Chapter Eighteen
Morgan
Over the past few weeks, Dex has been having a good time teaching me everything I need to know about video games. He calls them our tutoring sessions. It was actually quite entertaining. He gets all excited and starts talking about something video game related. For example, after we had that epic Mario Kart tournament, he told me all about the history of Mario and Nintendo. Apparently, there were several Mario TV shows back in the 80’s and 90’s. He also told me about all the different gaming systems. Every time, without fail, when he is done with the "lesson" as he calls it, he quizzes me on what I’ve learned.
In all honestly, I really like learning about video games and such. It isn’t that I want to become a gamer, because I don’t, but I love that Dex is so passionate about it. He is so knowledgeable on the subject, and it is evident that it has been an important part of his life. He gets so animated with excitement as he talks about it. I can’t help but listen to every word he says. Granted, sometimes, I get distracted with how hot he is when he really gets into explaining something.
While I have been learning more than I ever expected about video games, so are Ruby and Gia. Ruby embraces it better than Gia, however. Dex's excitement about video games is contagious. I find myself telling the girls all about what I learn.
Right now, Dex and I are back in his room after a night out with the group. It's not terribly late, but he's been really busy this past week getting ready for an upcoming tournament. I perch on the end of his bed and wait while he tosses some dirty clothes from the floor into the hamper.
"Ok, so I thought we could change things up a bit tonight with our tutoring session," he says with a devilish grin as he sits down in his desk chair and faces me.
"Really? What do you have in mind?" I ask.
"Well, I propose a pop quiz but with a twist. I'm thinking, something like strip poker."
I fight back my laugh before replying, "Ok…what are the rules?" He looks so hopeful as he explains.
"I'll ask a question. If you get it wrong, you lose an article of clothing. If you get it right, I lose something."
"Sounds fair."
"Good. I thought so too," he says with a triumphant smile.
"But, I just want to point out that you have the ability to ask me all crazy difficult questions, questions you know I won't know the answer to. If you want me to get naked, just ask."
"Well, I'll remember that, but I'll be fair. Look, I'll even start with an easy one."
"Fine," I give him a mock pout.
It has been about two weeks since our friends met each other and I first spent the night with Dex. We didn’t have sex that night, but we did have another hot and heavy make-out session. I like kissing Dex, and making out with Dex is all-consuming and downright addicting. We haven’t had sex yet. We’ve been dating for few weeks now, and while we have spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, I haven’t been ready to take the next step.
I’ve had sex before, but I’m not very experienced when it comes to sex as I’ve only had two sexual partners in the past; Dylan from college and then an ex-coworker, Sam. He kept asking me out for months before leaving the company, but I didn’t want to date a co-worker. I liked him, but I wasn’t willing to mix work and dating. After he changed jobs, I agreed to go out on a date with him. On date two, regrettably, I slept with him, and the sex was horrible, and I never saw him again after that.
I think the reason why I haven’t had sex with Dex yet is that I like him too much to rush it. I really like the buildup that’s happening between us. As hot as our make-out sessions are getting, as well as the other things we are doing, it almost feels like I have to be emotionally and mentally ready for the final act. Don’t get me wrong, I want to have sex with Dex, and the want and need have become stronger than I ever thought possible. Dex is a trooper about it, too. That first night, when I told him I wasn’t ready to do it, he said he understood, and I think he truly did. He didn’t push me or give me a hard time. And now, when things get hot and heavy, he backs off and lets me set the pace. He’s never given me grief. Plus, it isn’t like he gets left high and dry.
Tonight, is really the perfect night to finally go all the way. He has probably been thinking about this strip trivia plan all day, so why not surprise him in the end and tell him I’m ready? It’s about time to level up.
"Ok, question one: What video game publisher produces CoB?" he asks.
This is an easy one since it's the company whose party we attended in Cali. "Visionwave," I answer confidently.
"Nice." He bends over and removes both of his white socks. "Socks count as one."
I raise an eyebrow at this because we are unevenly matched in what we are wearing. He already has less clothing on than I do to start, since my flip flops are next to the couch in the living room
"Question two: What does FPS stand for?"
"Easy. First-Person Shooter." He is still going easy on me.
He's contemplating his next question when he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulls it over his head and tosses it at me. I momentarily can't look away, as I'm still stunned at the sight of his abs. He does pushups and pull-ups every morning, and well…that works for him.
He takes advantage of this and fires off the next question. Something about the objective of Hard Point. Crap. I totally missed the full question. I know it's a way to play Call of Battle, but I have no freaking clue, so I say, "Is it like capture the flag?"
He smiles like a cat that is about to eat a bird. "Nope. That is incorrect," he says, and he points to my shirt and gestures for it to come off.
I move up onto my knees on his bed, wobble a bit as I start to lose my balance. Great a spaz moment instead of sexy time would be perfect right now. I scoot back a little, so I don't fall off the bed and fall face first on the floor. So much for a sexy strip tease. Slowly, I pull my shirt up over my head and mentally high-five myself for bringing the sexy back. I don't think he even noticed the wobble.
I still have a spaghetti strap tank on so I can see a flutter of disappointment in his eyes. It's quickly replaced with determination, however.
"Question four - How many installments of CoB are there, and when was the first one released?"
Shoot. I know there are a ton of them, and they come out every year.
"Umm, thirteen and the first one came out in 2003?" I say with uncertainty.
"I'm impressed, but you’re wrong. There are only twelve games in the main series. Now take something off."
I crawl off the bed, stand and unbutton my jeans. I slowly shimmy out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor between us. Then I climb back on his bed and return to my previous position.
He watches with intense interest, then clears his throat before he says, "Name four different video game genres."
"First person shooter, fighter, racing, and…" I bite my lip and look up at the ceiling, pretending to think, "Hmmm…RPG," I say with an innocent smile.
"Funny," he says as he shucks off his jeans. I can't help but lick my lips as he stands there in only his boxers.
"You're not cold are you, Dex?" I ask sweetly.
"Not in the least, babe." He moves to stand right in front of me. "The next question is all or nothing."
"Ok," I reply, quietly.
"What is the best gaming system of all time?" he asks.
I try to keep my face as blank as possible. I know what he wants me to say, that it's the Sega Dreamcast. He's gotten into this debate with Link and Simon before. He says that it was the most advanced system of its time, but due to crappy decisions by management, it didn't pick up the needed market shares.
He is staring down at me like he is mentally trying to urge the right system out of my mouth, but instead, with the sexiest look I can muster, I raise up on my knees and pull off my tank and toss it at his feet. His pupils dilate, and I reach around to the back of my bra and unclasp it as he slowly moves closer to the bed.
"Man, Dex, that really is such a hard question," I say, moving my arms in front of my chest, to hold my bra in place. I slowly move one strap down my arm and continue, "I mean, it’s such a subjective question that any answer would be correct, technically."
I move my hand over to the opposite strap, and he drives a knee to the bed. In a deep, demanding voice he says, "Answer the question, babe."
I give him one more thoughtful look as I let the bra drop to the bed and say, "GameCube." At that exact moment, he pounces on me as I let out a shrill giggle and fall back onto the bed.
From above me, he says, "You play dirty, Lawson." Then the whole tutoring session is forgotten as he leans in and nips at my ear and then trails hot, wet kisses down my neck. While he continues down to my shoulder, he palms one of my breasts, and I let out a soft moan. I've never really been into having my breasts fondled during sex, but when Dex does it, it makes me forget everything I thought I did and didn't like. He takes my moan as an invitation and moves his mouth to mine. The kiss is the opposite of sweet; it's almost punishing. I bite his lip as I hook a leg around his waist and pull him into me as he lets out a deep growl. Electricity shoots through my body at the sound.
Moments later, I break away from his mouth to catch my breath, and he moves his sinful mouth down to my chest. I try to form the words I want to say, but his hand starts wandering down my stomach, and I'm distracted. Between ragged breaths, I finally manage, "Dex, I'm ready."
His hand doesn't stop its descent past my belly button, but he lifts his head and looks down at me through lust-filled eyes. His breathing is just as rough as mine. "What?" he asks.
"Sex. With you. I'm ready."
His hand stills right where I want him to be. "Are you sure?"
I dig my heels into his ass and lift my head to his ear and whisper, "I want you inside me. Now."
I didn't think it was possible, but his erection resting between us gets even harder the instant the words leave my mouth. He nods his head, clears his throat, and in an almost giddy tone says, "Yeah. I totally support this decision."
I laugh as he climbs off me and grabs a condom out of the nightstand drawer. Quicker than I thought possible, he has the condom on and is back on top of me. With a seductive smile, he says, "Looks like I win."
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Later that night, lying in his arms snuggled under the covers, I wonder what took me so long to pull the trigger on going all the way. We could have been doing this for the past few weeks. Maybe it was all worth it, the buildup because tonight with Dex is the best sex I've ever had.
The moment we'd joined; it was like time stopped all around us. Even our breathing, for a short moment. Not to sound cliché, but it felt like we were made for each other. Something I didn't know I'd lost had suddenly been found. It was fierce and all-consuming. Looking into his eyes, I could tell he felt it too.