The Joy of Joysticks

The man leaned in with an intensely stern expression. Seriousness seemed to ooze out of his pores. Sweat did as well. There was a lot of sweat. I leaned in too, gripping my stick tightly. Round three began in a flurry of punches and kicks. There was no holding back from either of us. The crowd cheered and hollered with every exchange of blows. Our ballet went back and forth with neither fighter truly pulling ahead. Both of our life meters were in the red, the blinking color informing us that we were both near victory, and subsequently, near defeat. We stood at opposite ends of the screen, prepping our last assaults. I decided to go for a move that was usually unstoppable.

I hit the proper combination of buttons, but to my horror, the A button stuck. My character on screen kicked instead of punched. Max took the opportunity to push forward with a powerful move of his own. A series of punches hit me and then... I was done. My Mimi flew back onto the ground, signaling my loss.

When Max first showed up, I was expecting a crushing defeat, but then the match actually happened. Despite my bad first round, I dominated the second and held my own in the third. Then, it was all over due to a bad button press. I was utterly devastated. The crowd cheered, many of them for me. Max seemed quite pleased, but not in a arrogant way. Rather, he seemed extremely impressed by my effort. Though it may seem childish, I felt the accolades to be unearned. I flubbed big time.

I stormed off, pushing my way through the crowd with my head hung low. Luckily, no one really noticed as they were too busy talking amongst themselves. I didn't want to come off as a sore loser, but I also didn't want to stand there anymore. I knew I was acting silly so I decided to find a game to calm myself down. In the back of the arcade, there was an old racing game that I used to play with my oldest brother when I got upset. I found it as quickly as I could and sat in the fake driver's chair.

I raced around the heavily pixelated track like I had done a thousand times before. My back still felt tense and my heart rate still high from all of the intensity. My brain informed me how much of a brat I was being, but rationality was no comfort. Suddenly, a second player driven car appeared behind me. I looked over to see Max in the chair next to mine, racing with me.

"I'm sorry for taking away your thunder," he told me, staying a good few fake cars behind mine in the game proper (despite being right next to me in real life). "I've not faced some one of your skill since my last tournament. Seriously."

His honest kindness just made me feel worse about the way I was acting. "You shouldn't apologize to me," I confessed. "I got carried away. Hell, I blew off a date just to waste my time here."

Max smirked. "Well, that does put your outfit in a better context," he chuckled. "I wouldn't call it a waste of time though. I mean, I saw the joy you had while playing. It seemed like the same joy I have when I play. It was wonderful to see that in another person."

That statement finally caused me to calm down. I still felt like a fool for my tantrum (as I stressed a dozen times by this point), but Max was being very sweet. "I know its just a silly game, but I have so much fun learning strategies and trying to pull them off," I said. "Most people find that silly, so I can understand what you're saying." I finished the race and turned to the man with a resounding smile.

He smiled back, turning to face me fully. "So, I don't even know your name. I'm Max, though you probably knew that all ready."

"It's Petra," I responded.

He chuckled to himself. "Of course you have a unique and cool name," he said. He stood up and extended a hand to me. "So, about that date you missed... is he, or well possibly, she your boyfriend... or um, girlfriend?"

I used his help to stand up. "No, I'm basically single," I replied, smirking, "and mostly straight. Well, actually, totally single now based on the whole 'not showing up' thing. And dare I ask the purpose of that question?"

"Well, I was hoping to maybe be a vulture and steal you for a date" he said, a bit of nervousness in his voice. God, he was beyond adorable.

"That sounds like fun," I said, gripping his hand a bit tighter. "How about we hang out here?"

The man's grin widened as he put an arm around my shoulder. "Well, I was expecting some place fancier, but here would definitely be easier on my wallet," he joked.

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "Hey buck-o, the quarters are still going to be on you," I informed him, giving his ass a little swat. The semi-lewd act seemed to catch him off guard, but he still smiled like a fool.

"Of course. Besides, I don't think I want to let you out of my sight," Max said. He then surprised me by giving my ass a nice hard squeeze. I had met a few confident men in this place, but none of them would of had the guts to retaliate like that. Max seemed not only sweet., but also like he knew what he was doing. It felt like we were playing the game again, going back and forth with our fighters.

Max guided me to an air hockey table. I ran my hand across the top as I looked at him wryly. "Oh, want to take me on at something old school," I giggled.

"Yeah, sure," he responded coyly. "It has nothing to do with the fact I want to see you lean in and jump around in front of me with all that cleavage you have going on. Nothing at all."

I smirked wickedly as I made sure to bend super low in order to grab my paddle. My breasts pushed against the top, the before mentioned cleavage on good display for the man. "Why, I don't know what you are referencing," I said in a tone of faux innocence.

"I DEFINITELY need to keep an eye on you," he responded, pushing the puck my way. I hit it back in response, my breasts indeed bouncing on the return move.

"Just be happy you don't have to do this in heels," I cooed, hitting the puck back again and again. Our air hockey game proved to be far less intense and stressful than our Punch Master bout. We laughed as we exchanged the plastic disk back and forth, using the opportunity to get to know each other better. I learned that Max mainly worked as a freelance writer, though his gaming pursuits did help when it came to bills. He even owned a house! Hell, my parents never even owned a real house, so that was enough to fill me with awe. Even with the good conversation distracting us, I made sure to throw in an ample display of bending and bouncing.

I pushed the puck in one last time, throwing my hands up in the air at my winning push. "Yeah, take THAT, Pagani," I cheered.

He laughed and shook his head. "You are certainly modest," he teased sarcastically, putting his arm back around my shoulder. "Please tell me you called that guy you blew off. I'm going to feel like the biggest jerk if you didn't."

My eyes widened and then immediately narrowed. "Way to kill the mood," I sneered playfully, pulling out my phone to see that I had received fifteen missed calls from the poor guy.

"I'm not above landing a cheap blow," he joked. "I just feel a bit guilty for stealing you."

I rolled my eyes and then stuck out my tongue childishly. "You are waaaay too nice," I chirped. "Come on, lets go pound on some weasels." I paused. "I'm talking about whack-mole. That is not a euphemism for anything." In the back of mind, I think I knew that I actually wanted it to be a euphemism for something.

We spent the next hour walking around the arcade and having a pure kind of fun. There was some casual competitiveness, some sly flirting, and plenty of quarters spent. Everyone else in the place probably thought we were crazed lunatics. As the night went on, the flirting started to get more intense and I no longer could deny how cute I thought Max was. All of the fun was making me feel confident, bold, and adventurous.

Max took me to the back of the arcade where the legendary "claw machine of horror" was. "I'll be a good date and win you one of these horrifically ugly stuffed bears," he informed me.

Max wasn't lying about the ugly part. This claw machine was the largest in the place, but it was filled with ugly badly made bears that no one wanted. No one exactly knew why the thing was filled with these terrible bears, but that is how it achieved the status of "legend." On top of that, the claw was rather shoddy, so winning an ugly bear was quite difficult. The hideous things became trophies among those who frequented the arcade.

Max popped in a few quarters and started to move the claw. It squealed loudly as it approached the bears. I put my hands on my hips, smiling snugly. "Do it baby," I cheered. "Get me a little monster that will haunt my nightmares!"

He managed to grab a hold of a particularly gruesome one that had a frightening smile stitched into its face. In fact, the grotesque expression prompted Max to jump in terror, causing him to loose grip of the joystick and drop the creature. He seemed honestly disturbed by the thing, which just made him cuter to me.

"Well, this was certainly a terrible idea," he confessed, attempting to grab a different bear with his next credit. The claw missed that one entirely.

I then had one of the most wicked thoughts I have ever had pop into my head. I looked up at Max with mischief glimmering in my eyes. "Well, I think you're failing because you're not grabbing anything inspiring," I suggested.

"That's because these bears come from the depths of hell," he sighed, failing to snag one again.

"Don't worry," I cooed cutely. "I can help." I looked left and right to make sure no one else was around. Max looked at me suspiciously, obviously wondering what the hell I was doing. I bent a bit and grabbed the sides of my panties. Max's eyes almost fell out of his head as I pulled them down my legs and stepped out of them. I picked up the black fabric and looked around again, making sure no one else could see.

Max's jaw dropped as I pushed the panties through the prize slot and threw them inside of the glass case. Right on top of a duo of ugly bears were my undergarments. I leaned up and kissed Max on the cheek. "I think that's a more interesting prize," I whispered in his ear.

The man was stunned. Needless to say, I won our unspoken flirting duel. He backed away from the controls, putting an arm around my waist.

"Aren't you going to try to win them?" I asked.

Max pulled me closer to him. "I rather like the idea of some random bored guy coming around and seeing those in there," Max chuckled. "Besides, I'm afraid if I win them, you'll put them back on."

Suddenly, the weight of my actions struck my brain. I just did something like, well... THAT. I had never pulled such a stunt before. To my dismay though, the scandalous act seemed to have left Max's mind surprisingly quickly. He returned to the quarters machine, putting several dollar bills in. The quarters jingled as they gathered in the tray, ready to give us access to more gaming.

"You're getting more quarters?" I asked dumbly.

He nodded. "I think I'm going to need a lot of them."

I had no idea what he was thinking now. I crossed my arms, my breasts pushing together. "What do you want to play next then?" I sighed, sad that my ultimate tease failed so epically.

Max slid almost all of the quarters into his pocket, but kept one in his hand. He approached me with a very devious expression. "Well, there has been a slot I have been wanting to insert things in all night," he teased. To my surprise, he grabbed my left breast. Max then took the quarter and slid it between my cleavage and pushed it down. I felt the cold metal sink against my two tits and into my bra.

It was now my turn to be wide eyed and stunned. I wrinkled my nose as I cocked my head to the side. "Yeah buddy, that game is going to cost you a lot more than a quarter," I said. Then, I realized the unintended implications of my comeback. "Not that I do that sort of thing for money."

I was in the danger of falling into a rut of babbling about not being a whore, so I paid no heed to Max's continue fondling of my left breast. He ran a hand through my hair which calmed me a bit. I soon found his arm wrapped around my shoulder once again, my boob freed. He gently guided me through the arcade to a room I rarely ventured. It was known as the "out of order" area. Every machine in the tight dark space had one deficiency or another. They were free, but often too broken to enjoy.

Max looked left and right cautiously, like he was some master thief about to crack open a vault. He grabbed me waist and placed me in an open space between two cabinets. This is when I realized that I was about to play the role of an arcade machine. It honestly made me feel a bit weird to realize how much the idea turned me on.

Max pulled out three more quarters and inserted them into my cleavage. Each cold slab of metal sent a delightful chill through my spine, my nerves already at attention due to the public nature of our excursion. "If I'm going to win at this game," Max said, "I think I am going to need access to all the buttons. Is that okay?"

I had no idea what he meant, but I nodded anyway, my heartbeat quickening with expectation. He started by turning me around and lifting up my shirt to unclasp my bra, which caused the quarters trapped there to fall to the floor dramatically. He took off my top long enough to remove the bra. To my surprise, he put the blouse back on. "I don't want you topless just in case anyone gets too close," Max remarked, "though, my god, do I wish you could be topless." His weird practicality made me only like the man more.

Max turned me back around, tossing my bra behind me. His right hand reached down and gripped my left ass cheek from under my skirt, while his other hand slid beneath the confines of my shirt. When his thumb pressed down on my nipple, ripples of sensation shot through my breast. I suddenly realized what "buttons" he was referencing earlier.

I couldn't help but let out a high pitched groan as Max rolled his thumb along my now erect nipple. I tried to stifle my next noise, but it ended up being louder than the first. Max simply grinned. "Not too many people come back here on Fridays, so don't hold back anything," Max suggested. "Not that I'm being selfless. I just want to hear all of your sound effects."

That caused me to crack a smile as well. I grabbed his hips, gripping them tight. I felt as his hand journeyed from my ass to my thigh. His other hand osculated from nipple to nipple, grazing my areolas with a delicate touch. My eyes bugged when I realized the destination of the lower hand. I finger slid between my labia, causing my lips to part and my body to buck forward. Max grabbed my right breast as I heaved, using the propulsion of my upper body to slide another finger into me.

My lips pursed together as I stared up at Max. my eyes glistening with lust. That's when we both noticed a fellow arcade patron to the left, casually checking out the area. Max's posture straightened and he acted like he was playing a standard machine, pushing my back a little, but keeping his hands on and in me. Luckily, the interloper didn't see what Max was actually doing and soon left.

Max displayed his relief of not being caught by squeezing my right tit and kneading it as hard as he could. That was enough to make my pussy wetter, the sensation of the groping mixing well with the dependable rhythm of Max's fingers. After giving the left boob adequate attention, Max moved to my right one. Instead of kneading it though, he pinched the nipple. Within milliseconds of the pinch, he placed his thumb against my clit and pressed down. It was quite the move and caused me to not only jut forward, but squeal. Max kept a good amount of pressure on my nipple as he pulled it back and forth, keeping his other thumb moving in circular motions on my clit.

My lips quivered as I knew that Max was getting very close to winning the game. My eyes glimmered as I looked into his. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of victory just yet, the whole tenor of the situation urging me to keep it held in for a bit longer. Max moved to the right nipple and then focused his lower hand on moving his fingers faster inside of me. I balanced myself by gripping the arcade machines next to me, letting out a consistent stream of moans as his fingers moved faster and faster, the thumb proceeding in sublime circles.

Pleasure pumped through my nerves at a high rate, but I had adjusted to the moves, holding back my orgasm more easily than before. Something in me wanted the man to really work for it, to make this a challenging game. Max realized I was at a plateau, so he started to experiment. He first tried moving his fingers at different speed, even stopping fully to flick my clit a few times. He then tried entering a third finger inside of me, though this slowed his speed greatly and proved very ineffective.

He moved back to focusing on the breasts, keeping a thumb on my clit and two fingers inside of me. Despite his hesitance earlier, he pulled down my top and freed my left breast from its prison. His head swooped down and suckled the peak of the thing, his tongue making circles around the nipple. Indeed, this was quite a good tactic. I tilted my head back and shut my eyes, letting out a few disparate groans. In time, he freed my other breast as well, giving it the same treatment. It all felt wonderful, but despite the sensation, I was able to keep myself contained.

Max raised his head up and stared down at me curiously. We shared eye contact, my brow furrowed as he kept his fingers moving at a consistent pace. He removed his left hand from my breasts all together, his mind seemingly deep in thought. He proceeded to do something no man had ever done to me before. His free hand floated behind me and grabbed my ass again. To my shock, his thumb wormed between my cheeks and slid right against the borders of my asshole. Then, he simply pushed and popped the thumb inside of it, pushing past my sphincter. My posture straightened immediately as I yelped.

Finally, I lost control. My breasts heaved as I felt a surge of absolute power rock my body. My whole form quaked as the orgasm hit, my juices shooting out in a heavy torrent. The aftermath coated Max's hand in a glimmering sheen.

My breathing became incredibly heavy as I proceeded to cum for longer than I usually did. Some of it managed to squirt onto Max's front, though most of it fell to the floor, dampening the old shag carpet. My teeth gritted as I finally slowed, my body feeling like jelly as the intensity ceased. I fell against Max as he cradled me, slyly giving my tits one more squeeze before covering them up again.

"You win," I sighed happily as I looked up.

He smiled down at me as he ran a hand through my hair. "Well, I do like the thrill of winning, but I think I like you more," he said. "Let's say we both won that one. How about we get something to eat and then I show you my private collection?" I nodded happily and followed Max out, leaving my bra behind in the space.

* * * *

Dinner was extremely delicious and better than crappy noodles, though I couldn't help but be self-conscious while eating. First, there was my complete lack of underwear. Secondly, they was, well... if anyone would stared closely at my legs or give me a good sniff, they could easily deduce that my most recent actions were quite naughty.

Max kept the conversation enjoyable. The fact that he made me cum in the back of the arcade was left unmentioned. We just talked about normal stuff like work, school, hobbies, and intense Mimi character strategies.

After he paid the check, Max invited me over to his house. He did promise to "show me his collection" after all. Of course, I assumed that was some kind of sly euphemism. Within an hour, I stood in Max's garage, enraptured, realizing the collection was quite real. The man had used his tournament winnings to convert his garage into a personal arcade. He owned six machines in total with an air hockey table in the center of the makeshift play palace.