The morning after joining the game, and fucking my friend Andrea in her temporary male body, I got up earlier than usual and took extra care in my appearance. I took an extra-long bath and put my hair into my nicest healer braid, including some extra beads and adornments. Being a healer, I’ve got access to cosmetics that most people don’t have access to, but I didn’t go that far. Just having my deck in plain view was going to attract plenty of attention.
I spent the whole day with my deck in hand, or on the desk next to me, and I was checking out everyone’s hands constantly. If I got lucky, I would be able to identify the owner of the shoulders and ass or maybe the full frontal, but for that to happen, I would have to also have one of their hands and arms cards. It was super obvious to all the other players that I was advertising for sex partners. Actually, it was super obvious to everyone, even if they weren’t players, that I was advertising for sex partners. My table at lunch was much more popular than usual.
During the last class of the day, my favorite teacher, Muriel, smiled at me when she saw my deck. “So you decided to live a little before leaving us? Good for you, Rosalynne!”
I blushed a little that this woman, old enough to be my mother, knew that I was planning on having lots of sex in the next several months, maybe even the next few days.
Muriel’s grin widened. “Don’t be embarrassed, dear. Back in my day, I was one of the first few dozen players. I think my playing even influenced the game; the sexually transmitted disease resistance started when I was active. I like to think I encouraged that evolution of the game.”
“I’m glad of that, too! Even with the pregnancy ward, I would be concerned about the disease downsides of being active among all these other horny fuckers.”
Muriel was always one of the happiest women I knew, so the soft look of hurt surprised me.
“Yes, the pregnancy ward seemed like a good idea at the time. That was everyone’s influence at the same time, I think, and it has been good for the game.”
She still looked sad, so I asked, “It seems like there is a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
“Yes, but I wish my husband, Alton, had been able to give me a baby before he disappeared, so I would still have a piece of him. We had been married for less than six months, and we thought joining the game was a good idea. We would be safe to explore each other, and others, for a while before we settled down to start our family.”
I wrapped Muriel in a big hug. “I’m so sorry, what happened to him?”
“He was hired as a healer with a caravan going over the mountains into Ginimrie just before the war started. The whole caravan disappeared; we found out after the war that they were massacred just over the border. I lost interest in the game shortly thereafter and destroyed my deck.”
“The war with Ginimrie was almost twenty years ago! You’ve had nobody in your life since then?”
Muriel sighed, “I’ve had lovers, but none of them can compete with Alton. I’m still in love with him, and it wasn’t fair to the others. We used each other for pleasure occasionally, but it was never more than that for me. I knew it was over with each of them when I started seeing Alton’s grey eyes looking at me from their faces while we were making love.”
It was a shock, of course, but I’ve never known anyone with grey eyes.
“Grey eyes?”
Muriel chuckled. “Yeah, it is a family trait; his father had the same eyes. We hoped our children would as well.”
It was a long shot, but could it be? I cut my deck and brought the face card to the top.
“Muriel? Do you know who this is?” I showed her the image, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to be Alton, or not, but it was. After barely glancing at the image, she tried to grab it from my hands but couldn’t actually touch it. The card was in my deck, not Muriel’s.
“Oh, my God! Alton! He’s still alive! After all this time!” Muriel grabbed the hand holding my deck and pressed her face into it, crying.
There are several ways to remove cards from the game. One way is to complete a set and request a sexual favor or fantasy; all the cards used to complete the set disappear when combined into an actual physical card of the player whose set was completed. Some people collect those physical cards. Cards in play are also removed from the game when someone leaves the game by symbolically ripping their deck in half.
And cards disappear on the death of the player.
The fact that Alton’s card had shown up in my deck meant that he was still alive. Still alive after all this time. And based on how he looked, he was being held captive somewhere.
After a few minutes, Muriel calmed down. She was holding my hand with her left hand while stroking my palm with her right. She was really stroking Alton’s ego, but I could feel her fingertips on my palm. I shooed the other people still in the classroom away. They looked concerned for Muriel but did leave us alone.
Once Muriel calmed down enough to remember where she was, she looked up at me with such sadness in her face. “He is still alive after all this time. After all this time.”
I glanced at the card, and it had changed. The image was different; Alton’s piercing, sad eyes now showed a glimmer of hope. Also, it was now labeled as “Alton, Muriel’s Husband.” That was different. Normally, the player holding the card has to see the player whose card it is in order for the card to update. And the name usually updates to the person’s full name. I flipped to my card, and then to Andrea’s. They both had our first and last names on them.
I put my five labeled cards down on the desk. Five because it turns out that I was able to identify the sexy soldier’s back because I also had a card of his hands and had seen Lewis, and his hands, at lunch.
“Muriel? Why is Alton’s card different?”
“What do you mean?”
“That isn’t his real name, and the image doesn’t have the same style as my other cards.” Muriel looked at the cards closely.
“His card looks like I remember the cards looking; these new ones are an updated style.” She thought for a moment and continued, “I remember someone saying something about the cards changing when several artists were dealt into the game, but that was a long time ago. I do know about the name, though. When we started, everyone knew one another, and we named the cards whatever we wanted when we identified the player. As the game expanded, there were a couple of trouble players who used fake names and tricked some people into doing things they didn’t intend to do. When enough players got upset about that, the game corrected itself to use people’s legal names, not the name the cardholder gave them.”
I asked, “But why did his image change the way it did?”
“What do you mean?” She again looked closely at the card.
“When I first saw the card, Dalton looked beaten and heartbroken. I don’t know him, obviously, but look at him now. Look at his eyes! Can you see the look of hope?”
“Hope? No, this is how his eyes always look.”
I smiled gently at Muriel. “No, his eyes changed. He must know something has changed, maybe that someone has his face card!”
Muriel suddenly looked incredibly guilty and started to cry again, “Oh no! I destroyed my deck! I know he had a couple of my cards; he must think I died! I didn’t have any of his cards; I didn’t know he was still alive!”
I hugged Muriel again. “It’s ok, and we will figure this out.”
I put Alton’s card down on the desk face up so that I couldn’t accidentally destroy it and pulled seven different cards out of my very meager deck as I said, “I want to give you Alton’s card.” I fanned the cards out for Muriel and offered them to her, and said the magic words, “If you want to play the game, pick a card!”
Muriel’s face lit up, and she eagerly reached for a card, only to have her fingers pass through them. Then her face fell, “Thanks for offering, but you can’t rejoin the game once you destroy your deck.”
“Rosalynne, you’ve given me hope. I’m going to talk with the other original players to see if they have any ideas for how we can find, and save, Alton.” Muriel hurried off as I collected my things and made my way to the cafeteria. I already had a plan for how to save Alton, but first, I needed more cards.
As I approached my usual table, I saw Andrea sitting there as her woman-self with another black-haired young woman. Andrea smiled and motioned to me as I approached and her new friend turned and looked at me as well. I recognized Emily right away, although as a scholar she has never been in any of my classes. Unlike many of the rest of us, she normally wore loose-fitting clothing and rarely seemed to take care of her appearance. In fact, if I had been asked who might be playing the game, I would never have thought to suggest her name. I had never even heard rumors of her sexual shenanigans.
She looked different today, though. Emily and Andrea both looked like they had gotten very little sleep last night, but Emily was smiling and jumped up and hugged me. Her hair was better styled than I had ever seen it, and her clothes were much more revealing than normal, with more cleavage visible. She looked extra girly in her flowing black skirt.
“So Andrea tells me you took advantage of her before I got the chance to last night!” She was smiling as she said it, so I knew she wasn’t upset.
I laughed too. “I sure did, but you two look like you were busy last night.”
Andrea joined in: “And twice today since I changed back.”
Surprised, I asked, “Really? Are you switching sides?”
They looked into one another’s eyes and grinned. “Well, for now, let’s just say we are exploring all our options.”
“Well, good for both of you. But if you aren’t too tired, I could use your help. I want cards, a lot of cards.”
I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to look up into soldier cadet Lewis’s sexy brown eyes and smiling face. “I would love to help you with that project.”
I ran my hand up Lewis’s body and pulled his head down toward me for a kiss. I loved the feel of his short-cropped hair between my fingers. “That would be great. But I need more than what just you could give me.”
I heard Andrea gasp, and I saw Lewis’s eyes widen in surprise. Lewis looked back at the table where his friends were sitting. He said with a grin, “I could put as many men on the project as you want.”
It was what I wanted, but I was a little embarrassed to hear it said out loud like that. Blushing a little, I glanced at Andrea and Emily. They were both grinning as well. Emily asked, “How about girls? I know a couple who would love to help you out. That is part of how I got so many cards so quickly. A three-girl daisy chain can go for hours!”
I felt my face flush even redder at that suggestion. “Ah, maybe not tonight?”
Emily laughed. “No worries, Andrea and I will help you keep the soldier boys in line, won’t we?”
Still laughing at my embarrassment, Andrea said, “Anything for you, Rosie!”
I hadn’t really eaten anything, but somehow I was now too excited to be hungry. I asked Lewis, “Do you know where my room is? Can you meet me there in an hour?”
“Yeah, I can find it. But seriously, how many guys do you want?”
I glanced at Emily, and she was holding up all ten fingers, while Andrea was “only” holding up five, and she used her other hand to cover five of Emily’s fingers. “Ah, five? Plus you? Hopefully I can do that many.”
Emily, who, it turns out, had always secretly been a massively horny slut, made sure I used the bathroom on the way to my room. “You don’t want to have to stop in the middle once the action gets rolling.”
“Are you speaking from experience? Have you ever done this before?”
“No, I’ve only ever done two at a time, but this is a topic I’m interested in, so I’ve done a lot of… research.” Emily bit down on the tip of her pointer finger after saying “research.”
“Research? What kind of research could you do?”
“Well, a lot of oral trading of stories, of course, but some long-term players have been archivists who have taken extensive notes. Those are always worth a read.”
We had stepped into my room, and it was already crowded with three of us. Adding in the soldiers would make it even more crowded. Suddenly unsure of myself, I asked, “Umm, how do you think we should do this?”
Andrea and Emily exchanged smiles and stepped in close to me and started touching me all over. Andrea lowered her voice to a sexy whisper and said, “First, let’s get you naked and warmed up. Then, when the guys get here, we will figure out how to bring them in one or two at a time.”
Andrea kissed me, then Emily kissed me, and then Andrea kissed me again. All the while, they were running their hands over my body, pulling at the ties and closures that held my skirt and blouse on. I was touching them everywhere, too, until Emily held my hands above my head, still caught in my sleeves. She was only holding my hands up with one hand, so I could have easily released myself, but the feeling of being helpless in their loving grasp was delicious. Also, I didn’t want to disturb her other hand, which had found its way into my underwear and was slowly sliding around my sex. Emily kept kissing me while she held and massaged me.
Andrea finished undressing me, and it felt a little weird to be naked with two fully clothed women playing with me. Weird, but very sexy. It was even sexier when they both bent over and started licking and sucking on my nipples. Emily asked, “Do you want your hands free?”
I shook my hands out of my blouse and grabbed their heads and mashed them back into my breasts. “This time, yes.”
They played with my breasts and nipples for a few minutes, making me hotter and hotter. Eventually, they laid me back onto my bed, and Emily went down on me. The bed was small for two people, and it was much too crowded for three. Andrea was kneeling at the head of the bed, kissing and caressing me while I lay diagonally with my right leg hanging off the bed and my left leg on Emily’s shoulder, while she kneeled on the floor. Andrea-as-a-guy had been good the night before, but Emily was even better. She was clearly much more experienced. I was so excited that I came almost as soon as she started and then again a few minutes later.
“Wait, wait!” I gasped out as I came down from the second orgasm. “I’m supposed to be giving orgasms to get cards!”
Andrea kissed me on the nose, “With six guys coming over to run a caravan through you? You’ll give them plenty of orgasms.”
Emily, with her mouth still on my sex, hummed, “Mmm, hmm.” It felt so good.
“But, if you want, you can practice some girl time with me while we wait for the men.” Andrea changed position from kneeling near my head to straddling my face. She spread her long skirt out and covered my head and upper body with it, plunging me into darkness with her vagina mashing down onto my mouth. Luckily, I didn’t really need to see what I was doing, but I did bring my hands up to grab her ass. I had noticed the scent of my own arousal many times while having sex, but this was the first time I was able to pay attention to the scent of another woman. Andrea was so wet and excited, and being trapped under her skirt amplified everything.
Emily was continuing to play with me, and I imitated what she was doing with Andrea. “Oh! You are good at that, Rosie!” I was using my lips on her clit as my nose probed against her opening.
“Mmm, hmm.” I was nowhere near as skilled as Emily, but Andrea was super turned on, so my hummed response directly onto her clit set her off. Andrea collapsed onto my body in what would have been a sixty-nine position if Emily had not still been gently teasing me. Andrea put all her weight onto me, and it felt so good.
After a moment, Andrea rolled off the bed and sat on the floor, smiling at me. Emily started crawling up onto the bed with me, grinning. “Do you want to play with me, too? Or do you want a rest?”
I grabbed Emily by wrapping my arms and legs around her and squeezing her tight. It wasn’t the same as it had been with Andrea-as-a-guy last night, but it was nice. I ran my tongue around her lips as I kissed her, tasting myself on her skin. “Turn around so I can do you, too.”
Once again, my head was covered, this time with Emily’s skirt. I may have to try out blindfolded sex sometime soon, because I liked not really being able to see anything. Emily kept herself a little elevated above my face, so it was easier to get my fingers involved. I was able to rub her clit while I tongued her opening, sliding inside an inch or so each time. Meanwhile, Emily had two fingers inside me and was mashing my clit with the palm of her hand.
I was able to get Emily off first, since she hadn’t come as recently as I had, and I felt her sit up on the bed as she came back. She was still straddling my face and working away at my vagina when I heard a knock on the door. I tried to get up, but Emily’s weight was holding me down, and with her fingers in me, I didn’t really try very hard. I heard the door open just as I started to cum, and as I felt my legs convulsing, I heard Andrea say, “Hi Lewis, come on in. The rest of you wait in the hall, ok?”
