A Date and a Show

The two of you cuddle on her bed for a while, careful to never escalate it to sex. After this morning, you feel sated, even as the flowers push you to a mild heat. The only problem with the cuddling is that it leaves your mind to wander. Which only serves to make you nervous. Would the app ruin moments like this? Maybe tomorrow, Rebecca would be told that she had to be 100% more ****, 100% less girlfriend. There is also the very real problem of not knowing what more will be added to the cacophonous symphony of rules, items, punishments.

Rebecca senses your distraction. "Hmm, I guess we have been cuddling a lot. I'm just a bit of a cuddler. But we can do something else, if you want. I suggested playing games as a first date. Would you like to try that?" Thankful for an excuse, you nod.

The two of you walk over to her desk, with its GAMER™ chair. It's thankfully white and not some garish color, but still has the useless pillow, the firm leather that feels like it doesn't give at all under your weight. She opens her Steam by kneeling in front of the computer, before letting you choose a game. Which goes about as well as you'd expect for a first date.

Your words betray it, as you sit in her chair. "Uh, so what would be good? I haven't really played much. I had a gameboy, and a ps2. But uh, I don't really know very much." She laughs, before she goes into a list of a few games. Yesterday, she'd been playing Stardew Valley, as it sort of lent itself to mindless clicking. There is also Skyrim, if you want something a bit more serious than a farming simulator. She listed countless things, but each of them seemed to be in some way mindless.

Finally she scrolled down to T. "Oh, there's Transistor. It's a story game, about a world that's falling apart with a noir style setting. It's sort of a bit sad, but the presentation is very good. It's pretty short..."

"It sounds good. I sort of would've liked to watch a movie, but we know how the internet and tv are now. I guess this would be the closest to that..." You click it, if only just to stop the talk. To actually get into it, as this date feels like it's straining under the weirdness you find yourselves in. If you had to hear her say, "Oh, it's a multi-player game, but there's probably no servers..." one more time, you might just snap.

There are some bumps to this game as a date game. First off, the dead man in the opening scene, the talking sword. But the game's melancholy brings you in. It somehow feels perfect, playing this in a shadow world of harsh rules and breaking minds, of agency and the lack there of. The world in the game is a computer program, and the way you attack is by programming, it almost feels like an apt metaphor for what you are doing in real life. But with such artistry that you can escape there. Live there.

Rebecca is there all along the way, making comments. Supporting you as you struggle with the controls after your atrophying gamer skills betray you into a game over screen. Commiserating with you as you tell her how it feels like you're not saving the world, but merely a bystander, watching it's end. "Yeah, it's a beautiful story. I wasn't sure when you picked it, but it seems like you're enjoying it."

After about 4 hours, you save. You stretch as you close out the program. Your words ache as you stretch against the unyielding chair. "So, only a little bit left, right?" "You're about halfway," Rebecca smiles, as she looks up at you. "Maybe three quarters." You can't help but sigh. "I thought you said this game was short?" "Well, in gaming, anything shorter than 24 hours is short, anything shorter than 2 hours is a demo. At least, that's what the refund policy says."

She swivels you on your chair, until you are in front of her. "Now, I know we've been having fun, but I've seen you straining. It's not good to ignore that." Her hand goes to your cock. You'd been trying to ignore it, to have some form of a normal date, even if your gamer girlfriend leading you through it was naked and collared. Your cock was hard. The flowers had pushed you, and looking at Rebecca only made you harder. You'd been playing for about an hour with an erection that came and went, and finally it was what made you stop.

You sheepishly acknowledge it. "I know, I've seen enough viagra commercials to know it's not healthy. But I don't want to just have sex all the time. You need to rest after losing two virginities in one day. I just want to have some semblance of normalcy..."

Her hand squeezes your leg. "Stop thinking of what this relationship should look like. Just do what you feel. Stop overthinking it. And what I want to do right now is give you a blowjob."

She pulls your hand up, until you stand. You walk to her bed, sitting down after taking off your pants. Your cock is ready for her, dripping with pre-cum. You'd really tried to delay the inevitable, and now you can feel your blood pulse in your hard, straining cock, as you finally give in.

Her mouth is warm as she she takes it in, her lips sucking on your head. She pushes deeper, deeper, until you hit her throat. Only for her to stop and cough. Your hand goes to her, as you worry about her. She gasps out an apology. "I'm sorry. I just... everything has been going well so far, that I wanted to show you some amazing oral skills. But truthfully, while I've been playing with my ass and stretching it, and I've always been pretty sensitive in my pussy, I haven't really been with a guy orally for about 5 years, and back then I was pretty terrible at it. I just, after all of the good times today, I thought maybe I'd deepthroat you, and it'd go well."

It's now your turn to ease her doubts. "Hey, go at your own pace. I'm not some exacting master. I'm just Rex. And you're just my girlfriend, not some A+ sexpet with years of training." She nods, before she takes you into her mouth again.

It's slow going, as her hand wraps around the cock she can't fit in her mouth. Still, you are very hard, and she is very **** to please. Her tongue work is sloppy, but enthusiastic, and her head bobs so fast that you wonder if she's getting dizzy. Still, there are all the telltale signs of amateurish scuff. You wince as her teeth occasionally touch your cock, bouts of coughing occur whenever it touches the back of her throat. Compared to the first two times, this is what awkward first sex is all about.

But it happens. After about five minutes, she finally gets you to cum. She takes it into her mouth, swallowing every drop as you do it. You only realize afterward that might've been a mistake, as she flops to the floor, her body laid out, a look of bliss on her face. She drank your cum for the first time, and now the cum candies are putting her through her own form of bliss. You'd just given her the first dose of her ****, one that she'd be addicted to for the rest of her life.

And then something terrible happens. You hear a knock at the door. "Hey, are you in here?" Erica's voice comes through the door. Shit. She's cleaning the rooms, and now you have Rebecca stoned out of her mind. You try to think, coming up with a plan.

"Come in." Erica enters to see you on the bed with the blanket covering your crotch, Rebecca on the bed also in the blanket, almost asleep. Or at least that's how it appears. She coos softly, as your cum fills her with euphoria.

Erica doesn't speak, instead starting to vacuum. She's as quick as she can be, but it is still awkward, as you sit there with your girlfriend, as your roommate in her sexy outfit vacuums everything, wipes every surface with a wet cloth. Finally, she comes over to the bed. She asks Rebecca. "Do you need anything else?" Rebecca moans, but tries to answer. "What? No, no, everything's fine..."

You are shocked as you see Erica moan, falling to her knees in front of you. To the place Rebecca had just left. Her hand goes to her crotch, as you watch her body shake with pleasure, not an orgasm, but a teasing on her clit.

And then it's over. She stops moaning, growing red, before she stands up. And then she leaves. And then, just when you think it's over, you hear something through the door. A yell, and then a voice. "Maids only enter a personal room with their occupant inside. No cleaning without supervision." The voice is dark, distorted. It is the one that torments Erica in her trainings, and apparently it can speak in the real world, not just in her mind.

So it is that a sheepish knock follows once again. "Rex... I need you to come to your room. Apparently the belt..." She stops, not wanting to tell you the belt shocked her on her hip, before the belt spoke. The asshole voice had told her the mistake, one she didn't even know was a rule. I mean yes, it only gave points after the owner said it was good, but...

"Fine. Step outside, I need to get dressed." You catch her looking at your crotch, looking at Rebecca. Wondering if you'd just fucked her ****. But soon, she nods and walks out of the door.

You put on your pants, before stepping outside. Erica stands outside of your door, like some vampire who can't enter without being invited in. You step inside, only for her to follow you.

Her usual routine of half-hearted cleaning follows. You can't help but ask, wanting some conversation. "So is Olivia not your guard anymore? I thought I can't be trusted." Erica answers, a bit of emotion entering her voice. "We had a bit of a fight an hour ago. And there's the new rule, so I should be safe."

The argument was... awkward. It had started when Erica wanted to press the green button again. She was horny, and it's not like sucking the cock was really that much less humiliating. She had said she'd go yellow, but it must be the plants... right? Then Olivia had gone back to their room and wanted Erica to fuck Olivia for her own orgasm with a strap-on. But Erica had... just not been up to it. After being battered down, milked and fucked, she just didn't want to fuck Olivia, she just couldn't get into the right headspace. So Olivia had masturbated, while Erica watched. She'd tried to sound sexy when she came, but Erica had only simply acknowledged it, like somebody asking about the weather. That's when the yelling began about an hour ago.

"Hello." You say this to her, as she looks lost in thought. She shakes her head. "It's nothing." She cleans up, finally finishing. Or at least, that's what she thinks. "Actually, could you wash my bedding? It's sort of dirty, and I want to be able to come back with Rebecca over here."

You can't help but wonder if you've gone too far. Your bedding, smelling of you and Rebecca's lovemaking, needs cleaning. And it is Erica's job. Still, it's a bit awkward.

She looks at the bedding with disgust. Before she sighs. "Fine." She takes your bedding off your mattress. She walks near you. You tell her what she needs to hear, as you don't want to stand here for her to come back. "After that, you should be done. No need for me to stay here..." You try to get out the second sentence, as Erica collapses to the floor, her body overcharged as the belt vibes her clit for being a good maid. She falls onto the bedding, her body engrossed in pleasure.