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| AN INNOCENT GAME OF SCRABBLE by Janey “Do you always do that?” he demanded brusquely. She flashed a glance of confusion to the man in front of her. “Care to explain?” “Manage to give men the ‘come on’ whilst dressing and acting so demurely.” “Erm, how the hell do you work out that I’m giving you the ‘come on’ from an innocent game of Scrabble?” “Innocent?” he spluttered. “Orgasmic, oral and lover are anything but!” “Only in your dirty mind James. They are merely words.” “As I recall the last game we played was full of words like that,” he smirked, his deep brown eyes shining with fun. “I could start thinking that you’re trying to tell me something.” She laughed aloud, enjoying the repartee. “When will you realise that not all women find you irresistible, in spite of your famous crotch and puppy dog eyes.” “Stop it!” He hurled a cushion across at her. “You are bad, bad, BAD!” “Can I be held responsible for you having a dirty mind? You were bad enough when we were kids, never able to get enough porn and filth, and I see that you haven’t improved.” James spluttered in disbelief. “How can you say that when you’re the one using those words? Mine are very innocuous.” “Boring.” “Practical.” “Boring.” “They score points and that’s what matters.” “Boring, like I said.” “Right!” he said determinedly. “Let’s pack this game up and start another one were we try to make words that are rude or have a sexual connotation.” “You are on!” Watching her put the tiles back in the bag and starts a new page in the notebook they recorded their scores in; James was already ruing his decision, when he had another not so bright idea. “Strip Scrabble! The lowest scorer each round has to take an item of clothing off.” “That’s not fair!” protested Lois vociferously. “I only have 3 items on, even if I put my shoes on that only makes 5!” “Coward!” “I am not! Scores under 20 and we take something off.” “Deal.” “You’re on!” “You’re not seriously going to make me take them off?” objected James. “I’ll be bloody naked.” “You ought to have considered that when you had this bright idea,” laughed Lois. “Come on coward; get ‘em off!” James huffed and puffed, infuriated by Lois’ non stop giggling. Not for one minute had he really believed that she would make him go through with it. “Lois, a joke’s a joke but you’re going too far.” “I’M going too far?” she exclaimed with surprise. “That’s rich Bradfield.” “Lois please,” he pleaded pathetically. “This isn’t a good idea.” “Oh I think it’s an excellent idea!” she teased, her green eyes lit up with devilment. “Drop them to your ankles for thirty seconds and then you can put them back on, and that is more than I should let you get away with.” “10 seconds.” “20.” “10.” “20.” “15.” “15 seconds and no covering up with your hands or anything else!” Tentatively he stood up and his hands shakily reached for the waistband of his boxers. “Some friend you are to make me do this.” “I’ll remind you of that when it’s me who has a forfeit to pay,” she grinned. “Remember when I had to spend an hour in stockings, briefs, suspenders and nothing else serving drinks to you Nicky and Sean? Not so keen to help me and put me out of my misery were you?” Suddenly he sat down. “I can’t do this. No way am I going to let you look at my dick.” “Don’t be bashful James,” she snickered a little cruelly, enjoying his squirming and discomfort. “I am one of only a handful of women that has yet to see whether or not you truly are hung like a buffalo in your nether regions, so, either you take them off or I do.” James was so taken aback by her that he froze to the spot and Lois seized her chance; stood up and quickly went across to him. Before he could react and do anything to prevent her, she had the offending boxer shorts tugged down to his ankles, James desperately grabbing and trying to hitch them back up. “Now, now,” she mocked holding on to them tenaciously. “The more you resist the more I’ll make you stay like that.” “Oh fuck it,” he shouted, sitting back in the chair, allowing her to see his dick in all its glory. “Let’s get this done and finished with.” Lois didn’t catch all of what he said her eyes and attention completely drawn to his crotch and very spectacular dick. A dick that was getting more and more spectacular by the second, James couldn’t help it responding, seeing the effect that he was having on her turned him on – a LOT! Lois was so caught up in the magic of his crotch that she didn’t notice him reach down for her arms and guide a hand down on to him. If he didn’t know better he could swear that she was in a trance; her stare never wavered; she never blinked and she gave no resistance to him guiding her hand. Intrigued, her fingers delicately caressed him and she whimpered when James gave an audible sigh and closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the chair. “It’s all true,” was her comment before glancing at him and smiling, he opened his eyes and watched her. “Sorry, I erm… couldn’t resist seeing if…” he stammered, his breathing ragged and uneven. “I’ve always wanted…” Lois sat on the arm of the chair, lightly continuing to stroke him. “Me too.” James smiled and pulled her down onto him for a welcome, passionate kiss. “My room or yours?” she asked impishly. “Ladies first!” he smiled broadly. “All those games we played but finally we got there huh?” “All thanks to an innocent game of Scrabble.” “We’ll have to play again.” “Definitely!” The end. <<< Janey's stories |