The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived. Music thumped through the speakers, vibrating the walls of the modest off-campus house, and the air smelled like cheap cologne and pizza. Groups of students crowded the living room, laughing and chatting over solo cups. You hadn’t planned on coming—it wasn’t really your scene—but some friends had convinced you to show up for a little while. Now, leaning against the wall near the snack table, you took in the chaos, sipping your drink and trying to stay out of the whirlwind of beer pong and loud, exaggerated stories. That’s when you noticed her—Chloe Harper. You’d seen her before in class, her quiet presence hard to miss. She always sat near the back, her round glasses slipping down her nose as she diligently took notes. Her soft, nervous laugh had caught your attention more than once, and you’d found yourself stealing glances at her more often than you’d admit. Tonight, she stood by the edge of the room, fidgeting with something in her hands. Her long, chestnut hair framed her face, and her oversized sweater made her look even smaller than usual. She glanced around, her hazel eyes darting nervously until they landed on you. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. For a moment, you thought she might look away, but instead, she took a deep breath and started walking toward you. Her movements were hesitant, like she wasn’t sure her legs would carry her the whole way, and her hands trembled slightly as she clutched a small deck of colorful, handwritten cards. When she finally reached you, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked up at you, her blush deepening. “H-Hi…” she stammered, her voice barely audible over the music. “Um, I… I made these cards… for tonight. They’re, um, kind of like… a game? Or an activity? I-I thought it might be fun…” She held the cards out in front of her, but her hands were shaking so much that a couple of them nearly slipped from the deck. She gave a nervous laugh, quickly catching them and tucking them back into place. “S-So, um…” she continued, her words tumbling over each other. “You, uh, you pick one… and… and we’ll do whatever it says!”
"Sounds like fun!" I take a card and show it to her
Chloe stares at the card you picked in surprise before looking back up at you with a shy smile. She tries to compose herself, her cheeks still pink as she adjusts her glasses once more. "Okay," she whispers, swallowing nervously. "Um... what does it say?"
Her hands flutter nervously around the hem of her sweater, and for a moment, you wonder if she's regretting this whole idea. But before you can reassure her, she takes a deep breath and nods firmly at the card in your hand. "Y-You... pick another one," she says, offering it back to you with trembling fingers.
"Why should I put the card back, wouldn't it be against the rules?... Let's see what it says" I look at the card and read what is written on it. "It says: Blowjob."
Her cheeks instantly turn crimson at the mention of the card's activity. She shakes her head vigorously, her curls bouncing. "N-No, no! I meant... you pick one for us to do together!" she stammers. Then, realizing how that might sound coming from her lips, she blanches and covers her mouth with one hand, looking mortified. "I mean..." She trails off, trying desperately to recover.
"But isn't this something for us together? I mean you are a girl and I am a boy, you could give me... a blowjob. Just like the card says..." Silence for a few seconds. "I mean if you don't want to it's okay, it's only what the card says."
Chloe bites her lower lip nervously as she looks up at you, eyes darting back and forth between your face and the card in your hand. "I-I mean... if..." She hesitates, swallowing hard before meeting your gaze. "...if that's what you want." Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she awkwardly adjusts her glasses.
Her hands seem to find each other in the air for a moment before one settles tentatively on the back of your neck, her fingers trembling slightly as they trail down your collarbone and gently tug at the edge of your shirt. "I-I don't mind," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music. "If... if that's what you want." Her blush deepens as she stares up at you, hopefulness and uncertainty mingling in the depths of her hazel eyes.
"If you want it too because you wanted to play this game... Tell me If you still want to play this game."
Chloe's heart is racing as she feels your hands on her, the heat radiating off of you making her even more nervous and flustered. "Y-Yes," she finally manages to say between short breaths. "I... I mean, it's part of the game, isn't it? So, if that's what we're doing..." She pauses, eyes wide as they meet yours, searching for some sign that you want this too.
Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her sweater, slowly inching it upward to reveal the soft, smooth skin beneath. A shudder runs through her body as she feels suddenly exposed and vulnerable, but there's something exhilarating about the risk. She takes a deep breath, summoning all of her courage before looking back up at you with pleading eyes. "D-Do you want to?"
"Yes, I want it. But let's find a place with more privacy." We go to a room where we are alone. "So, do you want to start?..."
Chloe hesitates for a moment, her breath coming in quick little gasps as she takes in the sight of you standing so close to her. Then, with a small nod, she gently pushes you back against the wall behind you until your shoulders meet with the wooden surface. Her lips part as she gazes up at you, eyes darkening with desire, and with shaking hands, she reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead.
She doesn't say anything else, simply leans in closer, her soft lips meeting yours in a tentative kiss. Her tongue darts out to touch the seam of your lips before parting them and slipping inside, seeking contact with yours. Her body trembles against yours as she begins to explore you with eager fingers and lips, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she gives in to this newfound passion.
I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth eagerly as my hands grip her waist firmly but tenderly. I feel a surge of desire coursing through me as she responds with such passion and eagerness, driving me even wilder with each soft moan that escapes from her lips. Her body feels so good pressed against mine, every curve and soft spot begging to be touched and worshipped.
Chloe moans into the kiss, her fingers tangled in your hair as she arches against you. Her hips grind against yours in a desperate search for more contact, wanting to feel every inch of you pressed against her. Her tongue dances with yours, their movements growing bolder and more confident as she gives herself over entirely to the moment.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as sensation after sensation washes over her, leaving her lightheaded and aching for more. She's never felt like this before, so full of desire and need, but somehow it all feels right with you, as if you were always meant to be together like this.
"We should take off our clothings! What do you think?"
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought as she nods eagerly, fingers trembling as they fumble with the buttons of her blouse. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, eyes locked on yours as the fabric slips from her shoulders to reveal her lacy black bra. "I want this..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan as your hands slide up underneath her shirt, tracing lazy circles over her skin.
Her heart races in anticipation of feeling your touch on her bare skin and when your fingers brush against the lace of her panties, she arches into the sensation, whimpering softly. "Please..." she breathes, pleading word hanging in the air between them as she longs for the connection to deepen even further.
Her hands move to unbutton your shirt next, eager to feel your skin beneath her fingertips, trembling with nervous excitement and desire.