5

"Sure!" I could use a bit of a break from reading. "Lead the way," I offered chivalrously, taking the chance to stare at her ass as we walked over, holding my wrist to keep myself from stepping up and spanking it hard.

We arrived just as the previous players were finishing up. The sun was already setting. In another two moves, it was checkmate, and the game was over. They shook hands and walked away, leaving us alone. "You take white," emma directed me as we reset the board. "So how about we make this interesting, John?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"How about the loser has to give the winner a massage? A real one. I've got some oil in my bungalow."

"Today's wasn't good enough?"

"Good enough," she said, lugging her queen into position, "but not nearly long enough. Isn't it always?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. How about it?"

I surveyed the board before me: my army against hers. If I won, emma would give me a long, slow, luxurious massage. If I lost, I'd be **** to massage her naked body with oil, alone in her bungalow. I eyed my king. Maybe I could just resign right now and skip straight to the massaging part... Then again, how could I turn down a chance to have emma massage me, her hands roaming my naked body? Didn't seem like I could lose. Was there an antonym for Zugzwang? "Deal."

Our soldiers were in position. She crossed her arms, propping up her breasts and emphasizing cleavage deep enough for a team of spelunkers to get lost in for days. "Your move, John."

I opened with e4, my preferred first move. Not adventurous, but I was playing for a win, not a flashy game, and I had no idea how strong a player emma was. The pawn had more heft than I had expected. Its bottom was weighted. It gave each move an appropriate gravitas. She replied with the French Defense and we moved into the Advanced Variation.

"So we already talked about me. Tell me more about you, Mister College," she said, bringing out her queen early, to b6. She was aggressive, and maybe foolhardy. Only time would tell which. Either way, she wanted to win that massage...

"What do you want to know?" I asked. Our knights rode forwards, galloping towards the clashing of swords and the coming bloodbath.

"Just about you. I mean, I know you're circumcised..." she observed with a smirk. "But how are you enjoying college so far? You're going for statistics, right?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling. She remembered... "It's great so far. I love being on my own. The campus is gorgeous, the food is amazing, I have lots of great classmates. I mean, there's this one kid whose personal mission is to ask the most idiotic question every lecture, but besides him, I like my classmates."

"Oh, a Question Kid. There's always one. 'Uh, professor, by warmer, do you mean an increase in temperature?' What else has that word ever meant in the history of the universe? Ugh. And his stupid, giant backpack... Sorry, I'm getting off-topic. What made you pick statistics?" she asked.

I moved my bishop forward, pinning her knight before her king, hobbling it and keeping it from being a threat. I kept my eyes on the board. "Well, to be honest...you did. I really enjoyed learning it from you for Math Team. I guess I liked how it explained these big, confusing, complex things so well. I started learning some more on my own online, and I found out that I liked it a lot and was pretty good at it, too."

"You were excellent, as I recall," she said. She moved her free knight forward. I castled for protection, bringing my king behind the walls, guarded by an unbroken line of pawns. "A man after my own heart. I guess we both enjoy solving problems. That was what first drew me to mathematics, too. All the confusion in the world could be solved if you just had the correct equations." emma began her attack, capturing my pawn.

"Thanks... I can do a lot with it, too. I might go into analysis, or maybe try being an actuary."

"I think you'd be very good at either of those, John." I avenged my fallen footman, capturing his captor. She hoisted up her bishop and mulled over the board. Her hand stroked the piece up and down, rubbing its mitre, caressing its shaft, nestled between her breasts.

"That's playing dirty."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said innocently. She captured my knight and moved him off the board. "So how come no college sweetheart? You're smart, you're handsome, you give amazing backrubs...I don't see anything missing," she inquired, her eyes moving up and down my body.

Bishop takes knight. Si Deus nobiscum... "Check." I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Are there any girls there you're interested in?" she asked, her queen taking my bishop, protecting her ruler and husband.

"A few..." I admitted.

"And have you made any moves?"

"Not really..." I took her bishop with my pawn. Our forces remained equal in strength. No victor had yet emerged. Yet...

"Shy?" she asked. She looked over the board, studying it, before pushing her queen forward to c3, advancing right into the heart of my defenses and threatening my rook.

"I guess..."

"You shouldn't be," she advised me. "Sometimes you just have to make a move and see what happens. No risk, no reward."

"I know, but...I wish she'd make the first move. I never know whether a girl likes me or not, and I don't want to impose on her." I moved my rook out of danger. She castled, giving me an opportunity to move my queen forward and offer a trade, sacrificing my queen for a better defensive position.

She retreated instead. Her queen was too valuable to her future plans. "How could she not? Trust me, a little forwardness can go a long way, even if it's just letting her know how you feel. No one ever won a chess game without taking pieces."

Easy for her to say. If I looked like her, I'd never worry about rejection again. Our pawns pushed forward. My bishop threatened her castled rook. When she saved him, I moved my rook to attack her queen. I had her on the defensive. She was left reacting to my actions, unable to mount a new threat of her own.

How would she react if I made a move on her? What would she do? I thought she was attracted. She was awfully touchy-feely for just a friend. Especially a naked friend. Then again, I didn't have any other naked friends. Maybe this was normal. Was it the ****? She was the one who offered up a massage as the prize. Didn't that mean that she wanted more physicality between us? She either wanted me to touch her or to touch me herself.

I watched her move her queen to safety. "What if I make a move and she rejects me? I'm worried it'll hurt our friendship." My pawn advanced another space, offered another queen trade, but again, she declined.

"There's no guarantee it won't, but if you're not creepy about it, it usually won't. If she says no, accept it and don't push her. But what if she's been waiting for you to make a move? Then you'll both be happy."

Was she hinting at something? Her face revealed no clue. And I still couldn't shake the fear that she'd never want to talk to me again if I told her I had a crush on her. Queen to a4, rook to d8. Her rook was running out of safe spaces... "That's true..." Pawn to g4. Her knight fled, threatening its pursuer. I moved my h-pawn forward to protect it, boxing up her cavalry.

"Besides, take it from your elder, you'll regret what you didn't do in life a whole lot more than what you did do. At least you'll have tried, right?" Her queen struck, moving to e2. Suddenly, my entire **** was in danger, her queen applying pressure throughout my defensive line. My knight and pawn were both under attack. Only one of them could be saved. She smirked. "Ah, I can't wait for my massage..."

"You might have to wait a little longer," I countered. I examined the board. Her queen was a threat, but it didn't have any backup. Yet... Her knight was contained, mine was defenseless. My king's position was open, its bodyguard scattered in their pursuit of her knight, hers was defended by a phalanx of pawns and a rook. Her pieces were constrained, though, and my pawn was already on the fifth rank. What if I..? Hm... I played out various scenarios in my head, looking for a weakness in my plan of attack, but it appeared solid. But it was risky... I took a deep breath.

No risk, no reward.

I captured her pawn. My pawn's only threat now came from a pinned pawn. She couldn't take it without losing a rook, a prize big enough to compensate me for my knight, should she take it. But instead, she moved her bishop into position, providing a clear line of support between her rooks and threatening my queen. It was time.

I sacrificed my queen, taking her pawn. She looked wary, but the bait was too great to ignore. She took my queen with her rook. I captured it with my pawn, which was now just a single move away from promotion.

My knight fell to her queen. A necessary sacrifice, but one not made in vain. My rook advanced to the back row, pinning her rook, threatening her king with check. Her rook retreated to the safety of her bishop's protection, and my pawn advanced. I removed my pawn and recovered my queen from the graveyard. "I can't wait for my massage," I teased.

"You're a brute," she decried, "sacrificing your poor, loving queen for a massage!" The game's direction was now set by me. She advanced a pawn, giving her king a much-needed path of retreat. But it didn't matter.

"I knew I'd get a new one," I said, taking her rook with my own. "Check."

"That's even worse! Philanderer! Cad! Henry the Eighth Wannabe!" she giggled, taking my rook with her bishop. "Never give up, never surrender! This fight isn't finished yet!"

"Check," I replied, her bishop now among the departed. Her king made its only move. I inched my queen to the right, to the square protected by my long-dormant bishop. "Checkmate."

"Okay, now the fight is finished..." She walked around the board, looking for a possible escape, but there was none. "Alright, you win. Good game, John." I reached out my hand for a handshake, but she pushed it aside and hugged me tightly. Her soft breasts cushioned my chest, her scent wafted into my nostrils. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closely. Her body was warm and soft, filling my arms like a giant teddy bear, filling me with a sense of comfort and security, that all was right with the world. I wished I could fall asleep holding her just like this.

"So when do you want your prize?" she asked me in a low whisper.

I already have it, I thought. "As soon as possible." She pulled back, her hands lowering slightly to my hips. Her eyes met mine.

No risk, no reward.

I leaned forward. Our lips met. She closed her eyes and fell into the kiss, our bodies merging together. My hands gripped her plump ass tightly, pulling her against my swelling cock. Her hand reached up to my chest, running through my hair.