Chapter 63. App That Can Edit Relationships (THE RELATIONSHIP GAME)•••SHORT STORY•••

Written by blkngry

On: tags.literotica.com

Summary: Scott discovers an app that can alter his relationships.

Tags: babe, mind control, blonde, cheating, app, anal, rough, teacher

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"There it is," Scott said, leaning in a little closer to his phone. "I knew I remembered it."

Scott wasn't sure where he found the app originally. A forum? Some popup? A tweet? Whatever it was, no combination of search strings dug it up again. All he remembered for sure was he'd been on his phone late at night, and his eyes stopping on the title:

The Relationship Game: Your Relationships, Gamified.

Now, a part of him knew there was at least an 80% chance of this being spam, a scam, or shovelware. But he was tired and bored, and something about the name of it caught his attention. So he tapped it, ignored the warning his phone gave for apps with an unknown source, downloaded and installed it.

But he had never ran the game—something had distracted him, if he remembered right. It was probably a call from his mom. She was the one paying for the phone, so he always dropped whatever he was doing and answered. She'd shut his account off before for letting it go to voicemail.

And then... hell, it had been a crazy week. Two research papers, 15 credits worth of classes, that time the whole apartment complex had gotten together for night games... and well, he might have spent a night or two (or three) unleashing his fury on the living dead with buddies online. He'd barely eaten anything that didn't come out of the microwave or a plastic seal. And he had to sleep sometime.

So with the whirlwind over, and the mindless hoards of homework and zombies both beaten back, Scott had been laying on his bed, counting the holes in the drop-down ceiling in his room when the memory of the Relationship Game flickered in his mind.

"Well, here goes," he muttered. "Please don't brick my phone."

He pressed the icon, a simple "RG" in black against a grey circle. As it fired up, the usual permissions screen appeared. Use your phone camera, yeah yeah, save pictures on your drive, sure, and...

Scott made a face. "'Access and edit your relationships?' Really?"

He tilted his head. Did it mean his contacts maybe? If so, he wasn't cool with that. It'd probably send them eight years of spam from him. Or maybe it was just a joke—part of the atmosphere of the game. He hesitated on it for a solid minute.

What the hell? He had like, fifteen people in his phone anyway. They'd get over it.

Acceptance given, the Relationship Game finally loaded.

"Wow," Scott muttered. "They need to fire whoever was in charge of the layout."

The presentation left something to be desired. It was mostly a cream color, or maybe very light gray. The center of the screen was dominated by what looked like a little gradient button-looking thing with the word "You" floating over it in bold, black letters. Several translucent lines radiated out from the button to the edge of the screen. In the upper left, there was a gray button that had a '?' in it, and in the upper right one that simply said 'Filter'.

Scott made a face. "Guess they had to save all their budget on hacking you." For the hell of it, he tapped the question mark. A little popup appeared.

Make interactions to earn experience and level up!

Status moves left today—

Points: 5 (permanent)

Exchanges: 2 (24 hours)

Randoms: 3 (long term)

Scott stared at it. Out of curiosity, he tapped the word "Randoms". It cleared the pop up, but nothing else happened. He tried again, and got the same result.

"The hell—" he started, ready to uninstall with extreme prejudice, but then there was a loud banging at his door. He rolled his eyes.

"It's open," Scott called.

His roommate Brad jerked the door open somewhere around the word "it's". Brad had the classic look of a guy who spent a good amount of time in the weight room, but had never quite brought himself to set foot on the treadmill. He was big, thick necked, and had his blond hair spiked up at a jaunty angle. His t-shirt looked uncomfortably small.

"Yo Scott," he rumbled, glowering down at him, "any way you could make yourself scarce tonight?"

Scott frowned. "Why?"

Brad shrugged. "Nothing, I just got my girlfriend coming over, and wanted a little space. Don't you have something to get you out of the house for the night?"

Scott sat up and gave him an incredulous look. "Brad, it's Tuesday, and I'm broke. What the hell exactly do you think I'd have going on on a night like tonight?"

"I dunno, a life maybe? Fine, whatever, look... just stay out of the living room for the next few hours, okay?"

Scott stared at him a moment, tight lipped. He blew out a short breath. "Fine, how long exactly? Until what time?"

Brad growled. "At least midnight."

"That's over five hours from now, Brad. You have to go through the living room to get to the kitchen, remember? You know, where the food is?"

"So? You've got plenty of shit in here, I've seen you taking it straight from the grocery store."

"That's only because *some*body thinks anything open in the cupboards is public property. I still have to keep most of my food out there, because it kinda needs to be in the fridge. How about 10? That's plenty of time for you to suck face for a while, and then take her back to your room for 'coffee.'"

"That's Kyle, and you know it," Brad said, face growing darker, "and I need at least—"

The doorbell rang, and Brad threw a quick glance to the right. "Fuck, fine, until 10. But you better keep your ass in this room, okay?"

Scott saluted him. "Yessir."

"Good," he said. "And I'll be using the TV." Brad slammed the door shut, and his footsteps faded down the hallway. A moment later, Scott heard the front door open.

Scott gritted his teeth. Using *my* TV, you mean, he thought. Thanks for asking.

He let out a growl in the back of his throat, and flopped down flat on the bed again. He lay there a moment, seething, reminding himself that roommates prepared you for life, because if you managed to not murder them, it was a landmark on the way to becoming a well-balanced adult. He glanced at his phone, and did a double take.

The name "Brad Sandy" had appeared above "You" on the screen, connected by one of those translucent lines. Slowly, Scott moved his hand over, and tapped the little round button underneath the name. It expanded out into a single line of text that read, "Roommate/thinks you're a douchebag." Then, appearing for just an instant, a line of text flashed in the upper right that read: "Settled differences without a fight. +1XP."

Scott stared. And then he sat up really fast. Now, it could have pulled Brad's name from his contacts, but the entry didn't have anything but the first name, a phone number, and a note that read "roommate" in case he forgot. He specifically remembered not putting Brad's last name, because after the first two weeks he had already been certain that once one of them moved out, he would never speak to him again.

A sudden laugh made Scott jump a little. It was Brad's girlfriend, he was pretty sure. She had a light, flirty laugh that carried through the thin walls. Scott glanced back at his phone, and noticed he'd accidentally pinched the middle area a little. Now the word "You" and "Brad Sandy" was a little smaller, and right next to Brad, connected to him by a thin dotted line, was the name Mariah Knight. He blinked, and then tapped on that, too. Again, a short line of text appeared:

"Roommate's girlfriend/doesn't remember your name"

After a moment, another dialog box appeared: "Use 'Random' on status? Yes/No/Cancel"

Scott's finger hovered. Had this appeared for Brad, and he just missed it? What did it mean to "use a Random" on a person's status? And, you know, how the hell did it know people's names and relationship to him?

"Maybe it's listening," he muttered. "Uses AI. But... Brad never said his girlfriends name. I... I'm not sure I even knew her last name. Can... can it tap his contacts, too?"

That didn't seem that likely to Scott, but weirder things had happened. But as he kept frowning, he suddenly shrugged. At this point, what the hell? Why not just see what happens? So he tapped "Yes" in reply to "Use 'Random' on status" and watched expectantly.

The text of Mariah's status suddenly started to spin with other phrases, like a tumbler from a slot machine, too fast for Scott to make them out. And then with a very quiet but clear 'ding', it stopped.

Under Mariah Knight it now read: "Secret sex friend/so hot for you right now"

Scott smiled indulgently. "Cute," he muttered, "but that's obviously too good to be—"

A girl's voice nearby cut him off. "—just down here, right?"

"Yeah, second door on the right," Brad called. "You want me to pause?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," she replied. "Just wait there for me for a bit. Thanks, babe!" Scott briefly heard a couple footsteps, and then a pause.

Then, quickly and quietly, his door jerked open, and a girl rushed inside, closing it silently behind her. Scott felt his mouth go open just a bit.

Mariah Knight glanced back at him, half turning his way, and smiled, putting a finger to her lips. She was a little over average height, had haystack blond hair that went just passed her shoulders, and a small, pointed chin and nose. She wore a "Monster's University" ball cap in royal blue that was slightly ripped on the bill, a pair of small horn-rimmed glasses, and a white t-shirt with words "Deathly Hallows" across it in black. Both the shirt and the bleached skinny jeans she wore hugged her well-established curves pretty tightly, enough so he could see the outline of her bra and the crack of her ass. Especially the ass, since she was was still bent over holding the door knob.

"Quick, before he gets suspicious," she whispered, grinning. She rushed over to him, and without hesitation, reached for Scott's basketball shorts, tugged down elastic waist along with his boxers, and pulled out his dick. It was already getting a semi. Before he could do more than say, "What—", she gave him a wicked smile and stuffed the head in her mouth.

Circumstances being what they were, Scott was rock hard by the time she'd bobbed up and down three times.

Her lips popped off. "Yes," she whispered, standing. "Oh, I need this so fucking bad." She unbutton her jeans and yanked them down, followed by her pink bikini panties. Scott let out a brief "I—" and caught a flash of her pussy, a line of pink under a bush trimmed down to a triangle of dirty blond, before she turned, and with her jeans still around her ankles, lined up his cock with a hand between her legs, and plunged down onto him.

"Oh, god," she groaned, and had to put a muffling hand over her mouth. "Oh, yes..."

Her ass was every bit as well shaped as they'd looked in those jeans, and she had two tiny freckles on her right buttcheak. Scott couldn't help but touch the spot with his fingers. The smoothness of the skin there seemed so hot it actually made him jerk his dick involuntarily.

Then Mariah started to work her hips. Her twat rose off his member smoothly, hovered with just an inch or so of it still inside her, and sank back down to take the full length. She took a deep breath. Then without warning, she started to flap her ass up and down, working his cock in and out in a frenzy. She arched her back, one hand reaching up inside her shirt to work a tit, and then other clamped on his thigh just above the knee in a death grip.

By now, Scott had both hands on her hips, enthusiastically thrusting into her from below so that her moans got harder and harder to muffle. The skin of her ass bounced off of him in her frenzy. Then she abruptly slammed down onto him hard and held it there, grinding on his dick.

"Oh god," she panted, her chest heaving, "so good."

"Tired?" he whispered. "I could take over."

She grinned at him. "Yeah, let's doggy fuck! Just slam that cock in me as hard and fast as you can!"

She slid off him, and started to get on the bed, but it was on risers, and the height made it difficult with her jeans still around her ankles. She let out a grow, kicked off her sandals, and bent over to tug the pants off the rest of the way. Then she grinned at him again and bounded up on the bed, lower half naked, and shoved her ass at him.

Scott didn't need more encouragement than that. He lifted her by the hips, lined her up, grabbed those sweet, smooth asscheaks and started to hammer inside.

Her breathing got faster and faster. She let out the tiniest squeak when he burrowed an inch or so of his thumb up her anus, and started thrusting back against him even harder. She reached back and grabbed his wrist, and their sex pounded together hard enough that a distinctly audible slapping noise filled the room. Her moans started to get louder and more frequent. She had to bend down and press her face into his pillow, pointing her ass a little higher.

Scott felt her pussy and her grip tighten, and he could see her ears going bright red. It was then that Scott realized he was mere seconds away from blowing his load inside her.

Flailing, he managed to yank his cock out of Mariah, and stroking with his free hand, shot four solid spurts and a dribble over her ass and back.

Mariah managed to pull herself away from the pillow, letting in a gasp of air. After a minute of panting, she flashed him a smile.

"Oh," she cooed, head arching back, eyes fluttering. "That was niiiice."

"I'll say," Scott said, and hesitated. "But why—"

"M?" Brad's voice called. "Everything okay?"

Mariah stiffened. "Oh god, gotta hurry," she muttered, and scrambled off of Scott's bed. She snatched up her jeans, hopping back and forth to get her feet in the right holes. She yanked them up, bouncing and straining a little to get those tiny skinny jeans all the way on, and then smoothly did up her buttons. The process had to have smeared Scott's fresh jizz all over her ass.

"K," she whispered, slipping into her sandals, "I've gotta quick sneak to the bathroom. It'd be weird if he didn't hear a flush, and besides, I have to wash up, maybe add a little extra perfume to mask someone shooting their spunk all over my backside." She gave him a cheeky smile. "Thanks for not getting it on my shirt, though."

With that, she turned and scooted quickly to the door, putting a hand on the knob. Scott opened his mouth to say something, but something on the floor caught his eye.

"Uh," he whispered, pointing. "I think you forgot something."

Mariah glanced back at him, and then followed his finger. Her damp, unceremoniously dropped panties lay there in crumpled wad. Her eyes widened. "Oh, shit... Well, no time for it now." She gave him a wide smile, and ran her tongue over her teeth. "I'll just grab them from you next time. Or you can just keep them as a souvenir, if you want."

With that she winked at him, opened the door a crack, and after peering through it a bit, slipped out. She left it just the slightest bit open. Scott just sat there, his cock still hanging out, listening as the sound of the toilet flushing came a minute or so later, and he heard Mariah walking loudly by, apologising to Brad for taking so long. His eyes wandered back to her wet, pink panties near the edge of his bed.

"Well," he said, trying to take it in. "That was... that was..."

Scott looked back at his phone. At some point during their piping hot fucking, it had been knocked a bit to one side, and the screen had turned off. He reached down, held it up to his face, and unlocked it.

After a moment, the Relationship Game clicked into focus. The line connecting him and Mariah looked a lot more solid, he thought, and when he tapped on her button, her status read: "Secret sex friend/riding the high, planning for next time."

Then, a series of popup messages rolled down the screen:

Cheated with a cheater. +1XP

Did the deed, quickie. +2XP

Granted orgasmic bliss, +3XP

Established first new relationship! +5XP

Level up!

Scott stared at that, and then tilted his head. "You know," he muttered, "I might have gone fucking crazy, but I think there might be something to this."

***

Scott got back to his room and shut the door. The quick trip to the restroom worked to relieve himself, but also gave a chance to splash his face in some cold water. His shirt collar was still damp with it. He paused, pressing his ear against the wall and listening to the sound of Mariah and Brad vigorously not watching the movie. Come to think of it, she hadn't even kissed him, had she? Frowning a little at that, he fished his phone out of his pocket.

The Relationship Game was still there. Definitely not a dream.

"Well," he said quietly, "then I better sure as hell figure this shit out."

Closing his door carefully behind, he marched over to his desk, and planted himself in his wobbly office chair. Then he got to work.

Just to cover his bases, he tapped on the question mark again. Sure enough, his 'Randoms' had gone down to two. He still had 5 'Points' and 2 'Exchanges' to try out. He x'd out of that—he wasn't quite sure to try another one of those yet. Especially because he only had the slightest idea what they were.

Instead, he next tapped on the little button under "You". The button rippled outward like a drop disturbing water, expanding out into a thick-lined, mostly-empty circle that filled the center of the screen. Scott had to admit that the animation was pretty cool. In the middle of the circle was the following information:

Scott Montgomery Wahlen

Lvl. 2

XP: 12

Next: 25

Titles: "Lucky Roller"

"Wham Bam Man"

Scott couldn't help but wince. Well, that settled it: this app was magical. He'd done his best to erase the existence of his middle name for years: he'd even had it legally removed. That's what happens when the cheery uncle you were named after turns out to be a pedofile.

Other than that, it didn't much clue what the object of this game was, or how to go about it. Tapping the screen anywhere only sucked the circle back to the center of again.

So, he tapped on the only other thing left: Filter. The produced a small drop-down menu with the following options: Proximity, Level, New, and Favorites. It had defaulted to Proximity, so he chose the next one on the list, Level.

The display jumped back to the main screen, and his "You" at the center shrank quickly. All around him, connected by thick black lines, were a lot of familiar names. His mother and father were top-center, his brother Rick and sister Chelsey just to the side of them, followed by some cousins and other relatives. At the bottom of the screen was his friend since 2nd grade, Charlie Rogers, who he had a gaming appointment with this weekend, a couple cool guys from his high school basketball team, and, bleh, two ex girlfriends. Their lines were the thinnest. After a moment, though, they shifted, and just slightly thicker, Mariah Knight appeared.

Scanning over them, he shrugged and tapped on his mother's button. Eleanor Langley Wahlen's status simply read: "Mother/worried about your life progress". But immediately under it was something a small note in parentheses: "(primary status cannot be altered)".

He frowned at that. He immediately tapped on his dad ("Father/hopes you start paying for more of your tuition soon") and he had the same message underneath. The same was true for Rick ("Brother/likes you, but thinks you're a slacker") and Chelsey ("sister/ thinks you'd probably figure things out if you just got laid a lot more often").

This told him a lot of things, actually. One was that, along with the list of his "status moves," the object and ability of the game was to alter his relationships. It sounded obvious now that he looked at it, but just assuming an app you downloaded has the power to change some facet of reality was too much of a leap for him to make without sitting down and doing a bit of math.

Also, most likely the part before the slash couldn't be changed for certain people—like his father couldn't be changed to not be his father, or anything, but maybe the second half could be improved. Someone like Mariah, with a thin relationship, however, had no problem going from "roommate's girlfriend" to "secret sex friend".

It also told him that his family had pretty damn low opinions of him.

"Well excuse the hell out of me," he muttered. "Not everybody knows exactly what they want to do by their second year of college. And Chelsey, you... naw, I'm not gonna touch that one. I am weirded out enough as it is."

Scott shunted that information aside, and instead tapped on his friend Charlie. "Best friend/loves you like a brother, but thinks you'd probably be a lot better off if you just got laid a lot more often."

Scott paused, mouth twitching. Well, at least here it seemed a lot less weird. And he made a mental note to buy Charlie a beer.

Then, taking a breath to steel himself, he tapped on the name of one of his ex-girlfriends, Angela Nelson.

Ah, Angela. She had been his girlfriend as a high school sophomore. She had always been cute, one of those types that smiled easily and fell for basketball players. But a short time into their relationship, she had started to blossom.

And she had blossomed a lot.

Her tits had gone from cute and perky to a listed cause of traffic accidents over the course of a few months—especially the way she was prone to put them on display. Their relationship had ended abruptly when she had realized she didn't need to waste her time with a skinny, scrappy rebounder and defender when she could reel in the hunky power forward with the D1 offers.

Her status read: "Former girlfriend/really doesn't think much about you at all."

Scott glared at that, feeling the old resentment burning in his chest again. He'd never even gotten a chance to hit that. He hadn't even made it passed first base. He tapped her name a couple times—not a conscious action, just from a vague desire to somehow send his wrath through the phone.

A menu drop-down appeared:

Use a status move?

Points (5)

Exchanges (3)

Randoms (2)

He hesitated a moment, but on a surge of pure malice and libido, he gave her a taste of Random, too. He quickly tapped yes to confirm, and then the tumblers went spinning. After a moment, a new status had clicked into place:

Angela Nelson

"Mortal enemy/wants to stab you in the guts with a knife"

Scott felt his stomach drop. "Uh... that doesn't sound good."

A moment later, his phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. Hand shaking, he tapped on it.

"Hi!" it read. "is this Scott Wahlen's number still? this is Angela Nelson remember we used to date in high school? I was just wondering how you're doing :) Maybe we can get together sometime?"

That was followed by a line emoji: a wink, a blown kiss, an eggplant, and a peach.

Scott felt his pulse quicken."Oh god," he said. "It's... I think that would be what you call a honey trap. That has stabbing intentions written all over it." He paused. "And she's a hella fast texter."

He quickly double tapped her name again, searching his options. He wasn't going to risk his last Random just yet. It could make things worse, and besides, he wanted to save it as his last resort. So instead he tapped "Exchange". The game asked: "Select whose status you want to exchange Angela Nelson's with" and rolled back to the main relationship page. Scott froze. There definitely wasn't anyone on screen he would be okay with suddenly wanting to shove a knife into his stomach.

He look up and down for some kind of cancel button, but nothing appeared. He probably would be able to cancel if he tapped a name, but what if he couldn't? He'd just be shifting the problem.

He searched around desperately, trying to find someone that it might be okay if they suddenly started wanting to kill him. He pinched the screen, and to his relief, it behaved exactly how expected, shrinking the entries and expanding the field. He could also drag around to look among them, too. Finally, he settled on his great aunt Estelle. She was 84 and lived in Alaska, so at least it would take her hours to book and board a flight, and if she tried to aerate his abdomen, he could just outrun her.

Face screwed up tightly, he tapped her name. "Apply Exchange? Yes/No/Cancel"

Scott lot out an explosive breath. Then he took another deep one, held it, moved his hand oh-so-slowly toward the phone, and tapped "Cancel". It then zipped back to the status of his now-murderous ex girlfriend. He breathed again.

"Okay," he muttered, "lets try this."

He double tapped her name, and when the drop-down menu came up, this time he selected "Points" as his status move.

"Add 1 point to Angela Nelson's status?" it prompted. He shrugged. Might as well, right? He confirmed with a yes. There was a small "ding", and a "+1" appeared briefly over Angela's name. Scott double checked her status. It now read:

"Enemy/would gladly shoot you with a taser and claim sexual assault"

Scott paused over that. Well, that was *better*, he supposed. Marginally. Swiftly, he repeated the same process, adding another point.

"Enemy/ thinks it might be fun to lead you along before dumping you" her new status read.

Scott wiped a little sweat from his forehead. "Well, that's at least... not life ending. Lets try another."

With another point added, her status read, "Acquaintance/doesn't think much of you". Just to be sure, he added one more. She now read as, "Former friend/ feels a little nostalgic about you". Scott leaned back his chair, feeling the tension draining from him. A message popped up:

Made a bad roll, ended up a positive. +2XP

"Whatever XP does, I hope it's good," he said. "At least I learned what all the status moves do. And that I definitely don't want to use a Random without plenty of Points and Exchanges to compensate."

He pressed his lips together, and then pulled up Angela's text again. He wondered what she was thinking now. Should he reply? With what? He rocked back and forth, sucking on his teeth. Finally, he just closed it. He'd worry about it later.

Back in the Relationship Game, he tried the rest of the filter options: New (this only displayed Mariah) and Favorites (which was empty, except for a small "+", which he immediately used to add Mariah, because any hot girl with the title of "secret sex friend" immediately qualified as a favorite in his book).

Satisfied, he switched the filter back to Proximity. It still just showed him and Brad and you-know-who. Then he pinched the screen a little, and more names appeared.

Scott's nextdoor neighbors Josh and Russ were home. They were both just listed as "neighbor". Josh "likes you, grateful for that one time you jumped his car" which Scott had totally forgotten about, and Russ, "played ball with you once, is cool with you". Besides them, a little lower and smaller, was Calli Kindensen.

Scott winced just reading the name.

Scott's apartment complex wasn't that large. It consisted of three two-story buildings in a rough U shape, with parking and a small pool in the middle. Each building was divided by gender between upper and lower floors: the other building on the kitty corners from his had girls on the top floor, and his building had them on the bottom. So it was almost impossible for him to avoid at least saying hi to Calli, who lived right underneath him. That is, unless he snuck up to the top level by climbing the side stairs railing. Which he had resorted to doing more than once.

He tapped on her button, her status confirmed his worst fears:

"Calli Kindensen: Neighbor/obsessed with you, fantasizes about your body"

He sighed. It wasn't that Calli was a bad person. She wasn't exactly ugly, either, just sort of, well, average. Well, she wasn't always the best example of thorough hygiene, but he'd dated worse.

But the way she ambushed him, pressing him for his number, asking him personal questions, and generally creeping on him... He'd tried letting her down gently, saying he just wasn't interested in her. She had responded to that by sneaking into his room and stealing a pair of his boxers from the dirty laundry hamper while he was in class. His webcam, set to record movement from roommates stealing his snacks, had caught the whole thing.

If their positions had been reversed, Scott would have been arrested for sure. But he really couldn't envision himself reporting a girl to police for stalking. And besides the underwear incident, she hadn't done anything... illegal at least. He really wasn't sure how to react to the whole situation, anway. He didn't exactly have the kind of looks that prompted that reaction from girls usually, so he had no experience on how to handle it.

But it looked like his studious avoidance of her since the boxers incident hadn't lessened the fires that she had burning for him. And as he continued to start at her status, Scott's eyes widened, and he grinned and snapped his fingers.

With the RG app, this might just work out for him after all.

Quickly, he double tapped Calli's name, and selected to use an Exchange. Then after sifting through people nearby, he stopped on a name that, almost by itself, got his dick semi-hard again: Erika Hatch.

Her current status read: "Neighbor/ would recognize you as her neighbor."

Scott nodded glumly. That sounded about right. Erika had an apartment to herself in the building to the left and in front of his, and he could count the number of sentences he'd exchanged with her on one hand. Not surprisingly, she had given him a subtle but strong "not interested, sorry" vibe every time they'd spoken. Scott knew that was partially his fault. She was just so difficult to stop staring at. So he'd bowed out of the competition, accepting that she was simply out of his league.

Until now.

This time, "Apply Exchange? Yes/No/Cancel" got an emphatic button press on "Yes."

Sure enough, with a small ding, the complex super hottie now had her focus all on him, and his body. But Scott didn't stop there: he still had one Point left. And with a quick double tap and a confirm, he applied it. Her new status got his blood pumping again.

It read: "Erika Hatch: Neighbor/wants you hard, wants you now, won't take no for an answer"

It felt like forever, but it couldn't have been more than a minute before three loud, firm knocks interrupted all the second-basing that was been going on in the living room. Scott leapt from his bed and sprinted to his door, opening it just wide enough to hear as much as he could. There was a brief, startled silence, and then a bit of rustling where Scott surmised clothes and make up were being adjusted. Then the sound of Brad letting out a cuss or two, and jerking the front door open.

"What—" he started, tone belligerent, but then choked a little. He cleared his throat. "I mean, what can I do for you?"

"Hi," a smooth, luxurious voice said. She sounded confident and at ease. "Is Scott in?"

Brad hesitated. "Uh, Scott? I'm not sure sure, I can—"

Scott crossed the last few steps from his room to where the hallway opened into the living room in a fleeting instant of warp speed, slowing to what he hoped was a casual walk just as he emerged.

"I'm here," he tried to say, but it came out a bit squeaky, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Oh, Erika! Been a while. What's up?"

She glanced his way, and smiled. It was like watching the sunrise.

Erika Hatch was tall and slim, with toned, perfect legs that went for miles out of her snug jean shorts. Her hair was bright blonde and loose, a magnificent balance of smooth and full. She wore a pair of aviators in amber and gold, and an aqua-green off-the-shoulder blouse that fell smoothly and cleanly over her taut bust and flat waist. Her face was gorgeous, and her lips looked so good Scott actually had to swallow to stop the drool. She was a babe, through and through, and when she tilted her sunglasses down a little to get a look at him, her blue eyes caught the light.

"Ah, there you are," she said, walking over to him. Scott couldn't help but think she looked like an apex predator on the prowl, a lioness with her prey cornered. She reached over and grabbed his hand, and started to pull him behind her.

"Excuse us," she said, more to the room than to a person. As he was pulled out the door, Scott caught a brief look at Brad's face, confused, angry, and jealous; and Mariah's, who grinned and winked at him, giving him a thumbs up behind Brad's back.

God, having a secret sex friend was awesome.

He wanted to enjoy their expressions a bit longer, but Erika's urgent pulling could not be resisted. She led him down the stairs, across the gap between buildings, and up to her apartment on the second floor. She left the door open just long enough to pull him inside, and then closed and locked it. Then she pushed him firmly the last three steps to the living room. She strolled passed him, threw off her sunglasses, turned, and grabbed his face in both hands.

Her look was scorching and intense. "Don't say anything," she said. "Don't think. Just follow my lead."

Erika yanked him forward, simultaneously lunging toward him into full body contact. Her tongue immediately plunged into his mouth, hot and working, and she started to grind her naughty bits into his. She reached down and grabbed his ass in her hand, kneading the cheek as her mouth sucking and slurping just a bit faster.

Scott's dick was a rock hard rod by now, and Erika was working slow, hard circles on it with her crotch. He put one hand on her face, up into her hair, and with the other copped a feel of her backside. It felt powerful and toned, taut in his hand, and a moment later he slipped his fingers inside her jeans shorts. If Mariah had felt smooth, Erika's skin on her ass felt almost... glossy? Buttery?

Erika's hand had worked up from his ass to touch the skin of his back, trailing her fingers erotically up his spine. She started to moan into his mouth as her grinding on his dick got faster, more urgent. Scott ran his hands over her body, feeling the curves of her, touching her delicately with his fingers, and then he reached down and grabbed her ass in both hands, pulling her in tighter. She jerked slightly, eyes popping open and then squeezing shut, and the suction she was exerting on his lips went up a couple notches. Then she released the suction with a slight pop, and biting his lip, clung with both arms around his shoulders. Her hips twerked hard once, twice, and then she shivered. Finally, she let out a long, hard moan through her nose.

Her eyes drifted back open, and she leaned back a little bit to look at him. "That... "

Instead of finishing whatever it was she had been planning to say, Erika let out a growl, and crossing her arms, she reached down and pulled her top over her head, and threw it aside. Her bra was the front buckle kind, pale red and silky. Her tits stood out in stark contrast to her slender frame. She grabbed Scott's wrists and pulled his palms right onto her bust, squeezing his hands so he mashed her a little. He could feel the softness squish between his fingers.

Then she reached down, and running a hand along the line of his cock a moment, pulled his shorts down together with his boxers. His dick sprang out, and she caught it. She leaned over a little and spat on it, then again, and worked up and down the length with her hand, eyes fixed on it with scorching intensity.

Then she looked up at him, and unlatched her bra. It drifted off of her body; it seemed like her boobs almost didn't sag at all without it. Her nipples were tiny, very pink and very round, and getting to her knees, she started to grind his cock head into the right one. Scott jerked a little at the sensation. Erika switched to the other nipple, working slow circles. Then with her blue eyes burning up at him, she ran her tongue from his scrotum, under his shaft, and then to the head, swirled around it a few times, and then sucked his length all the way in.

She didn't even choke. Her mouth and neck flexed a little, but she deepthroated him completely, tongue moving to rub the skin around his balls. She sank off and then did it again, faster, and reached down to unbutton her jean shorts, shifting them off her hips without breaking eye contact. Scott took the opportunity to ditch his shirt, whipping it off like it was on fire.

Erika seemed to drink in his exposed chest, his stomach, and started to suck him harder. She reached down and shoved her hand into her panties. Scott could see her fingers moving inside, working her snatch even as she continued to inhale him. Between that gorgeous face and the white hot looks she was shooting at him, Scott would have lost it right there if he hadn't had that warm up with Mariah. As it was, he felt himself getting a little close.

So when she was on the shallow end of sword-swallowing him, he jerked just out of her grip, and reaching down quickly, he yanked her jean shorts off the rest of the of the way, tumbling her onto her back. Then she let out a slight yelp of surprise as he lifted her whole body from the ground, and planted her on the top of the wide leather couch. He spread her legs, and yanking her panties aside, buried his face right in her cunt.

It was almost surreal. Here he was, plain ol' Scott, eating out Erika Hatch's pussy. The hottest girl in his complex was moaning and jerking under his tongue, reaching down to grab his hair as he ran his tongue over her lady lips, up inside her, and teased her love bud around the edges.

"Oh, fuck," she hissed, revving up. "Oh, do it, do the clit, do it do it NOW or I—oh YES! YES! OOOOH!"

Her legs tightened around him, trying to close. It took some effort from Scott's arms to keep them open nice and wide. She bucked, eyes bulging, and her jaw dropped, and then her mouth formed a wide O. She let out of long moan that got higher and higher, sirening until after 10 more seconds it cut off in a choke. Scott could taste and feel her hot cum flowing down and around her glory hole, and onto her legs.

Erika fell back a little, gasping hard enough that her tits bounced. Scott was amazed again at their firmness, still almost upright even on her back. He grabbed one, giving it another firm squeeze. They sure as hell felt like real tits to him. That squishy softness sent a surge of libito coursing through him.

He shoved her thighs toward her chest, and gripping her panties at the waist, yanked them off of her. They left a wet streak where they dragged along her legs. Then he rotated her hips sideways a little until she was partially on her side, and grabbed the higher leg so it went up over his shoulder. He ran his fingers over her skin from ass to ankle as lined up his still iron-hard cock with her hole, and smoothly plunged it inside her. Erika breathed in sharply. Her vagina tightened a little around him, and she looked up and him with that face, that amazing face, so filled with naked desire that it seemed like Scott's hips just started working on their own.

He started to pump inside her, one arm holding her leg and the other milking her tit, pounding every square inch of his dick inside her love basket. He switched hands on her leg to reach around and spank her, first one cheek and then the other, and then upped his barrage of thrusts, watching her pussy flex and her ass bounce against the power of their genitals slamming together. The smell of her sex started to roll over him, so strong it almost made him dizzy.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she said, teeth gritted together. "Oh, keep it up, more, faster, harder, yes YES!"

Scott released her leg, and leaned down onto her. He grabbed her tits in both hands, and started sucking on the right one, and then the left, all the while twerking his hips so that his member kept working inside her, going at a high angle. Her voice went up in pitch again, and her hands snaked down grab his neck and back, her fingernails digging into his skin.

That made Scott gasp a little, arching back. Then suddenly she grabbed his shoulders, and gripping hard, pulled her entire body onto his, riding his cock deep inside with her legs gripped tightly around his waist. She started to pound her pussy onto him even before he reached down to grab her ass.

"Yes! YES! Fuck me, Scott, FUCK ME!"

That seems to trigger it—hearing her say his name, giving her whole body to him... He felt the stirrings starting, the balls tightening, the electricity firing.

"I'm gonna cu—" he started, but Erika screamed in his face, "DON'T YOU DARE STOP! I'll fucking RIP YOUR COCK OFF if you stop!"

Her legs locked even more tightly around him, and she let out a furious roar as she poured everything into slamming herself down onto his dick. And then Scott felt his cum shooting into her, firing point blank into the depths of her pussy. Even after three, four squirts she was still riding him in a frenzy. And just as he was almost out of steam, she arched back, took a deep breath, buried her face into his shoulder, and screamed so hard he could feel his bones vibrating. Her hips spasmed, her cunt tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening.

And then it was over. Her legs slipped off of his hips, and they both collapsed onto the couch. They lay side by side, pressed together and sweaty, shaking and tingling, Scott's dick still halfway inside her. They gasped in time, and when she opened her eyes for a moment and met his, Scott could feel the goosebumps over her skin.

****

Scott had found a blanket underneath the couch, and wrapped it around them. He watched Erika's sleeping form for a moment, marveling at the beauty of the woman still next to his skin. And then reaching down for his shorts, he pulled out his phone. He fired up the Relationship Game.

As soon as it loaded, he was treated to a screen filled with status messages:

Wheeling and dealing. +1XP

Did the deed, middle rank. +3XP

1 day, 2 girls. +3XP

Ate at the Y. +3XP

Creamed the pie. +3XP

Multi-climax. +5XP

New relationship! +3XP

Level up!

Level 3 bonus: +1 Point per day.

Scott frowned at that last bit, and then glanced up at the time. It was still about an hour or so before midnight, and another check of his moves showed he was now down to 1 Random and 1 Point. Would they reset at midnight? The next day? Did they carry over if left unused? He'd have to wait and see, he supposed.

He tapped his button to check his status, too:

Scott Montgomery Wahlen

Lvl. 3

XP: 35

Next: 50

Titles: "Lucky Roller"

"Wham Bam Man"

"Lusty Youth"

He tilted his head. Did those titles actually do anything? What if he—

"If you're awake enough to check your phone," Erika said, making Scott start a little, "you're awake enough to go another round."

Scott turned to her. "But I—" he tried, but she was already crawling on top of him. She planted her muff onto his face, and then as she ground small circles against him, started to suck his flaccid dick into her mouth. He could feel wetness already starting to pool from her hooch to his mouth, and her lips made laps up and down his member. Then she sucked his left testicle into her mouth, and started running her tongue over the skin of his scrotum. Between that and jerking him and rubbing her sweet pussy over his face, he was back at full attention inside a minute.

Her lips came off of him with a pop. "Good," she said, shifting forward a little and looking back at him. "Now, I think you know what I want." She waved her ass at him for emphasis.

Scott smiled, and felt his dick twitch. He climbed out from underneath her, put one hand on her ass and the other on her hip, and lined up with her. Sliding inside was smooth and easy with all the lubrication she was producing. He pulled out a little, hesitated, and then slammed it home again.

"Oh yes," Erika said, smiling at him and slowly running her tongue across her teeth. "More of that. Much more."

Scott obliged.

***

"Uh, Scott? You have to wake up now."

Scott shifted, eyes opening, squinting at the light in the room.

"What time is it?" he asked groggily.

"Well, it's about 7 AM," Erika said. She was sitting up next to him. She had a blanket wrapped around her, and Scott couldn't quite read her expression. His eyes were still adjusting to the brightness.

"Ugh... why so early? We were up super late."

"Yes, um, sorry about that," she said, shifting slightly. "I may have... gone a bit overboard, and... well, I think we need to have a conversation pretty much right now."

Scott blinked, squinting at her, and slowly sat up. "Okay. What about?"

Erika drew a deep breath, and blew it out slowly. It made her tossed blonde hair ruffle a little. "Well, first I just wanna say... last night was amazing. Seriously, some of the best sex beginning to end I've ever had. But as I woke up this morning... reality sort of came crashing down on me."

Scott felt his stomach tense, wondering where this was going.

"So I figure the best plan is to be straightforward with you," she continued. "First, you should know... uh, I'm not on the pill, or anything, and we definitely weren't using protection." She quickly held up a hand when he opened his mouth. "Now, I'm not blaming you. This was definitely my idea, and you even tried to warn me when you were getting close. It was just... I don't know, it was like I was... possessed by something. It came over me so suddenly, and even though I hardly know you, I wanted your body so badly that I would have..."

She hesitated, cheeks reddening just a little, and cleared her throat. "Anyway, the chances of a... result are low. It's not my more dangerous time, and I do have some emergency day-after pills to take. Which I have. But still, the chances are not zero, so I thought I should let you know."

They stared a moment at each other before Scott nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

Erika nodded to him, and then gave him a tight smile. "And the second thing you should know is... um, my boyfriend just texted me, wanting to know if he can come by this morning. And I haven't replied yet, but I intend to say yes."

Erika stared at him Scott stared back. "Okay..." he said slowly.

Erika heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. "God, this is awkward. How to guys manage this conversation all the time and come off so cocksure and smooth? What I mean to say is, last night was great. But we hardly know each other, and I'm honestly happy with my current relationship, so maybe we can just keep it a one time thing?"

Scott tilted his head, and them pointed at her. "You're trying to say it was just a one night stand."

Erika nodded, lips pressed firmly into a line. "Yes, yes I am."

Scott felt the tension drain out of him. "Then why don't you just say that? It's okay. I understand."

She gave him a long look. "Well, I'm sorry, it's my first time being on the giving end instead of the receiving end." She tossed her head a little. "I had plenty of guys just in it for my body in high school, so after a hard lesson or two, I decided I'd only get intimate after the relationship got serious. I never thought I would just jump on a guy like a slut and take him for a one-night ride."

Scott shook his head. "No, not like a slut. More like... a sexy beast hunting her prey."

Erika opened her mouth a moment before anything came out, and colored just a little again. "A-anyway," she said, jerking to her feet, "I'm going to go get cleaned up. If you would do me a favor and get your stuff and leave as early as possible so that my neighbors don't see you, I'd be very grateful. And could you keep a lid on this, just a little? I know guys like to brag, but if I can delay rumors spreading about us at least a little bit, that would be nice."

"Uh... yeah, yeah, I can do that," Scott said, starting to stand, searching the floor. "I'll just..."

Erika stared at him a moment, her tongue between her lips, and then jerked away. "Good, good. Just... hold on a second, let me get in the shower."

Scott paused, looking down at himself. He was still naked. "Uh, right," he said, sinking back onto the couch. "Go ahead."

"Thank you."

With that, she turned and headed out of the room, the blanket still clutched around her body. Scott would have been lying if he'd said he wasn't disappointed he didn't get one last look.

He found his shorts first, and underneath them, his phone. He hesitated a moment, and then pulled up the Relationship Game. Sure enough, a tidy line of points added onto his screen. Some were the same, like Doing the Deed and Multi-climax. The new ones were, "Third time's the Charm +5XP" and "DTR, neutral ending. +6XP". In the end, he got another level up. This one didn't seem to come with any new perks, though.

He briefly checked his moves, and let out a small sigh. It looked like they didn't roll over after all. He did have 6 "Points" to use daily now, but Randoms (3) and Exchanges (2) were still the same.

Scott heard the sound of the shower starting, and then glanced that way. He had to hurry. But before he got out of Dodge, he quickly pulled up Erika's status. It read: "Erika Hatch: Neighbor, one time lover/unsure what to think of you, a little embarrassed."

He stared at that for a moment. Well, it looked like those Exchanges were just for the day, not even 24 hours. Then he frowned, double tapped her name, and when the prompt appeared, added a Point to their relationship. Within moments, he heard a door open, and the sound of running water got louder.

"Hey, Scott?" Erika called. He glanced up to see her leaning just into the living room from the hallway, her hair damp and just her head and the top of one shoulder visible.

"Uh, yes?" he replied.

"I mean... Look, maybe I'll see you around somewhere, okay?"

Scott looked at her a moment, and then glanced at her status in his phone. It read: "Neighbor, one time lover/likes you, but doesn't want to commit to anything". He smiled at her.

"Sure, Erika," he said, picking up his boxers. "I'd like that."