Too much teasing and not a lot of gaming

I stopped sitting on just his thigh, and fully craddled my sweatpants covered ass right on his lap. I was getting used somewhat to my overtly voluptuous body, the curves were dressed much better and my spatial awareness was improving. But I still had yet to get used to how soft everything was, how malleable every single one of my assets was. So that just meant my ass sunk on Drey's lap and my back was against his muscular chest? Maybe, I don't exactly remember all the details.

The first game was supposedly easy, I got matched with a clearly inexperinced player - courtesy of Andre's ranked placement. But my mind was not on the game, at least not fully. When I saw the latina character I controlled fight her opponent, I was not in my mindset of predicting, pressuring or whatever I thought. It was on how her and I were quite similar, and that similarity was something Drey actively liked.

I knew my friend had a thing for curvy women, it was basically his type, but he never dated around school. In his words: Too much trouble for little reward. He was a simple guy, he loved basketball, gaming and women. His car was a close fourth place maybe tied with his secret love of high end fashion, owning a piece of Versace was his kind of alley, but he was shy to admit that. So you and I don't need to know the equation here: I wasn't wearing high end clothes, but right now, I was a very beautiful and curvy girl, who was basically betting on stripping, had my fat ass on his crotch and basically bantered with him. It was a match made in heaven.

Through the first game, I felt his hands wrap around my waist, no words were spoken, just the game sounds were out in the open. He curiously and quite sensually fondled the slight chubbiness of my midsection, drawing quiet gasps from me. That in turn caused him to lean in, resting his head on my shoulder, while I barely was able to keep a lead. The first match ended on my win, but barely since I felt something quite large wedging in between my ass cheeks.

"Damn. Nice match, Mari. You did catch him off guard with how... flexible you were."

"I don't think I am that flexible! Not exactly tested that yet...~"

"Another idea for another time."

I sat out of his lap, watching as Drey slinked to my left, and while I moved to set up the second match, Drey had his chance and ran with it. He slowly took off his tank top, diverting my attention from the game and onto him, watching my friend's athletic abs with interest for the first time. I still remember on the moment I felt my arousal spark as I saw his shit eating grin and the flex of his biceps.

"Ma says I should stop spending too much time in the sun. Do you think I can still tan some more~?"

"C'mon Drey! Don't shit me with that, you look.... Great? I think she just worries about her big baby getting sunburns..."

My hands were fidgeting against the controller, almost instinctively going for his ebony biceps, curious as to how he gained such muscles, but on how different they looked from Kyle's. I guess diferent sports build different types of muscles?

Game 2 started, and the match was much harsher on me, it seems the game detected that Drey's account was too good for his level and sent me a smurf player. I kind of hated that, but I tried to make this interesting for my best friend, who had yet to put me on his lap again. I was focused for a round, but the moment I looked to the side, I couldn't hope to focus again. Andre was packing a bulge as long as Kyle's, and he was twitching a lot! Drey looked onto my eyes and groped his own bulge, which made me blush so much I lost the fight then and there.

"I want pants off!"

"Y-you never even let me choose what I wanted you to strip!"

"You wanted to choose? Too bad."

"Okay fine!"

Now looking back into it, I already lost our bet. It was supposed to be three games in a row, right? And we just continued the bet, for fun. I got myself up and felt exposed, blushing a lot as my eyes were glued on his tent, which throbbed in response to my oogling. It was kind of dizzying. My hands were on the waistbands, unsure if I could continue, especially because of what happened yesterday... But when I look at my friend's face, he's... covering his face? Was that idiot waiting for me to strip?

He peaked through his fingers and I chuckled, lowering it down in my best sensual way, rolling out my wide load, still being face to face with him, before I have an idea and turn around. I finish stripping my blue sweatpants with ease, but I knew his eyes were glued on my ass. Each asscheek just unfolded back onto themselves, forming a peach like shape that was just compounded by how they stuck out of my frame. The only indication of an underwear was the thin lines of a thong, maroon colored that only accented my olive skin much more.

"Holy Fuck. Sorry shawty, but damn. You are stacked, you are literally the school's hottest girl. I can't believe I am saying this, but you are gorgeous, Mari."

"... Why... Thank you! I think this settles our score huh...?"

"We still have a game left, girlie! Gotta make every second count. Flea is already home and my old crone will get naggy if she notices a half naked girl together with her son."

"You're not wrong, let's get this done then! I do have a few games in mind that I want."

I motioned to sat down and instead of feeling my skin against the leather, I instead felt a very throbbing tent and the material of Andre's pants. My friend just smirked offered me a shrug when I glared at him, before we both laughed. It was all in good mood.

The decisive game started, and even if the bet was shaky and we kind of didn't care, I started it. It was another easy match, likely a consolation prize after being matched against a smurf, but my mind wasn't on the game at all. I played the bare minimum, but my friend's gargantuan hands just groped my naked thighs in a way that was so possessive, so carnal that I had no response but to grind back at it.

Azucena moved through the screen, playing the defensive game. And I kind of mimed her defensive actions, but against my larger friend, who was easily grunting into my ear whenever my barely clothed pussy glided against his shaft. We were basically cuddle fucking with clothes on while pretending to game.

"I have one last thing to add to the bet."

"Hmm...~?"

"If you lose this match... I get you in my room. Sleepover time."

".... Fine. But you talk to my mother."

6 PM was right on the corner, and I was actually playing now, with my hips still moving and grinding against Drey, who changed tactics and used a hand to slap my ass. The sound was louder than the TV and my legs quivered at it, I winced but not because it stung, but because Drey was putting in effort to ease me in. Kyle's seduction relied on his status and blunt sheer sexualization. Andre's seduction was purely subtle and inviting. I wasn't sure what I liked as Mari, both options had me wet beyond relief, but my mind felt better with Drey. I didn't need to humiliate myself for him, just like how it was with Phil.

The final round was tense, but I barely lost, with the controller falling out to the carpet the moment I lost and the exact second Drey kissed my neck. Smug bastard. I remember how we forgot about the game in that moment, it was just me and him in the whole world. Which meant we just kissed, with me shifting my back so I could make out with him very slowly.

"I think my prize is... You shimmying out of your panties."

"Not gonna take my shirt off?"

"You're wearing a bra. And three rounds mean three articles of clothes. I'm not a cheater."

".... Do you have any rubbers on you?"

"Want me to run to the pharmacy?"

My impatience was yet kind of my downfall as my thong was on the floor seconds after and I was lifting my hips while Drey sorted out his sweatpants and boxers. He clearly stripped out of them as well, so he was kind of fully naked. I gasped when one of his hands snaked its way inside of my shirt to grope my bra clad E-cups, he was very happy fondling me. In a way, I was also happy he was doing this. It felt liberating and mildly empowering to play by fair rules, I was just unlucky to be on a breeder with a passion apmplifier on it.

The next moments were tense, not because of any problems, we weren't thinking about that, it was just because I didn't know Drey's full size. So he just made sure for me to count every inch instead, cheeky little bastard. At least he held me close and whispered soft nothings in my year. Urgh! I still remember each inch - 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8 and 9. Yup, Drey's black mamba was at the cusp of 9 inches. Probably it was not 9, but we just rounded it.