We Have This Game

We Have This Game

By Richard Bacula

The game is to see if one of us can have sex with the other person without waking them. It's not really a game that either of us wants or needs to actually win; the fun is in the trying. I want her to wake up. I want her first moments of consciousness to be screaming out in climax.

She tries to take me quick, before I know what's happening. She plays with herself in the other room, watching porn or reading erotic ebooks. She does this until she's nice and slick, primed for me. Then she sneaks into the bedroom.

She reaches under the sheets, finding my cock and stroking it until it's hard, which never takes long. Then she pulls the sheet off and mounts me, hoping that she'll have enough time to finish--or to make me finish--before I have time to wake up.

It never really works. The movements are too fast, too abrupt. I usually wake up when her fingers wrap themselves around my cock, or when she's stroking me. I try not to let on. I just let her keep on going.

I always wake up when I feel her wet warmth surround me, though. Usually it's her pussy, but sometimes it's her mouth, those times when I don't get hard fast enough, or the times when she loves the feel of me in her hand so much that she just has to feel me in her mouth...