This time, he did not curse the screen, and instead calmly accepted his defeat.
“As I said,” he began quietly, “Diddy Kong Racing is my area of expertise.”
“Well, I left my 20-year-old gaming system at my parents’ house, sweet cheeks,” Andie teased. “But you’re welcome to pick from what I do have.”
“Fine,” James said, feigning a sense of dignification. He looked at the drawer of games and found one. “I challenge you to a duel. Of music.” He presented Guitar Hero to Andie, not knowing that she was better at that game than she was at Mario Party. She knew, however.
“Sounds fun. Are you…good at Guitar Hero?” she asked.
“I am.”
“Hmmm…let’s make it interesting, shall we?”
“I’m listening.”
She pretended to think. “Whoever loses does next week’s statistics homework for the winner.”
“I don’t think you want me doing your math…but I accept.”
In honor of their shared concert-going experience, Green Day’s “American Idiot” was selected for their first song. 20 seconds in, James realized that he would be doing Andie’s Statistics homework that week.
“Double or nothing,” James said, even though he knew he was outclassed.
“…you want to do my homework for two weeks?” Andie asked.
“Not particularly. You have anything else in mind?”
“Several things.” Andie said bluntly.
The words hung between them for a long moment. They had long since worked out that they liked each other, but this was the first overtly sexual move made by either. James, now confident in Andie’s intentions, decided to lean into it.
“Three buttons,” he said.
“What?”
“Three buttons.” He pointed at her shirt. “If I win, I get three buttons. If you win, you get three.”
Andie smiled. “Deal.” They faced the TV screen. “You’re so dead.” She taunted.
“Pick a damn song.”
Three minutes and nine seconds of “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” later, Andie turned to face James, grinning.
“Show me a little skiiiiiin!” she said.
Stone-faced, James moved his hand to the top of his shirt, but then grinned and unbuttoned his bottom three buttons instead. He succeeded in his goal of making Andie laugh.
“No belly button ring?” she asked.
“I went to Claire’s to get it pierced, but I got scared that they’d hurt my tummy.” James said with a fake look of worry on his face.
Andie tilted her head at what little she could see of James’ stomach. He was, not surprisingly, devoid of shredded abs, but he was skinny, and Andie smiled as she wondered where his happy trail led.
“Double or nothing?” James offered.
“I didn’t realize you were so warm. I could just as easily turn the AC up, you don’t have to undress,” Andie said.
“I just want an opportunity to balance the scales.”
“Fine. But I don’t want three more, I want the rest of them.”
“Deal.”
“I’ll even let you pick the song.”
“Hah! Big mistake, Andie. Big mistake.”
James chose The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again.” It was not a big mistake.
“You got fooled,” Andie laughed. “Again.”
“Clever,” James said, defeated. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, leaving it on but allowed his chest to be exposed.
Andie, who had been actively flirting with her new crush, suddenly understood where the night was going. He was nearly shirtless, and the verbal sparring they had engaged in all night, which had made her heart melt, was going to morph into something physical very soon if she didn’t stop the march of progress.
She realized quickly that she had no intention of stopping anything. And with that realization, her pussy started to slowly dampen.
James, being a guy, had already had the realization of where the night was going if Andie wanted it to go there. His cock wasn’t entirely stiff, but blood was certainly pumping into it. He had been trying desperately to beat her at Guitar Hero, but failed honestly each and every time. Now he just looked at Andie, hoping she wanted him and badly as he wanted her.
“Well,” he said, “I don’t know what to do now, you have pretty thoroughly kicked my ass.”
“Yes.” She said matter-of-factly.
“I would have kicked your ass at Diddy Kong-”
“Ohhh myyyy goooooooood!” she interrupted. “You and Diddy Kong Racing!” She threw her hands into the hair. “Wait here.” She spun on her heel and walked upstairs, leaving James confused. He whistled a few bars of “Hedwig’s Theme” while he waited for Andie to return. When she did, his mouth broke into a wide smile.
“An N64?!” He exclaimed, as she came downstairs holding the old console in her arms. She tossed something to him, which he caught. It was Diddy Kong Racing.
“Oh fuck yeah!” he said. “I had no idea you wanted to be humiliated!”
She took the cartridge from him, jammed into the system she had just hooked up, and flicked the power switch.
“Get your head out of your ass.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Let’s do this.”
“For all the marbles?” James asked.
“For all the buttons,” Andie retorted. James grinned. “But you’re out of buttons. What do I get if I win?”
“Carte blanche.” James said plainly.
“What?”
“Carte blanche. It means blank-”
“I know what it means, dummy.”
“I’m going to win,” James explained. “So I’ll literally agree to anything you want. You don’t even have to tell me what it is now. If you win, you tell me what you want, and you’ll get it. Carte blanche.”
“Holy shit, you are confident,” Andie said, impressed.
“Deal?” James asked.
“Hell yeah, deal.”
They picked their characters, and selected a world to race through. Four races, with point totals accumulating after each race. James, who may very well have been the best Diddy Kong Racing player in the eastern hemisphere, lapped Andie on every single course.
“Well…you were right,” she admitted. “Do you do anything besides play this game?”
“No,” James said with a straight face. Andie grinned.
“Oh, well then I don’t feel so bad.” She shrugged. “Well, I guess there’s nothing left to do but…”
Her hands moved to her shirt and began to unbutton it, starting from the top. She got two done and James glimpsed a black bra revealing itself slowly behind the purple plaid. At the third button, she stopped and looked up.
“This one is stuck,” she said. Her heart was pounding.
The speed was matched by the pounding of James’ heart. “Oh,” he said. “Let me help.” There were barely two feet in between them, and he closed the gap. With each separated inch that disappeared, Andie got wetter and James got harder. His hands moved to her third button, and touched her hands, which were still resting there. He easily undid the fastener. He looked up from her cleavage and met her eyes, a bright and inviting blue. She gazed back into his green ones.
They had talked all night. That time was over.
They went for the kiss at the same moment, and when their lips met the lights seemed to dim. They were consumed by the newness of each other, and their tongues met and danced in their mouths. James’ hands moved swiftly, unbuttoning the rest of Andie’s shirt and releasing her black bra, holding in her perfect tits, into the air. He pulled the shirt off her shoulders and she shook it off her arms. It collapsed in a bundle on the floor as James cupped a breast in one hand while the other found its way to Andie’s plump, round ass. He squeezed it over her jeans.