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My Favorite Bang

... into a stillness for a while, and maybe I should have made a move then, but I hesitated too long, and she broke the silence with, “Game!” “Okay,” I said. The game I had in mind was Cards Against Humanity, where the players turn over cards with sentences that prompt them with an idea and a blank space or two. They use other cards to complete those sentences, often leading to crude and offensive remarks. We played slowly and with a lot of rough patches, as she had to translate a lot of the words on her phone, and even then she could only understand about half of the sentences I played. But this spurred us to interact through gestures and facial expressions. I explained a grenade to her by pretending to throw one at her, then making sounds of a bomb exploding. I mimed playing different instruments for her. I acted out animal sounds. When the meaning of a word clicked in her head, she always gave a loud, “Ahhh!” and clapped her hands. If she understood the humor of whatever remark I put together with the cards, she laughed, full of enthusiasm, while covering her mouth with both hands. She even tried to make her own sentences with the cards. The results were nonsense, but it left me a good opportunity to tease her, which she found funny. We had been so loosened up from the dancing that everything we did was goofy and uninhibited. I pulled the table close to the bed, so that we could sit on the end of it next to each other while playing the game. My heart started pounding as I ...

... thought about a particular card that I knew was in the deck, wondering how I could play it if I drew it. When I finally did, the perfect prompt card came up: ‘A romantic candlelit dinner would be incomplete without _____.’ The card I placed on top of it: ‘A big cock.’ As she typed the sentence into her phone, adrenaline surged through my body, and my dick got rock hard. “Oh,” she said flatly, a bit confused, then she mimed the sound and motions of a chicken, awaiting my confirmation. “No. Slang word.” I smiled, as I hesitated and the moment grew intense. I grabbed my dick, which was nearly bursting out of my pants, and shook it. She gasped, covering her mouth and laughing. This was my moment. There could be no hesitation, other than having just enough to cast a seductive and patient tone about my movements. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped slowly, then looked at her. “Ohh!” Her voice rose, and she gave me hum of delightful approval, urging me to keep going. I slipped my pants and boxers down to my knees, and my dick sprang out. She gasped again, sounding more excited than she was nervous, and she stared at my dick like it had the power to hypnotize her. She timidly placed her hands on my knees and waited, like she was unsure if I was seducing her or just helping her get the meaning of the word ‘cock.’ “Very big,” she said quietly, then hummed again. She seemed mesmerized. She stared at my dick for a good thirty seconds, then looked back at me, as if she was begging for permission ...