Poll: What should happen next? Part 3, Let's Play It’s a ..

Poll: What should happen next? Part 3, Let's Play It’s a few days until you see me in person next. You’ve been hanging on to every snap I post, and now that you know what apartment I’m in - you want to go down and knock on my door. You think about it all the time…especially when you see what I’m posting. But you haven’t dared another “chance” encounter, even when you know where I am. But today it truly was chance. You come down to the lobby to check the mail, you’re waiting for a new PS5 controller. You only have one…but you plan to invite me over for gaming, since you know I’m a gamer, too. I’m already standing there in the lobby, my little mailbox open as I sort through my letters. I take the key that’s been left and use it to unlock one of the package lockers, bending over just as you round the corner. Your eyes widen when you see me, and you freeze in place as you can’t help but stare at my ass. I straighten and close the door, then turn and see you. “Oh! Hey!” I say, happy to see you. I was having a hard time meeting other people outside of you and I was hoping to catch you sometime. “I realized the other night we didn’t exchange phone numbers.” I say as I come over to you, pulling my phone out of my pocket. My phone charms jingle together as I pull up the dial screen and hold the phone out for you. Hurriedly, you take it and punch in your number. “My phone is upstairs, but you should call me so I have yours.” “Exactly what I was thinking!” I say with a smile. I hit the green *call* button and let it ring a few times before hanging up. I slide my phone back into my pocket before I hold my mail against my chest. There’s a huge plastic bag that I just pulled out of the locket and you raise your eyebrows at it. “What’d you get?” You ask, pointing to the bag. “Oh! It’s just clothes,” I say - not mentioning that the majority of it is lingerie for my content. “Nice, I’ve been waiting on a new controller myself.” You say as you head over to your box. “That’s exciting. What console do you play?” I ask, though I will judge you *heavily* if you say Xbox. “Playstation,” You unlock your box and grin when you see it in there. You pull it out, and the junk mail, and hold it up. “Hell yeah, it’s a really cool color, too.” “I’m also a Playstation player,” I say - though you already know that. “What games are you playing right now?” “I’ve been balls deep in Diablo 4 if I’m being perfectly honest.” You laugh, “What about you?” “Hogwart’s Legacy still has its hooks in me, but I found this new game I want to try…but it’s *strictly* two-player and I only have one controller, and well - no friends.” “What’s it called?” You ask. “Haven,” I say, “It looks really sweet…I don’t really know what it’s about though.” “Oh I saw that on the shop a few days ago. Would…you wanna play it together? I can bring this new controller over for a test run” You suggest. “I would love to!” I say excitedly, “I’ll get the food this time. Mine, or yours?” “Yours, mine isn’t fit for company.” You say, thinking of the pile of dishes and laundry you need to do. I laugh and nod, heading towards the elevators. “Do you want to play tonight, or…do you have plans?” I ask as I push the button. “I’m not doing anything tonight.” You say, which is a lie. Your friends are doing a raid tonight and you promised you’d be there. Oh well. This is much more important. “Yay!" I say with a big smile. “Give me like…an hour? To pick up a little.” I say, thinking of all the sex toys that are just out in the open right now. The elevator opens and we get on. I get off first as usual, waving, “Come down in an hour.” I say before heading back to my apartment to clean. The next hour is probably the longest of your life as you just sit and wait until you can go downstairs. You keep checking my story and twitter, but I haven’t posted anything new since you saw me. When the hour is finally up you hurry downstairs. I answer the door almost immediately and give you a big smile. “Welcome back.” I say, letting you in. You take off your shoes and we head further into my apartment. I’ve set up the PS5 already, it’s just waiting for us to play. “Can I get you anything to drink?” I ask, heading into the kitchen for a soda myself. “Just water is fine.” You say, going to sit on my couch. I return with our drinks quickly and sit down next to you. I haven’t stopped smiling since you walked in the door. You connect your new controller to my system before I navigate us into the game. It takes us a little while to get used to the controls, but the game is genuinely sweet and fun to play, especially once we updated our boots so we can fly. Everything is going well, until a conversation scene pops up. Kay, the male character, is telling Yu, his partner, a story. I’m allowed to pick the answers, and as the scene goes on it gets…*sexual.* He’s describing the things he wants them to do together and I can’t help but glance over at you. You’re already looking at me. You set the controller down and turn a little in your seat, “I have to be honest,” You say, “All I can think about right now is kissing you.” You’re afraid you overstepped when I don’t say anything right away, but I scoot a little closer and the panic gathering in your chest diminishes. “You can kiss me.” I say leaning in towards you. You close the distance between us, pulling me close so you can press your lips against mine. I make a little sound and it makes your cock throb. My lips are so soft against yours, and they taste like the soda I’ve been drinking. I open my mouth to invite you in, and our tongues touch which has me moaning into your mouth. You guide me into your lap, and I slide into it easily. We kiss more, and I can feel how hard you’re getting for me through your pants. The heat from between my legs radiates through your jeans. *Fuck*. You want to fuck me so badly, but you don’t want to ruin this. You want to do it right. So you keep kissing me, your hands running up my plush body until you reach my breasts. When you touch them, I gasp softly. You grin into the kiss as you start playing with them. This keeps going until we’re both panting with how horny we are for each other. From what I can feel, you’re the perfect size for me and I want it, but at the same time…I don’t want to rush into things. I don’t want to seem easy or desperate…even if I kind of am. I’m not into tinder, sex on demand isn’t my bag of tea. So in the few weeks I’ve lived here I’ve been dry, only having my toys to keep me company. I move my hips a little, grinding down against you. I pull back to look into your eyes before kissing you again, moving my hips more for the friction it earns us. You can barely stand it. Having to hold yourself back, having to go slow with me is driving you crazy. You’ve wanted me for so long…so, so long. “I want to touch you,” You say between kisses, “I want you to lay back so I can pleasure you…” I bite my lip, and again - you think you might have gone too far but I nod, moving from in your lap to the cushions. My back is against the armrest and I stretch my legs out over yours. You turn and get between my legs before you bow over me, looking down into my eyes while you think of what you want to do first. “If…I go too far,” You say, “Stop me.” “O-Okay,” I say with a nod. Now that I’m under you, you get to see a side of me no one online has - the *submissive* side. Online I come across so cock-sure, so confident but laying under you now, I’m timid and cautious. You don’t want to fuck this up, because you want to be able to do this again…and again, and again. You reach between my legs and cup the front of the shorts I’m wearing. They’re soft, and the heat radiating against your hand has your cock throbbing as you think of what it must feel like…being deep inside me. I gasp as you press your palm down, giving me more much needed friction. I need it. I move my hips so I can grind against your hand. You can feel my pulse through it, and how it quickens the longer you touch me. You lean in and press your lips to my neck and I gasp softly, reaching up to tangle my fingers in your hair. You know better than to leave a mark where people can see, and you haven’t gotten my permission for it anyway. You kiss down my neck to my collarbone, working your lips against me through the thin cotton of my shirt. I’m clearly dressed for comfort but you can’t help think it’s because these clothes are easier to access then jeans would be… When you’ve kissed past my breasts, and down my stomach you stop at the waistband of my pants. “Can I taste you?” You ask, and I look down at you with a look that makes your cock throb. I bite my lip and nod. “Yes…yes you can.” I say softly and you reach for the waistband. You pull the shorts down my legs and I lift my hips to help. Once they’re gone you’re startled to see that *I’m not wearing any underwear.* You can’t help but wonder if I was hoping for this, planning for this…was that why we were playing the game? It was a little while into it, and I said I’d never played it before so that scene was just as shocking to me as it was you. With my shorts gone, you settle onto your elbows, chest against the couch cushion as you position yourself between my legs. My lips are already glistening with my wetness with how eager and ready this has made me. You love the sight of my bush this close up and I smell like *sex*. You groan at the view, giving my thigh a kiss before trailing them up, up, up. You bury your face between my folds and I gasp as I feel your tongue against my clit. You hum in satisfaction at my reaction and do it again, circling the bud with your tongue before sucking on it gently. You lavish attention, licking across my hole…putting your tongue inside me. I grab at the couch cushion beneath me and moan, my other hand finding your hair, pushing your face further into me as I rock my hips into your mouth. While you lick across my clit, giving it your main attention you reach up and you tease my entrance just a little, circling around it before slowly dipping it inside me. I gasp, arching my back as you sink your finger slowly into me. This is it. Your dream come true. You’re the only fan who has ever gotten this chance…even if I don’t know what you really are. You move your finger in and out of me while you lick against my clit and I’m crying out for you, moaning your name as you slip a second finger inside of me. You pick up the pace, fucking me with your fingers…determined to bring me to the edge, and throwing me over it as well. You can tell when it’s coming…you can feel how my pussy quivers around your fingers and how my noises raise an octave. I’ve stopped moving my hips, but they twitch and roll instinctively under your pleasurable touch. “Fuck-” I gasp, tugging on your hair, “Fuck please, yes-” You give me more, more and more until I’m crying out, my whole body twitching as my orgasm overtakes me and splashes you in the face. You’re surprised, but only for a second before you keep going - wanting to help me ride that orgasm into another one, and you do. But afterwards I start to giggle, and the longer you do it the more I squirm and laugh. “Stop-” I gasp, both hands grabbing at your hair, tugging it back, “It’s too much-!” I say through my laughter. You pull away, wiping your chin as you sit back on your knees, looking down at me all flushed and panting. The couch under me has a wet spot, and the top of your shirt is wet as well. I blush, biting my lip as I look away from you. “Sorry…for getting it all over you.” You look down and shrug, in fact you’re quite happy that I left evidence on you. Your eyes move back to me and you watch as I look down your body, my eyes stopping at the erection your jeans are barely holding back. “Can I help you?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows. You shake your head. You want me to, of course you do. “My self control only goes so far.” You say and I blush, biting my lip as I look away. My cunt is still throbbing with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I bring my thighs together. I’m not ready to have sex with you yet, and you haven’t pressed the issue. Your phone goes off a few times in a row and you frown, looking down at it sitting on the coffee table. I scoot back and sit up, looking around for my shorts. You hand them to me and I smile as I stand to put them back on. You check your phone, it’s discord, your friends are blowing you up because you skipped out on the raid. “It’s just my raid buddies, no big deal.” You say and put the phone down, face-down on the table. “If you have something planned, don’t let me stop you.” I say, sitting back down next to you. “I’m…really happy that you came over.” “And I’m really happy that *you came*.” You retort and I blush. “They can raid without me tonight, didn’t you promise dinner?” You ask, and I nod. I hand you the remote so you can find something to watch while I go grab the take out menus out of the drawer so we can order in some food. Your cock is still straining in your pants, and when I leave you cup yourself, seeking out the friction you so desperately need. Will you be able to sit through whatever it is you decide on and keep your hands to yourself….or off yourself? You throb behind the denim as you scroll through Netflix. “Mind if I use your restroom?” You call out. I come back in and smile, pointing to the door directly at the end of the hall. “Last door,” I say as I turn to the couch, and try to clean it up as best I can. You retreat into my bathroom and lock the door behind you. You unbutton your pants and pull your cock out, taking it in your hand with a low gasp. You’re so sensitive, and already so ready to cum. You grab some toilet paper and quickly get yourself off so you can go back to me, and focus on whatever it is we’re doing. You wash me off your hands before you head back out to the living room. We decide on Chinese, and the new season of the Witcher. We get a good three episodes in before I yawn and stretch. “I think it’s time to say goodnight,” I say at the end of the episode. “I…had a great time with you.” I say, leaning over to press a kiss against your cheek. “Don’t think I’ll forget about returning the favor,” I say in a seductive tone, “I want to make you cum, too.” You bite you lip and nod, standing up from the couch. “Next time,” You say. “Next time,” I echo before you leave for the evening.