Page 6 of The Shared Game

“What kind of games do you have? What do you like best?” Paisley was letting her inner geek fly, and I was honestly loving it.

“I’ve got a pretty impressive collection.” He sat up a little straighter, happy to take the lead for once. “I have a soft spot for cooperative games.”

“Cooperative? I’ve never tried one of those. How do you win?” Paisley leaned forward, hanging on his every word. There was definitely a connection there. I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing at this point.

“Well, instead of beating each other’s score, you beat the game’s system, for lack of a better term.”

“And you work together to do that?” Her gaze flitted to me, and then back to Aaron.

The heat behind that look hit me immediately. She was into both of us. Oh, her thinking was on the same track as mine. I liked that. I could work with that.

“Yeah. Some people find it boring, but I like the communication and planning needed to pull off a win together. Plus, there are no sore losers. Right, Kevin?”

It was his turn to one-up me. I nodded and let the comment slide, my mind already whirling with what three bodies could get up to together. In all the wild shit I’d done in my life, a threesome remained stubbornly unticked on my bucket list.

If this little game night I was trying to set up went as I hoped, working together to beat a game would be the least memorable thing we’d do.

Four - Paisley

That went better than I expected. I’d had a blast and met two potential friends for a private game. Although ‘friends’ was possibly underselling it. It was clear Kevin was into me. Aaron was an enigma I was having fun trying to figure out.

Was he into guys, as Kevin had suggested? He’d certainly gone very quiet. But then there was the way he kept looking at me. Was he into both? That would be like hitting the jackpot and Christmas all at once.

My husband had never understood the appeal of watching two guys together; even though he shamelessly consumed so much lesbian porn, he couldn’t seem to flip the idea. I blamed it on a lack of imagination.

Two guys? Together? He hadn’t shared my enthusiasm, let alone ever been willing even to role-play the idea. Faced with it as a possible, real-life prospect, my imagination was working overtime.

I knew I was being silly. The most likely outcome would be a nice game, Kevin asking me out on a date, and me choosing whether to make future game nights awkward by refusing him or accepting. One would hurt his ego. The other would make Aaron a third wheel. Unless he joined in….

There was that thought again. As intrusive as always, and insistent. It had become my ‘go-to’ fantasy when I was alone, picturing the swirl of Kevin and Aaron tangled up as they lost themselves in one another while I directed their every move. Would they be willing participants in my live-action fantasy? It was fun to imagine how far I might be able to push things with the two of them, even if things never got that far in real life.

The group chat Aaron had set up certainly suggested that they would be willing to let me be in charge. Despite things starting innocently, conversation never failed to get a little flirty. I also seemed to be the one directing things, the one who they both gauged just how far they could push things. Maybe they were simply being respectful, or maybe I was filthier than both of them put together, despite what Kevin thought.

Amid the suggestive comments and double entendres, details still needed ironing out. The gaming group only met every two weeks, and the next planned date was canceled while the building underwent much-needed renovations. So much for a regular social life.

So, we started with setting a date and deciding on a game we all wanted to try. I was up for a surprise—fuck, I could do with a surprise involving these two—but Aaron insisted we nail down some ideas. I guess he liked to be prepared. Any thoughts about springing my idea of watching the two of them together might need planning—no room for seeing where the night took us all, as I hoped.

Choosing a date was hard enough. We were all adults with busy lives. The original two were both canceled—first because of a commitment Kevin had, then because Captain Snowball ate something he shouldn’t, and an emergency vet visit forced me to pull out.

I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen, but Kevin kept pushing for it. I’m pretty sure the whole idea would have collapsed without him, as Aaron was much too reticent to push things, and I didn’t want to come across as needy and desperate as I felt.

The truth was, I had felt something when I was with them both, something I’d not felt in a long time. It was desire. It was an urge, a longing, a craving, and it wasn’t for mere social interaction.

I wanted contact, skin-on-skin contact, and either of them would do, although both would be better. Christ, I was getting greedy in the absence of a regular dick, and all the dildos in the world weren’t cutting it anymore. I needed something real.

Kevin stepped up, and with the most dominant tone one can summon in text form, declared that we were doing it this Friday. It was only two days away, so minimal time to move things around if one of us were busy, but minimal time to cancel. At least, that’s how Kevin framed it.

The timing of his message was a little suspicious. It was later than most of us were active. Did he have late-night horn? In the glow of his aroused state, was waiting no longer an option?

“This Saturday. Aaron’s place. No more fucking about. This. Is. Happening.”

I read the words a few times, digesting the push and intent as much as the details. I was ready to head to bed, but teasing Kevin was a much more attractive option now that it had been presented to me.

“My, aren’t we being dominant. Not taking no for an answer?”

I was feeling super flirty. Curled up on my sofa with Captain Snowball purring happily beside me, I was as cozy as I could be. With a towel around my hair and my comfy pajamas after a pleasant late-night shower, I wasn’t looking as seductive as I was feeling, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I mean, a no always means a no, and I respect that.” He signed off with a bunch of funny emojis that made me snort with laughter before quickly adding. “Except for this. I won’t be taking no for an answer on this. You in?”