Good Times

The weeks passed too quickly. We studied, hung out with friends and each other, went on dates, all the normal things high schoolers do. Depending on who picked her from the Prize Pool meant some weeks were busier than others. I competed in the Friday games, but it was for the antics rather than any pressing need. Emma got her teasing fix when she got claimed by one of our friends and I enjoyed hearing all about the naughty things they got up to.

We stuck with that agreement like it was law. Friday night she would be off with one of the guys. Saturday was a bit more flexible, but we always made sure to hang out in some way. Sometimes we went on a date, other times we hung out with Mike or went out with random people from our group. It always ended with ‘us’ time though. How that turned out varied on the mood, but I was always given the same options. Truth, a little fiction mixed in, or roleplay. Regardless of what I picked, I always got a handjob out of it. If I managed to last the whole way through, I got rewarded with a blowjob.

Sometimes, she would treat me with a video. There was something incredibly sexy snuggling up on the couch and watching her enjoy herself with whoever picked her. Best part was at the end when she finished me off with a blowjob. Sometimes she wanted me to watch the video while she gave me a handjob. There was a strange intensity there, kinda like our lovemaking, but different in a subtle way. She would study my reactions while her hand slowly worked me over. No words, just the loving touch of her hand and the occasional look.

Our relationship wasn’t sexless, but it certainly wasn’t at the level I wanted. It was easier for Emma considering she was getting regular sex from her Prize Pool partner. I was patient and understood the situation though. This phase of our relationship was transitory and I would enjoy it while it lasted. Graduation was steadily getting closer and once school was over, Emma and I would have far more ‘us’ time available. Until then, we had our agreement to enjoy this unique dynamic with our group of friends.

Besides, it wasn’t like she was neglecting me. Emma was generous with blowjobs and handjobs and there was always time for one of those. Much to my dismay, she had a way of making them as short or long as she wanted. Always had mixed feelings when she worked her magic had me popping off in a few minutes, or the agony of her edging me along for an eternity. Those were our fun moments. No teasing. No talk or videos of other guys. Just her and me having fun together.

When I was with her, she was a needy lover. She craved those intimate moments with me. I couldn’t wait until college when we had more privacy. It wasn’t that I was complaining about making love to Emma, but I hoped when we had more opportunities we could have more casual moments instead of the intense ‘bear your soul’ moments. Sometimes I just wanted to enjoy some pleasurable fun with my girl without the intense emotions. I only really got that when I placed high enough on Friday to pick her before someone else. I think the other guys held a grudge from my same-sex pairings. Colin and Grant certainly did everything in their power to ensure Emma was picked by someone else before my turn to pick came. Grant especially. He seemed to pick her every opportunity.

As the end of school approached, it was a mixed bag knowing change was on the horizon. Sadness that the comforting routine we’d established was coming to an end, but excitement about the prospect of having more time to spend with my girlfriend. Emma and I had a good thing going and even though I didn’t really worry, I couldn’t help but feel some anxiety about how things were going to change. I was going to miss my Saturday fix of Emma telling me all about the fun stuff she got into the night before.

Mike was surprisingly serious about the whole trio thing. He mainly focused on enjoying his limited time with the other girls, but he did pick Emma a few times. It had an added perk of us being able to use my house. Mom never bothered us when Mike was over, figuring there was no way Emma and I would get up to things with him here. In a way, she was right. Emma and I never really did anything when Mike was over. Them on the other hand…