I was surprised at how entertaining this evening was turning out to be. My friend Sara had dragged me along to the Game Club's RPG night. "Role Playing Game" in this context has nothing to do with improvisation, and very little to do with sex. It involved adults sitting on couches around a table pretending to be cyberpunk space elves or something like that, throwing dice and cursing profusely at each other. There were about eight people there besides Sara and I, and the game had already started. Despite many clichés to the contrary, it didn't appear to be a gathering of virgin males. This group consisted of three couples, a gay guy, and a guy that looked like he was a satyr. It seemed doubtful that any of these people lacked sexual experience, considering, but most of them weren't really my speed anyway. Sara and I walked in and the game master, who serves as a referee, stood up and said hello. He introduced Sara, and Sara introduced me. I quickly forgot most of the names. Why bother remembering them when I doubted I'd see any of these people ever again? This was
so
not my scene.
We sat down, and the people resumed their game. It was pretty entertaining, between the squeaky gnome voices one guy was making and the game master's total obliviousness to how much he was annoying his players. I think that's why they started paying attention to me.
"They" were one of the couples playing the game, and they were definitely the most attractive members of that group. She was a petite Latina girl with gorgeous hips. Her hair was dark and cut short, and she was wearing snug tight pants and a tank top that zipped up the front that had D-rings. It made me wonder if she was into bondage, but I figured I was projecting. She was probably just one of those poser-goth chicks. Cute though. She was sitting on her husband's lap (I saw the rings pretty quickly), leaning back and playing with his long blond hair. He was as different from her as they come, being tall, blond, blue-eyed, fair skinned and broad shouldered. If not for being clean-shaven and a little bit of a prep, he could easily have passed for a Viking. Both were very attractive people, and very much "together" as it were, and I would probably have ignored but for one thing: they were giving me 'looks.'
I think she started first. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her checking me out. She was being pretty subtle at first, but when I caught her gaze she didn't turn away. She smiled a little predatorily, winked, and then whispered something in her husband's ear. I don't think he had noticed me until that moment, but he laughed while she nibbled at his neck and I saw him scan me. Now, most girls would probably be weirded out by this kind of attention, but the clique I typically ran with had…wide-ranging appetites, and I began to see possibilities opening. I smiled back. I hadn't really dressed for seduction though. I was wearing my glasses instead of contacts, my hair (which my hairdresser called "goth red" for some strange reason) was just brushed straight. I was wearing camo pants and a black tight, low cut t-shirt, but I've been told that it would be a shame to hide breasts like mine with a baggy shirt. With my lack of foresight, I'd topped this off with a khaki jacket that was a couple of sizes too big for me.
Casually, I shrugged out of the jacket, and started playing my own game. I'm not sure if anyone else noticed the looks that were going across the table, but they were getting pretty loaded with innuendo, play, and invitation. The girl was biting her lip as she flirted silently with me, and moved to display her body to best advantage. The guy started leaning his head back as she caressed his hair and neck, and occasionally he'd shiver a little as her nails grazed a sensitive spot. His eyes were full of amusement and appreciation. I think he was laughing at me, his wife, and himself, but that didn't stop him from playing too. I leaned forward as he was watching me, and he quirked an eyebrow as the spill of cleavage came into view. His smile was full of mischief and I found myself getting rather turned on. They continued to whisper at each other while making clear silent passes at me and occasionally making out. They crackled with sexual energy and I assumed they must have been newlyweds, since no one seemed to find this unusual. Watching them, though, was incredibly sexy. I hadn't been with a couple since my junior year of high school, and this showed every indication of going in that direction. She turned so that her body shielded his from the rest of the table and smiled at me as she traced her fingers along the growing bulge in his pants. I felt the increasing warmth between my own legs, and I
wanted
.
I was jerked back to reality when Sara leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm
bored
. Let's go."
I didn't look over at her, instead still feasting my eyes on my little tease show. "I'm having fun. Can't we stay a bit longer?"
"You're having
fun
? We're sitting around watching a bunch of geeks play pretend. What's fun about that? Let's go. I'm your ride." She started getting up and gathering her things. The game master paused.
"Are you leaving already?" he asked. "You've barely been here half an hour."
Sara put on her best smile "I've got an early day tomorrow, we should really go." She waved and started heading towards the door. I didn't move. "Coming Kara?"
I looked over at her from my seat on the couch and smiled big. "Naw, I think I can find a ride." I heard the blond guy choke back a laugh. "You get on to bed."
