A Very Unusual Shame (Closed)

[BushyBeaver]

**All characters in this thread are of the legal age.**

“I don’t wanna be the dungeon master again,” cried Andy.

“Tough luck,” barked Jacob.

“But I’m always DM. Why don’t you do it tonight?”

The young man in the football jersey simply shot his fat friend a scowl. And just like that their conversation was over. Andy looked plaintively toward the other two guys who moments earlier had been following the discussion like hawks. Now they were pretending as if they hadn't heard a thing. Cowards.

“Fine,” he shouted. “But tomorrow night it’s somebody else’s turn!”

Papers were shuffled. A die clattered across the table. But other than that the small bunch didn’t make a sound. Things were feeling awkward.

Suddenly, unable to restrain herself any longer, Mrs. Starr did something she’d promised never to do... “I could be the DM,” she half-joked. “How hard could it possibly be?”

“Mom!” exploded Jacob. “You don’t even know what the hell that means… And you said you were gonna be quiet!” His volume continued to climb higher with every angry word. “Gaaahd!” he complained. “Just… don’t… say... anything! OK? ”

“OK,” the woman answered, her voice somewhere between flippant and contrite.

The other three nerds sat quietly. If it had been up to them then Mrs. Starr could have DM’d all day and all night. It was difficult to miss the way her body showed off its curves underneath the typically unremarkable attire she chose to wear. John had sworn to the other two that the woman wore a C cup beneath those frumpy sweaters. Carl had guessed a large B. None of them however uttered a word of it to Jacob since the last time any of them had mentioned her, they’d ended up with a punch in the arm.

That’s how it was. Just because he’d been on the football team for one season, Jacob took it as his mandate to call the shots in their unpopular little clique. It wasn’t to say that he was stronger than the other three. Andy for one knew that he was plenty strong underneath all that extra padding. The problem however seemed to be that through some unknown vagary of the cosmos, none of the guys could muster enough backbone to stand up to Jacob Starr. Maybe not even all three of them combined.

“My warrior is gonna kick some ass,” exclaimed the ex-footballer suddenly. “Let’s get this show on the road fellas.” A soundless groan rose up from the other three. Besides the fact that he never wanted to play the dungeon master, their taskmaster further disobeyed important rules by acting out-of-character. Naturally none of the frightened nerds was willing to tell him that the ‘role’ in role play was more than mere suggestion. It wasn’t uncommon for the egomaniac to spend their whole session in fact yelling things like: “My dude’s gonna kill that goblin… What do you mean he missed? Roll the dice again… No. That loot’s mine. I did all the work...” And so on… One would have expected Mrs. Starr to do something about it, but she seemed utterly oblivious to the fact that her son was so toxic.

Even when trying to lead by example (i.e. “Felonious wishes to dispense with his enemies by casting a searing fireball directly into their midst.”), the nerds were largely ignored. It was hopeless. All of it, hopeless. They’d started playing earlier that summer and instead of becoming a better player, Jacob had actually gotten worse. The three of them were relieved when football season came around… But then their hopes were dashed just as quickly when the fourth-string whatever-he-was decided he didn’t want to try out for the team.

Carl spent an entire weekend secretly crying.

And if that hadn’t been bad enough, it was then that Mrs. Starr came up with her bright idea of turning their sessions into a philanthropic, after-school club which would help… wait for it... veterans returning from war. It would help them by letting them roll the dice with her son and their friends.

No. Seriously. That was actually the idea she came up with. Most of them figured it was because her son’s college applications would look like total dog shit without some sort of extracurricular activity. C minus averages every quarter were not hard to come by. Carl had nearly died laughing the first time he heard Jacob say its name: The Riverdale High School Dungeons and Dragons Table-Top Gaming Guild for Returning Veterans and Other Service Members.

Carl had then of course been promptly punched in the arm.

But honestly... It was like, a totally legit thing. Mrs. Starr had come up with the brilliant plan to embrace war-weary heroes by including them in after-school sessions of high-fantasy role playing in which her terrorist son bitched and moaned about loot which didn’t even exist..

Who was she kidding? No service member was going to join their stupid club… Or at least that's what Andy thought.

So he would therefore find himself rather astonished when about twenty-three punishing minutes into the session, a time-span during which not one of the three could tear their eyes away from the clock, a knock came suddenly at the classroom door.

Mrs. Starr, startled from deep within her poorly concealed EL James novel, awkwardly stood up from behind the teacher’s desk, and when Jacob didn't immediately yell at her, proceeded to head toward the door.

Unable to help himself, Andy dropped a pencil on the ground and used it as an excuse to watch the woman’s shapely bottom alternating the weight of her upper body from one haunch to the other. He suddenly felt the blood flowing more rambunctiously to his lower body. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.

“Who the hell can that be?” shouted Jacob.

As the door opened all of the young men turned to look.

 

[Sean Renaud]

He didn't look anything like the guys you see on television. At twenty three years old he looked more like someone who belonged in a boy band than someone out of an action flick. "Hello," He thrust his hand out and gently took hers. "It's not often that you see a women involved in dungeons and dragons."

It was a little difficult to keep from being too obvious as he took in her form then went past her.

"Hey guys, I'm Corporal Micheal Castro, just call me Mike. You have no idea the shit I went through in recruit training for sharing a name with one of the biggest bastards in history. I've heard all your little jokes and none or them are funny. I want you guys to know this really means a lot to me, you'd be shocked how hard it is to find guys to play with while your in. Treasure these times while you have them, you'll miss it when it's done."

One by one he went around the table shaking hands with each of the young men before finally coming to Jacob. The other boys had only barely met his gaze but Jacob, Jacob thought he was some kind big dog almost staring down Micheal who was slightly shorter than Jacob, especially with the football player puffed up to his full height and Mike doing his best mimic what he thought civilians looked like. "Nice to meet you." Jacob almost growled.

"Quite a grip." Mike countered not quite crushing the younger man's hand but more than enough that he was the one who pulled away and though he tried to be subtle about he he shook the pain out of his hand.

The other three trie dot hide their smiles but they weren't doing a particularly good job until Jacob shot them an angry glance. That wiped the smirks right off their faces.

Mike pulled a seat up to the table. "So who's DMing this week, I saw on the web invite you guys don't really have a dedicated DM so I brought up a couple characters, one for just about any occasion." He smiled and looked around the table. "What?"

 

[BushyBeaver]

Marissa didn’t even have time to explain that she was Jacob’s mother. The colonel had already shaken her dainty hand and breezed right past. He was obviously older than the boys. Not that he looked haggard or as though whatever conflict he’d come from had aged him beyond his years, rather it was all about how he carried himself… Not at all ashamed to walk into a room full of strangers, stand up straight, introduce himself, and admit he was there to play a board game.

It cut a very sharp contrast to her son. Recently the mother had accidentally picked up the house landline, assuming of course that it would have been free. Because who used a landline anymore? Regardless of that she was surprised to hear Jacob talking to another young man, making up a complete lie about what he was doing after school.

Was Dungeons and Dragons that unpopular?

It made her feel sad. Sad and… something else. A ‘something else’ that was at its strongest just as her son withdrew his hand from the newcomer’s grip and tried to downplay the pain. Colonel Castro must have had some shake even if he’d been gentle with her. Why was her son always trying so hard to be something he wasn’t? Certainly he hadn’t learned that from her… Right? Marissa shrugged her shoulders and instead of worrying decided to focus on something more positive. Namely Michael’s unflappable confidence. She wanted to feel that exact same sense of… swag? Isn’t that what the kids were calling it?

Walking back to her seat, she hid her copy of Fifty Shades once more behind the month-old copy of Cosmo. Next she brushed the shoulder-length tresses of brunette hair behind her nearest ear while pretending like the magazine had just said something super-provocative. Unable to help herself, she then looked up just in time to find Andy staring right at her. The chunky boy immediately blushed and returned his attention to whatever it was he’d been doing behind the cardboard screen.

Was he looking at her chest? Letting an unpolished finger run up and down one of the cashmere sleeves, the woman suddenly realized just how uncomfortable the material felt. It was a cool summer, but she’d be damned if it wasn’t summer. Fortunately there was a very simple fix for that.

Then, forgetting all about her magazine-novel ruse, Marissa set her senses back toward the fresh-faced and wise-beyond-his-years colonel, whose voice came in a few octaves deeper than any of the other nerds' (including her son's).

“No!” Jacob suddenly raised his voice. “There can be only one warrior in the party. And that warrior is me!”

 

[Sean Renaud]

Micheal rolled his eyes at Jacob and his sudden shrillness. "You know he's got a point, things do work a lot better with one warrior, the rest of us should go with other things. That's why I brought more than one character." Micheal said in a calming tone. It was a little worrying how these boys all seemed to be cowed by Jacob. He wasn't even the biggest one of the group, maybe in the best shape but certainly not enough that he should be getting away with talking to them like that.

The thing that he was finding particularly of interest though was the woman. She was way to attractive to be hanging out with these. . .oh. A half smirk crossed his lips as he managed to put two and two together and realize that the reason why Marrissa and Jacob were both Starrs wasn't because they were the unbelievable brother and sister combination playing DnD or the even odder married couple in High School. Actually in hindsight it was hilarious that he'd made such a basic fucking error.

Well that made things a little more interest.

"Why isn't Marrissa playing?" Mike asked deciding to continue playing stupid for the sake of things. An ideal party has five people. Fighter-"

"Warrior." Jacob snapped cutting him off.

"Warrior." Mike corrected himself making certain the sarcasm dripping from his tongue was tangible. "Wizard, Cleric, Rogue and the Bard." He rattled off a bunch of stats both about the mechanics of the game that were mostly half truths but you'd need to be a very advanced player to know why and the other half on on story telling and the reason why so many teams have five members.

Jacob tried to cut him off several times. Every time Mike politely let him say a little something then steered them back on course easily dominating the conversation and when it ended Jacob was trying his best not to look like he was pissed but it was obvious when he went silent.

"So are you playing Marrissa?"

The only person who didn't seem enthused about her playing was her son.

 

[BushyBeaver]

Carl was completely beside himself. Things had been fine when there were just four of them. Five really including Jacob’s mother. This new guy was making it uncomfortable. Tipping the delicate balance. Given that Carl was a pale beanpole with glasses and a raging case of chin-acne, he had no disillusionment about the fact that their group was not a popular one. And he was comfortable with that fact. Social construct had painted a very clear picture of ‘us’ and ‘them’ in the boy's mind, giving him the sort of continuity which allowed for planning and contingencies. Corporal Mike certainly did not belong in the awkward camp of ‘us’.

When the stocky man (with actual stubble on his chin as opposed to acne) sat at the table of nerds and started talking about ‘bards’ and ‘wizards’, the societal lines were blurred so badly that the math prodigy couldn’t possibly have graphed them, even with his new Nspire CX calculator and ten alternating x-terms. Suddenly, instead of being someplace safe (like calculus class), Carl felt like they were all standing in the middle of the gym room showers. He felt like they were all naked and that this new guy had simply sauntered in as if he wasn’t ashamed of a thing before lathering up his powerful army body. Carl was embarrassed.

That’s when Mrs. Starr’s voice caught his attention.

“Who? Me?” tittered Jacob’s mom.

“Yeah. Why not?” Michael leaned back in his seat, casually showing off a well-formed set of pecs and a toned bicep which rested on the back of the chair as it extended toward her. There were actual veins popping out from underneath his skin. Veins!

“Gee, I don’t know…” the woman blushed. “I don’t think Jacob would be too happy if I play-”

“Damn right I wouldn’t!” her son exploded. “You promised that you’d chaperone only because you had to! You promised that you don’t even like this stupid game!” The boys had seen him angry before, but never like this. His rage was actually the only thing which made Carl happy about the otherwise chaotic upheaval.

“I don’t know,” Andy suddenly chimed in. “I mean, it’s not like we couldn’t teach her…”

Jacob immediately turned his attention away from Mrs. Starr and toward the nervous-looking boy at his left. “Shut. The fuck. Up. You fat idiot!” And then before his overweight victim could even respond, the solo warrior wound up a fist and punched the defiant role player directly in his arm.

“Hey!” cried Andy. “What the hell is your problem?”

“Jacob!” his mother scolded. It was the first time that any of them had ever heard the woman reprimand her son. Naturally, like a spoilt brat, Jacob merely proceeded to fold his arms across his chest and sulk. “Look colonel,” she continued.

“Corporal,” he smiled pleasantly. “Think blue collar manager... Not upper management.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Marissa blushed, mortified that she might have offended the soldier.

“Nah. Don’t worry about it,” he said playfully. “No harm, no foul.”

After the red was mostly drained from her face, and her son’s arms had tightened even more angrily across his pounding chest, Mrs. Starr attempted to finish her sentence. “I really appreciate the offer, but it’s probably best if I don’t…”

Andy, still rubbing his sore arm, muttered something underneath his breath. Carl wasn't certain he’d heard it clearly even though he could easily have guessed.

God dammit!

The boy with glasses couldn’t blame his pudgy friend for being upset. If they were all gonna stand in that awkward nerd shower with a stranger who didn’t belong, then they might as well have pulled Mrs. Starr in along with him. Unfortunately it seemed like she was still waiting at the edge of the wet tiles, her reluctant woolly towel wound tightly about that sexy MILF frame.

At the very least it seemed like Michael wanted some of the same things that they did… For starters, he'd asked Jacob’s mother to join them at the table. None of them would have ever risked doing that unless they'd had a clear death wish. Taking a deep breath, Carl stole a guilty look at the scowl embedded in the bully's face. Maybe Corporal Castro wouldn’t be such a bad guy after all.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Mike shook his head, this wasn't quite the harmonious role playing group that he'd expected to step into. There were obvious problems if he was noticing them as soon as he sat down at the table.

The immediate things he noticed was that Jacob was in charge, not because he was a great and charismatic leader. He was just in charge because everybody, everybody including his mother seemed to be scared of him.

Of course he wasn't sure how long that he'd be attending this group and. . .his experience overseas had taught him that taking out a bully without a well defined exit strategy was at best misguided and besides he was much better equipped for physical than social confrontations. He hadn't been a whole lot more popular than these guys when he'd been in high school but in hindsight he'd had a lot more pride than they seemed to have.

"Of course Jacob, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was that big a deal to you." Mike finally said deciding that a strategic retreat was probably the best. "I'll just play the thief and we'll make it work."

That seemed to be enough. Jacob was treating it like it was some kind of victory but Mike just let him gloat. There was no reason to stop him just yet. Instead Mike followed along with their fun, if a bit cliche, tale of orcs invading the homeland.

When the reached the end of the encounter Jacob, or more accurately Thorin Oaksheild, challenged the orc leader to combat. It wasn't the best plan to begin with but the dice were a bit cruel to Jacob.

"I could-" Andy started to say but Mike very subtly shook his head.

A moment later Thorin Oakshield was dead, his head was about to be separate from his body when Jacob jumped to his feet. "Fuck that, re roll, It touched. . .your other dice that was gonna miss!"

Andy shrank.

"Calm down Jacob, it's just a game. No need to get upset about it." He was biting his tongue to keep from laughing though. "You know if Marrissa had been playing a bard though she could have sang the Battle Hymn of your homeland and given you plus two to all stats."

It was almost possible to see the math equations hovering over Carl's head as he tried to solve the new probability of victory. "Plus one is roughly five percent if it helps. It would have with Marrissa at his side Thorin would have hit 10% more done 10% more damage, dodged 10% more damage and negated 10% more. . .and there's other stuff cus he would have gone first and. . .well you know the rules I don't want to bore you with the details."

"That seems accurate." Carl mumbled staring at the dice.

Jacob was starting to redden. "I think we can avoid a TPK."

"A TPK?" Marrisa asked.

"Total Party Kill. As long as someone survives the encounter we can find new companions but if we all die we have to start over."

It was all pretty basic stuff, if you were familar with the mechanics. The short version is that Mike, Corvin Light, cast invisibility on Carl's thief who proceeded to stab the orc in the back and slip away.

"I'm not saying we should have done that from the start. . ." Mike deliberately let the sentence hang in the air. He saw Jacob clenching and wondered if he had the testicular fortitude to hit him. He kinda hoped he did. Even if it was in front of his mother he was looking forward to locking the kid in a submission hold until he squealed.

 

[BushyBeaver]

Watching the way that Mike handled her son was certainly an eye-opener. Nobody it seemed had been willing to put Jacob in his place for quite some time, so when it finally happened that a handsome young corporal - corporal she reminded herself - came waltzing into her son’s DnD club and tamed her unruly child, far from feeling indignation or dismay at the act, Marissa positively tingled. Watching Michael and Jacob together was like watching a cowboy gently tackling a baby calf before binding its wild legs together with rope.

And perhaps not surprisingly, somehow the woman realized that as this man continued to tame her little Jacob, he was also taming her. In particular, after more than an hour of listening to the corporal’s deep voice and naturally authoritative tone, the space between her aching thighs felt like it needed to submit as well. Not just because he was so damned good-looking or because of his exceptional physique… Marissa saw those types of men all the time without so much as a skip in her heartbeat. What Michael had over all those other stocky studs was the unabashed conviction to be who he really was… And who he really was was a man that could role play rings around her boy.

“Well there’s no point in starting over now,” smoldered Jacob. Apparently having his character decapitated had not put him in a very good mood. “Let’s just call it here.”

“But we’ve still got twenty minutes,” Carl piped up. “My mom won’t be here for at least that long.”

“Well that’s not my problem,” he fired back. Already his papers and dice had been put away and his backpack zipped shut.

“I don’t mind staying…” Michael suddenly offered. “That is if somebody wants to DM…”

“I can stay,” agreed Andy. “I’ve got my own car anyway.”

As his allies turned one-by-one against him, Jacob looked anxiously to John, clearly expecting the ginger among them to tow the line.

“Sorry dude,” he laughed nervously. “This campaign’s pretty cool… And besides that, you’re the one who told us that the club had to run for two hours each night. I’m gonna stay.”

“But I’m the president of this stupid club!” he flaunted. The table said nothing. There was little more than some uncomfortable neck scratching and a polite smile from the new guy. “Pussies!” he screamed. “You’re all a bunch of fat, stupid pussies!” Jacob’s voice cracked near the end of the sentence and he stood up to slam his chair into the table. Its jolt caused Andy’s cardboard partition to fall down and reveal more dice altogether than both his stubby hands could hold. Yet in spite of this tantrum none of the nerds made a sound. “Let’s go,” he demanded as he walked past Marissa.

“Honey…” she replied. “I can’t. I need to chaperone the club until it’s finished.” When she saw her son’s eyes about to bug out of his head however she reconsidered for a moment. All it took was a shot from Mike’s deep blue eyes in any case before she put her foot down once more and denied the bully. “Jacob! I can’t. It’s school rules.”

“Whatever!” he spat. “I’ll be waiting in the car.” With that he swung the heavy door wide before slamming it so loudly that everyone in the classroom jumped. Everyone that was save Michael.

“Wow.” Andy was the first to speak. “That really hurt my ears…”

“Ha,” chuckled the corporal in his friendly way. “Have you ever been standing next to an M198 as it’s gone off?”

“No,” replied the boy. But there was a slight smile starting to creep across his mouth.

“Alright,” Carl eagerly interrupted. “So does that mean Mrs. S is joining us?”

Blushing as she watched Michael pulling out the chair next to him and warmly patting the seat, Marissa stood up from behind the desk and started to approach them. “Well…” she pretended to think deeply. “I suppose if Jacob’s not here then he can’t get upset. Right?” The way that the remaining three nerds watched her move was as if they’d never seen a woman before. “And besides that,” she added. “We only have twenty minutes left anyway.”

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Yes we only have twenty minutes left." Mike repeated. He watched Jacob storm off with a bit of satisfaction that he knew he hadn't earned. Jacob would be back and he did still want to play DnD. "I know it's a bit last minute but how bout I take over?"

"It's great to have you joining Marrissa isn't it guys?" The others were pretty enthusiastic about having the busty woman join up with their group and when Mike skipped the boring dice rolling part by just handing her one of his sheets, Sheol: Bard Alchemist, it made things even better. "She's not perfect. I made her when I was still a teen so she's double D for Ditzy but she's got decent spells."

There was surprisingly little grumbling amongst the other three. It was almost like they didn't want to DM. An absolute absurd idea for him. Mike finished up the story quickly with one final fight. It was purposely designed to draw in Marrissa and the other guys must have known it since they could easily have taken the spot light a number of times but seemed a lot more interested in putting her under a spot light than take it from her. They were actually quite receptive to her.

When the game finally drew to an end they were hot on the trail of the Lich, Sombra, and planning out their next move. Somehow Mike was already being roped into being the DM next week.

"Well I'll play but only if Marrissa agrees. She's very important to the story now. It's her father that the Lich used to make his phylactory."

 

[BushyBeaver]

Part II

Even though Marissa had been very self-conscious earlier that evening, now at least she could relax. The woman never thought she’d find herself browsing a Dungeons and Dragons Wikipedia page while laying half-naked in bed and drinking a glass of rosé. But then again she’d never expected to meet someone as fascinating as Michael Castro either.

With eyes starting to glaze over she used one hand to scroll through the iPad application which explained terms like ‘phylactery’ and ‘lich’, while the other hand, seeming to have an agenda of its own, was desperately scrolling through the stages of arousal as it gnawed at her humid center.

The unpolished fingers worked deliberately at the long slit, causing her to lean backward for a moment and gush a soft moan up into the air above her barely perspiring body. She just couldn’t stop thinking about Michael’s earlier comment: ‘She’s doube-D for ditzy’. The masturbating woman arched her back further as a digit stretched the fleshy love bud mercilessly to the right. ‘But she’s got decent spells,’ Marissa repeated the rest of his sentence. The woman obviously knew that spells were something a wizard would use… But a bard? That was still a little bit unclear. There was so much more to learn about the game than she’d ever anticipated, and it probably didn’t help that she was finger-fucking her hungry quim all in the same breath. Suddenly her equally unpolished toes curled up tightly as she imagined Michael watching her… In the fantasy she yearned for him to see her rub her throbbing clitoris in one long, continuously counterclockwise arc.

He’d definitely been flirting with her. Hadn’t he? Did he want to sleep with her? She couldn’t tell for certain, but if he was there at that moment, laying next to her in bed, unashamed about his nerdiness, then the needy mother had no doubt she’d jump his bones in a heartbeat. For the first time in months she didn’t care that Jacob’s father was away on business. She was a universe of sexual desire expanding from an uncorked bottle.

But then the diddling stopped suddenly as she retracted her feet toward her bare bottom. By the time her soles were resting on the back portion of her opened pink bathrobe she'd paused to think about the predicament.

All the way home from his after school club, Jacob had sulked and said nothing. She hadn’t bothered to tell him about the fact that Michael claimed he’d only keep playing the new storyline if she was a part of it, nor that his three friends - “friends,” she laughed - were incredibly supportive of her participation. Marissa knew how he’d react. And whereas previously she would have just acquiesced, now she wanted to be a part of the club.

Unbidden, her delicate hand softly smacked the aching set of exposed pussy lips before her northern pair let out a sigh of frustration. Looking over at the walk-in closet, she’d already picked out a slightly less ‘motherly’ outfit for the next session. A snug button-up blouse with a cute white collar, followed by a patterned red and orange skirt.

She’d been the one to suggest the club in the first place, but it was only because Jacob needed something on his resume if he was going to go anywhere besides community college. And that was already taking into account that her husband would need to pay full tuition… Oddly though, after just one week, now she actually cared about the club. Or at the very least she cared about Michael.

But how would she participate with Jacob in the classroom? It would have been awkward for both of them. Him telling her how annoying she was while she would undoubtedly feel too ashamed to ask any questions, let alone try to act out Sheol’s character. Suddenly Michael's voice was between her ears once more. Echoing:

“Double-D-D-D-D-D…”

Marissa’s fingers clawed desperately into her dripping cunt. Fuck it. She’d just deal with whatever drama happened the next day. Right now she simply needed to cum. As her pale hips started bucking once more into the greedy hand, the remaining fingers tugged wildly at her left nipple. It was as if they were trying to peel the stiffness away. In her head all the she could see was Michael’s smiling face. And just as she was about to arrive, his handsome grin transformed itself into a smirk…

’Why?’ she wondered. But the question didn’t last for very long. The semi-cruel image sent her flying past the edge, climaxing as quietly and as powerfully as she could so as not to wake the angry warrior.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Micheal Castro went home from the game with entirely different plans than he'd headed in with. This was supposed to be just a simple game of Dungeons and Dragons. Unwind. Relax. Instead things had taken a rapid turn.

He hadn't expected a stone cold fox like Marrissa to be involved in the game. He hadn't expected Jacob to be a such a dick. He hadn't expected his friends to be such let downs. He hadn't expected to find himself DMing. It would still be worth while.

Still Marissa was fucking hot as all hell and while Mike had heard the term MILF before he'd never actually met one. She was something special. Something that wouldn't leave his mind as Micheal stripped down for the shower absently running his hand down over his washboard abs before stepping into under the hot water.

As the steaming hot water cascaded down over his form Mike let his thoughts wander to Marrissa. It was immediately obvious that she was something special. Something that got the blood flowing to his lower regions. As he soaped up his wash rag he imagined what it would be like to run his tongue over her form, listening to her squeal in delight.

"This should be a lot of fun."

 

[BushyBeaver]

Part III

By the time that Marissa arrived to The Riverdale High School Dungeons and Dragons Table-Top Gaming Guild for Returning Veterans and Other Service Members, other than laughing at the unwieldy title she’d needed to submit on the application form, she was astonished to find that most of the members were already present!

“I’m sorry I’m late…” she started. But a look at the clock on the wall revealed that she was actually five minutes early. Her heart felt a giddy surge when she saw that Corporal Castro had returned.

“Did you bring us a snack?” laughed the man.

“What?” Marissa looked puzzled. Then suddenly remembering the white paper bag in her hand, “Oh. Ha ha. No. This is for Jacob… But where is he?” The woman realized that her son was the only member missing from their club. A smile seemed to spread across the group’s collective face. Michael added a hint of a smirk.

“Go ahead Andy,” Corporal Castro prompted the nervous boy. “Tell her.” It was clear they’d been discussing her son before she arrived.

Suddenly, with a shock, Mrs. Starr spotted a massive shiner surrounding the role player’s typically squinty eye. “Well,” he hesitated. “We kind of had a little disagreement…”

Already Marissa’s pulse was quickening. “Oh My God!” she cried. “Jacob hit you!?”

“Yeah,” the boy continued bashfully. She could tell it wasn’t easy for the fat nerd to admit that he’d become a punching bag for her out-of-control son, but the other three appeared to be absolutely ecstatic.

“Andrew!” she wailed. “I am so. Sorry…!” She thought about giving the bruised boy a hug but was suddenly reminded of her choice in attire as a breeze of the recirculated classroom air rippled across her half exposed cleavage. Maybe that’s why the three of them seemed to be in such good spirits despite Andy’s pummeling. If she tried to hug him in this new look wouldn’t it be too much? Instead the bully’s mother chose to stand there awkwardly, bending at her knees and making a pouty face. “Ooooh! I am really, really sorry.”

“That’s OK,” Carl’s voice cracked. “You should see what Andy did to him!”

“Did to him?” her expression immediately changed.

“Yeah,” continued Andy.

And now the smirk on Michael’s face was undeniable. It was the same smirk which had caused the woman to give her ceiling a full-frontal show and rub her hungry slit to orgasm.

“He punched Andy first,” Carl elaborated excitedly. “And I think your son thought the big guy here was just gonna go down without a fight.” Andy frowned suddenly but Marissa couldn’t tell if it was because Carl had stolen the narrative or because he’d called the role player ‘big.’ “Anyway,” the pale nerd continued excitedly. “Andy hardly even moved! He clocked Jacob in the stomach and then punched him in the face!”

A spasm suddenly beset Marissa’s loins. Her knees tugged inward and she used the hand not holding the bag of chicken McNuggets to balance herself against the front desk. Michael was immediately at her side, his strong grip on the small of her back. “Are you OK, Marissa?”

“Yeah,” she blushed. “It’s almost like I could feel that punch too.” The accompanying laugh came without any humor in her voice.

“I’m sorry Mrs. S…” apologized Andy.

“No,” she responded. “I understand you were just defending yourself.” Her breathing had become raspy and her vision started to blur near the edges. Michael’s hand was making small reassuring circles against her blouse and she was trying not to melt completely into the sensation.

“You know,” he suddenly said. “Everything will be OK. They’re just a few bruises. Bruises heal…” It was the fingertips now. Fingertips grazing up and down her tingly spine. “He’s gotta learn at some point that he can’t always get his way. And he definitely needs to understand that he can’t just go punching people in the face.” Marissa couldn’t tell if he was two feet away or whispering the words directly into her ear, but that powerful confident voice had the woman’s pussy in free-flowing knots. When her vision finally returned the three nerds were all eagerly watching. Agog and agape.

“I’m sorry I’ve caused so much trouble,” she began. “If I’d just refrained from playing as Sheol yester-”

“No Mrs. S!” interrupted Andy. “It’s not your fault at all! Jacob told us that we couldn’t play DnD with Mike here anymore. When I told him I’d play with whomever I wanted, that’s when I got hit in the face…”

“And he got hit back. Twice,” Carl admiringly reminded them all. His words sent another pang through Marissa’s thighs.

Conflicted, the woman seemed to struggle for a moment with her dual roles. The ever present mother knew that she should comfort her bruised son while the emerging ‘Sheol’ wanted nothing more than to sit down next to Michael and listen to him talk about potions and swords. “I should take him home,” she finally replied.

“Can’t Mrs. S.” Of the three nerds John was probably the least nerdy. The only thing he really seemed to have going against him was the shock of curly red hair and freckles for days. “He’s in detention.”

“He is?”

“Yup. He’ll be there ‘til all of the after school programs are finished,” the ginger tried not to smile too much.

“But why isn’t Andy there?”

“School monitor saw the whole thing. Jacob was the one who provoked it.”

As Michael’s hand started to coax her lower back once more it was all that Marissa could do to keep from moaning. “I know it’s not an ideal situation,” consoled the corporal. “But I’m sure we can make the most of it… Why don’t you have a seat next to me and you can hear all about the lich.”

“Yeah!” encouraged the table in unison.

Marissa gave a guilty nod and approached the table. During that time Michael’s hand never left the small of her back. As she sat down among the assortment of nerds they all seemed to be busily readjusting themselves in their chairs.

“Hey Mrs. S…”

“Yes John?” she looked at the ginger boy.

“If Jacob’s not gonna eat those… I’ll have ‘em.” He was pointing to the bag of chicken McNuggets which the woman had completely forgotten.

“Sure,” she said. Then the freshly manicured hand slowly slid her son’s present across the table full of papers and dice before giving it to the freckled nerd.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Mike didn't know what reaction he'd been expecting from Marissa after she'd been told her son got punched. It certainly wasn't her going all weak in the knees and . . .shuddering. Was she shuddering at the thought of her son being hit?

"So lets get Marissa," He let the word hang on his lips for a long moment before dripping off. "-caught up on this lich business." The entire time he was talking he never moved his hand from the small of her back slowly rubbing his fingers around the base of her spine. He made a point not to look at her too much though, only occasionally stealing a glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

That didn't seem to stop Carl, Andy and John from staring at her. Whether she meant to or not she was putting on quite the show with her new outfit and new attitude. Mike certainly didn't mind helping her put on the performance, occasionally altering the pressure just a little to get her to perk up.

"-and that's why with us down our warrior Sheol is our best chance of getting out of this intact. So you got all that Marrissa?"

"Yes Mike." She almost gasped his name. It was obvious that even though she said she understood it all that she was clearly a little fuzzy on the details. It didn't matter though.

"We're as ready as we're going to be." Carl said placing his figuring at the head of the party, an honor that had formerly been reserved for Jacob and Jacob alone. The Warrior was the head of the party, and the leader and nobody ever walked in front of him. The other two gave a nod, he'd definitely earned that honor.

Finally Mike took his hand off Marrissa placing the figurines on the table to set up for the battle.

"None of you are leaving this place alive." Mike said in for the Lich King Sombra.

"Do it now Sheol!" Carl shouted a little louder than was necessary for people sitting around a table but nobody said anything to him. He was obviously riding high on his accomplishment.

"The thing?" Marissa replied hesitantly.

"Yes, the thing." Andy said. "We won't be able to keep Sombra busy for very long so you need to do this quickly."

"Okay. Sheol runs over to her Sombra's throne where her father is chained. . ."

"Please Sheol, set me free." Mike continued now speaking for Sheol's father, Mikael. "Sombra has sealed his phylactery inside me. It has kept me alive all these years and now I want to go into Leto's Embrace and be with your mother. Please end my pain."

"I will." Marrissa answered. "Sheol pulls out the magic wand and chants the magic words."

"You gotta say it." Andy whispered.

"No, it's silly." Marrissa whispered back looking over at Mike. "Do I have to?" Mike managed to fight down his smirk when he nodded.

"Okay fine. Sheol says the magic words Klatu, Veratu, Nickel, nectar. . .crap."

"Close enough." Mike said placing one hand on her shoulder. Mike then went on to finish up the rest of the encounter as Sombra was ultimately defeated and his soul destroyed by Sheol's father who then ascended into the Embrace surrounded by all the people who had died fighting the lich over the decades.

"But she didn't say the words properly." Andy whispered.

"I know I'm getting to that." Mike growled back with an altogether too sweet smile. "After the last soul dissipates into the golden glow Sheol collapses to the floor sweating profusely."

"I was afraid of this." Carl said moving his character alongside Marissa's. "Because she said the words wrong she has absorbed the Lich's soul, he will gradually claim control of her body."

Marissa pouted slightly, but that wasn't the only reaction. Mike had never seen anybody with quite that reaction to their character becoming cursed. He wasn't even entirely certain what that expression was but he knew he found it very interesting.

"Don't worry Marissa." Andy said. "It's never as easy that. The good news is it looks like we might actually have freed your father. . .but with the wizard gone the rest of us were to busy to check for illusions."

John perked up slightly. "Guess we know what we're doing next week."

"Actually we've got another issue to deal with." Mike said.

"Right."

"Oh."

The other three young men had brief conversation with Mike occasionally pitching in an idea. It was mostly jargon that they weren't bothering to explain but Marissa was gist which ultimately boiled down to it was tradition (According to Mike) to punish players who missed a sitting in some way. Usually something minor if it wasn't their fault but this was Jacob's fault. In addition to the punishment it was also used in the narrative as the reason they didn't act.

"So, you're the man of the hour Andy." Mike said, he wasn't even trying to conceal his smile at that point.

"Well yeah, there were a couple of options. We could either go with what we originally planned, his sword was tainted by Sombra's evil and we have to help him free it, that kind of ties in with what you're already doing. The other is his God, Leto, found his actions shameful and has taken away his divine right to lead. Once he has proven his ability to follow he will regain his right to lead." It was painfully obvious which choice they were leaning towards.

"Marissa do you have an opinion?" Mike asked turning to lock his gaze on her.