Sweatpants

"No way are you laying a hand on me!" you say, indignant. The idea of being fondled by a guy is still a weird one, and you're not sure you'd ever be ready for it.

"Fine, but if you take off those sweatpants, then the next time it'll be panties or blowjob."

"Ew; gross!" you say, despite how your body reacted to his words. Did he really want you to suck him off? Well, duh! He was a guy, and you were a nearly naked girl. You could hardly blame him, now that you thought about it. "Regardless, you're not going to kill me any more now that my ultimate distraction is in full view." You grope your own chest a little, feeling the goose bumps raise as you do. You laugh at the expression this produces on Alex's face before pulling down your sweatpants.

You sit back down and return to the game, finally convinced that you'll be able to score a kill. You finally find him, and as you take aim, you decide to use your body to your advantage. As you pull the trigger, you also rub your right breast against his arm. What you didn't account for was how your nipple might feel against his skin. The warmth combined with the soft friction distracts you just enough to allow Alex to once again kill you. He seems as though he was entirely unfazed by your attempts. He looks down at you, and notices your breast against him.

"Oh, that was your tit!" he chuckles, "I thought that felt kind of soft." He reaches out a hand and grabs the breast that was rubbing against him. A soft moan escapes your lips. "You like that, do you?"

You didn't want to admit it, but it did feel strangely good to have his hand on you. "Sh-should we continue?"

"Woah, woah, woah. I never got my blowjob," he says, never removing his hand from your chest.

"But... but you're groping me!"

"Yeah, because you're letting me. But you still have to pick either blowjob or panties."

"Fuck!" you say, pushing his hand away from your breast. Your hands move to your panties, indignantly ready to remove them rather than give him a blowjob.

"Wait!" he said, holding up a hand. "If you do that, you're going to raise the stakes again," he smiles at you. "If you die again, you're going to have to fuck me."