Page 32 of Level Me Up

Chapter Eighteen

Morgan

Over the past few weeks, Dex has been having a good time teaching me everything I need to know about video games. He calls them our tutoring sessions. It was actually quite entertaining. He gets all excited and starts talking about something video game related. For example, after we had that epicMario Karttournament, he told me all about the history of Mario and Nintendo. Apparently, there were severalMarioTV shows back in the 80’s and 90’s. He also told me about all the different gaming systems. Every time, without fail, when he is done with the "lesson" as he calls it, he quizzes me on what I’ve learned.

In all honestly, I really like learning about video games and such. It isn’t that I want to become a gamer, because I don’t, but I love that Dex is so passionate about it. He is so knowledgeable on the subject, and it is evident that it has been an important part of his life. He gets so animated with excitement as he talks about it. I can’t help but listen to every word he says. Granted, sometimes, I get distracted with how hot he is when he really gets into explaining something.

While I have been learning more than I ever expected about video games, so are Ruby and Gia. Ruby embraces it better than Gia, however. Dex's excitement about video games is contagious. I find myself telling the girls all about what I learn.

Right now, Dex and I are back in his room after a night out with the group. It's not terribly late, but he's been really busy this past week getting ready for an upcoming tournament. I perch on the end of his bed and wait while he tosses some dirty clothes from the floor into the hamper.

"Ok, so I thought we could change things up a bit tonight with our tutoring session," he says with a devilish grin as he sits down in his desk chair and faces me.

"Really? What do you have in mind?" I ask.

"Well, I propose a pop quiz but with a twist. I'm thinking, something like strip poker."

I fight back my laugh before replying, "Ok…what are the rules?" He looks so hopeful as he explains.

"I'll ask a question. If you get it wrong, you lose an article of clothing. If you get it right, I lose something."

"Sounds fair."

"Good. I thought so too," he says with a triumphant smile.

"But, I just want to point out that you have the ability to ask me all crazy difficult questions, questions you know I won't know the answer to. If you want me to get naked, just ask."

"Well, I'll remember that, but I'll be fair. Look, I'll even start with an easy one."

"Fine," I give him a mock pout.

It has been about two weeks since our friends met each other and I first spent the night with Dex. We didn’t have sex that night, but we did have another hot and heavy make-out session. I like kissing Dex, and making out with Dex is all-consuming and downright addicting. We haven’t had sex yet. We’ve been dating for few weeks now, and while we have spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, I haven’t been ready to take the next step.

I’ve had sex before, but I’m not very experienced when it comes to sex as I’ve only had two sexual partners in the past; Dylan from college and then an ex-coworker, Sam. He kept asking me out for months before leaving the company, but I didn’t want to date a co-worker. I liked him, but I wasn’t willing to mix work and dating. After he changed jobs, I agreed to go out on a date with him. On date two, regrettably, I slept with him, and the sex was horrible, and I never saw him again after that.

I think the reason why I haven’t had sex with Dex yet is that I like him too much to rush it. I really like the buildup that’s happening between us. As hot as our make-out sessions are getting, as well as the other things we are doing, it almost feels like I have to be emotionally and mentally ready for the final act. Don’t get me wrong, I want to have sex with Dex, and the want and need have become stronger than I ever thought possible. Dex is a trooper about it, too. That first night, when I told him I wasn’t ready to do it, he said he understood, and I think he truly did. He didn’t push me or give me a hard time. And now, when things get hot and heavy, he backs off and lets me set the pace. He’s never given me grief. Plus, it isn’t like he gets left high and dry.

Tonight, is really the perfect night to finally go all the way. He has probably been thinking about this strip trivia plan all day, so why not surprise him in the end and tell him I’m ready? It’s about time to level up.

"Ok, question one: What video game publisher producesCoB?" he asks.

This is an easy one since it's the company whose party we attended in Cali. "Visionwave," I answer confidently.

"Nice." He bends over and removes both of his white socks. "Socks count as one."

I raise an eyebrow at this because we are unevenly matched in what we are wearing. He already has less clothing on than I do to start, since my flip flops are next to the couch in the living room

"Question two: What does FPS stand for?"

"Easy. First-Person Shooter." He is still going easy on me.

He's contemplating his next question when he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulls it over his head and tosses it at me. I momentarily can't look away, as I'm still stunned at the sight of his abs. He does pushups and pull-ups every morning, and well…that works for him.

He takes advantage of this and fires off the next question. Something about the objective of Hard Point. Crap. I totally missed the full question. I know it's a way to playCall of Battle, but I have no freaking clue, so I say, "Is it like capture the flag?"

He smiles like a cat that is about to eat a bird. "Nope. That is incorrect," he says, and he points to my shirt and gestures for it to come off.

I move up onto my knees on his bed, wobble a bit as I start to lose my balance. Great a spaz moment instead of sexy time would be perfect right now. I scoot back a little, so I don't fall off the bed and fall face first on the floor. So much for a sexy strip tease. Slowly, I pull my shirt up over my head and mentally high-five myself for bringing the sexy back. I don't think he even noticed the wobble.

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