Chapter 4: Del starts playing a game with Nancy, and meets Trista

“Coffee?”

Del glanced up as he entered the kitchen to forage for breakfast, only to find Nancy there, wearing a tight t-shirt and yoga pants that showed off her womanly curves. “Oh ... uh, yeah, please.” He sat at the kitchen table and she brought him a steaming mug, just the way he liked it, with lots of cream and sugar. “Um, about last night...”

“Mulligan,” was all she said, a cute smile playing across her lips.

“Right.” That was the golf term she used, saying that he had another chance. Kinda like reloading a save game after you made a wrong choice, he mused, grinning back at her.

She served his favorite, scrambled eggs and bacon. As they ate, she said, “Oh, my friend Trista -- you know the lady across the street? -- she asked me to find out if you wanted to make some extra money helping her out around her property.”

“The tall blonde?” Del asked, angling his head to look out the front window. “Do you have her number? I probably shouldn’t just go over there.”

“Yeah, her.” Nancy felt an odd feeling wash over her for a moment, thinking about Trista macking on her renter. “Her number’s on the fridge.”

That evening, after dinner, Del was playing video games when there was a knock on his door. “Yeah?” he called up.

Nancy called down, “Okay for me to come visit?”

“Oh, sure!”

Still wearing the yoga pants and tight t-shirt, his voluptuous landlady descended the steps. “I’m bored ... what’cha doin’?”

He gestured to his monitor. “Video games.”

She pulled up a chair and leaned forward to look at his screen. “What kind of game you playing? I used to play Legend of Zora.”

“Isotope 78. Kinda an online role playing shooter?”

She gave him an awkward smile and shrugged.

“Here...” he continued playing, thankful that his character was in a safe space when Nancy had arrived, since the online game couldn’t be paused. Soon, he found some ultra mutants and started blasting them.

“So where’s the role playing?” she asked after the monsters were gory chunks on the ground.

“Not here. I have to go find some people and talk to them. Actually, I guess it’s mostly shooting things, now that I think about it.”

“Hm,” Nancy hummed, looking disappointed.

Del exited the game. “Well, you liked Zora, so you’re probably more into fantasy than sci-fi? And if you want role playing ... oh, I got it!” He clicked about and another game started installing. “Dragon Era. I’ve played it before, but I can do the hack ‘n slash while you make the character and role playing choices!”

“Yeah? That sounds cool.”

While they were waiting for the game to download, Nancy asked him, “So, any cute girls -- um, young ladies -- in your classes?”

“I guess,” Del hedged, not mentioning that none of them held a candle to her. “I’m not good with women.”

She got closer in order to look at the download progress. It was almost done. “You seem to be doing okay with me.”

“Well, I know you. You were my babysitter.”

Nancy sat back, feeling old. “Right.”

There was a ‘Download complete!’ message on screen, and Del grabbed the mouse. “Okay, here we go...”

Soon they were in the character creation screen. “Well, our character should be a woman, naturally,” Nancy said, using her hands to draw attention to her womanly attributes. Del gulped. “Human, Elf ... Dwarf? Hm, look at the bazongas on her! Yeah, female Dwarf highborn.”

Soon, they had a Dwarf woman warrior that looked a fair bit like Nancy, though shorter, with auburn hair and a chest to make hellspawn weep. Del set the game to easy mode so the gameplay wouldn’t get bogged down with long combats, and they played. Nancy kept her chair closer to Del’s so that she could see the screen better, and he was glad that he had set it to easy mode, as her scent and body warmth were quite distracting.

“Oh, this guy’s kinda hot, with that braided beard ... can we sleep with him?” she asked.

“Maybe?” Del answered, and clicked the flirty dialog choice, only to watch their attempt fail. “Hm, guess not.”

“Can our character actually have sex in this game?”

“Oh, sure! Once we get the party together ... um...” He looked down. Nancy had put her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward, though she was still looking at the screen. He figured that she hadn’t even realized that she’d done it, and he wasn’t about to attract her attention to it. “Let’s get through the character backstory and to the main plotline, and there’s I think three characters we can get it on with?”

“Three? Nice!” She lightly squeezed his thigh.

Del could feel his cock hardening. He wondered if he would get another mulligan if he came in his pants.

Nancy’s role-playing decisions were definitely different from how Del played the game the first time, and he was surprised at some of the results. He was really enjoying playing with her, and the time flew by.

“Oh wow, I gotta get to bed,” he told her after glancing at his clock.

Nancy drew her eyes up from Del’s crotch. Her naughty hand on his thigh had had a noticeable and visually distracting effect on him. “Oh, and I was having so much fun.”

He saved the game and exited. “Well, we can play again tomorrow, if you want.” He turned his head to her but kept the rest of his body still, not wanting to disturb her hand on his thigh.

“It’s a date!” she said, and got to her feet, sliding her hand along his upper thigh and hip as she went. “Sweet dreams!” she called back as she ascended the basement stairs.

Del watched her shapely legs and rounded ass in those heavenly yoga pants as she went. “G’nite...”

Nancy closed Del’s door, turned off the living room lights, and waited, her ear to his door. When she heard the heavy breathing, she quietly opened it again, knelt down, and craned her neck to peep down into the basement suite.

As she had seen before, Del had pulled down his jeans and was furiously masturbating, the sight of his above average sized cock making her naughty bits quiver. I got him this excited, she realized. Carefully, she slipped her fingers into her yoga pants and frigged her clit as she watched the young man pleasure himself. Soon, he grabbed some tissues and grunted as he exploded into them, the sheer volume of his emission too much for the thin paper, and several drops splattered to the hardwood floor. Nancy gasped at the sight.

She saw Del’s head tilt. Had he heard her? she wondered. She quickly pulled her head back and quietly closed the door before sneaking off to her bed to finish frigging herself, Del’s young, healthy-looking member forefront in her mind’s eye as she imagined it drilling into her libidinous body.

“Is Trista here?”