Collide Gamer

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP….BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

The very unromantic noise of his alarm ripped them out of their haze. In a bout of petty anger, John stared at the device. Possession let him take control of the casing. He rolled the alarm off the nightstand and made it land on its deactivation button.

The loud noise gone, John was a little happier. He turned his gaze back to Rave and looked back. She had since regained control over her quivering curves. “Moment ruined,” she complained.

“Yep,” John agreed with a sigh and rolled off her.

“Oh wow,” Rave said when she looked at the mess they had made. John’s sheets had needed a change before, they definitely did now. “Ya really made me squirt. Ahegaos and this,” she poked his thin arm, “ya don’t look like the part, tiger, but ya do know how to make a girl scream.”

John first chuckled, then he turned beet red when he realized where they were. ‘Did mom… no, she probably… hopefully didn’t hear anything…’ he thought, against better judgement. “So, what are you actually doing here, Jane?”

“Just felt like coming over… your mom let me in,” Rave answered the next question on his lips. “Ya didn’t get her looks, gotta say. Anyway, where do ya keep your towels? I’ll need a shower.”

John pointed her at his closet. In doing so, he saw the pile of Rave’s clothes on his floor. “So you didn’t come in here naked,” he joked, to keep his mind off the question of how much his mom had heard of what had just transpired. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if you just walked around nude.”

“I ain’t no exhibitionist, John,” his very naked girlfriend said as she looked through his clothes. “Also, I thought it’d be messier around here.”

Much like John’s body, his room was in better order than before. Since masturbating was no longer a pressing need and he had other things to do, he had been making it a pastime to Possess pieces of trash and roll them into the trash bin. He had been vacuuming every corner the same way. The sheets, he was still lazy about. Otherwise, his room was cleaner than it had ever been.

John dressed himself with the fresh clothes he had placed in his inventory last night. Then he checked the two windows that had opened up during their morning engagement.

“Hey, you know German right?” John asked.

“Ja. What about it?” Rave half turned her chest to him, holding one of his shirts. Did she have any idea how sexy she looked, holding that boring black thing, with his cum dribbling from her cunt?

“What does,” He cleared his throat, “Pardon my butchering of words: ‘Morghen Sdund hart gold im Munt’, mean?”

“Literally it means ‘Early hours have gold in the mouth’. It’s an idiom along the lines of ‘The early bird catches the worm’,” Rave explained.

“Aaaah.” John now understood the pun. “Different question, why do you need one of my shirts?”

“Girlfriend tax,” she responded, only to actually grab one of his towels. Completely naked, she headed for the door. “Imma find your bathroom.”

It only dawned on John that his girlfriend was now walking around the house his mother was in not wearing a shred of clothes, when said girlfriend was several steps out already. He hastened after her, then pointed her at the correct door. He went in there with her, although he was out of the shower way before her and then went to brush his teeth. Rave was still taking her absurdly hot shower, when he headed downstairs.

Brenda was setting the breakfast table, placing an extra plate down for his girlfriend. “John Newman!” she sternly wagged his finger at him.

“Yes?” The Gamer wasn’t quite sure what had earned him her ire. Had he been too loud? Definitely, that was definitely it. The shame rushed into his face. “I-I’m sorry, mom, I just… went with it and…”

“Hm? Oh, the sex,” Brenda chuckled and waved off. “Just don’t do it when I’m trying to sleep. I’m rather proud of the way you made her sound. Guess you’re much like your father in being plain but capable.”

“Mom!” John nearly keeled over from embarrassment.

Brenda only seemed amused by his reactions. “Anyway, I told you to introduce your girlfriend to me!” she resumed her stern talking-to. “Instead, she came out here to us. Invite her over first, young man. Be a bit more proactive!” She eased the tone of the words with a broad smile. “You beat the stutter; I think you can do whatever else you put your mind to.”

Scratching the back of his head, John considered all the ways he already had become more proactive recently. If his mom advised he should stick to that lane, he was probably going to take it. “I know, mom.”

“Good. Don’t let this nice girl leave you behind. It’s difficult to find such dedicated partners.”

‘Not sure if ‘nice’ is the first word I would use for Jane, but otherwise absolutely,’ John thought.

“Where is she by the way? Still in the shower?” A wiggle of Brenda’s ear indicated she heard the water running. The Gamer just nodded to that. “Ah, to be young again…” his mom giggled. He chose not to contemplate what she meant by that.

Ten minutes later, Rave came down the stairs. Her hair was brown and wavy, equally good looking as it was mundane. Disguised and in her school uniform, she was still way out of John’s league. “I borrowed your hairdryer, Mrs Newman, hope that’s fine,” Rave said when she sat down at the breakfast table.

“No problem at all – and please call me Brenda,” she insisted. “Take whatever you like.” After a thankful nod, Rave scanned what the table had to offer. She went for cornflakes and milk. “So, how did you meet my son….?”

“Jane,” she introduced herself. “Kinda just looked at John one day during a break and he was kinda interesting. We got talking and he said all the right things.” Under the table, she rubbed his foot with hers. The rubbing turned into a fencing match. “Dunno, kinda just fell in love. Oh, then there was this asshole that bothered him. I kicked the dick in the dick.”

Brenda and John both froze mid-movement. That he had been getting bullied for years was something the Gamer had kept to himself for… he did not even know why. “That is… okay?” Brenda began to move again. “And then you two just got together?”

“Yeah,” John decided to join in. “Just kind of… happened.” His voice turned dreamy when he turned to Rave. “Don’t know why she likes me so much, but I do love her.”

“Aww.” His girlfriend fidgeted in her chair.

Brenda chuckled. “Ah well, when I was your age I had my share of ‘incidents’ too. You kids just be careful not to cause too much trouble. Now, Jane, tell me about yourself. The only thing I know is that you go to the same school as my son.”

John sat there as Rave told a normal-person version of her life history, which was pretty much the same as the Abyss version. Important difference was that her parents were ‘International Business People’ instead of representatives of some shady underground magic auction that sold everything from parrots over to bullets and slaves.

“I take it you live in a good house then?” Brenda asked.

“Ya could say that, it’s a corner building in the renewed district. It looks like the epitome of boredom though.”

Brenda tilted her head at Rave’s explanation. “There is a building like that?” she pondered.

“Yeah, but it’s not that great. Well, it’s good enough for me and dad is mostly out on trips.”

“John’s father is gone most of the time as well.” Brenda scratched the back of her head and let out a deep sigh. The kind that immediately alerted John that there was bad news. “Regarding that actually….” She turned to John. “Your father and I are talking about moving.”

John started choking on the orange juice he was drinking. He had prepared for something minorly unpleasant, not that. “Say whuat?” he croaked and felt Rave grab his hand. Their fingers intertwined, neither of them looking down.

“Yeah, see, his position in DC will probably turn permanent and the higher-ups have lined up a house deal for us. It’d make for an excellent investment for retirement.” His mom poured herself a cup of coffee. “I don’t want to be away from your father for much longer, it's been… difficult… but we were wondering if you were old enough to stay on your own here anyway. Given the current situation….”

“Damn right I want to stay!” John raised his voice. “Sorry…” he mumbled when he realized the tone he was taking.

Brenda only smiled. “It’s okay, sweetie, I get it. In terms of you staying, we worked out a few demands though. I’ll leave for DC next week, on August 21st, and be gone for the entire next month. When I come back, I want to see the house clean and your grades in top shape. We’ll send you money to live and you will have to be responsible with it. If you don’t meet that, you’re coming back with me to DC at that time.”

John nodded without hesitation. A few weeks ago, this may have been difficult, between his lack of household experience and his addiction to video games. Ironically, now the grades could be the biggest problem. Depends on how much time he wanted to keep spending in school. If it was just about tests, he was confident though. “I can do that,” he assured her.

“I’m sure you can sweetie,” Brenda pinched his cheek. “I’ll be packing my bags soon… oh, it will be stressful to leave you on your own…” She shook her head. “Enough of this, though, you need to get going.”

John checked the clock, running late was indeed a threat.