Game for two

To some, it might seem like an ordinary, unremarkable February day. Yes, it truly is a regular winter day: everyone is rushing about their business, working, bustling in transport, going shopping, freezing, warming up—this list could go on endlessly. But on this day, all the usual tasks seem somehow special. And the reason for that is the date—February 14th. It just so happens that on this very day, everyone around talks about love. And judging by the weather, even the sun has gone on a date with its beloved moon, and the wind, in a passionate tango, has spun its partner, the blizzard. It's no wonder that thousands, no, millions of loving hearts, married couples, ordinary acquaintances

and even complete strangers are overflowing with love and desire for each other on this day. And everyone imbues this day with their own secret meaning.

For some, it's a wonderful opportunity to declare their feelings; for others, a reason to have a romantic evening or a passionate night, to realize their most candid and most erotic fantasies. Katerina had just such plans for the evening. Especially since February 14th was the anniversary of meeting her beloved Kirill. It was the first anniversary of their relationship, and Katerina wanted to give her beloved man a special gift worthy of the holiday—a passionate night. Their sex life was good, although lately, due to Kirill's busyness at work, their fiery sex had increasingly turned into a routine "ritual" of intimacy: standard foreplay and ten to fifteen minutes of pleasure. But today, Katerina wanted to surprise her beloved. For this purpose, she had bought lingerie, prepared candles and champagne. Unsurprisingly, the desire to make this February night unforgettable also filled Kirill himself. He had been on a business trip for several days, from where he could only contact his girlfriend via Skype in the evenings. He missed her terribly, and spending a February evening alone in a hotel room was not part of his plans. Fortunately, Kirill was a co-owner of a small construction company with his childhood friend Mikhail. Persuading the confirmed bachelor to stay and sign an important contract with his deputy, Kirill raced home to Katerina at full speed.

"Katrin, darling, hello. I'm on my way, another hundred kilometers and I'll be with you. Are you waiting for me, dear? Really? And what are you wearing? A negligee, stockings... ooh, bunny, I can't wait to see you. Damn, it's snowing heavily here, just my luck. Yes, yes, I'm being careful. Of course, darling, I've missed you so much. Very soon I'll be kissing your sweet lips. Yes, see you soon, Katrin. I love you."

Putting the mobile phone on the dashboard, Kirill took a deep breath, imagining his girlfriend in sexy lingerie. Fantasies swirled in his head, he tensed up a bit, but continued to watch the road carefully. The silver Toyota Corolla confidently cut through the frosty air and sped along the snowy highway. The snow was intensifying, and the evening twilight was already pressing down on the gray haze of the road. Kirill turned on the high beams and reined in his car's enthusiasm. Suddenly, ahead near the shoulder, a dark silhouette of a passenger car blurred in the snowy dance appeared, along with a person standing next to it. In the next fifteen minutes, not a single car passed Kirill, and no fellow travelers were visible behind him either. So, he was possibly the only one who could help this person. Kirill turned on the right turn signal, slowed down, and stopped behind the Chevrolet Tahoe parked on the shoulder. He zipped up his jacket, pulled up his hood, and got out of the car. A sharp gust of wind and stinging small snowflakes made him squint. Approaching the "unfortunate" stranger (there was no other way to describe him in such weather and situation), Kirill was surprised to see a short, unusually dressed old man, about seventy years old, in front of him. He was wearing a black tailcoat, black trousers, white gloves, and a top hat on his head. As if straight from a Venetian ball.

"What happened? Do you need help?" Kirill asked loudly, assuming the elderly man might not hear him in such weather.

The stranger not only heard him well but also replied in a very clear, pleasant, well-modulated voice:

"Thank you, young man, for not refusing help at such a late hour and in such cold. You see, the car keeps stalling, and my phone is dead," the elderly man said, pulling a modern mobile phone from his pocket as if to demonstrate its uselessness in its "dead" state.

"I see. Let me check what's wrong with your car."

"I would be very grateful if you would allow me to make a call from your mobile phone," the old man smiled.

Kirill returned to his car, took his mobile phone, and handed it to the stranger. Then he opened the hood of the Chevrolet and began examining the parts. Meanwhile, the elderly man was talking to someone on the phone. Due to the strong gust of wind and the rustling hood over his head, Kirill couldn't hear the entire conversation, only the old man's last phrase: "Rudolf, everything will be fine. See you soon." Finishing the call, the stranger approached Kirill and politely handed back the phone.

"Thank you."

"But that's only temporary, you'll still have to go to a service center."

"You know your way around cars quite well. I'm very grateful to you."

"Oh, it's nothing, I've loved tinkering with machinery since I was young. My brother taught me about cars. He's a master at it."

Kirill wiped his hands on a handkerchief and, casting a surprised glance at the elderly man, remarked with a smirk:

"You're dressed rather inappropriately for the weather."

"Ah, yes. You see, I'm a theater actor and I'm on my way to tonight's performance. Today's... a special show. Did you get a gift for your girlfriend?" the old man asked, smiling in an unusual way.

"How does he know I have a girlfriend?" Kirill thought, but hurried to reply.

"Oh, just small things, candy, flowers, wine. I'm returning from a business trip, didn't have time or space to buy anything else."

"Then I have something for you." The old man smiled again, opened the trunk, took out a small case, and presented it to Kirill. "Here, take it. This is, so to speak, my gift to you in gratitude for your help."

"Uh... what's in here?" Kirill asked somewhat uncertainly, taking the small but weighty case in a leather cover.

"It's a game for two."

"A game?" Kirill asked, surprised and a bit dejectedly, already thinking the old man might not be quite right in the head.

"Yes, yes, believe me, it's a very exciting game. It will help you experience amazing, I would even say, magical sensations. And it will greatly spice up your intimacy."

The stranger smiled that unusual smile again, turned to his car, and hurried away, thanking Kirill once more for his help and wishing him success. Kirill, without delay, also got into his car and continued his journey.

Katerina was waiting for Kirill, as they say, in full battle gear. Light snacks and two tall glasses adorned the festively set table. The girl had put on her promised seductive outfit, curled her hair, and done her evening makeup. She met her beloved at the threshold in a satin robe, from under the hem of which the lace trim of stockings peeked out.

"You look absolutely stunning!" Kirill said tenderly, taking off his jacket. "I've missed you so much, I'm ready to enter your 'pussy' right here and now."

Saying this, the man hugged the girl just below the waist and greedily pressed his lips to hers.

"I assume you're hungry," Katerina asked caringly, breaking away from her beloved's lips.

"I'm very hungry! I'm so hungry I could bite your butt. It's so sweet."

The girl giggled, coyly leading Kirill to the kitchen.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot," the man said, already halfway to the kitchen. "I brought your favorite wine and candy."

Kirill took a bottle and a box of chocolates from the bag and placed them on the countertop. Then he took out the case given by the stranger, turned it over in his hands, and, without saying anything, returned to the hallway.

"What's that?" Katerina asked.

"Oh, just... some game. I suppose it's a board game. I helped an old man on the road, and he supposedly gave it to me as a thank you. Probably some nonsense."

Returning to the kitchen, Kirill opened the champagne and made a toast: "May our love always be fiery and passionate!" After drinking, the couple began sharing events of the past days and trying the snacks. Feeling satiated, Kirill felt an even more pronounced hunger for affection and love. He approached the girl, knelt by her knees, lifted the edge of her robe, and kissed the exposed part of her thigh. Then he slipped his hands under the robe and whispered, "Darling, I can't wait any longer. I'll take a quick shower, and you wait for me in the bedroom." When Kirill went to the bathroom, Katerina, following the guy's request, headed to the bedroom. However, in the hallway, her gaze stopped on the unusual case, clad in dense mahogany-colored leather. The girl looked carefully at the unfamiliar object and carried it to the bedroom. Sitting comfortably on the neatly made bed, Katerina began examining the case closely. Judging by its weight, it was made of dense wood, with leather trim and unusual engraving on top. In the intricate tangle of lines and raised figures, silhouettes of men and women copulating in various positions could be discerned. "This is getting interesting," the girl thought and tried to open the two latches. The locks were stiff, requiring some effort. After several attempts, the locks gave way, and the case opened into three panels, forming a single playing field. At that moment, Kirill entered the room with a towel wrapped around his hips.

"Darling, sorry, I couldn't resist my curiosity. Let's play!"

"Katrin, I'm burning with desire to make love to you right now, and you want to play games?"

"Sweetie, I think it's interesting. How about for a wish? If you win, I'll fulfill any wish of yours. Okay?"

"For a wish?" Kirill asked hesitantly. "Well, okay, let's do it. But what do we even need to do? Let's figure it out."

"Katyusha, it seems to be written in English here."

Unlike Kirill, Katerina was proficient in English, so she moved closer to him and began reading aloud:

"Game for two. Roll the dice and follow the task. Once the game has started, it must be completed. Red square—extra turn, green—skip a turn. You may only take the next turn after completing the task. The winner is the first to reach the end of the path."

"But where are the tasks themselves?" Kirill asked after a moment's thought and began examining the entire game again, trying to find anything else useful. But there was nothing else anywhere.

"Let's start, and we'll figure it out as we go. Maybe they appear here?" the girl suggested, pointing her finger at an unusual circle in the center of the board.

Kirill shrugged, then looked at his beloved and, smiling, said:

"Okay. But you go first."

"Why me?"

"Well, whose idea was it to play this game?"

Kirill handed the dice to the girl and placed two wooden figurines on the starting positions of the two paths. Katerina, covering the dice with both palms, shook them and, with some trepidation, carefully threw them onto the board. The numbers 2 and 6 came up. Before the girl could pick up the figurine shaped like a female silhouette, the figurine itself moved forward 8 squares in an extraordinary manner. Katerina held her breath in surprise and looked at Kirill with wide eyes. He looked at her with equal astonishment but immediately turned his gaze to the text that had appeared in the center of the glass circle.

"Darling, it seems you were right. Some strange technology is used here. But it looks very ancient."

"Maybe it's magic?" the girl whispered quietly and began reading aloud the red words appearing on the dark background. "Black mask, high heel. A melody that ignites feelings. Play, beauty, with your body, awaken the male flesh... What does this mean?" the girl asked, bewildered.

But, having said this, she no longer expected an answer to her question, as a new one arose. Katerina felt something tighten around her body below her chest, making it hard to sit in the same position: high-gloss boots appeared on her feet. Everything happened so instantly that the girl didn't even notice how a mask resembling butterfly wings appeared on her face. Kirill couldn't believe his eyes: "Wow! Katya, is that you?" But the girl seemed not to hear the guy anymore, instead looking at her attire with surprise and even fright. And as if they were no longer in their bedroom: everything around was shrouded in semi-darkness, neither walls nor familiar furniture were visible. Only the bed and light around it. Before the girl could look around and examine her entire outfit, non-rhythmic but beautiful music began to play. Usually, such melodies accompany erotic scenes in movies. At first, Katerina couldn't understand what it all meant, where the melody was coming from, or what she needed to do. Kirill, meanwhile, was completely speechless from everything happening and, with wide eyes, watched the girl in her unusual attire. But the music continued, and unexpectedly, Katerina noticed her body beginning to yield to the rhythm of the melody. At first, she moved somewhat cautiously, reluctantly, but after a couple of moments, she began to feel the rhythm and sound penetrating her consciousness. Her body was filled with some incomprehensible charge that she wanted to release in time with the music. Her movements became more fluid, the girl moved more confidently and performed body movements previously unknown to her. Moreover, she had never danced and couldn't even imagine her body was capable of such things. Yet now it was all real. She writhed, rhythmically moved her hips, beckoning with the language of body movements. The black, tight-fitting corset emphasized her figure, following its curves. The tight leather skirt, stockings, and high-heeled patent leather boots complemented her sexuality perfectly. Her image alone at that moment could have given Kirill an erection, let alone the dance. The man watched his girlfriend and was afraid to blink, lest he miss a single movement. It seemed she had gotten so into it that she completely forgot where she was and why. Overwhelmed by emotions filling his body and mind, Kirill felt a terrible desire not just to make love, as he usually called it, but to drive his cock into the girl right now without any foreplay. Extremely aroused, he could no longer sit still and only tried to jump up from the bed towards the "dancer" when, unaccustomed, he was blinded by a bright light. He closed his eyes, then, squinting slightly, opened them and saw that he was again sitting on the bed in their bedroom. Opposite him, Katerina stood in her home robe, looking bewildered. For a moment, he thought it was some kind of dream or a hallucination from lack of sleep, but these thoughts were chased away by the strong erection lifting the towel on his hips.

"What was that?"

"I don't know," the girl said, smiling and as if on wings, hopped onto the bed. She definitely liked what had happened and was clearly ready to continue, indicating with her gaze that it was Kirill's turn.

"That's some kind of devilry! You were just dancing in front of me, and now suddenly you're sitting here again as if nothing happened. That was you, right? Do you remember what happened?"

"Yes, Kirill, that was me, but what happened, I remember very vaguely, like a dream. Everything started and ended so quickly that I didn't understand anything. But I'm terribly curious about what's next. Come on, roll, it's your turn now! We've already started, we need to finish."

"No, I know you have a lively nature, but not to this extent!