Boy Meets Geek (12 page)

“You said this place was a quick lunch destination!” I said with a tone that probably was a bit more accusing than I’d intended. What did I expect with the way this place looked?

“Come on Jessica,” he said with only a little bit of reproach in his voice. “What were you expecting? A place like this? Now why don’t you let me get the bill?”

I looked at the bill one more time. I really wanted to get lunch. The independent streak in me still wanted to do that even though it would probably come close to maxing out the one credit card I had. I sighed. He’d won this round.

I was starting to wonder if there was a single round on this vacation that I was going to win. I wondered if I wanted to win any of the rounds if it meant going further down this fairytale rabbit hole he’d constructed for me.

“Fine, you get this bill, but next time we’re going to the food court in the convention center and it’s my treat!”

He chuckled and took the bill from me. A thin smile moved across his face as he took it. And I blushed. It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so goddamned delicious every time he smiled like that!

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “Though I don’t know that we’ll have much time for food courts once we get to the convention.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Did you bring the costume like we talked about?”

I knew a polite and not-so-subtle changing of the subject when I heard it, and I decided that for now I was going to let him have his secrets. Eventually I was going to get to the bottom of what the heck was behind this mystery, but for now I decided I was just going to enjoy the ride. I’d met up with him, it turned out he wasn’t a nut job or anything like that, and I figured that was good enough for the moment.

“Yeah,” I said. “I brought the costume along with.”

Initially I’d been hesitant to wear my bikini armor costume, even if it was one of my favorite things for my character to traipse around in. I’d gotten a good reaction at the regional cons I attended but this was the big leagues. Only now that I’d gotten a good look at him, well let’s just say I was glad I’d decided to slut it up just a little bit for the convention. That I decided to slut it up just a little bit for this delicious man.

“What about you? Did you bring along your costume?”

He grinned. “Of course I did!”

“So what now?”

“How about this for a plan? You go back to your suite and changed into your costume, I’ll go back to my hotel room and change into mine, and then we can meet up and hit the convention floor together. Sound good?”

I grinned. “That sounds like one hell of a plan!”

“Excellent! So where do you want to meet up once we’re both in our costumes?”

I bit my lip and thought about that for a moment. I knew what the right answer was. I knew what the safe answer was. I was supposed to tell him that he needed to meet me down in the hotel lobby. Or maybe even at the convention center itself. A place where there were lots of people walking around, where there was no chance he could abduct me or whatever.

Only the voice in the back of my head that was telling me what I should do was quickly being drowned out by an even louder and more insistent voice that was telling me what I wanted to do. That voice was pointing out how turned on I was just looking at him. That voice was screaming about how lucky we were that this fine specimen of a man had flown us out here and he was so nice in person as well as being so incredibly fucking hot. That voice was screaming at me that there was a gorgeous man who was showing interest in me.

That voice won out.

“Why don’t you just meet me back at my suite? I assume you know where it is?”

He chuckled. But there was something that flashed in his eyes. Something that made me squirm in my seat. There was just the briefest flash of heat there. The briefest flash of lust. It made me want to jump on him right in the middle of this restaurant, but I held myself back.

I was surprised that I was being this forward, this brazen, with him. I usually never acted this way, and here I was thinking about jumping him in what looked to be one of the most expensive restaurants in the city!

I needed to calm the fuck down.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I reached out and took his hand. Sparks danced at that touch. I took in a deep breath as I felt the contours of his hand. As I wondered what it would feel like to have those contours running over my body and not just my hand.

“I’m sure. I’ll meet you in say, a half hour?”

He smiled, a warm and inviting smile. “Sounds like a plan.”

14: Real Life Role-Play

Double-sided tape. I needed more double-sided tape. They never mention in the movies exactly how much double-sided tape goes into getting a costume like this to work. The damned prosthetic pointy elf ears were easier to get on and keep in place than the bra on this sexy fantasy bikini monstrosity.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked damn good, even if I was saying so myself. The bikini top on this costume, a combination of plastic pieces I’d ordered online and clothing material I sewed myself, looked amazing on my chest. And my body looked pretty damn good too. I wasn’t sure how I’d compare to other girls wearing similar costumes, but I’d been the belle of the ball at the regional con I went to in this thing.

Not for the first time I considered just how ridiculous this costume was. I mean honestly. What woman in her right mind would go out to slay monsters in a bikini like this? Particularly a skimpy bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sure the books and game hand waved some of it away by saying that the bikini generated some magical field or some other such bullshit, but I think everyone knew that was just an excuse to put sexy girls on book covers or in the game for pervy guys to stare at while they adventured.

I’d have to ask Sean Taylor about that if I got to one of his Q&A sessions.

Not that I minded. It was one of my favorite outfits on my own character and I definitely wasn’t a pervy guy. And I knew of one guy who I couldn’t wait to show off for.

I stopped cupping the bikini top and immediately it fell causing my tits to pop out. Again. Now there was something that would probably turn some heads. There was something that would probably get me on a couple costuming blogs, maybe even the top of the Elassa Informer itself, though not for the reasons I’d want to get on any of those sites.

I reached down with a sigh and pulled out more double-sided tape. I might be at this for a while.

A buzzing from my phone pulled my attention away from trying to get my costume to stay in place. What I saw on the screen sent a red hot bolt of anticipation shooting through my body and straight to my pussy.

It was from Eric. Two words. “I’m here.”

Those two words sent butterflies through my stomach. Hell, it felt like more than butterflies in my stomach. I almost worried that I was going to get sick, I was so nervous. I snapped up my phone and instinctively tried to put it in a pocket only to realize that my costume left absolutely no room for the phone to go anywhere. As a last resort I popped it in between my tits, praying that the phone pressing against the bikini top wouldn’t be enough to send my breasts popping out. Thankfully it held. It looked like the double-sided tape I’d put all along the inside of my top was doing its work. For now.

I had to take the elevator down to the top floor since the suite was only accessible by elevator. I was all ready to go by the time it dinged and started opening.

“My…”

I looked him up and down in his costume and my mouth fell open. Damn.

“Hero!”

I mean, I knew Eric looked good. I’d seen firsthand just how damn sexy he was back at the restaurant. Still, none of that could prepare me for seeing him in that costume. He wore the bright red armor of the dark lord Orthaur, though it looked like he went for the armor from flashbacks in the series before he’d been disfigured by his evil ways. Which meant it was the perfect compliment to Eric’s amazing physique showing off glimpses of his muscular body under the armor.

It was completed by a helmet that looked almost movie-quality it was so good. He had that tucked under the crook of his arm though. He probably wanted to make sure I knew it was him in that armor and not some random sexy muscular guy walking around in a costume from a more obscure footnote in the books.

And damn did he look good in that costume! Bright blue eyes, tousled brown hair, a stunning smile, a ridiculously ripped chest that was revealed thanks to the lack of clothes that went with his costume. I glanced down and saw that his cock was covered by a combination of cloth and plastic armor, but just barely. My mouth watered and I could feel myself getting wet as I imagined what his cock looked like under his costume.

“My lady elf,” he said with a bow.

I blushed as he used the term from our role-playing sessions. Just hearing those words on his lips was enough to send another wave of warm pleasure coursing through my body and pussy. God was he gorgeous.

He stood up from his bow. “May I come in my lady?”

“Sure,” I managed to get out. I gestured and we rode back up to the suite in silence. I was so nervous. Where was this going? I knew where I wanted it to go but was he on the same page? Who was I kidding? Weren’t all men on the same page when it came to that sort of thing? And why was my mind running on overdrive like this?

I turned and watched his rippling muscles moving across his back as he moved into the room. He turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Nice digs.”

Only the way he looked at the suite was nothing compared to how he looked at me. His eyes ran up and down my body like a lover’s caress. Seeing his eyes run over me like that made me want to feel him running other things all over me in a lover’s caress. I needed him. I desperately needed this to go where I thought it was going.

“You look amazing Maia,” he said. “Or should I say Jessica?”

The sound of his voice made me blush. There was a barely concealed lust, an obvious hunger, hidden in the way he choked out those words. It was as though this god standing before me, rippling muscles and all, was barely able to control himself. I pressed myself back against the elevator door both because I didn’t trust myself and because seeing him standing there in that costume brought to mind some of the naughty things we’d gotten up to in that dungeon a week ago. Things that I desperately wanted to repeat here.

Only we’d just met! The rational part of me said it was too soon.

Wasn’t it?

“You’re looking pretty good yourself,” I said.

“Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint my lady Maia,” he said.

It was odd hearing him use my in game name. Of course that’s what I went by most of the time, considering how much time I spent in game, but it was still weird hearing it in the real world. Over voice chat? Sure. In guild chat? Not odd at all. It really was my second name. This was just the first time that name had intruded into real life other than brief conversations with Samantha.

I kind of liked it.

“My Lord is too kind,” I said. Talking like this actually helped to take the edge off. If I was in character then it’s as though it wasn’t happening to me even as this most definitely was happening to me. It was like I was in the world’s sexiest out of body experience as he took a step towards me. Was this really happening? It was happening. I couldn’t believe it but it was happening.

I gasped. He looked so amazing. It was obvious from his catlike grace and the way his muscles moved that he spent his fair share of time in the gym. He took another step, and another. My breathing was picking up. This reminded me of his character advancing on mine in the forbidden role-playing scenario from a few weeks back. From that night when I violated all of my principles for this man.

From the barely concealed lust playing across his face it was obvious that’s what he was going for. That’s what he was remembering.

“I think my Lady elf is just being polite,” he said. “I think my Lady elf is only saying such things because I’ve managed to capture her.”

I turned my head away, both so he couldn’t see the blush on my face and because it seemed like the right thing to do. I knew where he was going with this and it had me so fucking turned on for some reason. There were so many things I could do with this scenario in the real world that we couldn’t when it was just two characters on the screen chatting at one another.

My nipples strained out towards his body, brushing against the hard plastic of my bikini top, and I could feel myself soaking through my panties. Damn. I was going to have to get control of myself before I ruined this damn costume before I even had a chance to wear it out on the convention floor.

“I would never try to deceive my Lord,” I whispered.

I felt him rather than saw him as he approached. My head was still turned to the side. I was still looking down. Demure, proper, exactly how I imagined an elven sorceress would act when captured by a dangerous and devastatingly handsome human.

Or at least how I would want to act in this scenario. This was all play, after all.

“Yet my Lady elf mocks me even with her words,” he said.

I gasped and closed my eyes as one of his powerful hands reached down and cupped my chin. Forcefully he pulled my head to the side, and I felt another thrill run through my body accompanied by a rush of wetness between my legs as he held my gaze. He was staring down at me with that same intensity, that same hunger, and I saw his eyes run up and down my body. My chest was heaving, my breasts pressing up as they strained out to him.

“How am I mocking my Lord?” I asked.

“Every time you call me my Lord, elf,” he said, making “elf” sound like a four letter word. “I am no Lord.”

“But you’ve captured me,” I said. “Doesn’t that make you my Lord?”

He smiled and I melted. I was starting to feel weak in the knees. It was everything I could do to maintain my composure, to stay standing while he looked at me like that. That smile, a cocky half grin, was such a turn on. All I wanted him to do at that moment was lean down and press his lips against mine. Only he couldn’t. Not yet. That wouldn’t be in keeping with this suddenly deliciously dominant character, and keeping in character was part of the fun.

“I think I like the sound of that,” he said.

I licked my lips. “What else would my Lord like now that my Lord has me at his mercy?”

His eyes running down my body left no doubt as to exactly what it was he wanted. Our one role-playing session that veered into this territory also left no doubt in my mind as to exactly what he wanted from me.

“It’s not what I want,” he said. “It’s what is mine. What I’m going to take.”

I moaned as his hand made contact with my skin. His powerful hands ran up and down my stomach, moving down to just over the top of my bikini briefs where he ran the tips of his fingers just inside my bottoms but refused to go further, leaving me panting and wanting so much more.

I just wanted to feel his touch, I needed to feel his body against me. I wanted to feel his hands against my pussy. Yet he withdrew his hand with a smile and a chuckle. Obviously he could tell exactly what I wanted and obviously he was going to leave me in delicious agony for a little longer.

His other hand traced up my stomach and in between my cleavage, pausing to run along the underside of my breasts. Looking at his eyes looking down at me and my costume, seeing the hunger there, was too much for me. I took a deep breath and pressed my tits out, wanting him to appreciate them.

I hadn’t dreamed this would happen when I invited him up here, though I’d hoped, and now that we were actually doing this I was ready to throw myself at him. It had been far too long, I was far too turned on. Standing here in this costume, wearing this outfit that I wore so often in the game, feeling his eyes on me and knowing this gorgeous creature obviously wanted me so much, it made me feel like I could be myself, the game me, the real me, out here in the real world. It made me feel bold in a way hadn’t been in a good long while. The way I was acting with him considering we’d just met was so brazen that I was astonished at myself, and yet I was completely at his mercy.

Here I was in a suite over the biggest Elassa convention in the world, this amazing pressed against me acting out a scorching role-playing improv, and all I wanted to do was get down on my knees and beg for more. Get down on my knees and beg to be his captive elf slave. Submit to him entirely.

Eric’s hand ran along my tits and then he was moving his hand around the back of my outfit where I’d pulled my hair together in a pony tail to give a good view of my pointed prosthetic ears. I closed my eyes and gasped as his hand wrapped around the braid.

He gripped my hair and pulled, just hard enough that it was obvious he was in control, just on the edge of pain, but not to the point that he was actually hurting me. I gasped.

“I think I see something I want to take right here,” he said.

“No…” I whispered.

I thought things were hot and heavy when we were doing this sort of thing in-game, but it was so much hotter, so much more incredibly sexy acting this out in person. Feeling him pressing his body against me, actually having his hand wrapped around my braid taking command in a way that he hadn’t even when we were together in-game.

“What was that?”

I opened my eyes and glared at him. “No. You’ll never have me!”

“Are you defying me?”

I wasn’t sure how this next part would be received, but I did it anyways. I leaned back, summoned all of my courage wondering if this would ruin the moment even as I did it, and spit in his face.

“That’s what I think of you and your orders,” I said.

I didn’t ruin the moment.

His response was immediate and incredibly hot. He whirled me around, keeping a hold on my hair while his other hand ran around behind me so that he could pick me up. He carried me over to my bed and threw me down. Briefly I worried that being thrown around like that might be enough to dislodge something on my costume. It was enough to dislodge my phone from where I’d wedged it between my tits.