It started out as a simple bet, but neither myself nor my girlfriend April could have possibly imagined how exciting and intense it was going to get.

The bet went like this. We would each get an attempt at something, which we'll get to in a minute. If we both failed, we would call it even. If we both succeeded, we would call it even. But if one of us failed and the other succeeded... well, we hadn't really worked out what the consequences would be. We were more in it for the experience than the end result.

The challenge, if one would want to call it that, was this. While one of us was streaming on Twitch, the other would sit right next to them, and proceed to slowly get them all worked up. The catch was that the streamer would not be allowed to give away what was being done to them. They would have to hold back all semblance of a reaction, no moaning, no heavy breathing, and just sit still and endure it, all the way through to full orgasm. If even one person in the chat figured out what was happening, the streamer would lose the bet. 

On the flipside, though, if the streamer were to make any sort of involuntary sound because of it, such as moaning, but were able to convince the chat that there was a different reason for the sound, even if by lying, they'd be fine. Just one of those necessary side rules, you know.

I could not fathom how anyone could possibly have been more excited than I was as I sat down next to April to begin her turn at the challenge. But I could tell by the look in April's eyes that she was probably even more excited than I was. Neither of us had come in the last four days, and we were both horny as hell.  We had decided that we didn't want the game to be too much of a distraction, 'cause we both knew that playing anything that required constant attention would be very difficult to do while being worked up, so we went with an old standard, Stardew Valley.

As she began her stream, I could already hear flutters in her voice. Not something that most people would notice, as they didn't know her as well as I did. As she started up the game, I just waited. I didn't want to jump into things too soon, but April seemed to agree, and with the passing of about 10 to 15 minutes, it's almost like both of us had forgotten what we were doing. Slowly, though, the realization of what we were about to commit to came to the both of us, and I could almost feel the heat radiating off of April's body from feet away as anticipation started to sink in. 

By a half hour in, April was visibly uncomfortable, squirming in her chair, even though I had not even touched her once yet. A part of me wondered if I was even going to have to do anything at all. Within the next 15 minutes or so, I noticed she was sweating. I thought maybe she had had enough, that maybe I should have just relieved her right then and there, but I continued to wait. She shot me a few expectant looks, as though to ask me why I wasn't doing anything, but I simply shrugged back, and the realization came over her as clearly as if I had said it out loud. We hadn't exactly agreed to which point in the stream we were going to do it. Her agony was slowly becoming my agony, as the bulge in my pants was tremendous.

Over the next 20 or so minutes after that, a few sporadic comments in chat were starting to acknowledge her disjointed gameplay, and yes, with every passing minute, her concentration was visibly waning. I decided she had had enough, and that the bet was starting to veer towards unfair. I scooted closer to begin working on her. I stayed out of view of her webcam as I reached in with my arm and creeped my way up her skirt. Just as my hand brushed lightly against her inner thigh, April's knees clamped together defensively. Almost as if I could have taken her all the way with a mere touch, and she hadn't quite mentally prepared to hold back her reaction to it. She stopped playing for a few seconds and leaned forward with her eyes closed, arms clasped tightly over her midsection. Her stomach was lurching, and the desire was billowing inside of her like a thick smoke.

"I'm sorry," she said to her chat. "Just got a bit of a tummy ache."

She recovered quickly, more quickly than I had anticipated, but I could see in her eyes that this was driving her crazy. She continued to gingerly tap the keyboard buttons, trying to feign something resembling gameplay, but she clearly wished that her fingers were elsewhere. I couldn't believe how well she was able to control her voice. I slowly reached over again. April sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to get away with delaying it further, and I could see her arms trembling as my fingers crept slowly up her skirt and made their way for the sweet spot. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she was soaking wet already. This probably wasn't going to take very long.

Almost the exact moment that my fingers made contact with her, she instinctively let out a moan. She quickly coughed just afterward, and made an impressive act of pretending as though the moan had just been a wayward breath of air caused by the fake cough. I giggled silently to myself, wondering if she was going to be able to keep from doing that again. Fortunately for her, it didn't seem like anyone in the chat had figured it out. My fingers were still on the surface of her slushy, slippery clit, unmoving. I began to dabble lightly along the surface. I had never seen her squirm as much as she did for that agonizingly long five minutes, and I was more turned on than I had been in months. Good thing our chairs didn't squeak.

Finally, after noticing that she was getting annoyed with me, I proceeded to slow down, and inch my way inside of her, massaging around any spot I could find from my current position.

April was struggling hard to control her breathing at this point, and honestly, so was I. She breathed through her nose to keep it as quiet as possible, but by this point, I could already feel precum starting to dribble from inside of me. I wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. Meanwhile, April's commentary was becoming increasingly sparse, as she repeatedly found herself closing her eyes and cocking her head back, trying to catch her breath. We hadn't really made any stipulations in the bet about whether commentary was required during the heavy moments, or how much of it. So as kind of an unspoken rule, it was okay if the streamer said nothing, although it would count against them if the chat made note of the fact that they weren't speaking. Anything that the chat deemed out of the ordinary counted as the streamer losing the bet, as the point of the bet was not to give away that something was going on. Fortunately, this was not likely to happen, as silence can become pretty common over the course of a long stream.

I sank my fingers into her a little deeper, just tiny little bits at a time, and it only got hotter the deeper I went. April seemed to respond to every last millimeter of my movement inside of her, from an involuntary eye twitch to a smile to a small, cute noise which she was easily able to attribute to something in the game. Watching her face was like watching a mosaic of pleasure, and every reaction of hers was so vivid that I couldn't control myself, and I felt my own abdominal muscles tighten up on their own. I struggled to hold still as the pleasure coursed through me, fluids bursting and flushing out of me in a series of unbridled, repeated gushes into my pants. I squinted and gritted my teeth, laying my forehead against the armrest of her chair, disappointed in myself for losing it so soon. April giggled, realizing what had just happened. I kept my fingers still inside of her as I felt my thick, frothy splutter catapulting out of me. It took almost everything I had not to wreck her shit with my fingers in there, but it somehow wouldn't have felt fair if I had done that. Somehow, I managed to stay quiet, but she still had a much harder job today than I did.

After a couple of minutes, not wanting to disappoint April, I went back to work on her. I tenderly moved around her insides with my fingers, and again marveled at how difficult it was becoming for her to keep her cool and play the game. I was still only about halfway in with my fingers, so I decided to move in a little faster. April wasn't expecting it, and made a loud, inhaling "Sssss" sound. Just then, she deliberately took damage in the game to make it look like she was reacting to it, making sure to round out the story with a little quip about how her commentary might be a little desynced. This girl sure was quick on her feet.

A few minutes later, I could feel April pulsing and boiling with desire. She was getting so close, as I was now knuckle-deep inside of her with my first three fingers, slithering around inside of her and soaking wet with her hot, scalding fluids. I have no idea how she managed to keep her composure with what I was doing to her. She even managed to feign a decent commentary in spite of the aching desire ravaging her from the inside out. She was obviously on the brink of losing control. And then, it happened. I hit upon a really sensitive spot of hers, completely by accident.

April arched her back in response and squealed. I smiled to myself, realizing I had basically just won this bet, so long as I would be able to control myself when my turn came. Point was, at least now I couldn't flat-out lose. My eyes darted to the chat for the inevitable response. But April was faster than I realized. Her eyes darted to a random spot on her desk, and she quickly made an excuse about how a spider had just dropped from the ceiling. Her breath and voice was fluttering out of control, but there was nothing suspicious about reacting that way to a spider, so she was still off the hook. She told the stream she was going to get rid of it, and went to the subscreen and muted her mic. Chat reacted accordingly, and no one suspected that anything other than a spider had sat down beside her.

April looked to me with her eyes nearly as large as quarters, hair damp with her sweat, and begged me to finish her off. How desperately I wanted to. But that was not the bet. We had to stream straight through to the end of orgasm, and for her to get to finish hers offscreen wouldn't have been fair. I tried to explain this to her, but in her current state, I didn't have the highest hopes that she could be reasoned with. To my surprise, though, April lowered her head, bit her lip and nodded meekly. My fingers hadn't left her insides this whole time, and I could feel a fresh deluge of warmth and wetness as her heartbeat accelerated. Somehow I knew in that moment, I was going to marry this girl. 

She was clearly nervous, and understandably so, because there was more to lose than a bet here. Being caught behaving like this on stream could have gotten her account suspended, or worse. Not to mention the reputation that would come with it. Neither of us had even considered those ramifications when we had agreed to the bet. It just seemed like a little silly thing we could do for the heck of it. Now that we had come this far, though, it felt weird to just abandon the bet at this point. We were too invested.

April was trembling now, because she knew that the moment she went back live, I was going to go straight for that same spot that had jolted her last time. I whispered in her ear that I would give her at least a minute to let people know that she was back. It would have been cheap for me to just gun right for her the second she got back on.

With that, she unmuted her mic and continued to play the game. Her fingers were trembling so badly, it's a wonder she managed to play at all. I kept my fingers still as she said hi to everybody and let them know that she had gotten rid of the "spider". Several seconds of silence passed, April trying so hard to disguise her hasty breathing, and I decided to make my move. I didn't have to move my fingers much.  As I grazed over that super sensitive spot, she arched her back again, pushing herself forward and plunging my fingers straight into her scalding pool of wetness.  She let out a muted sort of gulp, closing off her throat to hold back whatever might come out. As April passed that exquisite point of no return, her character on screen walked into a wall for a second or two, and she barely managed to notice from inside the throes of what was coming. She eked out an "Oops," and began to swing her character back in a different direction. 

April gritted her teeth behind her closed lips. Her bottom eyelids strained to the side, struggling to stay still as the gigantic orgasm washed over her. A huge, brimming garden of flowers blossomed to life inside of her again and again. My fingers continued to work that spot, welcoming the onslaught of her warm, creamy love that began to spring from everywhere. April feigned a few coughs with her mouth shut, using every ounce of her strength to hold still as I worked her over. She crossed her ankles tightly below, clamping the seat chair with her knees just to stop herself from convulsing, desperatly pushing for more, needing more. She never knew she could come this hard, but it felt so unbelievably good to her that she started to feel dizzy, like she was on the verge of passing out. April's eyes welled up with tears as she was trying so hard to concentrate on the screen and just keep her character moving in any direction that wasn't against a wall. She stopped to grab a tissue and discreetly wipe the tears away.

April had been holding her breath without even realizing it. I have no idea how she managed to keep the first gasp for air as quiet as she did, with her throbbing orgasm continuing to mercilessly pulse and pound inside of her. There were a few moments there where I thought she was never going to stop, not that I wanted her to. Her gameplay was nothing short of miraculous, given how hard she was trying to funnel every last morsel of pleasure from her tired, aching body. Gush after gush of her sizzling melange kept spittling out and splattering my already soaked fingers and hands. I pushed in and out again and again, working her out, draining her until every last luscious pearl of love was spent.  

In the stream, April managed to say a few filler words: "Anyway," "Let's see here," or whatever. People did ask about the tears. She was able to brush it off to a combination of tummy ache, spider, and that time of the month. She even acknowledged a newcomer in the chat, but none of them ever could have possibly imagined how much she was writhing on the other side of the screen. I was absolutely dumbstruck and swelling with admiration at how well she kept herself together.

As her moment slowly wound down to a close, I could see April unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, which she never did, just trying to get some fresh air. I slowly slid my fingers out now, which were completely sodden. You could almost hear the sound of slippery wetness as my fingers retracted from her exhausted cocoon. Meanwhile, the mound in my pants was enormous once again. I had never come twice in succession like this before. Neither of us had expected the few minutes afterward to be as hard as they were, but April handled them with unbelievable finesse, and incredibly, no one was the wiser about the whole thing.

After the stream was over, I put my arm around April's and cradled her close to me, the two of us both hot, sweaty, soaking in our own fluids and just happy to be together.

I know now, though, after seeing what April has gone through, that there's no way in hell I am going to win this bet.