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It was our regular Friday game night with my friends. This crowd hated my single status so on occasion they would surprise me with a new guy. Tonight was one of those nights.

I arrived with my traditional barbecue chicken dip and spotted the new guy the second I walked in. Making a bee-line for the kitchen, I sought out Sheila.

“Who’s responsible for this tonight?” I sat the casserole dish and chips on the counter, anchored my hands to my hips, and turned prepared to blast Sheila.

“It’s not what you think, Alice.”

“Oh? You’ve rounded out the numbers tonight what am I supposed to think?” I opened the chip bag, selected one, scooped into the dip and then popped it in my mouth.

“Here. Take this beer and hear me out.”

“Fine.” I took a sip to settle down.

“The new guy is Jorge. He is making a presentation for my company this week. I felt inhospitable for not entertaining an out of town guest.”

“So this wasn’t a fix-up.”

“Nope. He’ll be gone next week.”

“Good. Okay, then. Sorry, I jumped the gun. Who picked tonight’s game?”

“Stanley. He took the liberty of creating the teams.”

“Great. So I’m with the new guy?”

“Yep.”

“And we’re playing what?”

“Scrabble.”

“Well, at least I won’t look like an idiot acting things out for Charades or Pictionary with someone I’ve never met.”

“I think you can handle Scrabble.”

We walked to the family room. The others were around the table setting up the board. I glimpsed over to Jorge. He laughed with the others. I had to admit he was hot and I liked men who appeared at ease in a group. Since I knew my friends weren’t meddling, maybe tonight will be fun.

“Hi Jorge, I’m Alice. Welcome to this crazy group. I hear we are partners.”

“Hi Alice, I hope you have a sense of humor. I’m a math guy, not a spelling guy. You aren’t a cut-throat competitive player, are you?”

I shook my head laughing. “Hardly. We’ll make it a fun time.”

He placed his hand on my back as we moved to our designated spot on the piano bench. That simple hand gesture and touch spoke volumes; his hand hello was even more enticing than his sexy voice. We sat on the bench, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. It was nice and inviting.

He pulled our team’s seven playing tiles and set them on the holder.

“I decided to add a new element to tonight’s game,” said Stanley. I held my breath. He always stirred things up. “Tonight is a sexy night. We’ll create words from the wonderful world of sexuality. Everything counts including slang and phrases.

Holy crap.

Stanley smirked at me because he knew I wouldn’t make a scene in front of the new guy.

“Wow, you may carry us tonight,” said Jorge. He smiled and patted my knee. His touch shot tingles all the way to my crotch.

“I enjoy changing the tiles around for visual aid, do you mind?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

I moved the tiles around, searching for words. I had plenty of sex words in my head. Jorge stirred them up, and my interest level was engaged.

While I worked, Stanley played first and spelled SNATCH. Hello, sex. I wiggled on the bench, and Jorge turned to me, his face framed with a questioning look. The second turn provided TITS. The third turn laid out HOMO. How could placing sex words on the Scrabble board make me horny? Staring at our tiles, I propped my elbows on my knees and my chin on my fists and considered the wetness of my panties.

Jorge took the opportunity to shuffle our tiles looking for word possibilities and we both froze when he spelled the phrase, SUCKME.

Jorge whispered in my ear, “What do you think?”

What did I think? What did I think of his play or the idea of one of us sucking? I shifted toward him and looked into warm, caramel eyes with black flecks. His full lips smiled, and I considered the question. What did I think about the phrase or the idea, suck me. I’d love those lips on me, and if the fullness in his pants were suggestive of what was there, I would have a lot to suck. My imagination worked overtime.

“Play on the S?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me, but let’s just use the one word.” Jorge winked and picked up the tiles. He played UCK under the S.

“We’ve got a lot of things on the board to suck,” said Stanley and everyone laughed. I pulled new tiles from the bag adding to our letters as the next turn started. I shuffled the new tiles and MYPENIS emerged. I halted. It felt like we were playing an Ouija Board Scrabble game.

“I’m going to grab some more food.” Sexual energy ran through me as I stood up and headed for the kitchen. I placed my hands on the counter, steadying myself and let out a deep breath. I was so turned on. A warm body pressed against me.

“I sort of like this game, what about you?”

I was known as the slow, reasoned processor. Being impulsive wasn’t my thing, but it was today. Leaning back into his body, and feeling an erection nudging me, I rubbed my hand down his leg. It was decision time.

“You want me to suck you, Jorge?”

“Only if you want to, Alice.”

I faced Jorge. His beautiful mouth intrigued me. I grabbed his hand as I headed toward the kitchen door. “Stanley and Sheila, I left some things in the car, and Jorge and I are going to get them. We’ll be back.”

I opened the door, and we slipped out. I imagined my friends snickering. They didn’t even know what phrase sat on our tile holder.

“I have a van.” I pulled up the rear door, and we stepped into our new little world.

“I’m an equal opportunity player, Alice. Let’s both enjoy sucking.”

I don’t know whether it was his Spanish accent or the desire in his voice when he uttered the word sucking, but I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. He worked quickly, too and we lay down on the cargo mat.

“Come here and let me kiss you.” I moved on top of him and giggled. “What’s funny?”

“We’ve gone from a Sex Scrabble Ouija Board game to Strip Scrabble. This is some game night.”

“I take it this is not usually what happens?”

“No, never, but I like what it has served up.” I slid my hand over his hipbone and down to rub his erection.

“This will be the best out of town memory,” he said.

We kissed like first timers exploring new territory. With different touches and strokes, we found our way to shared intense pleasure. I was warm and enveloped in sex goodness. When we changed positions for our mouths to explore the sex territory, our moans reminded me of youthful exploits. Delight and passion cranked up, and I gave Jorge as good as I got. Our bodies fit together perfectly and in another unexpected event our orgasms surged together. Locked as one in ecstasy, we rocked together kissing and licking until we stilled. I cataloged the nip in the air and the scent of us in the van. It would always remind me of life-affirming choices.

I shivered and Jorge held me tighter.

“Ready to get back and play Scrabble?” asked Jorge.

I chuckled. “I wonder what words will show up this time.”

“Maybe, GROUP SEX?”

“You are one open minded guy. With this crowd, who knows?”

“Do we need letters to make it happen?”

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Comments

10/05/2016 6:34pm

Now this is how to play to Scrabble!

Mollyxxx

10/06/2016 11:28am

Now I do enjoy a game of Scrabble, but this is a real fun way to play it :)


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