The Gamer Girls: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

We didn’t win that game, or the next one—but when we went to play our last game of the day, which Lena called a ‘warm down’ game, we ended up making the stars align. I got into a good grove and started landing prime shots. And sure enough, we won.

And I didn’t think much of it, because I didn’t think a ‘warm down’ match was still part of that whole deal. Then, I heard Jess say, “Alright Zoe, suck his cock.”

I froze up. My gaze tracked up to see Zoe coming towards me, smiling nervously. She was tying her hair back, using an elastic from her wrist, before settling down on her knees in front of me.

“You—You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” she said bluntly, and then she reached forward and unzipped my fly.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to be rude. I didn’t want to be awkward. I didn’t want to look like a coward. I guess it helped that Zoe was super cute with her bouncy curls and her painted nails. Her perfume was a bit different than the others: almost fruity and youthful.

I looked over—which was a mistake—and saw the other girls looking at me. Jess rolled her eyes. Mara had a longing sort of look in her eyes. Lena almost looked… jealous.

It dawned on me in that moment that this was a a bad recipe for a lot of drama. I don’t know if this was some sort of polygamist arrangement, but arrangements like that never work out… Not that I had any experience with anything like that.

There was just too many complexities. Even now, I felt very weird about Lena’s jealous look, and I felt bad for Mara who seemed to wish she was in Zoe’s position.

And, of course, I felt awkward as hell about getting head in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know.

But damn, Zoe was good. She was trying to prove something, the way she bobbed her head fast and worked her tongue. She slipped her fingers in and squeezed hard, twisting just the right amount, slurping and spitting when it made sense. She had my legs trembling within a minute, and it wasn’t long before I realized I was going to cum and look like a premature ejaculator.

Then, I looked down and saw that she was using her free hand to jerk herself off. Her cock was out: a small, cute cock with a throbbing red tip. Her friends couldn’t see that part, because she was tucked slightly under my desk. She saw me notice and she grinned, winking, and I wasn’t sure how to react. I didn’t want a reminder that these weren’t technically ‘girls’ in the biological sense.

But damn, it felt so good—even with her stroking her shaft right in front of me.

For some reason, I couldn’t look away: the way her cute neon pink fingers slid up and down her shaft. She kept transferring spit from my cock to hers. I saw her bite her lip hard. I watched her shudder. Then, I watched the tip of her cock as warm, white goo gushed out.

And for some reason that sparked my own orgasm.

“Shit,” I moaned.

I came in her mouth. She locked her lips on my tip, and then she tilted her head back and swallowed. She giggled and smiled at me.

I made the mistake of gazing around the room at the faces of the others. Mara perked up when I looked at her. “Want to spend the night in my room? We can cuddle. It can be like… team bonding.”

“Bonding?” Jess said with a chuckle. “Does that mean I’m invited.”

“We’re already bonded,” Mara blushed. “Ethan is new and needs… extra bonding time.”

“I have to get home,” I said. “But, uh… maybe another time.” I remembered that cheque that I still had to cut.

“You can leave your setup here,” Lena said, standing up from her station. “It will save you the headache of lugging it back and forth. We’re going to start training at nine in the morning.”

“Okay,” I said. The girls were still staring at me, as if they were waiting for me to say something. “Uh, thanks for the training today. And…” I looked at Zoe. “Thanks for the…”

She winked at me, and then she licked her lips.

When I got home, Adam was in the kitchen. The house smelled amazing. A bubbling red sauce was simmering on the stovetop. “What are you cooking?”

“A girl is coming over,” he said. “Don’t worry; we’re just eating here then going out. We won’t keep you up.”

“It’s fine either way,” I said. “I’m tired and could sleep through anything.”

“Exhausted from a long day of playing Pac Man?” He laughed.

“It’s not Pac Man,” I said—but he already knew that.

“What’s really the difference?” he asked, eyeing me inquisitively. “I mean… do you really think that game you’re playing is so much better than if you were playing… The PAW Patrol Game?”

“You’re just being… an ass,” I said.

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that. Keep shooting those imaginary bad guys. Meanwhile, the rest of us are getting laid.”

“Who says I’m not?” I said.

He paused. He looked at me for a moment, and then he roared with laughter. “Yeah, okay, Ethan. Sure thing.”

“How do you know I’m not?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Because you’re obviously not. You have that sweat stain on the back of your shirt that you get from sitting for hours. Girls aren’t into… video games. I’m just trying to be honest with you. I want the best for you, Ethan—so here’s what I’m going to do. My gym has a deal on right now. If I refer someone, I get a free month. So I’ll refer you—you can book for a month, and then I’ll pay for the month for you with what I save from my free month.”

“I don’t want to go to the gym.”

“You need to. It’s the first step towards being a damned man, dude. You’ll never get a woman like that. You’ll never have friends.”

“I have friends,” I said.

“Really? Who?”

I hesitated. “I’ve been, uh, playing with some new friends. A gaming group.”

He winced. “God, I would hate to be in that room. The smell must just be… Yikes.”

“They’re normal,” I said—though that was a bit of a lie. “And they’re not… all guys.”

“And what? You’re fucking one of them? I think you’re losing your mind and slipping into some sort of perverted fantasy.”

“Whatever,” I said.

He laughed. “Even if any of that is true… Even if you did meet some friends and you found some slam-piggy to fuck between games—you still need to pull your life together. You need to start becoming a man, and that means losing your skinny-fat thirteen-year-old physique. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the gym. Because I care about you.”

“I’m busy tomorrow.”

“I didn’t even say when.”

“I’m busy all day.”

“Do not tell me you’re playing video games all day.”

I pressed my lips thin. “And other team meeting stuff… We have a tournament this weekend. It’s a qualifying tournament.”

“Some team shit?” he said, as if he didn’t know. We used to game together; he knew all about the game. Now, he was just playing dumb to try to look cool.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll bail you out for an hour—long enough to work your arms for a bit. Trust me: bigger arms will go a long way.”

I feigned a smile and nodded my head. I knew I wasn’t going to get him off my back. “What time were you thinking?”

“Bright and early,” he said.