Gaming for Love (17 page)

When we reach the top
of the stairs and I turn towards my room, she pulls me back. “Are
you sure, Scott? I mean, I know how you feel about letting anyone
into your spaces. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do
this. It’s fine if you aren’t ready.”

I know that she means
what she says and that is why
I
say, “I want you to see my room, Yas. Just try not to laugh too
hard.” I add as I open the door and step inside.

Yas comes in behind me
and I watch her as she takes it all in. My room is large and
spacious. One wall has floor to ceiling shelves holding computer
programming books and computer parts. I saved everything I
experimented on while I was learning how to build and program
computers. In between the shelves is a 60” flat screen TV with a
cabinet under it housing my different game systems. The wall with the
windows has my desk underneath it, covered with papers and notebooks.
Next to it is the built in bookcase. It isn’t holding books,
though. It has various video game controllers that I collected. Even
an old Atari one. There are also character statues from my role
playing games and even some stuffed Marios, Luigis and Yoshis. To my
left, is the wall that my bed it jutting out from. There are
nightstands covered in more papers and notebooks as well as lamps
made of game consoles. The last wall is one giant wall to wall
closet. My dresser is in there because I didn’t have any free wall
space to put it on. The middle of my floor is dominated by bean bag
chairs.

She walks around
touching the shelves and TV lightly. She makes her way past my desk,
smiling at the clutter and stops at the bookcase. “Your friends?”
she says asks, picking up a game controller and one of the Marios. I
nod and she places a kiss on each before putting them back on my
shelf. Then she bends down. “Thank you all for being there for my
guy. I have started playing more video games to show my
appreciation.”

My feet take me to her
in seconds. “Yas, shit, are you for real? I mean, damn, woman. I
can’t believe that you just thanked some toys and game controllers
for being my friends.”

“You told me they
were your only friends in high school. Why shouldn’t I thank them?
I am glad that if you didn’t have human friends, at least you had
something to make you happy. I know that you are happy when you play
video games. I’ve seen the look on your face. You love it. Now, as
for the part about being real, I think you know that there is nothing
fake about me.” She pulls on my belt loops, drawing me closer to
her. “You said that you always wanted to have a hot girl in your
room. Was there anything in particular that you wanted to do once you
got one in here? Do you want me to dress up as Slave Leia?”

I reach up and pull
lightly on her ponytail. “I would love to have you dress up for me,
but I don’t have a costume lying around. There
was
something else that I thought about a lot though. Remember
I told you that I would like to tie you up?” She swallows hard and
nods. “That is what I wanted to do in here. I wanted to tie a girl
to my bed with my game controllers and have sex with her.”

“Umm...I-I don’t
know, Scott.” She lets go of my shorts, starts rubbing her arms and
looks around like she is trying to decide if she needs to escape. I
stand still, waiting to see if she is going to bolt. She takes some
deep breaths and seems to steady her nerves. She looks up at me, a
mix of fear and shyness in her eyes. “You won’t hurt me, will
you?”

“Never, Yas. I would
never
hurt you. I
know that you know that. We don’t have to do this, I was just
answering you honestly.”

A determined look
crosses her face. “I
do
know that you won’t hurt me. This is just scary for me. I am glad
that you were honest with me.” She takes another deep breath and
reaches out to cup my cheek in her hand. “You can tie me up.
Scott.”

* * *

Yasmin

I can’t believe that
I just told Scott that he could tie me up. I’ve never been into
that, but, I
know
with every fiber of my being that he won’t hurt me. I can do this
for him. I walk away from him and towards his bed, shedding my
clothes as I go. I kick off my shoes and lie on his bed, grabbing the
metal headboard. “Is this where you want me?”

He looks at me for what
feels like forever and finds his voice. “Yeah, baby, that’s
good.” He grabs two controllers off the bookcase. “My new
controllers are wireless so I’m going to have to use my old friends
here.” he explains as he tosses them on the bed then removes his
clothes.

Scott climbs up on the
bed and when he reaches the headboard, he starts wrapping a
controller around my left wrist. “Is that too tight?” he asks. I
shake my head no and he does the same to my right hand. I am lying
here bare and bound to his bed. I close my eyes and try to steady my
breathing, but I am starting to freak out a little.

“Easy, Yas. It’s
okay. I’m not going to do anything different than we’ve already
done. It’s exactly the same except for the fact that you can’t
use your hands. I promise. I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Okay. I will be
alright. Just give me a minute to get used to this. I-I don’t
really like it, but I will be fine. There are condoms in my purse if
you don’t have any in here.” I swallow again and try to control
my breathing.

“There are definitely
none in here,” he tells me as he walks over to my purse on the
floor and grabs the foil packets. “Your purse is a mess. How do you
find anything in there?” He laughs and I know he is trying to
lighten the mood and make me more comfortable.

I laugh and tell him,
“I can find things just fine.” I
do
feel a little lighter but I am still nervous.

“Are you wet, Yas?”
Scott asks and I can tell that he is not asking to be flirty. He
wants to know if I am ready for him.

“Not really,” I
answer honestly.

He sits down on the bed
next to me as he nods, placing his hand on my stomach. “I’m going
to untie you now, Yas. I know that you don’t want it like this and
I can’t make love to you knowing that you are scared of me.” He
starts to reach forward and I put on my big girl
panties—figuratively—and tell him to stop.

“I am
not
scared of you, Scott. Giving up control is hard and I feel
vulnerable. But I know you won’t hurt me and I want you to live
your fantasy. I am going to take you up on your offer to tie you up
one day, too. I want you to understand how hard it is.” I pause.
“Oh, I just realized that you might have been tied up when you were
experimenting.”

He shakes his head. “I
wasn’t tied up, ever. I told you it was all about my pleasure and
being tied up never interested me. You can tie me up whenever you
want. Now I’m going to make you wet so that you are ready for me.”
he says as he starts moving his hand down my stomach.

I nod and close my eyes
and I feel his fingers slip between my folds and down into me. A few
pumps of his fingers and I’m wet. He swirls his thumb over my clit
and I start straining against the controllers. “I’m ready for
you, Scott,” I rasp out.

“You’re not wet
enough yet.” He bends over and starts licking one nipple while his
hand pinches and kneads the other one. He sucks hard and then pulls
his mouth up, letting my breast pop out of his mouth. “Come for me,
Yas. I want you to be dripping when I enter you.”

Then he’s switching
nipples and giving one the other one the attention that it wants. His
fingers are still pumping in and out while his thumb presses on my
clit. I’m thrusting my hips pushing his fingers in deeper. I can
feel the pressure building. “Come on Yas, come for me, baby.”
Those words send me over the edge and I’m crying out as I spasm. He
moves back from me taking his fingers with him and I hear him tear
the condom open. I’m still coming down when he slams into me.

He is thrusting hard.
I’m still a little sore from yesterday but I am also dripping wet,
so he’s slipping in and out with ease. He reaches next to me and
grabs one of the pillows. Sitting back, he places it under my ass and
then goes up on his knees. He continues his fast rhythm as he leans
forward and reaches his hands up to clutch mine while he sucks and
nibbles on my neck. I thread my fingers through his and we hold hands
as he comes hard inside of me.

It takes him a few
minutes to recover and then he’s letting go of my hands and sliding
out of me. He immediately unties my hands before he even takes the
condom off. He starts kissing both of my wrists repeatedly and then
looks into my eyes. “Thank you, Yas. That was better than any
fantasy I had as a teen. I love you so much. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Scott, I’m
okay. It wasn’t too bad. I just hated that I couldn’t touch you.
Thank
you
for making
me feel safe. I love you, too.”

He leaves me briefly to
get rid of the condom and then he is back, holding me. He hugs me to
him and we stay like that for several minutes, while he kisses my
head and rubs my back. I didn’t lie to him. I don’t know that I
will ever want to do anything like that again, but he made me feel
safe and loved. I’m glad that he didn’t try to wait for me,
though. I am not sure that I could have come with him pounding into
me while I was bound.

Scott groans and then
says, “I would love to stay here, holding you, but we should get
going.”

We get up and put our
clothes on. He puts his controllers back and then we walk downstairs
and out of the house. He holds my hand the whole way, only letting go
when he opens the passenger door for me and gets in the car himself.
He immediately grabs my hand again and holds it tight.

* * *

Scott

I can’t believe I
just had Yasmin in my old bed, tied to it with my game controllers.
Every time I think that something we do together is the hottest, most
erotic thing I have ever experienced, we do something to top it. I
don’t think anything will ever top what we just did. At least for
me. I know that Yas wasn’t completely into it and I really would
have untied her. But, I won’t lie. I am so fucking glad that she
told me not to. I need to let her take the lead the next time we are
together, though. I want to give her back some control. I think she
may need it. God, I love this woman so much.

We get stuck waiting
for a train to pass and I tell her. “Hey, baby, you’re in charge
next time. We’ll do whatever you want. Wherever and however you
want. Anything.” I pull her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles.

“Thanks.” I can see
that I made her happy. And that makes
me
happy. “So, if I ask you to just go down on me for hours
and
tell me how much
you love the taste of me, you’ll do it?” I can see the mischief
in her eyes when I glance over.

“Do I have to say I
love it? I don’t want to sound like one of your books,” I groan.
I will though, if that’s what she wants.

She laughs so hard that
I think she is going to pass out. “No, you don’t have to say it
and I wouldn’t make you do that anyway. I’ll think of something.”
It’s her turn to pull our joined hand to her mouth and kiss mine.

“I would do it for
you.”

“I know.”

It takes a while to get
to the other side of town, where I spent my toddler and elementary
school years. We don’t talk much. Yas looks out the window taking
in another part of my city while I concentrate on driving in the busy
traffic.

When we reach my
neighborhood, I pull up outside my old house and get out. I run
around and open Yas’s door as Mrs. Johnson comes down the steps.

“Scott Griffin as I
live and breathe. Come over here and give me a hug.”

“Hey Mrs. J. How have
you been?” I grin as I envelope her in a hug.

“I’m sure that you
don’t want to hear about my problems. Especially when you have a
pretty girl with you.”

I reach behind me for
Yas’s hand and she moves forward to put it in mine. “Yas, this is
my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. J, this is my girlfriend,
Yasmin.”

“It’s a pleasure to
meet you Mrs. Johnson,” she says, sticking out her hand.

“Girlfriend? You
finally managed to get yourself one of those? This calls for a hug,
not a handshake.” She pulls Yas into her and after a second of
hesitation, my girl hugs her back. “Wait until I tell the rest of
the neighborhood that little Scotty Griffin has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve
had your fun. And please don’t call me Scotty, I am almost 22 years
old for Fu-God’s sake.”

She reaches out to
ruffle my hair and totally undoes my faux hawk. “Why are you
pulling your hair up into that peak? If you want a Mohawk, you should
shave the sides like you are supposed to. I always taught you kids
that you should do something right or don’t so it at all.”

“No!” Yas
practically yells. “I like your hair Scott, please don’t shave
the sides.”

I can’t resist
playing with her a little. “So, you wouldn’t want me if I had a
real hawk?”

“I didn’t say that.
Stop teasing me. I wouldn’t care if you were bald. Well, I mean, I
would care but I would still love you. “

“I like this girl,
Scotty. You better treat her right.”

“I’m trying to Mrs.
J,” I tell her ignoring that she called me Scotty again. “That’s
why I brought her by to see my old house.” I turn to Yas. “When
we moved to the bigger house, my parents didn’t want to sell this
one. Mrs. J was about to be evicted because her building was being
torn down, so she moved in here.”

“That’s great.”

“What he didn’t
tell you is that they let me live here for free.”

I shift from side to
side, embarrassed. Like my parents, I don’t want attention on me
for my good deeds. The awards ceremony in a few months is an
exception to our rule and we wouldn’t be doing that if it wasn’t
for it being given to us by Erin and Dave’s favorite charity. I
still can’t believe that I have to wear a tux.