I had devoted a certain portion of my life to gaming. I wasn’t wasting my time. I was in training, learning my craft, and getting better and better. Why? Because I knew about the corporate competitions out there, where winners got serious cash rewards.

I worked part-time and lived in a one-bedroom apartment, but these were accommodations to my gaming life. I practiced hours every day, playing against people all over the globe. Online is its own universe, and virtually, I’d met wonderful, enriching folks.

But this year, things had gotten serious for me. I had entered a month-long competition, one with graduating tiers of play. The competitiveness was fierce, and I’d already gone up against very talented players. But I knew this particular game inside out and was advancing.

I kept myself up physically by going out running every day before dawn. I also got my reasonable share of pussy. But I didn’t have time for a girlfriend.

When the tournament was in its advanced rounds, I got my first look at fellow competitor Molly. I’d beaten dozens and dozens of players. People following the big game wanted to know about the finalists. My social media blew up. It was weird knowing strangers were studying me. Being a gamer myself, I was curious about my rivals. Molly was a hotshot player. Her profile picture showed a very pretty face, with a sassy expression and soulful eyes. It wasn’t love at first sight, but definitely lust. I reminded myself she was one of my opponents.

A week later, the games got even more intense. I went up against players who were like ninjas with lightning-quick reflexes and brains that could strategize on a dime. I pushed myself to my extremes and somehow got through.

After a grueling session, I slumped limply in my ergonomic chair. I saw I had a video message and absentmindedly clicked on it, thinking it was a notice about my next round from the company putting on the tournament.

When I saw what was in the message, my drooping eyelids sprang wide and my cock unwound urgently in my jeans. It was Molly. She was grinning lasciviously into the camera and dancing like a stripper. Only not like — she was actually taking her clothes off!

She tossed off her top, shimmied out of a skirt and wiggled around in her lacy underthings. I was sitting up straight, and my cock was ramrod-hard — so much so that I had to yank it out. Molly waggled her tongue. Man, could she move. All those sexy undulations and gyrations got me going. Her body was gorgeous. She reached around behind her back, presumably to unhook her skimpy bra. She leaned into the camera as she did so, and the brassiere was sliding off her hefty tits as she said, “Good luck!”

Then the message ended. With my cock in hand, I helplessly jerked off. Those dancing images stayed with me. Had she sent the message as a distraction, as a prank, as a video love letter? I didn’t know.

The final rounds came. The gaming corporation sponsoring all this was of course getting a lot of attention out of the contest, which was good for business. So much so that they were willing to fly the last half dozen of us — including me and Molly — to a major U.S. city, where we would compete in the finale.

It was an overwhelming experience. The final players got trotted out onstage before a cheering crowd. I felt a little like a rock star, but it was all too much.

I retreated to my hotel room as quickly as possible, suffering from sensory overload. My head was spinning. This was way different from playing in my apartment, and I wondered how all the fanfare might affect my performance the next day.

As I was lost in thought, there came a knock on my door. Reluctantly, I answered. That feeling of caution vanished when I saw Molly standing there. She wore her customary grin and a long coat.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

Wordlessly, I stepped aside. My eyes were riveted to her. Downstairs I hadn’t had a chance to ask about that striptease video she’d sent. Before I could, she whipped off her coat. She wore those same lacy underthings, and my jaw hit the floor.

This time Molly smiled — but not a wicked grin. It was a nice, sweet smile. Softly she said, “It’s been a stressful ride, hasn’t it? Part of me is a crazy competitor. But another part just wanted to find some human connection at the end of all this madness.”

“A connection?” I murmured as my gaze still traveled along her scantily clad figure, which was even more desirable in the actual flesh.

She stepped up to me and said, “Yes. Look, this might sound stupid, but I sort of fell in lust with you online.”

Actually, it didn’t sound stupid at all. But I couldn’t find the words to respond, so I leaned forward, and Molly put her lips gently against mine. Considering I was kissing a woman in see-through underwear, it was a remarkably tender and docile smooch.

But heat rapidly rose in me, and fire flashed in her eyes. Mutual lust crackled between us as our kiss deepened. Her tongue thrust against mine. I pulled her into my arms, and she ground herself against me.

My hands roamed over the bare parts of her. Her silken skin further inflamed my passion. She was shamelessly kneading the globes of my ass and rubbing her crotch on my increasingly obvious bulge. By that point, I practically had my tongue down her throat and felt bold enough to put my hand on her breast.

Molly broke away and stepped back, and for an awful second, I wondered if this was all some sort of sick joke. She reached behind herself, but this time when she undid her bra, it fell off her. I beheld her delectable tits. With another swift move, she snapped her sheer panties down her legs.

Naked Molly was breathtaking, but she didn’t leave me much time to ogle. She tugged insistently at my clothes. I got the hint and stripped. Immediately, her hand was wrapped around my jutting cock. I gasped with pleasure as she pumped my veiny shaft.

We weren’t far from the bed. We rushed there anyway, not wanting to waste a second. We dove onto the big expanse, and she was in my arms again. Our bodies rolled together across the soft bedding. Every point of contact between us seemed to emanate a carnal spark.

I pulled her on top of me, so her tits were in my face. I set about sucking her stiff nipples and groping her plush ass. Molly writhed excitedly, rubbing the bare cleft of her pussy against my hard abs.

After a minute of suckling, Molly climbed further up my body. Her knees settled on either side of my head. I gazed up expectantly as her shaved pussy hovered above my face. I seized her hips, but she was already lowering herself onto my lips.

I speared her pussy with my tongue, and her body quivered. She tasted of womanly nectar. I ate her hard, groaning when she mashed her pussy forcefully on my face. I gripped her undulating hips. She dropped forward, resting her weight on her hands, and humped my face, smearing her juices over my lips and chin.

Before long, she bucked and came with a moan of joy. When she rolled off me, I relaxed a moment. But she scurried back down the bed, and I had the first hint of what she was up to when her hot breath grazed my swollen cockhead. Seconds later, her lips closed around my knob, and her tongue flicked against my crown, causing bliss to whip through me.

The cinching ring of her lips slid down my cock. She sucked me down to my balls in one fearless lunge. Pleasure walloped me, and her spit ran down over my nutsac.

Without pausing for ceremony, she repeatedly lifted and dropped her head. Just like when she’d jerked me earlier, she knew the perfect rhythm. Her tongue moved all the while, and she kept up a fine suction. She bobbed away, and I was struck by the wonderfulness of it all. It was like I’d come to that city in pursuit of her, not the game. But my fantasies had never gotten this far!

She came off my cock with her lips wet and open and her eyes glazed with desire. She moved to climb onto me again, but I sat up, grasped her shoulder and eased her onto her back. She lay down and spread her legs.

I loomed over her, my cock aching with desire. She impatiently pushed up her hips, and I thrust into her. I sank every inch of my rod into her lush passage, which clasped me sweetly.

I started stroking into her steadily. She moved cooperatively beneath me. Her thighs hugged my hips, and her arms wrapped around my neck. Her tits bounced as our bodies bucked.

In a quiet corner of my fevered brain I knew gaming had brought us together. A recreational pastime, scoffed at by far too many people. Well, fuck them! I thrust harder into my beautiful lover. You had to love gaming to play as hard as we did, and that competition had put both of us into this room, onto this bed.

I boned her harder and faster, and a wicked climax was churning in my balls. I was nailing her to the bed with every downstroke. Once again, she was wriggling and thrashing. I’d driven her to another climax. I wasn’t near enough for my own to overcome me just yet, so I waited her out.

When Molly had calmed slightly, she gazed up at me with blazing eyes.

“Let me up. I want you to do me doggy-style!” she announced.

Eagerly, I helped her over onto her hands and knees, then raced into position behind her. I laid my hands on the gorgeous spheres of her ass, slotting my cock back inside her.

As instructed, I dog-fucked her like crazy. It started out at a trot, then I really came off the leash. My fingers sank into her assflesh. I pounded her from behind. Soon I was in full sprint, knowing I would come in a few more thrusts. I nearly howled, and Molly took it as a signal. She snuck in another wily climax of her own, just as my spunk started to fly.

I shot spurt after spurt into her, and the ecstasy swept me into the heavens. She went with me. The chase was over, and we were together in victory.

Who got the big score the next day? Who won?

Who really cares. We were both already winners.