An Arcade

We walked inside an arcade that looked like something that had been lost in time, pulled straight from the 1980s. The ceilings were laced with neon lights that gave the place a crazy glowing aesthetic, while the carpet on the floor seemed to glow in places too, strange abstract patterns adorning its plush surface that might resemble a galaxy or the face of God if you’d taken enough ****.

All manner of arcade machines lined the walls from every era, from classics such as pac man to even modernish games like temple run, which I found a little strange. Many of the games also had fun peripherals, like guns painted bright colors to play shooting games with, and even whole motorcycle rigs for racing games.

“I’m kinda surprised you started off with an arcade, you know?”

I commented, walking in. Even with that surprise, I liked Trent’s choice a lot.

“Well, maybe I was just feeling nostalgic. This place is the closest I can get to the 80s after all, and I had so much fun that decade.”

He was smiling wistfully, remembering whatever he’d been up to back then.

“Hmpf, you’re old enough to be my great great great great grandfather. Quite the cradle robber trying to date me, aren’t you?”

I teased, causing him to laugh.

“Time and age starts to lose a lot of it’s meaning when you’re still just as youthful at 50 as at 20 you know. You’ll see…”

I hadn’t really thought about that before now. Just how long might I live as a Skinwalker? It wouldn’t be long before Candida was 200… could I live to see the 2100s? The 2200s? Beyond?

“… and anyway, even in all my long life, no-one’s captivated me quite like you have Alex. Maybe if we stay together, you’ll be able to coax all the reasons out of me.”

He gave a teasing, flirty look, that only seemed to be a disguise for genuine affection. I quickly turned away as I felt my cheeks redden again, not wanting him to know how much his words were affecting me as the minutes went by.

“Mhmm mhmm, anyway. What games to you want to play first?”

“I was going to give you first choice, but if you want me to pick, I guess we should play virtual tennis.”

He gestured to a large machine with plastic rackets set up for a virtual tennis match.

“Okay, you’re on, but I should warn you, I played a lot of Wii sports back in the day, so I’m quite the pro at this game!”

I flexed my arms and stuck my tongue out as I walked over, enjoying putting on a cocky struct that looked more seductive than anything else with Lisa’s hips.

Trent followed behind, enjoying the show, before taking his place by the other racket.

“You seem pretty confident… maybe we should raise the stakes a little.”

Not wanting to be seen to back down, I replied;

“Sure, I’m game.”

“Let’s play three different games in the arcade together, and whoever loses each has to do whatever the winner says. Deal?”

He smiled, as I confidently fired back;

“Deal! I hope you’re ready to lose!”

I stuck my tongue out again before the game began, certain I could do it. I had lots of wii tennis experience, and Lisa had some actual tennis experience, playing for fun in the summertime occasionally. Between my tactical skills and her muscle memory, there was no way we could lose!

I served first, and fired the ball towards the back right, hoping to catch him off guard. He replied quickly, sending a volley for the back left, which I struggled to respond to, but made it in time.

He’s so fast! And accurate…

The our next swings quickly fell into a pattern after this, me trying new things in an effort to get him unbalanced, while he responded quickly and very, very accurately. Some light fear began to percolate within me as the game progressed. I was good at this, and Lisa’s body made me even better, but it was clear Trent had the edge for the whole game.

Shit… he’s literally been alive for nearly 200 years, even playing casually over the time has given him serious experience at tennis.

I became more and more grateful this was virtual tennis as the game progressed, fearing that if it had been a real game I might have been annihilated. As it stood already he took the first set.

I have to do this! I won’t lose the second!

The somewhat dubious conditions of the bet we made and the fear they inspired encouraged me to play harder than before, only the fact this was virtual tennis preventing me from starting to sweat.

Thank goodness Lisa keeps her body in such good shape though… if I were here as myself, I definitely would be leaving tennis a sweaty mess.

I started using my knowledge of little things that featured in the game rather than real life, like certain timings of my swings affecting the ball in ways different from reality. I saw Trent being pushed back for the first time as I did so, giving me the second set of three and filling me with enthusiasm.

I can do this! All that experience can’t save you in the virtual world!

I was definitely more keyed up than I was expecting when it came to the third set. We started out even, with Trent sending one right for the middle that I sent back only to be misdirected as he fired towards the back left. The machines tinny speakers rang out;

“15 love to blue team!”

Awarding the points to Trent. By now he’d figured out what I’d been doing in the second round and adjusted his playstyle to compensate, giving him the advantage again.

Damn, he’s a fast learner…

I tried to start getting the bounce as close to the edge as possible, but he’d pre-empted this and moved swiftly to counter it, using the net to his advantage and keeping up a mix of surprise plays and regular ones just to keep me guessing. Despite my best tries, I could barely get a response in, only getting one point in the third game before he won.

Fear gripped me as the game announced his victory, knowing that I’d agreed to do anything he wanted. I set my racket back and stepped out of the machine as he followed.

“You’re really good you know, especially those plays in the second set. They definitely threw me for a loop.”

“I still lost though…”

I huffed a little, more distracted by what he might have me do than actually feeling bad about losing the game.

“Well, I mean don’t take it too personally. I wasn’t being entirely fair when I picked virtual tennis; I wore a professional tennis star for a few years in the 1950s so I built up far more knowledge and skill in the game than even most old skinwalkers. Sorry I wasn’t more upfront.”

“Hmpf, I guess that explains it.”

“Well, you know…”

He got close to me, my heartbeat quickening despite myself.

“If you want, we can get you a tennis star body too. You could play at the Australian open, the Roland Garros, Wimbledon, whatever. Having the body of a pro athlete is quite the adventure. You could be pro in the Men’s… or women’s. I know you’d look incredible in a tennis skirt as Lisa, or with a skin practically made for it.”

The fantasy of being a women’s tennis star caused my pussy to tighten a little, imagining the breeze under their tight white skirts while I played like a master. A taut body made perfect from countless hours on the court, all the money in the world, fancy events and sponsorships, and the forbidden pull of wearing a sexy women’s tennis uniform… I knew sex in one of their bodies would be incredible too. I closed my eyes just to let the fantasy play over me…

“And now, for your end of the bargain…”

He had a smile like a wolf cornering it’s prey as I gulped, fear over whatever would be asked of me building.

“Okay, fine! A deal’s a deal! What do you want?”

“I want…”

The anticipation was killing me as I started fidgeting with my fingers like Lisa always did when she was nervous.

“…a kiss.”

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“Wait, what?”

All he wanted was a kiss? That was it? After everything we’d done, I was expecting far more. I felt the tension drain away, happy gratitude taking its place over so mild a penalty being levied.

“That’s right, that’s all I want.”

He smiled disarmingly, as my eyes widened a little at such a benign turn of events, before I matched his smile with one of my own.

“Okay, I can do that!”

I stepped forward and put my forearms on his shoulders as our faces drew close, settling totally naturally into a classic position a girl would take when kissing a guy, before our lips parted and tongues entered each others mouths. I closed my eyes as I leaned into it, the tension of fear totally transforming into an elated feeling of happiness as our bodies pressed against each other and our tongues danced, exploring the contours of each other’s mouths.

I could feel my heartbeat get faster as I started losing myself to the pleasure, thoroughly enjoying each second, our saliva interchanging as a wet heat ignited down in my pussy. His lips were a little rougher than my soft, plump, girly ones but it was in a way that thrilled me, and feeling the press of our bodies almost had me feeling high from endorphins as the world beyond just us fell away.

After a few minutes, we broke away from each other, the predators look covered with a look of almost sleepy ecstasy in Trent’s eyes, while my knees felt a little weak.

“That was perfect.”

He seemed to wake from his stupor, a happy sense of purpose infusing him again.

“You aren’t such a bad kisser yourself.”

I flirted back, a happy glow permeating me too.

“Ready for round two? It’s your turn to pick the game.”

I looked out over the arcade, my gaze flitting between the machines, before I decided;