Gamer Goddess Ch. 02

"Sheri?" I asked.

"She'll be alright," Dan said softly. I could see he was hurting, and I don't mean physically.

"Not your...fault," I told him. I knew the guilt would be killing him.

"I fucked up, Steve. God, I'm so sorry. I was watching her, I swear I was. I don't know how she got away. I know you must hate me. I'll leave if you want." The poor fucker was practically in tears.

"No. I...love you man," I said, doing my best to grin.

He chuckled, wiping his eyes. "You're not getting my Bud Light." Old inside joke.

"Where?"

"Jaime went for her. Relax. You did good, jerkoff."

I learned a little of what happened, in bits and pieces. Mark couldn't get the limo down the alley, and had to park it. He started at the wrong end, and was late getting to the scene. Dan never got past the first guy, and though I managed to delay anyone else joining our little get-together, when the asshole I'd knocked into the wall climbed on my back and started to make a pincushion out of me with a knife, things were looking bleak.

We thought we'd taken good precautions, but we hadn't planned on the back door. I always knew there was a chance she'd freak out. Mark had been by the car a few door down from the entrance, and Jaime had been stationed a short ways down on the opposite side, in case she made a run for it in the wrong direction.

When they got the call, Jaime had to crash his way into the party, across the entire house, then guess which way we'd gone. He'd heard the ruckus and got there in the nick of time, although a minute or two earlier would have been nice.

I looked up during a pause in the story-telling, and Man-mountain was stepping through the doorway. The crowd parted and I saw he was carrying Sheri in his arms. She looked rough, bruised, her hair a mess, dress missing. She had a hospital gown on, and her leg was in a cast.

Jaime was grinning like there was no tomorrow. He stepped forward and gently sat Sheri down on the bed by my feet. I felt the tears starting to well up. I had been certain I was going to lose her.

She put on a brave smile, and reached for the hand I extended to her.

Jaime stood over her, protectively. "Jesus, Ace! Where'd you find this one? If I hadn't shown up in time, I think she was going to kill the lot of them herself. Friggin' maniac. Crazy girl was spitting out half a guy's ear before I managed to clean things up."

I looked down at her.

She grinned sheepishly. "No way I was going to portal again. We'd wipe together or not at all." She looked back at Jaime. "You never told me that our resident Witch-Doctor was a real-life barbarian."

Jaime was 6 feet 7 inches of rough and tumble. The left tackle on our high-school football team, and a loner, except for me and Dan. We'd gotten him out of trouble once, and we never could get rid of him ever since. Loyal as an old hound-dog. The fucker could write code like nobody's business.

He'd taken the bat from the guy coming out the door and laid half-a-dozen guys out cold before Mark showed up with the heavy artillery. One shot from his .45 stopped everything. Apparently in his wake, half the party had shown up in the alley, and the police were only a few minutes behind. The guys weren't about to wait, not with me bleeding on everybody, and a couple of minutes later we were loaded in the limo headed for the hospital.

With the story out of the way, everyone decided to give me a little space, especially when the busy-body nurse came in shrieking it was supposed to be only two at a time.

Which meant one at a time, since it looked like it would have taken a platoon of marines to get Sheri out of there.

I was alone with Sheri and her cousin, when Sandy had the brilliant idea of leaning over and giving me a hug, nearly killing me. "You big idiot. No more heroics."

"Don't you have a party to go back to?" I asked, teasing.

She wiped her eyes. "Right. That was Friday."

"Friday?"

Sheri squeezed my hand. "It's Sunday. You really had us worried."

"Shit. No wonder I'm so damned hungry. Sounds like you got something to eat. An ear?"

My girl grinned. "Tastes like shit. And believe me, getting eye goop from out from under your nails is next to impossible."

"Eye goop?"

Sandy giggled. "You've got to hear Jaime tell it. We must have made him repeat it at least a dozen times. Spider-Monkey girl was making mincemeat of the guy who stabbed you. She clawed one of his eyes clear out, bit off half his ear. She was going for the jugular when Jaime dragged her off the stupid bastard. Hardest shot he took all evening was from her elbow, and he almost lost a finger to those teeth of hers."

"It wasn't that bad," Sheri whined. "He only got a few stitches." She leaned forward. "I think he likes me."

"Don't let his wife hear that. She may not be much bigger than you, but I think she could take him, two out of three falls."

"Wife?"

"Yeah, he and Mark are both married. I'm surprised the women haven't shown up yet. I'm going to catch so much hell."

I tried to move and I got another blast of pain.

"Stop that!" Sheri snapped. "You'll tear the stitches, even if you don't start internal bleeding again."

"How bad was it?" I asked.

"If the idiot on top of you knew how to use a knife, you'd be dead now," she snapped. "Then where would I be, you stupid asshole? Why couldn't you have waited for the others?"

"They...they were touching you."

"So what? I've been touched before. More than touched. If you ever do anything that stupid again...I'll...oh Hell, I'll just die."

"How long will I be in here?" I asked.

"Couple of days. You had a pretty bad concussion, a collapsed lung, and lost a lot of blood. The knife got stuck in your ribs, or it would have been a lot worse."

She looked upset, and more than a little angry.

"What are you wearing under that robe?" I asked.

Sandy laughed out loud. "That's my cue to go. I'll give you two a couple of minutes alone. I think he's going to be just fine."

Sheri was glaring at me. "Did you really ask what I had on under this stupid robe?"

I nodded, grinning. "You promised the girls would entertain me."

"If you were good. In the limo. And I said maybe."

"Ok, 0 for 3," I pouted. "What have you got on under there?"

She giggled. "You are so bad. Panties. That's all. Not much of them either."

"You're killing me, beautiful. Half naked and only an arm's reach away."

"I'm still mad at you."

"I still love you."

She leaned her head down on my leg. "You big idiot. You could have died."

"Not when you have my back," I said.

"You made Jaime cry. I don't think I've ever seen a sadder thing. He was running down that alley, cradling you in his arms, blubbering like a baby."

I grinned. "Yes! He's sooo never going to live that one down."

She slapped me on the leg. "Asshole. He saved your life."

"Fine. I owe him one. He's still going to get razzed."

She looked over at the door, then bounced her butt up the bed a couple of feet, sending jolts of pain through my back. Whatever they were giving me wasn't near strong enough.

"Stop wincing you big baby," she said.

She grabbed my hand, and put it on her breast. I cupped it through her gown.

"Second base," she giggled.

"I don't think we've even got much of first base yet."

"You need to get healthy for me. I've got a lot of catching up to do, and the boobies and booty are dying for a little attention."

"How about a lot of attention?" I teased.

"How about, when the doctor clears you, we try for a home-run?"

* * *

It was more than a couple of days. Closer to a week. I never had a shortage of visitors, but at least they bathed and put on normal clothes. I got a serious tongue-lashing from Maria, for putting poor little Jaime in danger. Sheri's parents stopped by every day, as did Sandy. I think she had a little crush on me. I never escaped her without a kiss or two. Or three. Not when Robert accompanied her, but she nearly had me in a makeout session once. I gave her grief about it. She assured me that it was nothing serious, but she couldn't wait for me to get better for a real thank-you.

It was Sandy who told me about the change in Sheri. Apparently her issue with touching men was almost totally resolved. Part of it was me, another part was my posse. Sandy's therapist believes that fighting back against the attackers had the most to do with it. She no longer felt helpless or as vulnerable.

"Sheri and Maria are thick as thieves. They've been ganging up on poor Jaime. He bares it well. You should see them when they're sitting out in the waiting area, once girl perched on each of his legs. Sheri has no problem with physical contact with him."

"I'm going to have to kill him, you know."

Sandy grinned, and gave me another long lip-lock. She tasted of mint, and her tongue was friendlier than ever. "He's like a big cuddly teddy bear to her. She hasn't even kissed him. Now Dan..."

"What about Dan!" I growled.

"Lots of hugging and kissing going on there."

"That son-of-a-bitch..."

Her lips shut me up again. "Stop, silly. She feels bad he got so beat up for her. You were injured worse, but he still looks like a mess. She's always hugging him and kissing his 'boo-boos'. Mark and Jaime give him so much shit as soon as she's gone."

"Good."

She grinned then climbed on my bed, lying down facing me. "You've got great friends. I hope you realize that."

"I know. I couldn't ask for better."

"I hope you consider me and Robert friends," she said softly.

"Best friends. I love what you do for Sheri. She needs someone like you."

"It works both ways. I love her, you know."

"I know. It's pretty obvious."

She took my hand and placed it on her tit. I'm an asshole, I didn't pull it away. I liked the feel. "No, Steve. I love her. I've been in love with her for years."

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

She smiled, and I felt her hand sliding under the sheet, rubbing the erection she managed to give me every time she visited. "She couldn't stand a man's touch, you know. My touch was different."

"Is she...are you..."

"Lovers. Two years now. Toned it down since I met Robert. I'm not gay, and neither is she. She just needed me, and I guess I needed her."

Her hand was gripping my cock, and stroking it. "Once you two have settled down as a real couple, I hope you'll let me share her with you sometimes."

Share? Holy shit! "What about Robert?"

She leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips lingering. "That's what I love about you. Always thinking of other people, and doing the right thing. He knows about me and Sheri. She's getting better, but we've talked and there's no way she's interested in sex with anyone but you. Not for now. We'll see how things are after you two are married."

Married? "I...uh..." Damn this girl could leave me tongue tied.

"You're going to get married, and I get to be the matron of honor. Don't kid yourself that you're not. You're both crazy about each other. Sometimes I'm so fucking jealous. Of both of you."

Her lips were on mine, and I welcomed them, a little guilt still getting through. Her hand was driving me crazy, and I loved the feel of her hard little nipple. Our tongues played quietly, lovingly. "Can I finish you?" she asked softly. "I'd hate to leave you with blue-balls."

I looked toward the door. She licked my lips. "Dan's on guard. Nobody's getting through. Sheri is home, won't be here for a couple of hours. Let me do this for you."

"I feel like I'm cheating," I told her.

"God, you're so fucking adorable, I can't stand it," she said. She pulled free from me, then grabbed her purse. She turned away from me. "Sheri? I'm with Steve."

Son-of-a-bitch.

"He's fine. Looking a lot better. I've got him so worked up he's going to pop, but he wouldn't dream of cheating on you. Can you tell him it's alright?"

She handed me the phone.

"Sheri?" I asked.

"She's so bad! What's she been doing? She told you about us, didn't she? I'm so going to kill her."

"Uh, yeah, she told me you guys were, uh, intimate."

"You understand why?"

"Of course. Hell, no man or woman could resist you. What's this I hear about Dan getting all my kisses?"

I thought I could hear her blush over the phone. "Little kissies, that's all. No boobies, no booty, and certainly no kitty. Are you jealous?"

"Should I be?"

"Don't be. There's no man for me but you. I'm just, well, practicing flirting again. It's been a while. You know who I love."

"I can't wait to get out of here," I told her.

"I know. Me either. I'd take care of your...needs, but I don't want our first time to be like that. Not some stupid quickie in a hospital bed. I'm afraid I might need a lot of patience from you, understand?"

"Totally. I feel the same."

"Good. Then let Sandy do whatever she wants, or she's going to be driving me crazy. No kitty, alright? But if she offers it, you'd be a fool not to let her get her mouth on you. She's pretty incredible."

"Are you sure?"

"I trust her, and I trust you. Give her what she needs, and she'll tell me all about it tonight."

"This feels kind of crazy."

"I love you, baby. Have fun. Now put her on."

I handed the phone to a grinning Sandy. "Thank you, thank you," she gushed. "I will, I promise, tonight. Is this just the one time?"

She giggled. "Perfect. Love you babe." She hung up the phone, and went to the door. She poked her head out, then came back smiling from ear to ear.

"You're mine, until they release you. You have a problem with that, handsome?"

"Robert?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Do I have to make another call? Or do you trust me that it's Ok. I'm not married yet."

"I trust you. I wouldn't want to hurt him, or your relationship, that's all."

"He knows that when I'm with you and Sheri, there'll probably be some you-and-me action going on. My ass is off-limits to you, that's his. Alright?"

I nodded, my mouth dry.

She gave me a quick kiss, then pulled the sheet down, and pushed my hospital gown out of the way. "God, you've got a nice one. I'm going to really enjoy this."

Not as much as I did. No preliminaries, she took me in her mouth and started sucking. I didn't last two minutes. She swallowed and kept going, until I was hard as a rock again.

"Good. We got that first one out of the way. Man you were backed up! I hope you don't always come like that. I don't mind a little taste but you almost drowned me."

"No, I don't always come like that. You had me pretty worked up, you know."

"The idea of doing two girls? Or just little old me?"

"All you, gorgeous. Not that the threesome idea isn't going to be driving me nuts for a while, but you're pretty incredible you know."

She grinned saucily. "I know. And now you're going to find out."

She got started again, then stopped abruptly. She grabbed her smart phone, set it up, and passed it to me. "Record it. It'll be even better than explaining it to her. I might even tease Robert with it later."

Was there no end to the day's surprises?

She was true to her word, and the second time around, she teased and pleased. Her mouth was wonderful, and ever so talented. I did manage to hold out for almost 10 minutes, before she cheated, putting my hand on her head, and insisting I fuck her mouth. The sweet girl had no gag reflex whatsoever, and a minute later I was painting her tonsils again.

She sucked me dry, opened her mouth showing a full-load to the camera, then took her time cleaning me with her mouth, until I was starting to stiffen again. I killed the video.

"There. That should keep you for a while. Was I Ok?"

"Ok? That was unbelievable!"

"Good. I'll be working with Sheri to make sure she can deliver at least as good. You're going to have to be patient with her. She's never done any of this stuff willingly. In many ways she's still a virgin."

She stood and gave me a salty kiss. Then she pulled up her shirt, and leaned over, placing her nipple in my mouth. "Give us a kiss goodbye, lover."

I got a nice little suck, until she replaced it with the other one. "No marks, Ok? No fair rubbing his face in it."

That put a little damper on my feelings, and I gave her nipple one last tongue swipe. "Thank you," I said.

"A hero's reward. Get used to being spoiled, lover." She gave me a parting kiss, straightened her shirt, and left me to let the others in. Dan and Mark were smirking.

"Lot of privacy," Dan observed.

"Yes. Thank you."

"Sheri..."

"Knows and is cool with it. We were just on the phone with her."

Mark laughed. "You lucky son-of-a-bitch. It's about time you got it right."

"Got what right?"

Dan answered. "Woman. Got the woman right. She's an angel. Perfect. No way you deserve her or whatever the supermodel's doing for you."

I had to laugh. He was right. "No argument from me. Third time's a charm, I guess."

* * *

It had taken me 5 days before they'd let me sit up and use a laptop. I was only online about 10 seconds before my buds started lightin' me up with messages.

From the first time back, I found things had changed. Not in the game, so much, although there were enough new things there. The change was in us. No one was playing solo, not even Jaime. On logging in, I'd find them working together in groups of 3 or 4. With a max party size of four, one of the guys would drop out to make room for me if necessary.

Things were easy, even in hardcore Hell mode. We worked as a finely tuned machine, each watching out for each other. CherryBomb was always at the center of each group. She coaxed, she goaded, she teased. She led.

The first time on, they made me switch from Skype to Ventrilo for voice chat. Jaime set up our private server, and the sound quality was even better and so much easier to join.

We were laughing, joking, teasing each other. We shared loot, traded cash, farmed as a group, and had more fun than I'd ever imagined outside of Beta.

At the end of each session, CherryBomb would announce the finish, and she and I would pop out of the game and onto video chat.

I'd made a few calls, and she'd received the order on my 3rd day after awaking. Every night she'd reward me. Tonight it was a red lace halter babydoll that only half covered her outstanding breasts. It barely reached her crotch, and had the cutest red thong.

"The girls want to thank you again. You didn't have to do this," she said, indicating her outfit.

"Sorry, Angel. It wasn't for you."

"You have to stop calling me Angel, you know I'm anything but. I don't want to be an Angel. I'm gonna be your little Devil. Can't you see I'm wearing red?"

"Sorry sugar. You saved my ass, and you'll always be my Angel. My guardian Angel."

She pouted. "Really? Would an Angel do this?" she asked, pulling her halter material to the outside, exposing her breasts.

"Heavenly tits," I teased.

She stuck her tongue out at me. She turned lifted the back of her outfit and wiggled her rear. "Angelic?"

I laughed, as she smacked her own tight little buns. "Hell no, Devil girl. Hellacious."

She grinned. "Good answer. When you coming home to me? I need you."

"Doctor's talking two more days."

"Sandy showed me the video. Looked like you enjoyed it. Was she good?"

"God, I was so desperate to get off, at first I couldn't even tell. It was a warm wet mouth."

She laughed. "Don't you dare ever tell that! She thinks she's God's gift to men and women. She's convinced she rocked your world."

"Don't get me wrong, Sheri. It was nice. But she's not who I wanted doing that."

Sheri grinned, moving closer to the camera, sucking on her finger. "Really? Now who could you possibly have in mind? You couldn't possibly want your 'Angel' to do such a naughty thing. Putting that big, hard, nasty thing in her innocent little mouth? I don't think it would even fit!"