The Gathering of 2012

by ahorsewithnoname

Preface

I have never really given Goblins much thought over the years. They were not very powerful creatures, typically low in hit points, and generally more of an annoyance than anything else. DMs used them to fill in the gaps between the larger, more dangerous foes that adventurers would run across. But I gained a huge amount of respect for them during The Gathering of 2012.

Though the excitement had been building for weeks, it bubbled over on the Friday morning of the weekend of “The Gathering” as we called it. Once a year a group of my friends would get together and rent a house for a long weekend of Dungeons & Dragons, the fantasy, role-playing game. We’d been doing it for half a dozen years, and this year looked like it was going to be a winner. We’d located an old house in the wilds of upstate Maine, far away from civilization, one that had been on the market for quite some time with no takers. We got it for a steal, and everyone was looking forward to the reunion.

You’re probably not that familiar with D&D, so here’s a quick overview. A group of people gathers around a table with some special dice, character information, and their imaginations. There’s a group leader called the Dungeon Master, or DM for short, and his job is to create the adventure for the group. He comes up with a setting, describes it to everyone, and then the players, or adventurers, as we’re called, describe what we’d do. So, we might get sent off on a quest to find some lost soul or to clear some monsters from an underground lair. The DM plays the part of the characters we meet up with, and takes the part of the monsters. When we have combat, or look for treasure, or try and climb a building, we roll dice, and depending upon our rolls, we succeed, or fail. Each of us has a different persona or character.

Jamie, my girlfriend and life partner, played the part of a wizard. She could cast devastating spells against bad creatures that we’d run across. Guy was a barbarian, a very strong fighter, and his girlfriend Raina was a rogue, whose specialty was carrying out sneak attacks, and finding traps. Sheila was a hybrid, a fighter, and a druid, and her specialties included working with nature and animals, and long-range weapons (bow and arrows). Ash was a new player this year, a younger gal, and a friend of Sheila. I didn’t know much about her or her character. Jake, Sheila’s boyfriend, was the DM. And me? I was our cleric, so I was a divine spellcaster, a decent fighter, and our healer.

Chapter 1

“Babe, I’ve got our bags in the car. We probably have time for breakfast once you get done in...” my voice trailed off as I saw Jamie walk out of the bathroom, nude.

We’d been living together for three years now and she still took my breath away with her beauty. A shade over five feet tall, her slightly longer than shoulder-length dark brown hair glistened with dampness from the shower. There was not one extra pound on her, and a beautiful smile that would light up any room she entered.

“You hungry baby?” she said, walking slowly towards me. “You want some breakfast?” I hoped I knew where this was going to go. “I’ve got some breakfast right here for you.”

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Jamie pushed me back onto it, and then climbed up over top of me, positioning her knees on both sides of my head, straddling my face. In a baseball stadium, this would be called an obstructed view. In my book, I had the best view in the house.

She looked down at me coyly and then spread her knees apart slightly, lowering her trimmed pussy to my lips. I had already inhaled her scent and thought she was pretty aroused. The wetness of her lips and surrounding pussy hair confirmed my thoughts that she had been touching herself in the shower.

“Taste me, baby...taste me...” and who was I to argue with a beautiful woman.

The rest of the day was filled with a drive to the airport, a short flight, then a longer flight, and finally, after renting a car, a two-hour drive to the rented house. As Jamie and I zeroed in on the place, well, it was breathtaking. It was a large, three-story mansion, a Gothic-style house that was situated on a small island in the middle of a lake, accessible via a drawbridge! (Okay, it was electrically operated, but still, it was a drawbridge!)

We were the last to arrive, and it was great to see everyone again. Guy and Raina had arrived a day early (we alternated each year with one couple arriving early to shop and get things prepared) and I could smell the steaks on the grill. Made my mouth water.

So had Jamie. On the ride up she was a constant tease. She’d slide a hand down inside her pants and play with herself for several minutes, then she’d pull her hand out and lightly trace her fingers across her lips, then push the fingers inside her mouth, then repeat the process for me to taste. Then she would rub my legs and crotch, getting me hard, and then slide her head down, and take me within her mouth, licking and sucking...then back off, back away...smile...and let me settle down, only to repeat it again...and again...and again...

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