GB96 s2 - Rent the game

The plan to make Ellen’s night special is simple: you and Stef just need to ‘accidentally’ discover her cock and make a big deal about it. The trouble is that she’s so modest, even when it’s just the three of you. Even with the ridiculous way that you and Stef, mostly Stef, act.

The game was a good choice: it is terrifyingly spooky in Stef’s dark bedroom. The three of you huddle together in front of the TV as Ellen’s sweaty hands manipulate the controller. You all shriek as a zombie bursts out of a wardrobe.

“Oh my god, shoot him!”

“I don’t have bullets!”

“Run!”

It’s a lot of fun, but nobody’s getting laid like this. Stef has gotten distracted by the game. It’s up to you to make something happen. You slip away to the bathroom and return in your underwear. That’s enough to distract Ellen, but it’s not enough.

Stef, for once, takes the hint.

“It is hot in here,” she agrees, pulling off her shirt. That’s even more stimulating for Ellen because Stef isn’t wearing a bra. She lies back and lifts her legs to wiggle out of her shorts. Ellen nervously takes a drink of Zima.

“I think we need a key,” she says, tearing her eyes away from Stef. You and Stef crowd her a little. “I think we have to push around that statue on the first floor or something.” She’s blushing and hunching forward, probably to hide an erection.

You choose patience and Stef follows your lead. You both cling to Stef and hang on her as she plays so that she feels some skin. It’s hurting her concentration on the game, but she’s still figuring it out.

Predictably, Stef runs out of patience first.

She theatrically spills her Zima all over Ellen’s front and shorts.

“Whoa!” Ellen cries out.

“Oh no!” Stef is the worst actress. Terrible. Just terrible. But you have **** but to back Stef’s play. You join her in pouncing on Ellen.

“You gotta get these off,” you say.

“Whoa? What’s this?” Stef ‘accidentally’ felt Ellen’s erection when she was grabbing for her shorts. She is so bad at this, but Ellen’s too flustered to notice.

“What? What is it? Show us,” you demand, helping Stef. Together, you yank Ellen’s shorts down to expose an unexpectedly big bulge in her boy’s briefs.

There’s also an unexpectedly large wet spot. Did she cum?

“Oh my god!” Stef shrieks, pulling the briefs down despite Ellen’s protests. The erection that springs out is as fat as a Zima bottle. It’s shorter than yours and Stef’s, but your heart stops at the sight of it. Holy shit. And that’s precum: tons of it. It’s dribbling from the head of Ellen’s cock right in front of you.

Ellen turns bright red and covers her face.

“Oh my gosh,” you say. Ellen’s penis twitches and precum stains her t-shirt.

“You were hiding this?” Stef asks shrilly, prodding it with a finger. Ellen whimpers. “Wow.” Stef rubs the slick precum between her fingers, smiling at you. “Look at her.”

“I see it,” you say. Your heart is still racing. No one says anything. You and Stef boast erections of your own, but seeing Ellen like this has awakened other parts of you. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly self-conscious. Ellen is exposed to you, but you’re also exposed to her. You’re all breathing hard.

The game is still running on the TV. The character stands in a big room where a grandfather clock is heard ticking.

Stef sits there, staring with wide eyes.

Somehow, your thumb has gotten into your mouth. You’re biting it. The moment is frozen, but not for long.

Take Ellen’s virginity?

Or let Stef do it?