Page 11 of The Shared Game

“Do something forbidden, don’t get too wet.” I quipped.

They both froze. I’d pushed the flirty online banter into real life. How they received it would shape the entire evening.

“That tends to be the opposite of my experience.” Paisley pursed those plump red lips of hers, giving me the kind of look men would fight and die for.

Aaron sat there looking shocked. I’m pretty sure he was hard under the table, or at least more than halfway there. I hoped I was right, as I was nursing the beginnings of an awkward, painful erection, and I did not want to be the only one.

“Okay, just to clarify, we don’t want to drown in this game.” Aaron cut the tension with an awkward chuckle.

“But a little bit wet is fine,” I added without missing a beat.

“Perfect,” Paisley smirked and picked up her cards.

Aaron walked her through the first few turns. What the cards did, optimal strategies, the flow of the game. He was patient and considerate, welcoming of questions and overall perfectly suited to the role of rules teacher. It only further won over the lovely Paisley, who was actively leaning toward him and hanging on his every word by the time she had a handle on the rules and could manage her own hand.

I watched their exchange, saying little but taking in every detail. The casual arm grab from Paisley. The awkward smiles from Aaron. They had a chemistry all of their own, one that I was both privy to and part of.

The game was simple enough that I didn’t have to think too much about my own turns, leaving me free to muse on whether Aaron would be just as capable a student as he was a teacher. Would he take direction if I asked him to suck my cock? Would he be a fast learner, and pick up on exactly how I liked it quickly, or slobber around my shaft with nervous enthusiasm? Either option was good, and both were enticing. The thought of Paisley joining him, of having them both look up at me with adoration in their eyes while taking turns sucking my cock was something I couldn’t shake. So much so, I almost missed my turn when I came around.

“Lost in your thoughts there, Kevin?” Paisley chided. Aaron gave me a look like he knew exactly what was going on in my head.

“Oh, just figuring out what the best move is.”

“In the game, or in general?” Aaron didn’t miss a beat. He may have been shy, but he was quick-witted. It only made me want to see that smart mouth of his wrapped around me all the more.

“I know that look. He’s thinking of both.” Paisley chimed in.

“You know that look? You barely know me, Paisley.”

It hadn’t taken long for us to settle into our respective roles, both in and out of the game. Paisley was the diver in the game, but out of it, she was the provocateur. That was the real game. It played out between the turns, as we all grew comfortable enough to say the quiet parts out loud.

“I know you. It’s been a while, but I’ve known men like you, Kevin.”

“Really? And what kind of man am I?” I played my move, triumphantly grabbing one of the treasures.

“The kind who’s always looking for the best angle. Looking for something more.”

“You wound me.” I feigned hurt. Aaron chuckled at our back-and-forth, remaining silent and out of the way. “And what would I want more than winning this game together?”

Paisley sat back. Her eyes narrowed, as if she were analyzing me. As if she were a therapist about to drop some uncomfortable truth.

“I think you want to win us.”

“Us?” Aaron replied, finally making his presence known after playing his move.

“I think Kevin here is greedy enough to want both of us.”

“In what way?” Aaron asked. I arched an eyebrow at him. Paisley did the same.

Two thoughts occurred to me simultaneously. Either Aaron was really that naive and couldn’t see what she was driving at, or he was a genius. He was going to make me spell it out, thereby removing any future innuendo and moving us further toward my goal of the evening: the three of us completely naked and playing a very different type of cooperative game.

“Aaron. Sometimes you’re so adorably clueless I just want to kiss you!” Paisley burst out with a chuckle.

Aaron flushed with embarrassment. I realized I’d just missed the perfect opportunity to ask if either or both of them would be down for what I had planned.

The game was nearing a close, and the conversation bubbled back to a less suggestive level. Paisley still had that mischievous look in her eyes that I found intoxicating, sneaking glances at me while Aaron explained the optimal moves to win.

“And that’s it! We’ve grabbed the treasure and escaped.” Aaron giggled, looking like a proud parent at having guided her through the process.