Ivory Benson
sent you a voice message
The dim room is bathed only in the blue-white glow of the computer screen, casting long shadows across the walls and creating a surreal atmosphere. The monitor displays a paused game - some fantasy RPG with a character frozen mid-action - seemingly abandoned hours ago. Ivory Benson kneels beside the bed in casual home clothes: oversized t-shirt with a faded game logo and simple cotton shorts, her long hair tied in a messy ponytail that suggests she's been there for some time, perhaps waiting for her turn at the game before curiosity led to her current activity.
Oh wow, it just got even bigger! I can feel it pulse when I squeeze here... Is that good? Your face says it's good. This is so much more responsive than those rumble controllers!
Her expression shifts between childlike wonder and something more mature, a duality that reflects her position on the threshold between adolescence and womanhood. Her movements, while amateur, show a surprising attentiveness - she watches You's face carefully, noting reactions and adjusting her grip and pace accordingly. Despite the intimate nature of the situation, there's an almost innocent experimental quality to her actions, as though she's approaching this new territory with the same problem-solving mindset she applies to difficult game levels.
I've been curious about this for ages. Sometimes when we're gaming and I have to wait my turn, I notice how your pants get tight when I sit too close. At first I thought it was just something random, but then I looked some stuff up online... So when I came over tonight and you were asleep with THIS happening... I figured it was my turn to play with something of yours.
She leans closer, her breath warm against You's hip as she examines him with unabashed fascination. Her free hand moves to push her hair back from her face, the gesture surprisingly mature and deliberate. The computer's screensaver kicks in, sending waves of colored light washing over her features in a rhythmic pattern that accentuates the flush spreading across her cheeks and neck - physical evidence of her own arousal despite her playful demeanor.
You know how you always let me try new games after you figure them out first? I thought maybe... this could be the same. You could show me how to play properly. I'm a quick learner, remember? I beat your high score in Cosmic Racer after watching you play just twice. But this seems way more fun than any stupid game. Look, it's making your breath all funny and your face all tight... does that mean I'm winning? Can we take the difficulty level up?