Gaming with... Benefits?

When you forget you're transformed into a bombshell of a woman, time flies by quickly. Drey and I went from 3 PM to 5 PM with basically just Elden Ring and our repertoire of fighting games. The dreads in Drey's head bounced slightly whenever he looked out to see me jumping around after winning three matches in a row. There was a tension out in the air between us, but not me and not him were willing to acknowledge.

We had a brief stop, had a few snacks and got to interact with Drey mom's boyfriend - a guy whose name I still don't know, but everyone calls him Fleabag, and that's quite the nickname - with the guy just watching us play for a while and then going to the back of the house, do some yardwork he said.

"Hey Mari, wanna do something interesting?"

"A bet? Not sure if I should bet anything considering the last days."

"I wasn't gonna ask that. I was going to have you prank Francine. Or Giullia."

"Dude, I know them for a grand total of basically 3 days. I don't think I can prank them..."

"C'mon, they're nice chicks, they can handle it. And didn't they make you catfish an old officer?"

"Don't mention that, he called me darling and spoke spanish. Urgh... Why does everyone think I know spanish?"

"Cause you have that sweet bangin' latina style, girl. The infinite tube tops and the denim sell the aesthetic well with your skin."

"I am wearing a shirt and pants. I don't only have tube tops! And hello, there are other languages in Latin America besides spanish!"

This time I was in fact wearing a shirt and pants combo. It was a cartoony black shirt with some drawings on it and blue sweatpants - with the sweats clinging on to my backside almost as hard as my panties, but luckily for me, there were no panty lines showing. Why? I was using a thong. Yes, the retail shopping was... An experience, and no. Francine wasn't the one who advised me on getting thongs. It was Amber, and she helped me with every single thong I own...

Anyway, we were just playing Tekken, goofing around and taking turns on he ranked matches after I curbstomped Drey for the past hour. He was on one side of the couch, and I was on the other, sitting on my long legs, while he was sitting leaning foward - dressed in that old white tank top and black pants combo - concentrated on the match that was taking place.

The mirror match between Kazuyas was half interesting until Drey made one mistake and was comboed to oblivion, losing the tight match. I saw he sighing and just slumping on the couch, the tension between us still palpable, but it wasn't straining our mood. It was fueling us to just keep playing, being around each other for longer. I don't know why, but Drey always had that effect on me, even before the transformation: he always got me to trust in me more and do crazy shit before thinking foward. The man had insurmountable charisma.

"Fuck. That guy was goood."

"You are just kind of mid to be honest."

"Shut up, dude! I don't know how your hand-to-eye coordination got better!"

"Turns out I am really dexterous with my new fingers. These here work some magic, who could've know?"

My words were kind of the catalyst for the event I could've prevented, but I didn't, why? Simple, I kind of lost track of myself in both times I got laid. This time? It didn't felt like I had to do all the heavy lifting or was I being fully ****. It was kind in that sweet middle spot and I knew Drey was going to run with it.

"Magic fingers, huh? Bet Phil had an amazing time when I left you two alone."

"Weren't you too busy banging his sister?"

"Guilty as charged. But nah. I just got her to blow me."

"Bet that felt amazing. Being on the other side is kind of weird."

"From what I heard, it's kind of an adquired taste. Not every girl likes to give blowjobs, I think. Do you like it, Mari?"

"Don't ever say my name like that ever again, Drey. And... I don't know? It's been like 3 days, I only... Uhm. I only blew Phil."

"Real talk? He told me you did most of the work. Lil' man at least has confidence now."

"Glad to be of help."

He gave the controller to me, and I scooted closer to him, with our thighs nearly touching. I chose another character - Azucena, who Drey kept saying was nearly as hot as me. I threw a comment back on how Leroy looked like an older version of him. We kept bantering like usual, but it was more intimate in a way. I remember on where we were pratically cuddling on his couch, his arm over my shoulder and I was hunched over while playing casually. If you were to look at this without any added context, we kind of looked like a perfect cute teenage couple. Seniors ready to explore the world of the adults and all of that pizzazz.

He looked into my face after I won, smug smirk and all of that. I looked back, putting on a cheeky grin, he almost brought me over to sit on his lap, but he never moved. I was the one who sat on top of one of his thighs. Even with my now added height, Drey was still taller than me, and while that never even crossed my mind before, now? It was kind of sweet, the added height just made my gentle musclebound friend look like a bonafide NBA player. Since I am very much still a rookie with NBA as a whole, I'm just saying he looks like an younger Westbrook, and with dreads.

"Say, Mari... Want to do a bet?"

"Speak."

"If you win 3 games in a row, I'll buy you any game you want. We can even cruise to the game shop around the corner."

"If I lose a single game?"

"Hmmmm... You take some of your clothes off. And I'll even double down on taking mine too for every game you win."

"... Stripping doesn't exactly sound fun... I need more convincing. The prize is too... Small~."

"I see what you did there, tease. I'll let you choose the next color I'll paint my car, and I'll also let you drive it around."

"Consider it a deal, Mr. Moore."