This story was inspired by some of the fun (and a bit corny) reads about RPG gamers and other party game scenarios that first drew me to Literotica many years ago. My homage to those several works that galvanized the website Literotica in my head.
Warning: I threw in quite a bit of taboo sex in it because if you're going to commit to role-playing, you should go all the way, right? Please don't take it too seriously. All characters are over eighteen.
Anyway, if you like it (or don't) please comment. I might decide to turn this into a series down the road.
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Game Night - Vampires and Vixens
Samantha was excited. Gaming night usually excited her, but tonight's game was special. Simon confirmed—for the fourth time this week—that his roommate was all in for their regular RPG session. Tonight was the night to make her move.
A knock at the door made her smile. A few seconds later she heard her sister's familiar voice greeting Victoria.
"Wow! You really went all out didn't you?!"
Samantha paused while applying some deep red Revlon to her lips.
Uh-oh
, she thought to herself listening to the rustling of bags and recalling yesterday's conversation during dinner.
Game night was a regular event between her, her best friend Victoria and Victoria's brother, Simon. They were discussing it like they normally did and Samantha vaguely recalled, how they let it slip that they sometimes did themselves up just a tad to get in the spirit of role playing. Nothing serious—like what you see in web videos, or hear about at conventions.
But Simon's new roommate Michael was coming over to play as well. Her sister, Ashley, had started getting curious throughout the generalized cos-play talk the moment he entered the conversation.
Samantha briefly met Michael when the three regulars got together last weekend for their gaming session at his place. She told Victoria she was into him at the time, but tried to keep the conversation benign around her little sister. She wasn't hiding anything; she just didn't feel like playing twenty questions.
Tabletop games were a tradition between Victoria, Simon and Samantha since they were kids. The trio were always close and shared a lot. They grew up in the same town; and she and Victoria even enrolled in the same college, where their nerd-driven desire was easily fanned. Friends came and went over the years throughout their gaming ritual, and it was always a great way to let loose and relax in an otherwise hectic navigation through life. The words escape and fantasy belonged together in their minds.
Still... things were supposed to settle down once you graduate, find a job and get a place; weren't they?
Not yet,
she thought ruefully as she got excited about Michael joining them tonight.
"I even brought that little something-something we talked about." Samantha tried to overhear the clandestine whispering over the ruffling of bags.
Still wrapped in a pair of bath towels around her torso and long blonde hair—but curious—she walked out of the open bathroom to greet her best friend. The costume Victoria was wearing made her subconsciously drop her jaw.
"There she is. I like it but don't you think it'll be a bit distracting for the guys?" Victoria teased, scanning Samantha in her bath towel up and down.
"Me?" Samantha managed after closing her gaping mouth.
"Well, I look pretty conservative next to your shower costume. Even with these." Victoria gave a little shake of the goods upstairs.
Victoria was dressed... well, Victorian she supposed. A long cobalt-blue flowing gown, made out of cheap but shiny material covered most of her curvy friend. But her eyes were fixated on the faux corset that was stitched into the costume. Whatever was sewn into the gaudy ensemble pushed her 36 D's up so well, Samantha wasn't sure how it managed to keep her nipples covered.
"Meow, right?" her sister admired, while looking the raven haired beauty up and down.
"You like?" Victoria asked, a little self-consciousness bleeding through her quirky smile.
"Oh. I like it. But the boys are going to love it!"
"It was Ashley's idea," she said blushing, face turned slightly.
"I'll bet," Samantha smiled, wickedly eyeing her sister.
"Don't look at me. You two are the one's into this silly stuff!" Ashley accused lightly. "Now for you..."
Victoria took the cue and tossed a black plastic bag to Samantha.
"What?" Samantha caught the bag with an outstretched hand but quickly used it to cover her chest, when the larger towel around her unraveled. She must have made quite a pose standing there, with the puffy department store bag hugged tightly to her bosom and the towel—she managed to catch it with her other hand—draped over her lower half.
Both girls cheered and applauded at the acrobatic maneuver.
"Well, go try it on!"
"Yes! Yes!" her sister encouraged.
"Hope you have something black and sexy to wear under it," Victoria taunted as Samantha fled back into her bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later Samantha was examining herself in the mirror, flustered. She was embarrassed. She was awe-struck. She was adamantly opposed.
But after a few more minutes, she was also a bit horny from enjoying the way she looked in her reflection. Exhausted at the giggling and hushed tones coming from outside her bedroom door she decided to play along—at least until the guys showed up.
"Here she comes. Enter the—WOW!"
Allowing herself some sexual freedom in front of her best friend and sister, she turned and posed to the beat of enthusiastic clapping.
"
WoW
is a different game," she smirked after finishing her little dance.
"Huh?" puzzled Ashley thoughtfully, not understanding the reference.
Samantha was—fittingly she supposed—dressed as a sexy witch. Probably more Elvira than Sam from Bewitched though, with a high slit in her loose black skirt. Her ample 36 C's were showing more cleavage than any of the conservative tops she normally wore. Heck, it was conservative compared to the bathing suits she wore.
"I think she put a spell on me," her sister cried feigning distress.
Ashley was always the more sexual one, not that her older sister didn't have a decent resume herself. She supposed it was a younger sister thing, fighting for attention. But since Samantha was older and blessed with a larger rack she was still the one guys—and girls—fawned over. Whenever she took the time to visit home, during her recent college years, she got plenty of attention as well.
"Okay," she finally conceded, ending the show. "This was fun but there's no way I'm staying dressed like this for the guys."
"Aww. Don't be such a prude." Ashley whined with a vicious smile. "I'm sure
Michael
will enjoy it."
"You told her?" Samantha gave her friend a sly glance, eyes narrowing.
"Who do you think came up with the idea for these?" Victoria swiveled a hip and used her hands to outline her impressive figure.
"Should have known," Samantha playfully admonished.
"C'mon." Ashley dropped the playful act and grew serious. "You two kept talking about this silly game so much I thought my brain was going to disconnect my ears to save me from the boooooredom." She made a show of rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out. It was often hard to tell when she was being serious to anyone but her older sib.
