Here Is The Sexy Game That Brought My Boyfriend And I Closer Together While We Avoided The Freezing Weather Outside

It was the coldest winter we’d ever

been through. It was my first in New

York and I wasn’t used to the cold,

but my boyfriend had lived there

forever and even he had a special kind

of trepidation when checking the forecast that was usually reserved for

setting an appointment for a root canal.

The streets were empty, for once, no

one could bear to be on them. People

took taxis they couldn’t afford from

the subway stop to their apartments and abused seamless instead of

venturing out for groceries or a meal at

a restaurant. We made a game out of trying not to

be miserable: stuck in New York over

Christmas, missing family celebrations,

and bored of not being able to leave

the house. We took the money we

weren’t spending on traveling home, or on going out to eat during the Week

Of Extreme Cold and figured we’d

spend a little more on our heating bill

so that we could walk around

comfortably in various states of

undress. My boyfriend knew it drove me crazy to look at his back. Every

woman has a thing, and this was mine

— watching his broad shoulders

moving as he typed at his desk,

unaware that I was watching him

obviously stop, stretch, and scratch every quarter of an hour. For my part nothing felt more luxurious

than prancing around the apartment

and looking out the frosted windows in

a tiny cotton sleep dress. It was

effortlessly comfortable, but so small

that any movement at all drew my boyfriend’s eye because it was riding

up or down and exposing some sort of

flesh that was usually very well

covered up. It was a novelty, to be

holed up together and a stretch of days

with nothing to do except for linger and lounge. We’d been dating for awhile

at that point, so novelty was good,

healthy. The game made it even better. The game began with teasing, when I

told him I wanted to do something with

him we’d never tried before, but I

wanted him to guess what it was

before I did it. This drove him crazy! He

kept saying all these possibilities with varying states of enthusiasm and it

was a raw glimpse into which of them

he really, really was dying to try and

which ones seemed a little more

commonplace to him. There was this

kid-on-Christmas-morning quality to him as the guesses slipped out of his

mouth. Do you want to dress up like a sexy

maid? Do you want ME to dress up like a sexy

maid? (He laughed). Do you want to try a new sex toy? Do you want to film ourselves? Eventually it became more formal. We

each had 10 questions and if you

didn’t figure out exactly what the

other person was asking, they didn’t

do it when the game was over. Does it need to take place on a bed? Does it have to do with my mouth? Does it have to do with *your* mouth? He’d paw at me sometimes, before

we could get to the end, rubbing my

shoulders or caressing my neck. It

made it hard to think straight, to finish

the game, but he’d force it out of me.

At that point it didn’t matter if we started hooking up, he had know the

answer, too. He had to know what I

was wanting him to do to me. They say

the mind is the biggest sex organ in the

body, and if that’s true then it’s

source of energy is curiosity. One night the wind was so loud it filled

the apartment with a low-grade whine.

I was laying on the couch, reading a

book when I saw him out of the corner

of my eye standing over me, wearing

only boxers and a look of hunger. He launched into the middle of a match we

hadn’t started, Does it happen above

or below the belt? It depends on whose belt. I set the

book aside. He laid on top of me, his skin somehow

warm on top of mine. I could feel his

cock come to rest on my bare thigh, his

lips grazing my neck as he asked,

“Does it involve your mouth?” His lips were working now, kissing the

space above my collarbone the way I

liked. I answered, “No.” He slid his hand down my body and

cupped me between my legs before

slipping inside my panties. With one

finger teasing me, making me wonder

if he intended to inside me or just make

me want him to. “Does it involve my mouth?” And it wasn’t what had

come to mind when he started asking

questions but his fingers there and his

mouth on my neck were dulling my

brain in order to enliven my other

senses so I couldn’t stop myself from answering yes. Just like that he had removed my

panties and his head was between my

legs. This wasn’t our everyday sex

life, he didn’t usually go down on me.

But we’d been nearly naked all day

and our heads were fill will all kinds of new ideas about who wanted to do

what and where. He’d been working

or whatever and seen me on the couch

and known that I was available to him,

it was too cold to do anything else,

anyway. He turned his palm on me now, and stretched a finger inside,

pulling it up along the anterior wall as

he kissed me. I shifted my hips down

toward him, eager to give him better

access. He was kissing my thighs and fingering

me and then kissing my clit again, this

time punctuated by his voice, ending

the game. “I guess I don’t care

what it was you thought you wanted. I

can’t read your mind but I can read your body and this is what it needs.” With that, his mouth returned to my

clitoris and I laid back to enjoy the

welling up feeling of pleasure growing

in me. It was the warmest I’d felt in days.