My friend found my collection of adult-themed games...
...and I kinda went for the high score.
Sooo this one happened back when I lived in student housing in college, sort of in the early evening when I was in the middle of some intense doom scrolling on my phone, lying on my bed in a baggy white t-shirt that hung down to my thighs and a pair of long grey socks that came up to my knees.
“It’s open,” I called out. A few seconds later, the door opened and Lex stepped inside, giving me a sheepish wave.
“Hey,” he said. “My laptop died and I need to finish that history assignment. Can I use yours?”
“Sure,” I said, gesturing toward my desk. “You know the password, right?”
He nodded, kicking off his sneakers by the door. He crossed the space to my desk and sat down, and I rolled onto my stomach to watch him as his fingers moved across the keyboard.
“What’s this?” he clicked on something in the bottom toolbar. “Jesus, Sarah!”
“What?” I asked, my stomach dropping. Had I left my nudes open? A porn tab? “What are you snooping around for! I thought you were writing a history assignment!”
“I’m not poking around! It’s your gaming account. You left it open!” he chuckled. “Damn, you’ve got a lot of games here.” He clicked through my library, his eyebrows rising higher with each game title he read. “Holy shit. What are these games? ‘Lustful Academy’? ‘Wet Dreams College’? ‘Puzzle Slut’?” He turned to look at me, a grin spreading across his face. “I knew you’re a gamer but...I didn’t know it was this kind of stuff…”
I felt my cheek get hot. I tried to shrug.
“They’re just games,” I mumbled.
“These aren’t *just* games,” he laughed, clicking on another one. “’Big Boobed Maid Service’? Really?”
I felt my face burning with embarrassment. They were stupid, I knew that, but…horny is gonna horny.
“’Cumming Home for Christmas’? ‘Naughty Nurses Need Love Too’?” He was grinning now. “Ohh, what’s this one? ‘Titty Tycoon’? What’s that? Roller Coaster Tycoon but with titties?”
“Um...kinda, yeah.” I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Suddenly, my outfit seemed less casual and more slutty, the top of my thighs on display, only the thin fabric on my oversized T-shirt separating him from seeing my underwear.
“You’re a freak, you know that?” he teased.
“Shut up!” I moaned, burying my face into the pillow theatrically and then throwing it at him. “You’re embarrassing me!”
He batted the pillow away and continued to read. “’Hentai High School’? ’Bondage Babes’?” He clicked on one of the games, and I could hear the faint sounds of moaning from my laptop’s speakers. “Jesus, this is just…porn.”
I should have told him to stop, to get out of my dorm room, to mind his own business, but hearing him read the titles, seeing him look at the images I had slowly edged my pussy to whilst playing, my naughty little secret nighttime activity, was making me feel some sort of way…
“’Slut Simulator 2023’?” he read, his voice dropping slightly. “What do you even do in this one? Walk around looking for dicks to suck?”
“Well, yeah. Kinda,” I laughed. “You have to like…get points for choosing the sluttiest outfit combinations and…whatever. It’s just dumb. I haven’t even played it really. ”
“Hmmm…” he said. “And I suppose you haven’t played ‘Anal Adventures’ much either?”
I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the dampness starting to seep through my panties. Just thinking about those games was getting me going, but this wasn’t the time or place for it.
“What about ‘Cream Pie Cuties’?” He laughed. He was really laying it on thick now, enjoying my discomfort. “You really get off on this shit, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I just shifted slightly on the bed, my movements awkward and embarrassed, my t-shirt riding up a little, exposing the black panties beneath. I quickly pulled it down, but not before I caught him looking.
“Did you learn that move from ‘Exhibitionist Ecstasy’?” he teased. “I saw you racked up a few hours on that one…”
I felt another flush of embarrassment, but I was fully wet now, the fabric of my panties clinging to my pussy. I rolled onto my side, facing him.
“Keep going,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He turned to look at me, surprised. “What?”
“Keep reading,” I said, a little louder this time. “The titles. Maybe one of the descriptions…”
He frowned, confused. “I thought you were embarrassed.”
“I am,” I admitted, my cheeks still burning. “But…” I sighed with frustration. “Just keep reading them…”
“Why?” he said. “Do you…like it?”
I sat up fully, the thin t-shirt clinging to my breasts, outlining their fullness. I felt my legs open a little, instinctively. “No comment.”
Lex stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then slowly, he turned back to the screen. “What about this one? ‘Whore Wives’?” he read, his voice lower. “Behind the perfect picket fence lies a world of forbidden pleasure. Whore Wives lets you experience the secret lives of women who play by day and sin by night. Explore a neighborhood where every prim and proper housewife has a dirty secret and an insatiable appetite for the forbidden. Can you handle the truth behind their wedding vows?”
I shivered, rocking backward a little, feeling the ball of my heel against my soft lips. My nipples were hard now, pressing against the thin fabric of my bra and t-shirt. I could feel them aching for attention.
“Read another one.”
[The rest of the story and another picture lies beyond the paywall . It is a picture where you can almost very nearly kind of if you squint but still not quite see my nipples]