Expierments
She sat on my bed on the other side of the game board, knees wide, ankles crossed and tucked under her thighs, concentrating on the game. It was her move and she was moving the pieces in her mind, planning my destruction. Over the last couple of years since I taught her to play Chess I had a winning record but this time I was on the defensive as she attacked relentlessly, pressing her queen into the fray against my king. I studied her as she plotted my demise. She was rapidly approaching maturity, the end of her transformation from awkward pubescence to an alluring young woman. She might have not even been done developing but in the past few months I’d been entertaining some very erotic but forbidden thoughts about her. Looking at her …