He's Not Playing Like Last Time

In the midst of his mind's chaos, Marco made a decision. He would wait until four. A part of him, the possessive part that ate at him, wanted to run to Lucy's house and claim her as his own. But the other part, the one that had been aroused by every transgression, the one that had seen her happier and more passionate than ever, kept him in place. He had a constant erection, and at that point, he no longer knew if it was from the desire to have her for himself, or from the thrill of knowing she was being desired by others. He wanted to be the only man who could touch her, but he also wanted to see her happy.

Meanwhile, Lucy waited in her room, her nervousness making her heart pound. She watched the clock, wishing the door would ring and it would be Marco, ready to devour her and prevent the madness she herself had set in motion. But if he didn't arrive, she had to continue the game. She had to give him a story to tell, one so potent that, upon hearing it, he would end up taming her completely. That thought filled her with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Ten minutes before three, the doorbell rang. Immense relief flooded her. It was him. Marco was not willing to let another man touch his woman. She felt a wave of flirtatious power as she went down to open the door, ready to greet her conqueror.

But to her surprise, the person outside was Javier. Seeing her dressed in those shorts and that revealing blouse, he was in shock, his mouth agape.

Lucy froze for a moment, but her mind recomposed itself in an instant. The game was still on. Apparently, Marco had decided she should be naughty.

"You're early," she told him with a **** smile. "Marco will be a little late. If you want, we can start playing while we wait for him."

Javier, still stunned by her appearance, nodded. They went up to her room and he set up the console on the television. By the time they finished installing everything, it was three o'clock. Indeed, Marco wanted the game to begin. Lucy's role shifted from a girl waiting to be rescued to a flirtatious hostess. Since Marco wouldn't arrive until four, she had an hour to play with Javier.

They began, and to Lucy's surprise, Javier won the first round in a matter of minutes. The last time, she had beaten him easily. "Just luck," she told him, flirtatiously. "If you win one more time, maybe the reward will be bigger."

Javier won the second round without difficulty. Lucy, genuinely surprised, laughed nervously. "Well, I have **** but to give you your reward."

She took Javier's hands and placed them on her breasts, over her blouse. "You can touch them for a couple of minutes," she told him. "Then we'll play again. Every time you win, I'll let you touch them for longer and longer."

Javier began to caress her breasts carefully, almost with reverence. Lucy had inverted nipples, a secret only she knew, which became hard and pointed when she was aroused. But he couldn't see that through the fabric. The simple contact, however, made her body begin to react. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Marco's hands touching her. Perhaps that's why her body responded with such longing.

They played again, and Javier won again. Lucy felt more and more aroused, and a delicious fear of losing control began to invade her. They did this several more times, minutes of caresses that felt like an eternity to her. Although she imagined Marco, she knew perfectly well it was another man touching her.

"They're amazing," Javier whispered, his voice hoarse. "I want your tits so bad."

"And you're doing it so well," Lucy replied, lost in the excitement of the moment. "I like it."

They played a couple more times. Lucy looked at the time: twenty minutes to four and she hadn't won a single game. "Well, Marco still isn't here and I haven't been able to beat you," she said, feigning resignation. "So there's **** but to let you touch my breasts until he arrives, as a reward for never losing."

They continued like that for a few minutes, but Lucy felt the intensity diminish. With her eyes still closed, she whispered, "You can... you can touch my breasts under my blouse. But it's just a special occasion."

Javier didn't waste any time. And due to a mistake, for not having explained it well, Lucy felt how, instead of a discreet hand, her entire blouse was lifted, leaving her breasts completely exposed to the air of the room. She snapped her eyes open and was met with Javier's hungry gaze fixed on them. He had become the first man to see her naked breasts. The reality hit her, a mix of panic and a deep, dark arousal.

"I knew it," he said, his voice a choked murmur. "Your nipples are light pink. They're so hard."

Lucy's breasts were as white as the rest of her skin, with pale pink areolas that intensified at the tip with arousal. Javier proceeded to touch them, his touch now on her bare skin. She allowed it, feeling an even greater wave of pleasure. She moaned, a soft, high-pitched sound. That excited Javier even more. She closed her eyes again, but this time she no longer imagined Marco. She decided to simply enjoy the caresses, her own overwhelming arousal.

The room was filled only with Lucy's moans and Javier's heavy breathing. They said no words. Between moans and sighs, Javier was about to do something he might never have the chance to do again, taking advantage of the fact that Lucy was more aroused than usual. He was about to lower his head and lick the breasts that were right in front of him when a sharp knock sounded on her bedroom door.

"LUCY!" her sister's voice shouted from the other side. "Marco's outside! He's been knocking for a while!"

Lucy opened her eyes, her mind snapping back to reality. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was 4:15.