Ashley Loses Again

As the match started Ashley wondered why she had made such a reckless suggestion. She admitted that she was enjoying this game of theirs, and didn’t want it to end. But what if she lost? Did she want to find herself at James’ mercy? To find herself naked in front of him and in a position where she had to do whatever he told her to? Actually, the idea made her nipples tighten and her pussy feel tingly. Yes, she admitted, the thought was really quite exciting and made her heart race.

And she also really wanted to get James naked. She would give anything to see him hook his thumbs into his boxers and push them down over his strong thighs. She imagined his tight stomach muscles flexing as he leaned forward to drop his shorts, and licked her lips slowly at the thought of his cock springing up as the waistband slipped down, bouncing until the pink, glistening head pointed right at her. She pictured him trying to cover himself with his hands, embarrassed, and she would walk to him and gently move his hands away before curling her fingers around his hard shaft.

Once again James cheered loudly, and Ashley realised he had defeated her once more. Shit. She had been lost in her thoughts again. Her heart pounded as she realised she would have to do whatever James told her to.

James was still laughing as she placed her controller down on the bed next to her and turned to face him. She could feel how hot her face was, she must be the colour of a tomato.

‘Okay,’ she croaked. ‘What’s my forfeit?’

James paused. Maybe he was thinking about making her run around the building naked? Maybe he wanted something more private, perhaps for her to dance for him? Despite her feeling as though her heart was about to burst out of her chest, she knew she would do anything he told her.

His eyes were unseeing, pointed up to the ceiling as he thought, then he focussed on Ashley and spoke confidently. ‘Bring me your shirt,’ he ordered.

A little confused, Ashley bent to collect her top from the floor next to the bed. Holding one hand over her crotch and the shirt over her breasts she walked the few steps to where James sat. She couldn’t take her eyes off the tent in his boxers. It was difficult to tell just how big his dick was under the shorts, but she could see a wet patch, causing the cloth to form around the shape of the swollen head. She wanted to bend down and taste him, to feel him twitch against her tongue. Instead, she quickly passed her t-shirt to him and pressed her arm once more across her breasts.

‘Turn around,’ he instructed, folding the shirt into a thin strip. Ashley felt him stand behind her, then he covered her eyes with the folded shirt and tied it together behind her head. She gasped, her breathing quicker. What did he have in mind?

Unable to see now, her other senses seemed immediately more aware. She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders and trembled at his breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear. ‘Now bring me all the other clothes you’ve just taken off.’

Still covering her pussy and breasts, Ashley gingerly stepped toward the bed. She knew the layout of the room pretty well of course, but still it was hard to judge the distance. She bent forward, uncovering her breasts to wave one arm in front of her at roughly the height of the mattress. She heard a rustle and creak of the chair as James sat down, felt his eyes devouring her. Was he stroking his cock, she wondered, watching her? Maybe he had pulled his boxers down and was holding his erect penis right now? She hoped he was taking in every curve of her hips and thighs, every movement of her ass as she shuffled forward. Ashley realised suddenly that she still had one hand between her legs but was bent over with her butt pointed right at her friend. She should reach behind to cover her ass crack but actually it felt good, her hand cupping her sensitive wet pussy.

She found the bed and felt around for her panties near where she had been sitting. The edge of the bed was still warm where she had been sitting, and with a little thrill she placed her hand directly onto a small wet patch. Having found her panties she crouched down, finding one shoe instantly. Then her shorts and both socks. Shuffling forward she found the other shoe and stood to face James with the bundle of clothes covering her pussy. Now she imagined him staring at her boobs, thinking about holding them, squeezing them, biting her hard nipples. God, she really wanted to jump on him, pull his cock out and feel it stretching her open as it slid inside.

Bending forward again, she shuffled back toward her friend waving one arm in front at about the level of his chair. If she were lucky maybe her hand would ‘accidentally’ land right on his hard cock as she neared him.

No such luck, though. From just ahead she heard him say ‘stop,’ and she stood upright, holding out the bundle of clothes. James stood and took them from her and she immediately heard him drop them behind his chair.

‘You missed one,’ he said. ‘Your bra. That means you failed your forfeit and need another one.’

Ashley was disappointed. Although it was silly, she had wanted to do well with the challenge.

‘Put both hands on your head.’

Ashley did as instructed, knowing that she was now completely exposed. Her breasts felt good, thrust forward slightly by her posture. Her skin felt so sensitive, she could almost feel James’ eyes gliding over her boobs and down her abdomen. A tiny breeze made her shiver and she wished to feel his breath on her mound as he leaned in to lick her pussy. She yearned to feel him pinch a nipple between his finger and thumb.

She smelled his cologne as he leaned in close. ‘I think you should keep the blindfold on,’ he said. ‘But that means you can’t play Smash any more so I guess we should just go straight to the dares, taking turns.’

He paused and Ashley felt as though she might cum right there.

‘Your turn, Ash. Is there anything you want me to do?’ She heard a smile in his voice.

She laughed. Damn right there was.