The Game

Momoko looked at the sign-in sheet for a moment and signed her name. No turning back now. She had seen the ad on a traffic pole, and it piqued her interest. 10 days of pleasure? Sign me up, she thought. A lady dressed in a white blouse and black pencil skirt escorted her to the first room. Momoko took some glances at her face, sharp dark eyes covered by black-rimmed glasses, tight red lips. Pretty, but not my type, she mused to herself. She was led through a neighborhood. Identical single story homes lined the road, a total of around 30 which were surrounded by high white fences. Momoko and the lady stopped in the middle of the street, and Momoko entered the cute little home in front of her.

The room looked like a small one bedroom apartment. To the right, there was a small living room with a couch, up ahead a small kitchen. A wall sectioned off a space in the room, and peeking in Momoko could see two twin beds. To the far left was the only room that had a door, which was the bathroom.

“Please wait for your partner,” the lady said and then left.

Momoko sat on the couch for a couple of minutes before the door opened again and in came another girl who looked around her age. When signing up, there was a question asking if she had a preference.

She was wearing a fancy white blouse and a long pink skirt, which clashed with Momoko’s black sweater and blue denim shorts. She wore her hair in a braid that spilled on her left shoulder and looked rather timid. One of those types.

She sat down on the other side of the couch and the doors closed. A few moments of silence passed before Momoko broke it with a greeting.

“Hey, I’m Momoko,” she said with a smile.

“I’m Aika,” she answered. Momoko could tell she was rather nervous...or perhaps intimidated by her.

“...Is it our first time doing something like this? Like in general, not the game-,” she asked

“Not with anyone, no. Just myself.” She played with her hair, face flushing red.

“Well, I’ll help you then. Don’t worry too much, let me know if you feel uncomfortable with anything ok?”

“Thanks.” She smiled a warm smile that made Momoko's heart skip a beat.

Momoko handed her a piece of paper that she found on the coffee table.

“Looks like this is our first game.”

Aika took the sheet of paper and read it.
All while not taking off your clothes
Masturabate to eachother
Pleasure each other
At the end of the day, place panties into the box next to the door

Aika placed the paper on the table and hesitated. Momoko noticed and decided to take the initiative.

“It’s ok, I can go first and then you can follow when you feel like it.”

Aika nodded and Momoko spread her legs. She brought her hands under her sweatshirt and lifted her bra. She traced a circle over her nipples and squeezed her tits, soft moans escaping from her mouth. She went on for a few more seconds before paying more attention to the tingling sensation in her shorts. Unbuttoning one button Momoko placed her hand inside her panties, feeling her clit through the fabric.

Looking up she was happy to see Aika following her as well. One hand was up in her blouse, the outline of her bra showing as it was pressed against the fabric to make room for her hands. Her other hand was already in her skirt. Her moans were soft and sweet, which only made Momoko even more wet. Momoko wore cotton panties which soaked up her juices more than silk ones, so she could already feel a wet spot forming..

Her moans became louder as Aika did, both of them now almost reaching climax.

Momoko slipped a finger inside as she watched Aika watching her. She wondered what Aika thought of her, if she enjoyed watching her, because in Momoko’s point of view which traced Aika’s expression and where her hands went, it was enough for her to come.

“I-I’m g-gonna-” she tried to say.

Aika nodded, “T-together-”

Their legs buckled and their hips arched up as they orgasmed, sending a flurry of moans into the room. For a couple of minutes, they sat breathing heavily, and Momoko gave Aika a sheepish smile.

“How was it?”

“...Surprisingly easy,” Aika said shyly.

“Is it alright if I…touch you?”

“Sure.”

Momoko lowly inched closer to Aika until she was on top of her. Looking at Aika closer she could see her light makeup that was slightly streaky from her sweat, her lips a light pink, inviting but Momoko stopped herself. She reached for her breasts and fondled them, wishing that she was able to feel it bare. Aika started to softly moan again, eyes averted from Momoko in embarrassment, but that only made Momoko want to do more. She trailed down to her stomach, rubbing it a few times before her hands slipped down in the middle of her skirt, pressing it against her pussy. Aika’s moans became louder as Momoko rubbed her up and down, gradually going faster until Aika came, clamping her legs around her arms and lightly humping her hand.

Realizing that she moved on her own, she blushed.

“Sorry, I-”

“No no, it’s ok, that was hot,” Momoko winked, making Aika turn even more red.

“Can I…to you?” she asked.

“Of course.”

Her touches were hesitant and slow, feeling as if she was trying to experiment, seeing what made Momoko feel good. She felt herself go wet again from how Aika treated her body, as her hands caressed her breasts, and moved down to her shorts. Aika rubbed slowly as it was rather hard to move the tight fabric, but for some reason it made it feel even more good. Momoko held onto her hand, guiding her while her moans escaped from her mouth. She came, pressing Aika’s hand hard on her clit.

Through heavy breaths she beamed, “A bit hard to do with these clothes on but you did well.”

Aika nodded, her face showed relief that she was able to do well.

They technically finished points 1 and 2, but looking at the digital clock on the TV stand it hadn’t been 20 minutes yet and it was still late afternoon.

“I guess we are allowed to do whatever except our clothes have to be on?”

Before Aika could answer, they heard a voice saying “Yes” which startled them both.

“What was that?” Aika asked, her voice wavering slightly.

“Hmm…the game makers?”

“Gamemakers?”

“Yeah, it said in the contract that the people who made this game would be watching us,” Momoko said matter of factly.

“Oh..that's right.”

Momoko hoped that Aika read the contract. Being watched didn’t bother Momoko, it made it more exciting. But seeing how shy Aika was, she became worried.

“If you didn’t know, you can leave if you are uncomfortable with it. Although you won’t get a refund,” Momoko wondered why she felt such concern, it was unusual for her to do something like this for someone she barely knew.

“No, it’s alright. I read the contract. It’s just…new to me…I sort of…like it,” she confessed.

Momoko giggled with relief, “Me too. Anyways, do you have any ideas for what to do next?”

Aika shook her head, “No, but if you have something..”

A mischievous glint lit in her eyes. “I always do. Come to the table.”

Momoko walked to the kitchen, where a small rectangular table with two chairs stood.

“It will hurt if you don’t do it right so be careful.”

She pressed her shorts onto one of the corners of the table, angling it so that the corner would only press against her clit lightly. She started to move, back and forth. Looking up, Aika had followed her lead on the opposite corner. They rhythmically moved with each other, their moans giving out silent indications until they came at the same time.

For the rest of the day, they cycled through finding different things in the house to pleasure themselves such as the armrests of the couch or pillows. When they ran out, they took turns pleasuring each other. It was dinner time when they were exhausted for the day. They were back on the couch after their last session, catching their breath.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” Momoko asked. “I can cook something while you’re there.”

“Thank you,” Aika said standing off, only to collapse back down.

Momoko laughed, “You haven’t done this much in one day, have you?”

“Yea..I usually only do it once or twice.”

“I’ll help you.”

Momoko let Aika lean on her as she led her to the bathroom. They had found a set of pajamas on each bed while exploring the house, so Momoko quickly picked them up and gave them to Aika. As Aika showered, Momoko whipped up a quick dinner from what was available in the fridge, which was a lot. When Aika was done, she walked out in her pajamas and a very, very wet pair of panties which caused Momoko’s pussy to twitch in excitement. As she placed them in the box she wondered aloud, “Who will these go to?”

Momoko answered for her, “Probably the game makers. It only makes sense. As for dinner, I’m almost done but can you help out?”

“Yea sure!.”

Momoko showered while Aika finished up dinner. The bathroom had a sink, toilet, and a large glass panel that separated the shower from the rest of the room. She stripped and walked into the shower, but before the water could hit her, she sat on the cold marble floor, furthest away from the water. She spread her legs and felt her pussy. The entire day after the first time she masturbated to Aika, she had not touched her pussy directly and now that she could, she could feel how sticky and wet it was. She had already known that of course because her shorts even got wet, but this was probably the wettest she had been by far (little did she know that this was just the beginning). She rubbed her wet pussy, feeling her hands being covered in her juices. One hand rubbed her clit while the other fingered her hole. She gasped when she came, and hoped Aika didn’t hear. Finally, she was able to shower normally.

The rest of their day went rather normal considering what they have been doing. The two conversed about their backgrounds, and Momoko learned that Aika was an engineering student, born to rather rich parents, and was raised in a rather sexually repressed household. She found this game through an ad just like Momoko.

She felt Aika’s need for freedom, something that she had and realized took for granted. She told Aika about herself, how she was a photography student who had little luck in love, and did this because she liked to experience new things.

There were no windows but the clock showed 10:47 PM. It was quite early in Momoko’s time but she was feeling strangely tired. Perhaps it was the new environment, but after she and Aika washed the dishes, she instantly crashed on the bed. Aika let out a small chuckle, amused by her actions, and wished her goodnight. Surprisingly Momoko slept soundly, but before she slipped into her dreams a small thought emerged, a strange desire to hold Aika as she slept.

Aika did not sleep. After Momoko dozed off, she tried to do the same but her mind raced with thoughts of what happened during the day. She had done this to look for more pleasure. Days in her room, unable to do anything other than feel herself for minutes at a time was suffocating. She was rarely ever alone. Houseworkers combed the mansion 24/7, coming in at the most inconvenient times to tell Aika that dinner was ready or her father was calling for her, if anything, bath time was the only time she could enjoy herself.

But she wanted more, so she signed up for this game. Looking back on the past 10 hours she realized how exciting it all felt. Masturbating in front of someone, and having someone touch you were all new things that Aika didn’t even know she would enjoy so much. Most of all, she found Momoko so interesting…so intoxicating. The more she thought about Momoko the more wet she became to the point she couldn’t take it anymore. She slid a finger in between her panties and fingered her wet pussy, all while thinking about Momoko fingering her own. Her orgasm came quickly, feet curling and clamping her mouth shut to not wake Momoko up, Aika barely slept in anticipation for the next day.

In a room at the top of the building sits a couple in front of twenty screens. Their clothes were on the floor, and the sounds of their loud ugly moans echoed through the room but never left the door. A fat finger pointed to screen number 14, where a camera showed Momoko and Aika sleeping.

“Perfect.”