The Prize

Your hands are actually trembling now as you pick the controller back up. And Maisie notices. A sly smirk spreads across her pretty face She is not above using gamesmanship to win, and has figured out your weakness, as obvious as it should have been from the start. She lifts a leg up, and angles herself so her exposed pussy is right in your line of vision. She is acting like she doesn't know she has done it, but it is no mistake. You are having to use all your mental capacity to prevent yourself from masturbating through your jeans, so racing is not really an option. Maisie is off and away while your car is bumping repeatedly into the wall.

Once she is sure her lead is unassailable, Maisie shifts her position so her vulva is once again fully covered. You are released from your trance, but the race is already lost. You really don't mind, that was totally worth it. And you actually don't care if you end up losing your clothes. The two of you being naked together can surely only help your subtle transitioning from friends to lovers in Maisie's mind. But you have to be careful. You really don't want to end up on the receiving end of a naked forfeit from Maisie. Your forfeits for her will be based on what you find hot, hers for you will be based on what she thinks will be humiliating. And you would like to avoid having to ask the old hag upstairs for some sugar with your dick in your hand. If you play this right, you will get Maisie naked, make her do as many forfeits as you can before your own clothes are lost, then end the game.

The next race begins and Maisie attempts the same trick a second time, but it isn't going to work. You want that fucking hoodie off her right now. The race is tense though. She is steadily improving and you are not at your best with your nearly naked crush sitting opposite you. You are going back and forward in the top spots throughout, and as she leads you in the final lap you start to wonder if you are ever going to get that top off of her. Then you flukily pick up a lightning, shrink Maisie and run her over. You laugh with pure ecstasy as she curses at you. It is over for her and she knows it. Moments later you are punching the air joyfully as you secure top spot on the podium.

As the victory tune plays, Maisie knows what she has to do. To her credit, she is taking this remarkably well. She stands up and positions herself in front of you so you have a perfect view.

"How long have you dreamed about this moment?" she asks you with a smirk.

The question catches you off guard, but you answer honestly.

"From the moment I started liking girls"

You almost feel like that was a moment between you. You have both dropped the act now. She knew all along. She knew when she gave you the power to do anything you wanted to her, and expected you to not ever use it. You are glad you weren't the doormat she took you for, but didn't turn into a monster either. This feels like the perfect compromise. She doesn't become a mindless fuck toy, and you don't spend the rest of your days having the power to make all your dreams come true while being guilt tripped into not using it.

She pulls her hoodie off to reveal her entire naked body. Somehow she is even more perfect in real life than in your dreams. You didn't think that could be possible. She is sporting enough to give you a quick twirl before hopping back onto your couch, ready to race again.

The clothes have already gone. Next come the forfeits.