Word Game

“Pudendum, P-U-D-E-N-D-U-M,” he said with a grin, as he carefully placed the wooden squares on the board. This was naked Scrabble, and he just moved ahead. It was a double letter word, worth 28 points. The stakes were high. If she lost, she had to go out on the porch and make herself cum as the rush hour traffic streamed by. If he lost, he had to run out and jack off. But, that was hardly fair. After all, he could whack off in about two minutes. It took her a little longer. She was somewhat titillated by the prospect. Still, she didn’t really want to lose. Her letters sucked.

P
R
O
B
E

That’s all she could come up with. She spelled it out… a big 5 (big deal). He was 20 points ahead of her, and they were running out of letters. She took a swig of absinthe and ran a finger along the folds of her pussy. She was still wet from their late afternoon love-making. It was so fun, to sit there nude in the living room, listening to James Taylor and the birds outside the windows, playing this game. She really wanted to just be fucked, but the anticipation, spiced with the language of the Scrabble board, was a nice little break. Without it, they would have never left the bed. She took three of the squares, an “A,” another damned “P,” and a fucking “U.” She groaned, inside, knowing this was going to be difficult. He was gonna win, dammit!

Happily, he took the bait. -R-G-A-S-M was tacked on to the “O” in “PROP.” It wasn’t a big-value word, but it made him smile. He took a swig of his absinthe and grabbed the hair on the back of her head and kissed her hard. They both giggled like high schoolers at a “spin-the-bottle” party. He took the last of the letters. There were only two left.

It was then that the universe opened up and the future became clear. She could see it all. Suddenly, she could see him beating off on the porch. She had never been able to do this, to fit all of the letters into one glorious word. Her toes flared, she twitched inside, her nipples stood out just a little harder. She placed the letters carefully, so as to relish the moment. It was a double-word, triple letter, word. It ended in “M.” One by one, slowly and deliberately, “P…R…I…A…P…I…S.” She looked at him, “It means a ‘persistent erection of the penis.’”

The word was worth 34 points! She was out of letters. She won!

“I wanna watch,” she growled.