Ashley's Head is not in the Game

Ashley could barely focus on the match. Even as James took her second stock she was acutely aware of the movement of her breasts when she launched an attack or tried to block against him. Even though she knew he was watching the screen and not her jiggling form, she occasionally couldn’t help glancing over, half hoping to catch him looking at the curve of her back, or her thighs, or her panties.

She thought about the bulge in his boxers and felt a little exhilarated sense of pride that him seeing her breasts had caused his erection. They had both tried to pretend it meant nothing, but she really wanted to win this match and to see him pull his underwear down. Would he be horrified at the thought of being completely naked in front of her? Would he even go through with it?

Ashley’s mind drifted to the image of James sitting there naked, his hard member pointing up in the air. She wondered what it would look like. She wondered how it would feel in her hand. Would it be hot to the touch or would his skin be cool? If she held it would she feel it throbbing slightly?

She wasn’t really even watching as James launched her character off the screen with a smash attack, his cheers and laughter bringing her back to herself.

‘You lose, Ashley!’ he cried out. ‘You lose the match and your panties!’

She looked at him, her controller held loosely in her lap. Her face was hot as she saw his grin turn to concern for a moment, obviously torn.

‘Look, you don’t have to do this. We can stop the game now if you like.’

Ashley felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through her. The last thing she wanted to do was to strip naked and expose herself to her best friend. But at the same time she knew she was very turned on by that same idea. She suddenly really wanted him to look at her, to devour her petite body with his eyes; she wanted him to want her. She wanted to carry on and get him naked. Glancing from his shoulders, past his toned abs to the large tent in his underwear she knew she really wanted to see his cock, to see exactly how hard it was, how he responded to her nakedness.

‘Ashley,’ he spoke softly, ‘are you okay?’

She smiled nervously, placing the controller next to her. ‘Fine,’ she croaked, ‘just psyching myself up.’ A slightly more confident smile.

Ashley toyed with the idea of walking over to her friend, swaying her hips and leaning forward as she slowly slid her panties down over her thighs. Or perhaps bending at the waist and wiggling her ass in his face as she shimmied out of her underwear. Of course she couldn’t do either of those things, instead shuffling her bottom in place and sliding her knickers out from under herself whilst trying not to let him see anything indiscreet. She wanted him to stare at her hard nipples, but tried to keep them shielded from his view with her arms. She wanted to see his dick twitch when he saw her shaved pussy, but kept her body turned sideways so he wouldn’t get a glimpse. She wanted him to check out her round bottom, but stayed seated so he couldn’t.

She looked over at James who was watching her with… what was it? Concern? Admiration? Lust? She just couldn’t tell.

She wanted him to stand up and walk over, to spread her legs and hold her wrists tight as he pressed his weight down on her, his body pushing her into the bed. She felt paralysed, her mind racing and her body aching to be touched. She squeezed her thighs together a little, enjoying the sensation of the tiny waves of pleasure moving through her abdomen.

Ashley picked up her controller and smiled at James.

‘Okay. Next match.’

James blinked comically, his mouth opened but no sound came out for a moment. ‘But…’

‘But what?’

‘But I think I won?’

‘Tell you what,’ she hoped she sounded more confident than she felt, ‘We carry on with the Strip Smash, but if one of us is already naked,’ she gestured at herself, emphasising the fact that she was already naked, ‘we have to do a forfeit.’

One side of James’ mouth turned up in a smile. ‘What kind of forfeit?’

‘That’s up to the winner.’

James smiled broadly, and Ashley thought she saw his bulge twitch a little as he held his controller in both hands. ‘Game on, loser!’