Game Camp: Day One
Game of the Day: Flamecraft
“In a magical realm a village awakes, and artisan dragons make coffee and cakes!”

Today was supposed to be the first day of “Game Camp”, our plan for a relaxed way to spend time getting to know each other. All of the games were planned, but the conversations were not. The idea was to just get her over here to visit, have some nice things to do in the background, and really get to know each other. 

It was low risk, high reward, and almost sure to keep us out of trouble. Wholesome. Nothing pervy about talking and playing a cute game, right? Yet, my mind had been inundated all week with all manner of filthy daydreams about it somehow becoming pervy. What if? I secretly loved the idea, and shivered delightfully as yet another hot scenario began playing out in my thoughts.

I really want to eat her pussy.  I want to see it up close. God I want to taste her. I want to feel her spasm and come with my face between her legs.

Fuck! Stop it. She’s here. Act normal. Jesus.

The footsteps sounds were getting closer and closer as she walked up the stairs and onto the front porch. Thrilled but startled, I rolled off the couch, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. My face was red, I could feel my pulse quicken, and as I glanced through the living room blinds, I saw a glimpse of her making her way to the front door. I still had a partial erection and had, just a minute earlier, felt a bit of precum seep into my boxer briefs when I had finally removed my hand from my cock.

Am I really ready for this? How did I lose track of time fantasizing again? …And right before she arrived…what is wrong with me? All we’re doing today is talking and playing games. Get it together. It isn’t at all sexual. Above all else this is really supposed to be about getting to know each other and helping each other through some tough times.

Briefly on the verge of panic, I swallowed and tensed, full of conflicting impulses. A big part of me wanted to just lovingly hug her and thank her in person for being such a great friend since we met online. Part of me also wanted to just hold her as close as possible for as long as possible. Yet another part, impossible to repress, wanted to grip her ass cheeks, pull her to me forcefully, kiss her like I couldn’t wait another second, and just go somewhere and fuck each other’s brains out for hours.

In all honesty, the strongest impulse, and what calmed me in that moment, was that I wanted to do exactly what she had suggested. I wanted her to come inside and just talk and get to know each other while playing a cute board game. One of the cutest board games, Flamecraft. She had been telling me over and over again how much she wanted to try it.

In those days we were still figuring out exactly what we were to each other and where this might be headed. Already good friends, and it felt like maybe even on the way to becoming best friends. Accountability buddies and mental health advocates for each other? Yes!  Long-distance Short distance lovers? Yes! Since literally the very moment we met online. In-person lovers? We both urgently wanted it, but making it happen immediately was harder than it seemed. More than that? Like together together? Who knows. I really like her.

Whatever was going to happen, it was starting here. Meeting her in person. Since we first talked, things had been intense between us.  I just knew that I wanted to see as much of her as possible, and right now, she was here and eager to indulge me. 

As I heard the first knock at the door, I scrambled to close my laptop, the screen of which still prominently displayed a picture of her pussy, spread and zoomed in so I could see every luscious detail.

Shit! You can’t let her see you looking at that, you idiot!

She’s here. This is happening. Right now. Fucking get it together! You can imagine all the possibilities some other time. Just go with it. Live in the moment and not in these fantasies.

She continued to knock at the door. I heard the faint sound of her laughter, and it calmed me. I love her laugh. 

“Be right there!” I was so much more nervous than I’d hoped to be. Sigh.

Suddenly the sound of her lovely voice carried through the door, “Hey, I know you’re nervous, it’s ok, I am, too.” 

There she is in my head again.

I blushed, and laughed to myself quietly. Well, here we go.

Gripping the knob and slowly turning it, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful hair through the door’s small windowpane.

That’s her!

As the door swung open, my eyes met hers and I began to smile. A real smile. A huge smile. The kind that both can’t be faked and that the people who know me best have noticed that I don’t really do anymore. 

Here I am, smiling at this beautiful woman at my door. She cares about me so much that she came to see me in person. Life is so good sometimes. So fucking good.

“I’m so glad you’re here. Come on in.”

She stepped inside and smiled back at me, “Yeah? I’m glad to finally be here.” I gently wrapped my arms around her, shut my eyes, held her close for a minute that seemed like an hour, and my panic became a distant memory.

I saw flashes of color as the cats scrambled to run upstairs, unsure what was going on. The oldest, fearless as ever even through frail, walked right up, purring. We sat down together, started talking, and never really stopped.

After the initial nerves quickly died down, it was lovely. We talked like we’d known each other for years, laughing together, very slowly learning and playing Flamecraft and just staying in the moment and feeling good. As planned, the adorable “artisan dragon” board game kept us busy, kept us distracted, and kept our minds from wandering to other things and potentially getting ourselves into trouble.

After we finished playing the game, we were picking up all of the Flamecraft pieces that had become scattered all over the large ottoman in the middle of the room. While reaching for a piece,  I suddenly felt some sharp, extremely intense and unexpected pain. The same pain that had been severely limiting my life for the past few years.

In these situations where it suddenly hurt so bad, what helped best was to immediately position myself flat on my back. It was the only thing that provided some immediate relief. These moments had been a shameful part of my everyday life for years, and it was still very difficult to let anyone see me that vulnerable.

I looked awkwardly up at her, my smile replaced with a painful grimace,  frustrated and embarrassed that my pain had yet again gotten in the way of just living life and enjoying simple pleasures as they happened.

She smiled at me disarmingly, “It’s ok, take your time, get flat and stretch. I know that’s what you need and it’s always alright with me.”

I smiled back at her and nodded gently, then bit my lip, trying to conceal all of the intense emotions that I was feeling. “Ok. I appreciate that.” 

I know that she means it. It actually feels safe in front of her. Maybe the pain doesn’t have to ruin the day. We are having a great time together.

Too embarrassed to just suddenly sprawl out across the living room floor in front of her just yet, I laid back across the nearest piece of furniture…the large ottoman that we had just cleared off. I let my head and neck dangle off the end, arching my upper back upward to stretch gently along the curve of my spine, feeling it through my chest as my rib cage opened up and the pain quickly became much less intense. I took a deep breath, shut my eyes, and sighed.

The Flamecraft box caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. One of the main pieces - the blue dragon - was still missing. 

“The blue dragon is still missing, I think it fell into the cracks of the big chair.” I laughed at myself a bit, feeling strange talking to someone I just met with my head dangling off the ottoman, vision upside down. 

She wasn’t fazed in the slightest. She smiled down at me and tenderly, instinctively ran her fingers over my scalp. I immediately felt at ease. She reassured me, “Ok, no worries, you stay put and I’ll grab it.”

She walked over to the large chair beside the ottoman, immediately spotting the missing piece.  “Found it!”

Then she bent over the chair slowly, exaggerating and prolonging her movements as she lifted the cushion up to reveal the remaining game piece, fully aware that my eyes were right there nearby.  

As she did so, she took her other hand and hiked up her long skirt, which was now directly in my field of view. Suddenly I had a full-on view of her panties. I gasped quietly, feeling that familiar, delicious ache immediately coming back.

I can’t fight it anymore, I don't want to fight it. 

The fabric was pulling gradually tighter against her crotch the further she bent, and I was able to clearly see the outlines of her features through the thin fabric. The gentle rise of her mound, the little bud of her clit’s hood, the sensual arc of both sides of her outer lips. I stifled a quiet moan, pleasure twinging all through my body at just a glimpse of the crotch of her panties.

“Oops.” She laughed and pretended to stumble, her lower body getting closer and closer to my face. “This might distract you a bit from all of that pain.”

I trembled with pleasure but remained silent, arching my back a bit more so that I could get my face closer still.

Without hesitation, she gently, very deliberately pressed her crotch right onto my face. “I know that I said I wanted to do this without panties on, and it was supposed to be my bare, wet pussy, but today we are supposed to just talk…and…play Flamecraft…and….get to know each other.  Every time she paused, she shifted and tensed her thighs a little bit, dragging her pussy across my face with just a thin layer of fabric between.

She continued, her voice itself turning me on further.  “Not…sit on your face or anything like that. At least not today. I mean, we just met.” She trailed off, grinding on my nose and mouth, moaning quietly. I couldn’t help but to moan with her. I had completely forgotten about the pain already, pleasure flooding my entire body, so aroused by the sudden reality of her clothed pussy on my face that her presence was suddenly the only thing that mattered.

“You’re always such a naughty boy for me that when I give you one little thing, you just want more, and more, and more. But you’re naughty in all the right ways, and I love giving my naughty boy what he wants and what he needs.” Her voice trailed off and she teasingly wiggled her ass all over my face.

She paused briefly. “But you can’t have it all. Not right this second. We just met! We could be overheard! Right now I need you to just shut your mouth, stay quiet, and lick me.”

I nodded, desperately. Tensing and arching my back further, I firmly pressed my nose along the length of her slit, feeling the edges of her outer lips through the soft cotton. I moaned against her warmth, muffled by her sex as I breathed in her scent so urgently it was as if I needed it to breathe at all. My hands began to roam, and I slowly slid my fingertips up her thighs, savoring every point of contact with her skin.

She shut her eyes and stifled another moan of her own as she began to gently rock her hips against my face. I let out a low and deep groan, almost a growl as I rolled my neck in time with her movements.  My face flushed, my cock twinged with anticipatory pleasure, and I tilted my neck back further, pressing my fully extended tongue directly between her lips, leaving it in place so the wetness from my tongue mingled with her juices through the fabric.

Just as I was about to grip her ass with both hands, she gave me one last little wiggle on my face and then pulled away suddenly, turning around. She held up her left hand, dangling the little blue dragon game piece from her fingertips as she reached down with her right and pulled her panties aside, giving me a clear view of her bare pussy, just inches from my face. 

I breathed in her intoxicating scent once more, another groan immediately escaping my lips despite my desperate attempts to quiet it. Before she could move away, I instinctively licked her bare pussy. Urgently, sliding the full length of my warm tongue all the way across her, and then flicking her clit.

She whimpered quietly, and pulled away a bit. “Not yet. Soon.”

Then she slyly rolled the game piece on its side and reached between her legs, gently rubbing the little dragon figurine along the lips of her pussy until the edges of the piece were slick with her juices. I shuddered, feeling my cock twitch and spasm repeatedly. She gave me a mischievous smile and casually slid the game piece up her wet cunt, fully enveloping it within her walls. I whimpered, shocked and utterly aroused.

She lowered her hips over my face once more, using her fingers to reach into her pussy and pull the dragon out just far enough to give me something to grab onto.  I craned my neck up and used my lips to take the game piece from between her legs. 

She whispered, “Better hold onto this for me,” and I just nodded and used my tongue to rotate the figurine into my mouth, eagerly sucking her juices from it. Then, with the little dragon still in my mouth, I gave her another passionate lick, right across her clit this time, nibbling it a little with my lips afterwards.

She got on her knees beside the ottoman and leaned down and kissed me, lingering, the taste of her juices still fresh on my tongue as I looked up at her while still sprawled out on my back.

Seemingly reluctant, she suddenly pulled away suddenly after the kiss, a worried expression on her face. “I am so sorry,  I lost track of time and have to pick my daughter up in 20 minutes. I have to get ready right now. She stood up fully, straightened her panties and skirt, and reached down to caress my face.

I told her that I understood, and finally sat up, feeling far less pain than earlier. I was also, without a doubt, the most turned on I’d ever been in my life. We walked to the door together, and I wound my arms tightly around her, holding her close. We lingered together in the entryway for a long moment, not wanting to let go. Even with the sudden interruption. I was still throbbing, aching, consumed with desire. It felt incredible.

She pulled away reluctantly and headed out the door, a big smile on both of our faces as we looked into each other’s eyes one last time.  

“We’ll just talk and play some board games and get to know each other.“

Even if it had remained just that, it was always going to be more than that.

I have never wanted someone the way I wanted her that first day. Ever. 

Late that night as we each settled in before bed, she sent me a new picture of her pussy…close up, wet, her curved vibrator deep inside. It had the desired effect and we had intense VR sex, picking up where we had left off and frantically sharing three intense orgasms together. As we recovered, panting, utterly spent, I whispered, “In a magical realm my passion awakes, and artisan dragons bring me your pussy to taste.” 

She went silent. Seconds later we both burst out in uncontrollable laughter. We smiled and just stared at each other in VR for a long moment, and I couldn’t help but to start stroking myself again. I slipped back inside my toy, imagining her pussy wrapped warmly around the length of my cock, and I came again for her, hard, as she watched and listened, urging me on with her sweet little moans and gasps, telling me how much she wanted my come.

Within five minutes of cleaning up, we both had drifted off to a deep, contented sleep, relishing the feeling of just being as together as we could be in that moment. As I drifted off that night, my mind was flooded with visions and scenarios for the rest of Game Camp.