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A couple of months ago, I went on a date with a girl I matched with on hinge. She was about 5’2 and had dark flowing red hair. While she didn’t have the best face, her body more than made up for it. She had large, perky, gravity-defying tits which she prominently displayed in the bikini picture adorning her profile, and an ass that was clearly sculpted by hours in the gym. Having a weaknessThe first date was pretty fun and we clearly had chemistry. We went to a trendy rooftop bar where we got a little too drunk and I spent far too much on overpriced cocktails. Over the course of two hours, we bonded over our shared enjoyment of the MCU, weed, video games, and music. At the end of the date, we shared a good sloppy make-out session and then I helped her get a cab back to her apartment.
Over the course of the week, we continued talking and decided to schedule another date at her place for the following Friday to watch a movie and eat some sushi. The week passed and finally, it was Friday. We confirmed the plan, I took a shot for good luck, grabbed a decent bottle of wine, and headed to her place. Thirty minutes later, I was knocking on her door trying to figure out whether I was supposed to go for a hug or a kiss when she opened the door. Before I could decide, the door suddenly opened and there she was. I opted for a hug, feeling her large tits press against me, and she invited me into her studio apartment.“So glad you could make it” she said with a smile. “Glad to be invited. Any interest in having a glass” I said putting on a flirty tone and shaking the wine in my head. “Ohh look at you being such a gentleman,” she said in a joking tone as she grabbed the bottle of wine out of my hand. She poured us each a glass and as we drank we caught each other up on our weeks. Quickly, one glass of wine turned into two, and two turned into the whole bottle. The more we drank the more flirty the conversation became and the closer our chairs moved to each other. Finally, we were sitting face to face and I could feel the warmth of her breath on me and smell the alcohol on her lips. “Want to watch that movie,” she asked me. I nodded and she stood up from her chair, grabbed my hand, and led me to her bed/tv.
On her bed, we continued talking, our hands rubbing each other’s bodies but neither of us acknowledged it. I don’t know how the conversation ended up going here, but suddenly we were talking about her Nintendo Switch. “I bet I could kick your ass in Smash,” she said to me playfully. “Not a chance, but maybe if you ask me really nicely I’ll let you win”. I retorted. She laughed. “Oh really, care to make a bet”. I did the mental math of the moment and decided to say something flirty but not too obvious “If I win, I get to choose the next thing we do, no complaints, if you win, you can tell me to do anything and I’ll do it”. “Deal”, she retorted.
Now I would consider myself a decent Smash player. I’m by no means tournament-level, but I can normally hold my own against anyone I play against. I say this with absolutely no exaggeration, but I got absolutely styled on. I got 3 stocked in the first game and only got 1 stock off her in the second. My pride slightly hurt, but more so impressed, I extended my hand to her and said “damn you whooped my ass”. She took my hand, I pulled her closer to me. “I knew I would, now it’s time for my prize,” she said with a flirtatious tone. She paused and looked me deep in the eyes “go down on me” she commanded.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yovmlt/how_getting_3_stocked_in_smash_led_me_to_go_down
Great story! Super well written and sounds like a lot of fun.