Matt... in a manner of speaking

"Eh, I have no suggestions," Matt said with a shoulder shrug, loading a save. "Maybe give me mad gaming skills so I can tell idiots online to suck it?"

Jake laughed and shook his head. "You call us idiots either way, man, but fine," he said as he began typing.

'Matt is a high skilled gamer,' Jake began writing before pausing and glancing over at Matt for a second, a shoulder devil whispering into his ear. '-pervert tomboy with a very high libido and no shame,' he finished typing and pressed enter.

The text disappeared and some text began pulsing in the middle of the screen: 'Recharging, ready in 47 minutes.' Jake glanced over at Matt, but nothing seemed to have changed. "Well, that's a whole lot of nothing."

"You tried writing something?" Matt asked, glancing over at Jake and giving him a raised eyebrow, her face covered in a thick layer of E-Girl make-up.

"Just what you asked for," Jake replied, putting his phone on the table and picking up the joystick.

"Liar," Matt said, wetting her pronounced lips and repositioning herself to sit cross-legged in the couch. "Besides, it's redundant to make me a better gamer, a real idiot move in fact," she said as she gave him a look as if he wasn't anything but a hunk of meat to be tossed onto a frying pan.

"I'll learn from the best idiots I know," Jake said and poked Matt in the waist with a finger, eliciting a fake moan designed to get him blushing at the thought of his parents bursting through the door at the sound of it.

"Don't poke me there, bro! Play fair and win by pushing the right buttons," she said as she selected her fighter in the fighting game they were trying to get good enough at to win prizes. Jake wasn't half bad, but Matt usually played with characters they weren't good at to let him have a chance.

"Fucking hell, yes!" Jake said after half an hour of failure, winning a round but losing the match for at least twenty matches now. But, at last, He had hit a combo and Matt hadn't gotten out of it in time to stop him from beating her.

"Aw, I guess there's hope for you still," Matt said as she paused the game and slid off the couch onto the floor.

"Hah, I sure hope so, I have a life ahead... of..." he said, his bravado faltering as Matt shimmied between his legs and massaged his thighs. "What are you doing, Matt?"

She pulled her face up to his, smiled as she held his gaze for a second and pecked him on his lips. "You deserved a prize, and I'm thirsty for some more gamer juice. Win-win for the both of us, right?" She said as she began unbuckling his pants, pausing after a second. "If you don't mind, that is?" she asked as she looked up, letting her body slide slowly down so her head was closer and closer to his crotch.

"...Well if you put it that way," Jake said with a shrug, helping Matt by unbuckling his pants and glancing nervously at the door, hoping he'd locked it.

"GG EZ," Matt cackled as she got her hands on Jake'sdick, taking a deep sniff. "Fucking hell, the gamer is strong in this one!" she said as she scrunched her eyes together at the musk.

"Shit, I should have showered, I wasn't expecting this kind of ownage today," Jake said in an apologetic tone, but Matt didn't let him get up.

Instead, she spat on his dickhead and stuffed it into her mouth, moisturizing the entire thing.

"Authentic gamer juice is an acquired taste, bro," she said after lathing his dick, then she went back to really work on it with her mouth and hands. "Bet you half a pizza you won't last two minutes," she said after ten seconds of impressive dick stimulation. "Also, moan and talk a little dirty to me, I like to hear my work is appreciated."

"Uh, I'll do my best," Jake said, already blushing as his heart had begun racing. He was probably going to owe Matt half a pizza within a few minutes.

(Pic: OliviaJarden)