bucked up and thrashed against him. Harder and faster. Above her, his expression was agonized ecstasy; his breath exploding from him almost silently with each lunging thrust he made.

As she started to seriously get into the rhythm and sheer, wet joy of fucking Jacen, she vaguely wondered where that snorting and howling was coming from. Surely not her, she was far too lady like.

Jacen groaned at all the noise she was making, she never know how much it did for him. He was making growling moans, too, and they were growing higher and more urgent with each thrust into her. His stomach clenched tightly in upon itself and his buttocks tightened in response to the biting of her nails. He growled at her for that. Were they closer to the TV stand than they had been just a moment ago? He was fucking her so hard, he was scooting her along the carpet. Gawd, she felt so good.

The way he was thrusting burned her up, her pussy and her breasts tingled, her back and ass tingled. Heck, even the roots of her hair were tingling. He had brought her right to the point where she wanted to orgasm, but almost couldn't. Thrashing, she did what was nearly impossible, she stuck her hand between them and managed to get a hold of her clit with a finger. A couple of flicks against it and she went over the edge.

"Oh my gawd! Oh, Cervantes you are such a stud!" she praised him in a sweet, ladylike, dulcet tone. So she bellowed it. So it no doubt echoed down the block. She didn't care one whit. She just wanted him to have as good an orgasm as she was having.

He grunted something unintelligible, well, at least it was unintelligible over her howling. She bit at his neck and shoulders and clawed at his back.

"Ooh it feels so good! I love the way you fuck me! Make me your wench! I love weighing your anchor!" she shrieked. Was something whacking her head? It didn't matter, she was cumming and it was wonderful. "Sail my seven seas! Swim in my high tide! Oh my gawd!" she wailed, "You are my pirate of loooooove!!!!!"

Her ranting sent him over the edge with her. Or was her clasping pussy? What gamer didn't love to hear his woman so carried away by his loving that she confused him with his character? Yep, this is certainly something good ol' Cervantes would have done. Taking his woman right in front of God and everyone. Modesty and proper social behavior weren't exactly Cervantes' strong points, he liked fucking too much. With him, it was always the rutting stag versus the willing doe.

Jacen's cock pulsed and spurted inside of Muff's muff. Immense pleasure welled up along the shaft of his cock, flooding into his hips, then separating and zipping through his legs and belly. What he wouldn't give to somehow be able to share this exact feeling with Muffin through some sort of mental rapport. He wanted to tell her how, exactly, it felt, but the only words that seemed to come to mind were: hot, wet, good, good, good!

Eventually they had to come down from their orgasmic high and the reality of humanity sets in. This time it hurt. There was the usual puddle under Muff's butt, the wet thighs and slurpy noises their skin made every time he twitched. And the unmistakable odor or Eau du JustGotFucked. Her head wouldn't move, it was shoved against something and her hair was caught under her back.

He kissed her, enjoying the gentle taste of her mouth. His cock, the replete monster that it was, softened and slipped out of the place he'd prefer to keep it. Muff's eyes widened for a moment, then she forced her hand between them, feeling around. A moment later she held up the sparkly, and soaking wet, d20. The shared a laugh, then a kiss, oblivious to the silent gamer group.

Muffin smiled tentatively up at Jacen. "Thank goodness we were so quiet. Do you think anyone noticed?"