A New Game

The next day, a feeling of nervousness and anticipation hung in the air. Lucy was planning something big, and although she felt bold, a part of her—the shy girl she had always been—was terrified. She hoped with all her heart that Marco would make the right decision, because she wasn't sure she could control the situation if he didn't.

After recess, she met Marco in the hallway. She approached him, her face a mask of calm that hid the whirlwind inside.

"I have a challenge for you," she told him, her voice an intimate whisper. "After school, my house will be empty. Well, almost empty. My sister will be there, but she'll lock herself in her room to listen to music, as always."

She paused, letting the information sink in. "I asked Javier to come over to play video games. I told him to bring his console, since I don't have one, and that I'd give him a reward every time he won a game."

Marco's expression tensed. "What kind of reward?"

He knew Javier wasn't a bad player, but he wasn't an expert either. Last time, Lucy had beaten him several times. What Marco, in his naivety, didn't know was that Javier had deliberately let her win.

"I invited him for three in the afternoon," Lucy continued, her voice becoming more flirtatious. "Besides the rewards, I plan to greet him in a very special way. And you're invited too, Marco. But I'm giving you two options."

She moved a little closer, her warm breath on his cheek. "You can come before three, and stop me from giving him the full surprise. Or you can come at four, after I've played alone with Javier for a bit. You cannot come between three and four. If you don't arrive before then, you have to wait until four, or you'll have a punishment and you'll see me be even more daring with him."

The promise and the threat hung in the air. "If you arrive before three," she whispered, "you'll get the reward I have for Javier, but all to yourself. I plan on greeting him in fabric shorts, like the ones from last time, and a loose blouse... well, not that loose... and with no bra underneath."

The image hit Marco like a lightning bolt, leaving him frozen. Lucy, dressed like that, greeting Javier at her house. It would be incredibly bold.

"But that's just the initial surprise," she continued, enjoying his reaction. "If he wins a round, he'll have the right to touch my breasts for a couple of minutes. Like that, every time he wins. And I don't know, maybe after a while I'll let him touch them under my blouse, until four o'clock. But... if you arrive before, we'll greet him together. I'll put my bra on, like last time, and every time he wins, I'll give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Which isn't a big deal, considering the other option."

The mix of nervousness and an almost unbearable arousal made it hard for Marco to breathe.

Lucy leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. "You're the only one who can save his girlfriend from being touched by another man," she whispered in his ear. "Or maybe... I might end up liking his touch."

Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the hallway with a furious erection and his mind plunged into absolute chaos. What should he do? He wanted Lucy's body all to himself; it was a possessive and burning desire. But he also thought of her happiness, of the strange pact they had made. And underneath it all, an **** part of him felt terribly aroused by the possibility of him not arriving on time.

Meanwhile, Lucy walked to her next class, her heart racing. She wished with all her might that Marco would stop it. She wished that he would be the one to claim the prize, that he would decide to touch both of her breasts and be as passionate and dominant as he had been that one and glorious time.