Turning the game in my favor

The next morning, I woke up feeling almost sick to my stomach. It had gone beyond teasing, and Emma was now taunting and tormenting me with her tricks like the bait and switch last night. It was like when Mike was GM during a game of D&D and made all the treasure chests boobytrapped, knowing full well we had no rogue to disarm them. Eventually, I managed to capture a goblin and **** him to open the chests. There had to be a way to gain an advantage in Emma's "game" as well.

I **** myself to take a step back and analyze my situation objectively.

Fact 1: Emma was being like a sadistic GM who was in charge of the game and making all the rules. But there was no way I could quit; I was to too addicted.

Fact 2: She wasn't dating anyone, so I could probably safely deduce that the guy she was sucking off was just another guy playing her "game" who was just further ahead of me. I wasn't into sports, but I was very competitive when it came to games or even tests at school.

Fact 3: Emma didn't want money so I couldn't bride her to get ahead. Threatening to withhold the study sessions wouldn't work either - besides, I enjoyed those too much. I needed more information.

Information! That's it! I felt a little bad about what I was planning, but then I remembered who I was dealing with and that my very sanity was at stake. "It's like getting a strategy guide for a game," I muttered to myself as I opened my laptop and began programming. "I won't use the information for anything else."

Two hours later, I was ready. I had written a program that, when opened, would secretly go through all the messages and pictures on Emma's phone, send them to my computer, then immediately delete itself.

>Here's the notes from yesterday's math lesson

I secretly embedded my program into the end of the text file I sent Emma

>Thanks Issac! Glad there are no hard feelings about yesterday

>No everything's cool

In fact, things were going to get a whole lot better. Sure enough, text messages and pictures were sent to my laptop a few minutes later. There was a lot, and I pored over them like I was studying for my SATs. Apparently from her recent texts, she was currently playing the game with two other people: Derek, the football quarterback, and a guy named Mike who didn't go to our school. Mike was the one she was sucking in the picture she sent me. There were also lots of texts between her and her friends, but I only scanned most of them briefly before deleting them. I didn't want to invade her privacy TOO much. One message DID catch my attention though.

> Sarah: How was it at Derek's last night?

> Emma: I didn't let him go all the way, because he refused to wear a condom. Who knows how many cheerleaders he's slept around with!

> Sarah: good for you! I bet that pissed him off though!

> Emma: yeah, but I let him play with my tits, so he didn't complain TOO much. I wish he had played with my nipples though, they get SO sensitive.

> Sarah: I love when my BF sucks my tits and uses his tongue on my nipples!

> Emma: Can I borrow him sometime? Haha, can you believe I've never had a guy suck on my tits?

> Sarah: sorry, he's all mine!

I got hard after just reading the texts, and after looking at her new pictures, I had to relieve myself again