Playing the Panties Game, part 1 (mf, voy, Mdom, nc?, hum, no sex)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary: Sequel to ‘The Creampie Game’: two boys team up to play a marginally 
less sexual internet game which is all about humiliating girls…



“We should totally team up for ‘the panties game’,” I said.

“Yea; sounds good,” Eli replied before asking, “So, who should do what?”

“Ah…well, I guess who ever is closer to the girl should be the one to lift up 
her skirt…” I began reasoning.

“And the other one’ll take the picture,” Eli completed my thought.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“So what girl should we do first?” Eli asked.

“Hmm…” I thought for several seconds.

Then Eli suggested, “What about Mara?  She seemed to like it when you played 
‘the creampie game’ on her…”

“Yea…” I thought about the idea for a second before concluding, “And since 
she’s my girlfriend she won’t complain about me lifting up her skirt.”

Little more than a second later we were headed off to find my girlfriend Mara.

***

I couldn’t believe our luck when I saw Mara: she was wearing a white tank-top, 
white tennis skirt, and a pair of white sneakers; while standing next to the 
fence at the edge of the tennis court talking to one of her friends.  And, 
even better: she was facing away from us.

Eli took a position about ten feet behind her and pulled out his phone, while 
I snuck up behind my girlfriend.  

Then, when I was a little less than an arms-length behind her, I reached down 
and put the tips of my fingers under the bottom of her skirt.  I quickly moved 
my hand up: flipping up the back of her skirt.  

A fraction of a second later I heard the little <click> sound of the camera in 
Eli’s phone snapping a picture.  And a fraction of a second after that Mara 
spun around; her hand up as if she was going to slap me in the face.  When she 
saw my face she lowered her hand while saying, “Damn it Billy; I thought you 
were some asshole playing ‘the panties game’ on me…”  

I kissed Mara on the cheek before saying, “I’m not some asshole…”

Mara smiled at me before saying, “Yea, I know: you’re like the best boyfriend 
ever…”

We ended up talking about this and that for a good hour before Eli suggested we 
better get going.

***

Eli and I walked for several hundred feet before I said, “Let me see the pic.”

Eli flipped through the menus on his phone until he got the pic he’d snapped 
of Mara’s panties.  As he handed me the phone, he said “Normal white one’s…”   

He was right: nothing special to look at.  Although, the white cotton fabric 
did cradle Mara’s round ass-cheeks quite well…  I handed Eli his phone back.  

Just as I was about to ask who we should do next, Fiona appeared from around 
the corner ahead of us.  Seeing us she held her right hand up and extended her 
middle finger as she began speaking, “Go to HELL you FUCKING BASTARD!”

“What’d I do?” I asked even though I was one-thousand percent certain she was 
talking to Eli.

“Not you Billy, I was talking to my EX-boyfriend: FUCKING BASTARD…” Fiona 
replied before turning her back towards us and quickly walking away from us.

Turning to Eli, I asked, “’Ex?’ when did you guys break up?”

He shrugged his shoulders before saying, “Its news to me: I thought we were 
still together…”

“STILL TOGETHER!???” Fiona chaffed as she did an about face, “How STUPID are 
you that you’d think I’d be with a BASTARD who pulled the FUCKING ‘CREAMPIE 
GAME’ on me!”  After bitching out Eli, she did another about face and continued 
walking away from us.

“I totally got an idea,” Eli began whispering, “…be ready to take a pic.”  He 
half-jogged up to Fiona.  

He only managed to say, “Fiona baby…” before she took a swing at him.  Clearly 
he had been expecting her to take a swing at him, because Eli quickly bent 
down to avoid getting hit.  He extended his arm as if to steady his balance; 
then as he stood back up, he used the tips of the fingers on his extended arm 
to flip up Fiona’s skirt.  

The instant I saw the bottom of her skirt begin to lift up, I began snapping 
one pic after another as quickly as my phone’s camera would let me.  

“Now you’re playing the FUCKING ‘PANTIES GAME’ on me!?” Fiona began bellowing, 
“You FUCKING ROTTEN PIECE of SHIT!!!”

“Language young lady,” an elderly woman who was standing on the porch of the 
house Eli and Fiona were standing in front of chastised.

“But this bastard…” Fiona began trying to defend what she’d just called Eli 
to the elderly woman.

“Okay fine: we’re not together anymore,” Eli said before taking a couple steps 
away from Fiona.  

Before he could walk back to where I was pretending to be texting on my phone, 
the elderly woman said, “Young man, you should get a better girlfriend; one 
who doesn’t insult you…” the volume of her voice dropped significantly enough 
that I didn’t catch much more of what she said, but I was pretty sure I heard 
the word “grand-daughter”…

***

After Eli and I made our exit, we headed to the park.  

In a matter of seconds Eli demanded to see the pictures I’d taken.  I flipped 
through the menus on my phone until I got the first of the pics I’d snapped of 
Fiona’s panties.  

“Ouh…  Bright red satin bikini’s…” I commented.

“Damn…” Eli sounded depressed.

“What?” I interrupted

“I would’a loved to have gotten to take those off her,” Eli commented before 
adding, “Almost makes me wish I hadn’t played ‘the creampie game’ on Fiona…”

“Yea,” I half commiserated, before adjusting the subject slightly, “Maybe we 
should post these pics to the ‘panties game’ room on ViewPage, now so we won’t 
forget about them.” 

“Good idea,” Eli commented.  

An instant later he was pulling out his phone and uploading the pic he’d taken 
of Mara to ViewPage; while I was uploading the pics I’d taken of Fiona.