Playing dirty games

Chapter 14: High Games and Dirty Distractions

Jacob was still staring in disbelief as Jared stood in the middle of the living room, dress pulled down, flashing Jay Z’s breasts while rubbing them openly. “Holy shit, man… this is actually real. You’re really in there.”

Jared smirked, pulling the dress back up just enough to cover the nipples but leaving plenty of cleavage on display. “Told you, bro. Now quit staring like a virgin and grab the good shit. Let’s get high and figure this DMT reversal out.”

Jacob laughed nervously and went to his stash. They packed a big bong and took turns hitting it, the thick smoke filling the room. After a few rounds, both were nicely buzzed, and Jared’s already low inhibitions in Jay Z’s body dropped even further.

“Alright,” Jacob said, setting up his big TV and PlayStation. “Let’s play some Call of Duty while we talk. You still got that competitive edge even in that body?”

Jared grinned, sitting down on the couch with his legs spread wide, short dress riding all the way up. “Fuck yeah I do. But fair warning — I play dirty now.”

They started a match. Jared immediately began using Jay Z’s body to his advantage. Every time he got killed, he’d groan dramatically and stretch, arching his back so his tits pushed out hard against the tight dress. “Goddamn, these things are distracting as hell when I’m trying to aim.”

Jacob kept glancing over, clearly struggling to focus. “Dude… you’re cheating. Stop doing that.”

Jared laughed and pulled the top down again, fully flashing his breasts while still holding the controller. “What, these? Come on, bro, you’ve seen tits before. Focus on the game.” He kept playing one-handed while groping himself with the other, jiggling them right in Jacob’s line of sight. “Damn, they feel so good when I’m high. All warm and tingly.”

Jacob missed an easy shot and cursed. “You’re fucking with me on purpose.”

“Damn right I am,” Jared said, voice cocky. He stood up between rounds, turned around, and bent over to “adjust his shoes,” giving Jacob a full view up the short dress — no panties underneath. “You like that view, Jacob? Bet you never thought you’d see Jay Z’s ass like this.”

Jacob was openly staring now, half-hard in his shorts. “This is the wildest night of my life. You’re actually playing like this?”

Jared sat back down even closer, pressing Jay Z’s soft thigh against Jacob’s leg. “I’m just using what I’ve got. You’re the one getting distracted by a pair of tits and a fat ass.” He reached over and rubbed Jacob’s thigh teasingly. “Keep playing or I’m gonna make it worse.”

They started another round. Jared kept up the relentless distraction — flashing his breasts again, grinding his ass on the couch, moaning softly every time he got a kill. “Fuck yeah! See? These tits are lucky. They help me win.”

Jacob was laughing but clearly turned on and losing badly. “You’re such an asshole, Jared. Even in a girl’s body you’re still the most competitive bastard I know.”

Jared took another big hit from the bong, exhaled, and then casually slid his hand between his legs, rubbing Jay Z’s pussy through the thin dress while still playing. “Mmm, and this pussy’s getting wet from beating your ass. You gonna do something about it or just keep watching me win?”

Jacob paused the game, staring. “You’re really gonna sit there and finger yourself while we play?”

“Only if it helps me win,” Jared said with a wicked grin, pulling the dress up and openly rubbing his clit in front of his friend. “Come on, bro. One more round. Winner gets head from the loser… in whatever body they’re in.”

Jacob laughed, shook his head, and unpaused the game. “You’re on, you perverted fuck. But I’m warning you — I’m not going easy just because you’ve got nice tits now.”

Jared just laughed and kept playing, body on full display, using every inch of Jay Z’s form to torment and distract his buddy while they got higher and higher. The night was turning into something neither of them had expected — and Jared was loving every filthy second of it.