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scream as much as I did. Needless to say, I didn’t watch the sequels.
    “We just got done playing a game. Why would you want to play another?” I asked stupidly. He was inviting me to his place. Why the fuck did I care what his reason was? I should’ve just said, “Yes, please I’d love to.”
    “Well I was thinking of playing a more active game, something to get our blood pumping. Maybe Strip Twister or Nude Wii Tennis, or we could just watch a movie if you prefer.”
    “Don’t you need at least three people to play Twister? You know, someone to spin and call out colors while the rest act like uncoordinated monkeys.” I could have slapped myself right then for again being dense. The correct response was, ‘Let’s play Naked Anything for hours, please.’ “Yeah, another game or movie would be fun. We should do that.” Could my response have seemed any more robotic?
    Zack paid and we headed out to his car. The ride to his place was spent with Zack talking about his car, or maybe cars in general. I couldn’t really follow along but I enjoyed listening to his voice, even if he might as well have been speaking German for all I understood. Before long we were pulling up to his building and he was leading me through a nice but plain lobby into the elevator. Disappointingly, nothing happened in the elevator. Probably for the best since there was an older couple in the metal box with us and they probably wouldn’t know what to make of my attempt at flirting. They’d freak out thinking I was having a seizure or something, and it’s not nice to scare the elderly.
    The elevator opened on the fifth floor and Zack led me down the hall. I watched his ass thinking I’d follow that anywhere. Fucking Hawt . Watching his ass flex as he walked motivated me more to work up the courage to get touchy-flirty, because I needed to get a good view of that ass without clothes. Then we were at his door and he was motioning me inside.
    I’m going to skip the boring details, like what his apartment looked like, because honestly, who even notices those details when they’re hornier than a bunny on ecstasy and alone with a God-like Zack? So yeah, his home has walls with stuff in frames hanging, but more importantly, where was the bedroom? Fuck , he had a nice muscular ass. Bet he had impeccable control with those hips. Why were we still clothed and standing in the entryway? Why wasn’t he going caveman and shredding my clothes on the way to his room? I was nervous and my thoughts had become jumpy. “Did you want something to drink?” he asked as he walked further into his condo.
    “No drink. Didn’t you mention something about a seduction plan and stripping?” Right to the point, but I’d been hard for hours and maintaining an erection that long messes with a man’s blood circulation to other areas, like the filter for his mouth.
    Zack turned around and gave me a small smile. “About that, I lied earlier. I have no plan and thought I could make up something as we went. I wanted you and couldn’t wait anymore. Watching you play earlier, it was captivating. I love how into the game you get; you play with your whole body, and watching you is always so intense. I’ve been dying to see if that intensity would transfer over to more intimate activities.” He gave a sly grin. “And you’re the best storyteller, the way you keep the story going even as you roll the dice, or how quick you are to react to the other players. I can’t help but wonder what you’d say during sex… do you talk dirty?”
    Oh, fuck me with a basketball, he’d been thinking of me and sex? Thinking leads to expectations, which can lead to disappointments, which added so much pressure to perform well. I mean, I wanted to fuck him like an all-star anyway so he’d want repeat performances. Dirty talk, though? Not sure I could pull that off. There was a fine line between ‘dirty hot’ and ‘dirty gross.’ I’d probably be ‘dirty gross,’ or worse,