Gamer Girl

She was a rare breed. A girl who loved gaming. She owned every console known to mankind, but her favourite was her Xbox. She loved combat games - Red Dead Redemption, Call of Duty. Playing those games satisfied a certain bloodlust in her. When she played, she was in the zone. Her concentration was fierce. She didn't appreciate interruptions. She took her gaming seriously. She even had a particular set of clothes she liked to wear while playing; her favourite black Ramones t-shirt and a knee length black skirt. No shoes. Toes curled into the carpet in concentration. She was a rare breed indeed, this gamer girl.

He watched her from the doorway. He knew once she started playing there was no chance of stopping her. He watched her intently - the way her blue eyes were so intense as she focussed on the game, they way her hands held the controller with such purpose. Those hands were very skilled. She used them on him often, and he appreciated them more than she knew. He watched her pale face and let his eyes wander down to her breasts, that Ramones t-shirt hugging the curve of them. He was filled with lust for her as she, apparently unaware, continued with her game.

She was vaguely aware of him watching her. She knew he was there, but she was so engrossed in her game she didn't acknowledge him. She would be playing all evening. He would probably go to bed and leave her to it, like he normally did. She sometimes wished he was interested in playing to. Some things are worth sharing together, but she knew he didn't enjoy it.

He walked slowly from his vantage point to where she sat, and knelt down on the floor beside her legs. He let his hands gently brush against her calves, looking for some sort of reaction. Nothing. She kept playing. His hands made their way to her thighs, and he stroked them with more purpose. Still nothing. He pushed her skirt up so it sat on her hips, leaving her bare legs and black lace panties. He was pleased. He loved those panties. He gently parted her legs, and let his hand press on her mound. She moaned slightly but did not stop playing or even look like her concentration was broken. He began to move her mound, and he noticed her pupils dilate, her lips part slightly and her breathing become shallower. He pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger between her pussy lips, surprised at the slickness of her. He parted her legs a little further and moved his head between her legs. He could hear gun fire in the background, and the sound of choppers. His tongue found her clit, and he began to lick it with purpose, with a pressure that he knew would drive her wild. Her body betrayed her and she started to rock her pelvis and squeeze her thighs together, keeping him there. He slipped a finger inside her, then another. She began to push against him, and he knew she was close to climax. He continued his assault on her clit as she continued her assault in the game. She let out a growl as she came, grinding her pussy against his face. She dropped the controller and rode the waves of orgasm, eyes closed and mouth open. She opened her eyes, looked down at him and then reached for her controller to restart the game. Her right leg was wrapped around his neck, leaving him with his face pushed up against her pussy. He was there for the evening it seemed, and she liked to play for hours.