It was the Shadowrun game to end all Shadowrun games. I mean, we had everything. Vampires, kender, ancient Aztec gods, feathered serpents, crazy riggers, a three-eyed troll, a toothbrush salesman, and it ended with a bang, as the house exploded.
Somewhere in there, my main NPC, a burned-out mage, and Maxi, the rigger, fell into something more, something...different. A burned-out mage who discovered her real feelings, something to ease the eternal ache...
...and the first gaming erotica to which I was ever exposed.
Oh, I suppose in retrospect it was like most good first times, kind of clumsy, and messy. I remember it with a fond, sentimental smile. Just an e-mail I ran across after school, I never associated it with the fellow behind it as a flirt. It felt so much like a part of the story, just another scene, even if I hadn't written it as GM. I never even questioned its appropriateness.
A few months later, the same fellow introduced me to Amber.