"Does a fifteen hit?"
Charlie checked the stats on his notes. "It does not. And it is attacking you."
"Fuuck."
"What is your Armor Class?"
"Thirteen."
Charlie rolled the dice while keeping his face neutral, Charlie always had a fine poker face. Both his parents were actually professional poker players. He often joked that it was a genetic trait. Dixie didn't care. She just liked looking at him. He had long, dark hair that was forever flying into his face and so many freckles and moles that his nickname on the swim team was 'Dalmatian.'
"Take twelve damage."
"That puts me at, what, two points?"
"No, remember to take the damage from your hit points, not your armor class."
"Right sorry, I don't know why I keep mixing them up."
"It's okay. Hit points are on the box toward the-- Yup, that one."
"So I am down to twenty-two. Can I attack again?"
"Yup. There are two of them still standing close enough for you to hit them."
"I'll aim for the one on the left."
"Okay, roll your attack."
"Twenty-six?"
"Nice. that definitely hits. Roll your damage."
"Oh rats, only 5."
Charlie smiled. "Sorry, just you saying 'rats' while you are fighting wererats…sort of amuses me."
Dixie grinned. "I like that I sort of make you smile."
He blinked, confused. "You say that like it's a difficult thing. I smile all the time."
"I know but… I like it when you smile because of something I have said or done. It's a different smile than your overall smile."
"Is it? I never noticed."
"How could you, unless you're looking in the mirror all the time?"
Charlie smiled again. "Touché."
Dixie felt an awkward surge of bold energy. "Can I … try something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
Dixie got up and kissed Charlie. He was clearly startled, but his eyes closed as he surrendered to the kiss. A soft inhale as his body became receptive. He rose a hand and caressed the side of her face. She deepened the kiss and moved to straddle his lap and he leaned back, following her lead, and they were just making out before he broke the kiss enough to look her in the face.
"Is this leading where I think it is?" he enquired, wanting to check in.
"O-only if you want to. Just want a quickie, help me clear my head. I can't stop thinking about having…" she slithered her hand to his groin and squeezed his package, "…this. Inside me." She whispered the last in a soft voice as her hands stroked him thru his pants, liking that his body was responding to her rather quickly...
Charlie's lashes fluttered, clearly at a loss for words, and simply nodded. "...Condom?" he barely had enough brainpower to ask.
Dixie reached inside her shirt and took a wrapped condom out of her bra. Charlie smiled a smile she'd never seen. "You sneaky devil, you planned this," his voice was deeper, aroused, and charmed.
"Yes, yes I did. Honestly, I put condoms in my bra every game night, hoping we could..."
Charlie's lips interrupted to kiss her again; she moaned and felt warm all over. She barely registered him taking the condom from her as he placed one palm on her back and the other was taking his cock out of his sweat pants. He broke the kiss long enough to practically snarl the words "Panties, off, now" in her ear. And then tore the condom open with his teeth and slid it on one-handedly. Charlie was definitely not a virgin. He wasn't an awkward geek living in his mom's basement. He was an accomplished professional who paid off the house he was living in. He just happened to enjoy tabletop roleplaying games. Dixie was the only friend in his friend group with free time for a game.
And now they were making out and about to fuck before the game was done. Charlie was so aroused he was dripping pre-cum into the latex as he watched Dixie take her panties off, then re-straddle and slide him inside her soaking, wet cunt. She sighed. "Ohh, Perfection..."
As she started a ride on his cock, Charlie tipped his head back and clenched his jaw. His hands squeezed her hips as she ground on him riding at a steady pace. "Oh fuck, I needed this for soo long."
"Me too." Charlie breathed the words out, his tone soft and strained. "I'm sorry I'm not gonna last much longer. It's been too long since--"
"I'm there too, so close, oh Charlie."
"Call me Papi."
"Papi, yes, you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna make-- oh Papi. Oh .. ohhhhhh~!" Dixie wailed as she ground down and spasmed atop him violently. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he thrust up and made a sort of whimper sound, thrusting more. He gasped, "Bite me. Please, I need it, bite me, Mami, bite me."
She latched her teeth onto his neck, biting hard enough to give him a hickey. And as she bit down, Charlie came, but silently, his mouth gaped screaming soundlessly, his entire body tensing and eyes shut tight. And once she released the bite, he twitched before he slumped, deflated and quivering. His hands rubbed her back as he tried to catch his breath.
"If you think you are getting an extra level for this, think again," Charlie said after a moment. And Dixie laughed that contagious laugh of hers, that shook her whole body, and he moaned, moving to take his too-sensitive still-hard cock out of her quaking pussy as he started laughing too.