The Game

meadows-stay with me...I know this is a shorty but I had to break down what happens next into two chapter. I need to tweak slightly and I'll post ASAP.
Jayna-Welcome to the party in my head! Take off your coat and stay awhile...I hope you enjoy.

This chapter is a shorty because what happens next was turning into an interesting beast and I decided to chop it into two chapters. Reviews are highly desired because I ain't sure if ya'll like it or not!
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Nothing irritated me more than when I had lost at something. I had no idea where the competitive streak came from, as neither of my parents possessed that trait. In fact, I despised being seen as weak just a little bit more than losing. I spent the next couple days in a lousy mood. Then, one night while I watched a gory shoot ‘em up flick, it came to me. I scooped up the phone and called Ken. He wasn’t there, so I left a message and asked that he called me back no matter what time it was. He called me back after twenty minutes.

We chatted for a bit; I was surprised that he didn’t ask any questions about Col. Oh well, he didn’t ask and I didn’t tell. After I asked a couple of key questions, I told Ken what I needed from him. He agreed to all of my requests, again with no questions asked. If I wanted him to know, I would tell him. We had been friends since grade school and had gone through a lot together. But, we never had sex…our friendship wouldn’t have been able to withstand the drama. We talked for a few minutes longer and I hung up. I caught myself as I uttered an evil laugh and waltzed off to bed.

I spent the rest of the week taking my finals. I felt really good about what I had planned for Col and that helped me focus on what needed to be done. Col decided that it would be fun to send each other dirty emails that explicitly described the ways we could fuck each other. One especially spicy email detailed exploits that made porno seem like an after school special. I was truly hard-pressed not to masturbate myself to sleep so that I wouldn’t have a wet dream. His time would come soon, I promised myself.

Friday arrived, finally, and my finals were soon over. I felt really good about the exams and I knew I pulled all A’s. I drove home in a fabulous mood. After I let myself into the house, I noticed there were a couple of messages on the machine. I fast-forwarded past a telemarketing call, a message from my mother, one from my father to remind me to call my mother or I’d never hear the end of it, and a call from Ken.

“Hey sweets…it’s me. I was just calling to find out if you still planned on coming out to the property tomorrow. The paintball rifles and extra ammo will be in the shed. You remember where I hide the key, right? Oh, use whatever you need from the shed as well. Anywho…have a blast and if you ever feel like telling me about it, you got my number. Yak at ya later!” I grinned an evil grin and picked up the phone to call Col and invite him to dinner.

A couple hours later, the doorbell rang as I moved from the kitchen to the grill out back. “Come on in!!” I yelled from the back patio. Col let himself in; he carried a bottle of wine in one hand and the grocery sack of fresh fruit in the other. I moved forward to take the fruit I had asked him to pick-up for me. I went into the kitchen to check the veggies I had been steaming, threw the fruit together for a fresh salad and pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven. Col reached around from behind and pulled me towards his body.

“Mmmm…you smell delectable. I think I like this domesticated side of you,” he mumbled as he nuzzled the back of my neck. I thumped his ribs with my elbow and tried to get him to let go; I felt his teeth nip into my skin. I bumped him with my ass and managed to untangle myself before I dropped the cookie sheet.

“Watch it, buster. Even my own mother stays out of my way when I’m in the kitchen. She says I make her nervous…I’ve always wondered why.” I said as I moved the cookies to a cooling rack.

He moved towards the backyard to check on the steaks. “I don’t see it…you are so graceful, like a big cat on the prowl.”

I snorted as I carried dishes and silverware to the patio table; “Leave it to you to see a big pussy…cat.” I moved back to the kitchen to get the rest of the food. Col pulled the steaks off the grill and plated them. As we ate, we chitchatted about how the week went and how we thought we did on our finals. When we finished dinner, I cleared the dishes for dessert-the fruit salad and cookies. Col topped off each of our glasses.

“This wine really goes good with the cookies…I’ll have to remember that in the future,” he said as he rubbed his full belly. I ran my finger around the rim of my wineglass.

“Speaking of the future,” I said coyly, “do you have any plans for the weekend?”

He paused as he thought a moment; “No…I think I’m free this weekend. Did you have something in mind?”

I dipped one finger into my wine and then smoothed the tip across my lips; my tongue poked out briefly and collected each ruby drop.

“Good…here’s what I want you to do. When we get done with the dishes, I want you to go home and get some sleep. You need to be back here at seven sharp. I get to blindfold you and then, the game begins.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, “I’m intrigued…what will we be doing?”

I stood and collected the dessert dishes, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”