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“Yeah, got it.”
“This is not a game,” she added. “This is my life. Real life. And I want to be happy. Don’t I deserve to be? Don’t we all deserve to be happy?”
“I guess,” I sighed, not really getting it.
Tracianne walked into the room and the conversation abruptly ended. She asked for the code to the computer modem’s router. Mom had it written down on a tiny notebook in the junk drawer.
“Oh, Scrabble,” Tracianne said. “I love this game.”
“Here, why don’t you finish my game?” mom offered. “I have to finish up the laundry before dinner. If Phil doesn’t mind.”
“No-no, that’s fine,” I said, trying to keep the mood light.
“What’s the score?” asked Tracianne.
“I’m at 65 and you’re at 61,” I explained. “It’s a pretty tight game.”
“I see. You like it…tight?” she asked.
Is she flirting with me? Tracianne was hot, but what happened in the car--- That could get us both in a lot of trouble. I tried to talk to her about it and she avoids me. Now, here she is playing this innuendo game.
To be honest, I was a little distracted. Mom hadn’t really given me the answers I wanted. It wasn’t that I thought she was being dishonest, but that even she really didn’t understand either. Maybe we were both out of our depth when it came to relationships.
“Hello?” Tracianne urged. “Are you going to take your turn or what?”
“Yeah, relax,” I said. “This isn’t a game where you rush people.”
I finally put out the only word I could make. “Bang”. Tracianne giggled and then started laughing uncontrollably.
“What?” I asked. “You’re being weird.”
“Nothing,” she laughed. “Nothing.”
She immediately put down another word. “Lick”. She then noticeably licked her lips. Was I imagining this? Maybe I need to go upstairs and spend more time with the sock. I think my blue balls have backed up into my brain. Or perhaps I could play this game. Turn the tables on her.
“That’s a nice lick,” I commented.
“Well, who doesn’t enjoy that?”
I countered with my words, “Scream”.
“Something I imagine you’d do after having someone do your word,” I noted.
“Probably ending this, hopefully,” she said showing three letters.
She spelled out the word, “Cum”.
“But I don’t think that’s a legal word in Scrabble,” she said, putting the letters back.
“Oh, no. It’s a good word,” I assured her. “As in Johnny cum lately. Different context, different meaning than what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve been thinking about that word a lot recently. How about you?”
She was getting more direct. It was a risky game we were playing. Her dad was not far in the next room, although I was pretty sure he couldn’t hear us.
Mom had left and was in the laundry room, but the washing machine could abruptly stop, making it quieter. She could walk back in here. Maybe it was the risk that excited her.
“You think about words a lot in Scrabble,” I replied neutrally.
I held up the only word I could make, “Gag.” She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then put her two fingers in her mouth. Making a gagging sound, she mimed fellatio with her fingers. Jesus, I was getting aroused. What the fuck were we doing here?
The washing machine went off and mom walked back into the room to get something. The game resumed as normal for a few minutes. We went back and forth with a few words. Finally, I won the game with a long word, “Leggings”. Tracianne had be crushed, but to be fair--- She was continuing mom’s game.
“Not a true contest,” I noted. “We should play another.”
“Nah, I started out close enough,” she sighed. “You were…on top of me the entire time. I’d like to play another game where you were…crushing me again. How about we play poker tonight.”
“Two handed poker? That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“Strip poker,” she whispered. “As soon as the folks go to sleep. In the basement.”
Her dad came into the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. She took the opportunity to get up and leave. Guess I’d have to wonder if this was some kind of set up. I mean, Christ, this chick goes to hating me and now flirting hardcore. I would’ve like to chased her down and find out if she really wanted to meet in the basement, but I had such a boner. I had to sit there and clean up the game until it went down.
“Hey, Phil,” Richard noted. “How’d the game go? Did you win?”
“Yep,” I replied. “I won a lot.”
“Good deal.”
He walked out of the room and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would say if he heard half the things his daughter was implying. His reaction toward me being with his daughter naked--- That could get pretty ugly.
And Tracianne could be some kind of psycho. Did she hate me so much that she’d wind me up, put me in a compromising position and then rat me out to her dad just to score “parent points” or something? She was acting crazy.
