Playing my own game

The two boys entered and couldn’t help but stare at my tits and pussy being on full display as I tapped the couch and said, “Time’s a wasting, gentleman. I mean I could just go home and do this in my room instead.” I had never seen them move as quick as they did at that moment. I began to laugh hard as they were both sporting their own erections as they sat back on the couch. It sure made me feel good knowing the power my naked body had over them. They were staring and not playing their fighting game as I chuckled while putting the pillow in front of my naked body. “You two need to learn subtlety. I’m covering up until you actually start to play your game.”

The two of them groaned as they really were more interested in the naked woman sandwiched between them. They each casually chose a character and set up the rules while seeing if my pillow was going to disappear. I was enjoying myself at how these two were begging for my nudity asap. The match started as they were clearly more focused on my pillow falling rather than the combat. “C’MONNN! I want to see some action, you clowns.” I say with a sharp tone. That was enough for them to both get back into the game as I watched them finally fight each other seriously even if it was an assbeating from Jeremy. That ass-beating got Billy’s competitive juices running again and Jeremy was no longer wanting to lose either.

I watched another match before I dropped the pillow in front of me and let out a sigh of relief. They were completely engrossed in the game again and had failed to see me playing with my own “joystick.” I wanted them to enjoy themselves so that I could enjoy myself too. “Oh shit, Jaimes…” is all Billy could say before losing another round as Jeremy comboed him into oblivion.

“Woo-ohhh…you suck, Willi-ahhh-am…” I say through my moans as my fingers encircle my clit. “Jeremy kicking your ahh-ass since uhhh…”

Jeremy chuckled and said, “Since 2018.”

Billy bumped my shoulder and said, “Worry about your own game. Jerry ain’t winning another one tonight.”

I leaned back and thrust my hip forward as I felt my euphoria rising as it felt like a normal hangout yet here I was naked and playing with my pussy. The boys had stopped playing and watched me as I hit my high score through my cacophony of moans and coos before squirting for them once again. I launched it onto the table in front of us as the sounds of it hitting a spare paper plate was all that could be heard. I slumped back down in my seat, catching my breath and opening my eyes to see my audience taking in my naked post-orgasm form. “I think I hit a high score there.”

“No shit, Jaimes! Look at the couch and you even hit the paper plate on the table,” Billy pointed out before trying to measure out the distance. “You launched it about two feet…maybe three? What say you, my good man?”

Jeremy chuckled and said, “Closer to three considering her launch angle. New record in our books.”

I chuckled and sarcastically said, “Har har har. Hurry up and get me some paper towels, Billy. I’m not having you clean this up since knowing you and your weirdness will probably try to keep it.” Jeremy nodded as Billy hopped to the kitchen. I quietly said, “I don’t think he actually would but I would be a bad house guest if I didn’t clean up my own mess.” I could feel Jeremy staring at my jiggling tits, which caused a tinge of excitement once more.

“You guys talking about how great I am?” Billy interrupted himself back in the conversation.

“Not at all,” I say taking the paper towels and cleaning between my legs as well as the couch. I get off the couch and clean the floor and the table as I feel their eyes on me once more. I stand up and feel their eyes on my jiggling tits and glistening pussy. I make my way out of the room and into the kitchen for the trash as their eyes move to my ass cheeks next. “So what’s…”

The door clicked open as I quickly hide under the table as I hear the voice of Billy’s mom arriving home. “Hi Billy! Oh hey Jeremy! And I thought I heard Jaime too. Is she here?” I could feel myself oozing under the table and thinking of needing to get to my clothes in the bathroom before getting caught.