Welcome to Gem Girls

Aside from the stereotypical layout of a Match 3 game, Amber noticed that even level 1 was abnormally difficult. First, there were several colors to match. Second, there were very few bonuses throughout the game to help score more points. Third, there were skulls placed throughout the level, and each time she made a match leading into the skulls, points were instead deducted from the total. Lastly, while she was given a minute to pass the level... the level had an unusually high score requirement.

Overall, The game felt frustrating, as if the developers wanted her to lose. And, at the end of it all, there was a standard "loss screen" with strange text:

We're sorry the game was a little too tricky for you. Please choose a minor punishment for losing the game, and try again:

Artistic talents

Strong winds

Worldly desires

What even was this? First, the first level was too hard; next, a punishment for losing? Is this their way of encouraging players into a "pay-to-win" scheme?

Amber felt annoyed at this and thought it odd that the game had another 30-second timer to choose a "punishment," not to mention that the punishments were vague. And hell, these choices even barely feel like a punishment at all.

"Artistic talent? What, I get like a new cosmetic screen?" Amber thought, "The game mentioned spicing up my new life and provocative behavior. Does this mean that the graphics will be more sexually explicit?

Strong winds must be some kind of trap to deduct more points or to randomly move the colored squares, making it harder to play. Worldly desires? Can't even begin to guess what this was.

Well, while I don't like to openly admit it... I have a slightly perverted side. Maybe the graphics will at least make things more interesting."

After selecting Artistic Talent, Amber couldn't see anything new beyond the sprite asking her to try again. "Screw it. This game isn't worth my time, and I should at least try drawing something of a sketch."

Amber turned the app off and looked at the front board's reference drawing. That's weird; the reference was just a ballerina dancing with a traditional white Tootoo... wasn't it? Now, her feet are raised unusually high as if trying to show off her newly outfitted bikini with emphasized breasts and ass.

Amber reasoned that she was just imagining things and didn't get a good look at the reference before distracting herself.

"Alright, class, what did you think?" Ms. Liz began her lesson again while Amber quietly finished her rough draft.

The rest of the class seemed to go on without incident, and as they were stepping out, Cass made a point to talk with Amber in private.

"I didn't want to say anything before... but you sure were bold to redraw the ballerina the way you did."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Amber asked.

"Well, it's just you drew the ballerina in an oddly provocative manner, wearing skimpy lingerie with unusually great detail around some of her more intimate areas."

"Well, ye, I was just drawing what was on the front board."

"lmao, you really do need glasses, don't you?" Cass retorted, "No wonder the art professor was shocked when accepting your draft."

"I dunno, I might've just been a little too distracted then. I coulda sworn the reference photo was in an odd pose wearing something so unusual. On another note, you ever hear about Gem Girls before?"

Cass raised an eyebrow, "No, it doesn't ring a bell. What kind of game is it?"

"Dunno, just saw a notification saying somethin about 'Simon Says to play the match 3' after opening the app. Turns out it's just some dumb match 3 game with serious balance issues."

"HAH, is that what got you distracted? Got so worked up about some dumb game that you started seeing things?"

The two were getting ready to pick up their lunch when they saw Britt Miller toying on her phone. She was always a hotheaded blonde, a true bombshell with large breasts and a nice ass that had temperament problems.

Even though Britt was a year younger than Amber and Cass, she was already in her second year of college and had a nasty habit of parading around the campus like she owned the place. Everyone despised her, and she couldn't seem to care less, especially with the flock of Jocks always trying to take her out for another "date."

This time, however, she seemed to be sitting alone. She wore a skirt to her mid-thighs and a deep-cut shirt with straps around her shoulders. In fact, the shirt seemed to be showing about as much cleavage as one could ask for... all except for her nonexistent bras and nips poking through the fabric.

This has got to be against some school regulation or something, Amber thought, but as they were passing by, she could've sworn she saw Britt smirking at her.

Amber heard someone approaching behind her when she got in line for a sandwich. "Tik-Tok, it's time to cum," came a whisper.

And almost instantaneously, Amber felt her pussy beginning to feel warm and tingly, her breaths short and staggered, the ambiance of everyone around her zoning out, unable to focus on anything but the sensations running up and down her body. Her vision began to blur as she lost balance, her friend quickly noticed, and the next thing Amber knew, she was already lying in her friend's lap somewhere a little out of the way. The soft touches of another's legs only amplified her feelings as things began to spike in intensity. With a shock and volt, her body starts to ache and squirm, feeling her hands covering her soft lips as she attempts to keep others from hearing her moans and another hand wandering down her body.

What started as a light tingling turned into electrifying sensations thrusting between her loins, up to her breasts, and out to her limbs, before reaching her head.

It was intense, and she felt like she would go crazy. She just wanted to feel released. She needed release. She felt like she was so close like she just...

Needed...

To...

BAM!

Like a lightning strike, it came! Screaming and gasping for air, she felt like she were in heaven. It was something she had never felt before, never like this.

Amber felt that her panties were now moist, her mouth dry as she lay there, and her heart beating while catching her breath.

Looking up, her friend was clearly shocked and had a visibly worried expression.

"Are... are you okay?"

"God... I... don't know what came over me..." Amber replied, feeling her cheeks bright red as she returned to her senses. Looking around, some people were watching to see what was happening.

"OH GOD, did I just... no, no, no, no... that didn't just happen..." Amber began freaking out after realizing she had her first real orgasm in public. How could this be happening? Just out of the blue like that? There wasn't a build-up, and there weren't any physical sensations. Hell, this wasn't even the time and place for such a thing.

Cass was obviously concerned for her friend and kept asking about what had happened as Amber tried blowing it off like it were some dizzy spell.

Luckily, her next class was English, an easy course she only needed to attend once every few days to keep up. After all that happened, Amber felt humiliated and only wanted to return home for the day.

Cass understandably agreed to take notes for her as she escorted her to the dorms.