Time to wrap this up

As fun as planning these elaborate chains of choices was… you were just a man and there was only so long you could stay hard. Best to strike while the iron was hot. And hard. Actually….. wasn’t the point of striking iron while it was hot because it was soft? …. Yep you were definitely starting to overthink things! One last round and then: Sexy times!

“As a woman you can’t really go around calling yourself Derek. So would you rather have sold me the deed to this house an hour ago for five bucks making me legally your landlord or would you rather pay your rent to Kate. I really hope you pick option A by the way.”

“Then it is Option A I guess.”

“Good. good.” You nod “And you Steven. Would you rather merely pretend to enjoy having sex with a guy or that your body actually made it very pleasurable for you regardless of your feelings on the matter? ”

“If I really had to…. I guess I’d rather actually enjoy it.” Steve finally admitted with a blush.

“What!?” Mark exclaimed “Are you a fag?”

“No! I just….” Steven started “I mean if I had to….. It’s ……”

“No shaming others for their opinions please.” You came to her rescue “Mark would you rather get very vocal when pleasured or address me as Master when we are in private? ”

“There is no way I am calling you master.”

Which was pretty much the point of the second option. You were pretty sure Mark would be to proud to choose it. You like the idea of these three women very clearly enjoying your company for the next hour. And you like the idea that it will make it very hard for them to hide it from their housemates whenever they are ‘enjoying’ their new bodies afterwards.

“Fine with me. ” you nod and take another moment to take in the three beautiful girls now sitting on the bed. “I think I heard enough to make a decision.”

“And?” the former Derek asks when you don’t continue.

“I’m not really sure I want you to take my virginity right now.” The bulge in your trousers says otherwise, and you think at least Steve might have noticed it because her eyes flick downward every now and then. Or maybe she just has trouble meeting your eyes. “But…” your smile widens at the joke only you know “ after that little talk right now I think you have a real chance of convincing me if you put in some effort. Why don’t we go down to the living room, fire up that huge TV of yours, play some Smash Bros and see where things take us?”

“Yeah, sure!” Mark gives you a warm smile as she gets up “Dibs on Link.” She calls out as she skips by you, surprising you by placing an affectionate hand on your shoulder as she passes. “Come on! What are you waiting for!?” she calls out from the door when the rest of you are slow to follow. You smile. Someone seems be awfully to get eager to get out of the bedroom.

Steven and Derek trail after you as Mark leads you down the stairs to the living room. Soon after you are sitting on the couch with Derek to your left and Steven to your right. Mark – whether by design or sheer luck, didn’t get a seat beside you because she was still busy assembling the console when the seats were chosen.

After the first few rounds you start to regret having chosen a fighting game. Thanks to the choice you gave them the girls do act quite cute and flirty, giggling at all your jokes, giving you lighthearted compliments and touching you when the opportunity arises. But the last part is kind of the problem. Since the game is keeping both their hands busy these opportunities arise only sparingly. Whether it is just superior skill or her not being distracted by sitting so close to you gets first place more often than not. A fact he isn’t very shy about.

There are only twenty minutes left until they will realise what is really going on and you are not making as much progress as you had hoped. So as the current round winds down you announce “I have been thinking. Why don’t we up the ante a bit? The first one to loose has to give the winner a boon. ”

All three freeze for a moment (resulting in two lost lives), before agreeing that it sounds like a great idea. And sounding almost like they mean it.

The fighting n the next round is the fiercest yet. And ends with Steven as the first to loose the free-for-all and Mark taking home the trophy.

Not what you had been planning. But ramping things up a bit more slowly has it’s charm. And Steve is visibly relieved that he got away with getting his friend a cold drink from the kitchen.

The next round ends with Mark as the winner again, and Derek forced to proclaim him the king of games.

On the third round things go a bit different. Mark is quickly defeated by an unspoken alliance between her two friends and even the superior skills she displayed throughout the evening can’t help her. But she still managed to inflict enough of a beating on the other two that you have a good chance of emerging the victor.

Mark fidgets slightly in her seat each time you deliver a solid hit and perks up slightly when you are on the ropes. Then finally you emerge victorious.

“So?” Mark gives you a nervous smile, “What should I do for you?”

“How about a victory kiss?” Derek pipes up

“W-what?”

“We were told to show him a good time. And you didn’t contribute much yet.” Derek says with a smug smile “Steven and I did out part” she snuggles up slightly to you to emphasize her point “so now you get to do yours.” The first shot has been fired.

Mark glares at his friend for several long moments before turning to you, her features softening into a slightly strained smile “But he’s not wrong. So, would you like a victory kiss?” [reduce font ] she whispers.

You pretend to think for a moment, before returning her smile “Why yes, I think I might like that.”

“Well then, ” Mark visibly steels himself, then gets out of her chair to walk… to actually saunter over to where you are sitting with a seductive smile. She hesitates only a fraction of a second as she arrives before you and it becomes clear you have no intention to lean forward to meet her. Then she leans forward, putting a hand on the couches back to steady herself as she bows down to bring her face closer to yours “All hail the noble champion.” The fierce blush colouring her cheeks as she congratulates you with a dazzling smile is incredibly adorable. “Thank you.” You murmur as you tilt your head slightly. She obliges and closes the rest of the distance to give you a quick peck on the lips before retreating. And then, to your complete surprise, dives back in to give you a much more loving kiss.

“Wow.” Is all you can say after Mark comes up for air “I kinda expected the first one. But the second one ….. ” you trail off, partly to order your thoughts partly to savour the lingering sensation of her lips on yours.

“Yeah, well your sister told me to treat you well. So…” there is still only half a foot separating your face from Marks as she continues “… the first one …..wouldn’t do. ” she averts her eyes “And ..and if you asked I’d give you a third one. Even if it is incredibly gay. ”

“I don’t think it is.” Steven says almost to quiet to hear.

“What?!” Mark and Derek ask in surprise.

“How can me kissing another guy not be gay?” Mark asks, her head turning to look at her friend who clearly regrets saying anything.

“Yeah” you look to Steve “What do you mean?” you ask curiously.