Competition becomes Titillation.

Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

I

completely forgot that I was just in my panties, otherwise I probably

wouldn't have sandwiched myself between the seats again as I lunged for

the keys. It didn't even cross my mind until I turned the ignition

unsuccessfully twice and swore.

"We drained the battery," I groaned. "Shit. My mom's going to be a nightmare about this."

"Uh-huh," came the somewhat-distracted response from behind me, and that's when I realized my ass was basically in Ashton's face.

At

least that time I wasn't stuck on the ice scraper. I crawled as

gracefully as I could out from the space between the seats, which was

not gracefully at all, and looked at him. Lightning picked that moment

to flash again, muted by the filter of fog that clung to the car

windows. Brightness hung in the air, flickering slightly as it revealed

Ashton hurriedly adjusting the front of his boxers. He looked up,

alarmed, and I looked down, enthralled by the sight of something very stiff tenting the fabric.

All at once, the lightning faded, and we were left in the warm darkness all over again.

"Guess that's that," he said with a weak laugh.

"Guess so," I replied.

"Too bad. I was, uh, looking forward to winning that one."

I

licked my lips and glanced down. The screen of my Switch didn't do much

to light the space, but I could still see the vague outline of his

erection.

"We could keep playing," I whispered.

"What?"

"I

mean, it's not like the car is going to get any less dead if we stay

out here." I picked up my Switch. "Mine's still got some battery left.

We just, um, would need to take turns. Change up the rules a bit."

He raised an eyebrow. "What're the rules?"

I hadn't quite thought that far ahead. I glanced down at my screen, watching the racers circle the track.

"Distraction," I said.

"What?"

I held my Switch out to him. "Distraction. I pick a track, you play the race, I do my best to; distract you while you're racing. You do your best to come in first."

He cleared his throat. "What happens if I win?"

"You get to choose what comes off."

"And if I lose?"

I smirked. "I get to choose."

He took the Switch carefully. "So how does distraction work? What are the, uh, rules?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, I think touching is okay. As long as the person can still physically play the game."

He nodded eagerly. "Sounds good."

"No

removing clothes, since that's; you know. The prize. But; " I cleared

my throat, almost feeling lightheaded. "Hands can go under things."

"Seems fair."

"And, um; that's all I can think of."

"One more," he said. "Final rule still applies, regardless of who's driving and who's, uh, distracting."

By

that point, I wouldn't have been surprised if my skin was just

permanently stained red from all the blushing I'd been doing. "Yeah."

He smiled. "So, what track am I playing?"

He

didn't complain about my choice, which was good because I picked one at

random. As the music signaling the start of the race began to play,

Ashton met my eyes one last time.