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The Stripping Games Trilogy
By frog (frogintexas@hotmail.com)
(C) Copyright 1999 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described
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Trilogy Part 2: Screw Your Neighbor
(The sequel to "The Stripping Games: Strip Poker")
The Plan
I found Nina sitting in the music school's student lounge. After our
evening of strip poker with Lee, Phyllis, Doug, and Jack the weekend
before, I was eager to talk to her. She looked stunning, as usual, with
her dark hair pulled back and a long slinky black skirt with a burgundy
blouse made from the same type cloth. She draped across a ratty old
lounge chair. The clinging material in her outfit draped across her and
revealed that she was not wearing a bra that day. Her nipples almost
winked at me from behind the soft fabric. I took a seat next to her
trying not to be too obvious in staring at her nipples.
"Any problems, regrets, guilt, or anything after our little party," I
whispered.
"Phyllis had a raging headache the next day from a bit too much Tequila,
but otherwise, no one was the worse for wear," she smiled. Her eyes
twinkled as she spoke. "It was quite an experience for everyone. I
certainly don't feel guilty or embarrassed. And, I think that even
Phyllis, good Baptist Phyllis, thought it was fun deep down inside."
"Deep down inside?" I said feigning shock. It was pretty obvious to me
given that way Phyllis had stared at Doug's and Jack's dicks that either
she enjoyed the view or she was extremely curious. "What did she
actually say?"
"Well, that's a little secret among us girls," Nina said with that
naughty, mischievous look on her face. I loved the way her nose
crinkled up a little when she made a slightly naughty comment. "But, I
can tell you that we all enjoyed seeing Jack in all his glory. And, we
wanted a bit...ah...more complete look at Doug. He certainly has a way
of commanding one's attention. Whew! And, I won't tell you what we
said about you!" Nina smiled that ear-to-ear smile of hers and giggled.
"I won't tell you what the other guys said about you either
then...except for our extreme disappointment in your sweatshirt 'cover-
up' routine! Jeez! Cheaters never win, you know!" My scolding touched
Nina's competitive nerve.
"That wasn't cheating! That was simply good strategic play!" she
argued. "Anyway, you got a small peek at me, thanks to Jack, and I
didn't get an equal opportunity with you. You didn't have to show
anything, you turkey!" She pursed her lips into a big pout and raised
one eyebrow.
"I guess that calls for a rematch," I said hoping that she would take
the bait without me being too obvious.
"Like I said the other night, maybe yes and maybe no. But, don't get
your hopes up, big boy. That may have been a once-in-a-lifetime
experience. Anyway, I have my recital coming up in a few days, so I
need to concentrate on the piano for now." She paused and gave me that
Nina look. "I will need some coffee and company occasionally, however,"
she hinted.
"I'm happy to provide that service!" I said standing and bowing low.
"You are a sweetheart," she said. Nina hopped up and gave me a quick
kiss on the cheek. And just as quickly, she was off at her usual break
neck speed with heals clicking loudly on the tile floor.
I watched as her wonderfully tight ass swayed out the lounge door. She
looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled. I touched the place on
my cheek where she had kissed me. I could still smell her perfume
lingering in space. She was one spectacular lady.
Jack came in the door carrying his flute just as she went out. Clearly
he had noticed Nina's braless tits also. "I can't believe we didn't
uncover those magnificent little melons when we had the chance," Jack
lamented.
"Maybe we'll have another opportunity," I said. "We just need to bring
it up, so to speak, at just the right moment."
"Any of those three women can bring it up for me just by walking into
the room," laughed Jack.
Then the idea hit me. "Let's plan a party at your place after Nina's
recital! She will be ready then to party big time. Ok?"
"Done!" said Jack as we both discretely made strategic penis adjustments
in our pants. The thought of a game #2 affected us both in a distinctly
familiar way.
We both burst out laughing at the coincidence.
The Humiliation
Nina's recital was stunning. She played with such grace and passion.
She simply swept you away with the emotion in her music. Sometimes she
played so delicately that the instrument seemed to sing with her
caresses and other times she lifted herself completely off the piano
bench with the massive force of her touch.
"See you at Jack's." I said after the performance as the numbers of her
back stage admirers began to diminish.
"Tell Jack that I had to invite some of the faculty to the party as a
courtesy. I really don't think any of them will actually come. And, if
they do, they won't stay long." Nina not only was musically proficient,
but she knew how to endear herself to her teachers as well.
By the time Nina arrived later at Jack and Doug's house, the party was
in full swing. It didn't take Nina long to catch up. In a short time,
there wasn't a certifiable designated driver in the whole group!
Jack and Doug lived in a little, old farmhouse about four miles out in
the country. Their house had a screened-in porch all across the front.
The screens obviously had been added long after the original structure
was built. A long, tree-lined drive led up to the house from the main
road. Jack and Doug rented from a family that lived almost a mile back
down that rural county road, so the place was very secluded. Doug
particularly liked it because his rock band could rehearse there and not
disturb anyone but the livestock. And, we enjoyed partying as loudly as
we wanted without also enjoying a visit by the local police.
The party was really heating up when Lee looked out the window and saw a
car making its way up the drive. It was an old green Plymouth,
unmistakably one belonging to faculty member, Dr. Thom Sovitski.
"Oh my god," exclaimed Lee. "It's Sovitski. Who invited him?"
"I did," Nina said rolling her eyes. "He was standing there with
several other faculty when my piano teacher asked everyone over to her
house to celebrate my recital performance. All I could do was tell them
that we had a party planned here, and that they were welcome to come. I
think my piano prof actually was relieved. I guess Sovitski is the only
one brave...or stupid...or bored enough to actually show up."
Thom Sovitski was a young professor, actually an assistant professor in
rank, who taught music theory. He was just out of graduate school, and
actually was not that much older than the rest of us. But, he was light
years older in the way he seemed to us.
Sovitski was the ultimate nerd. He always had a major chalk mark across
his rear end; his wardrobe consisted only of clothes the total opposite
of current fashion; and he actually carried a plastic pocket protector
filled with pens. Despite his nerdiness, he was an extraordinary
scholar and musician-word around the school was that he amazed his
classes with his musical knowledge and his ability to play virtually
anything on the piano while never once stopping his lecture. But,
clearly he was devoid of any social skills.
According to Lee, Nina's roommate, who was in his class, he also was
just as horny as all the rest of us guys. Lee, famous for wearing the
shortest skirts in the school, sat on the front row in his class. She
reported with some pride that he looked every time she crossed or
uncrossed her legs. She enjoyed playing the "almost flashing your
panties game" just to fluster him and to try to make him lose his place
in his lecture. Apparently, he frequently did just that.
Sovitski's car was slowly moving up the drive when suddenly, Jack
shouted, "I have an idea. Everyone be quiet! Lee, quick take off your
blouse!" Jack ran back into his bedroom and emerged with a giant pile
of his and Doug's dirty clothes.
"What?" said Lee in shock.
"Come on, be a sport and take off your blouse--or at least the left
half--and pull your bra strap down off your left shoulder. Quickly!"
Jack opened the front door and tossed the clothes out in a heap on the
front porch. He quickly followed those with several pairs of shoes.
Confusion was clear on all the faces present. "What's up, Jack? Those
are my shoes," said Doug.
"You pervert, Jack!" questioned Lee. "I may be drunk, but I'm not that
drunk."
Jack pulled her close and whispered something in her ear. Slowly an
evil smile crept over Lee's face. "Ok, I'm just drunk enough to do
this, I guess. I think I see my academic career passing before my eyes
though."
Lee was pretty smashed all right. And, she was gorgeous. She slipped
off her blouse revealing a floral bra that snapped in the front. Her
Asian complexion looked fantastic against the colorful bra. She covered
her medium sized breasts with one arm and slipped her bra strap off her
shoulder. I was mystified as she maneuvered her arm through the strap
and tucked it under her arm. My dick began to spring to attention as
well.
"Now, everyone start talking loudly like a party is going on in here,"
instructed Jack. He peeked out the window as Dr. Sovitski's ugly green
car pulled up in front of the house. The professor got out of his car,
made his way up onto the front porch, and knocked on the door. A hush
fell over the party.
Lee cracked open the door, then leaned around the revealing only her
bare left shoulder and arm. In her most coquettish voice, she said,
"Gosh, Dr. Sovitski, we...uh...didn't expect you...ah...well...ah,"
Eyeing the pile of clothes on the porch, she loudly whispered
"Uh...there's something that you need to know...ah...Everyone in here
took off their clothes before they came in." She stopped as if to be at
a loss for words and looked back at the pile of clothes on the porch.
Sovitski looked at the clothes, looked back at Lee and her bare
shoulder, looked back at the clothes, took a deep, audible breath, and
said, "Well...(then a long thoughtful pause)...ok."
Lee gently closed the door almost bursting with laughter. "He said OK,"
she whispered through her stifled giggles. There was dead silence in the
room as the reality of the moment began to finally sink in with
everyone.
There was muted shuffling outside the door. Slowly the doorknob turned,
the door swung open, and there stood Dr. Thom Sovitski, young scholar,
completely naked...except for his black socks! His skinny body seemed
even thinner as he stood there holding his hands over his dick and
balls.
Everyone gasped particularly Dr. Sovitski. When he saw a room full of
fully clothed students staring back at him, his jawed dropped. There
was an awkward moment of silence that seemed to last forever. Then,
without a word, he simply closed the door in front of him and the room
suddenly filled with quiet whelps of stifled laughter. Tears began to
flow all around the room. It was like getting tickled in church, but
being unable to laugh. The harder one tried not to laugh, the greater
the pain and the need to laugh.
Again there was a flurry of activity on the other side of the door.
"I'm going to be expelled," squeaked Lee. "I'm the only one here who
actually is in his damn class. Jesus, I can't believe I actually did
that." She peeped out the window in time to see Dr. Sovitski clutching
some of his clothes and heading for his car.
Lee threw on her blouse and ran out the door after him. "Dr. Sovitski,
wait! Don't leave." She breathlessly caught up with him while
buttoning up her blouse. "That was a pretty cruel trick. I'm sorry if
we...ah...I crossed way over the line. Come back and let us apologize.
Please?" She gave him her most sincere, sad puppy dog look.
She also had buttoned her blouse incorrectly. It was all askance. Lee
unbuttoned her blouse and started over again. When she did, she exposed
her bra-covered cleavage to the professor. She brightened when she
noticed that he glanced more than once at her tits as she tried to get
herself together. Then she really turned on the charm.
"Please, Dr. Sovitski, forgive us. It was all in fun," Lee pleaded.
"Well," said Thom again glancing at Lee's state of undress. "That was
about the most embarrassing thing that I have ever done. I don't know
if I can face those people. Plus, if this ever got spread around
campus, it could threaten my job." He looked as if he had lost his very
last friend.
"Come on, Dr. Sovitski. We all respect you; you're everyone's favorite
prof; and we want you to just hang out with us. The only reason that
the joke got pulled on you was because you were the last to arrive and
we knew that you could take a joke," Lee lied. She realized that he
could make significant trouble for her if he wanted to do so.
Thom Sovitski reluctantly straightened up his clothes. Lee took him by
the hand and led him back in the house. All the rest of us, after
watching the scene unfold outside, burst into loud applause as Lee and
Dr. Sovitski entered the living room. Everyone patted the good
professor on the back; the girls feigned excitement with little sly
little remarks about anatomy; and soon Dr. Sovitski relaxed and laughed
with the rest of us.
"You really had me going there," said Dr. Sovitski exhibiting his
typical gift of gab...or the lack thereof.
The Discovery
As the party went on, the crowd began to dwindle, as did the loudness
level of the music and peoples' ability to think clearly. Thom
Sovitski, after several drinks, found a corner in which he could sit
quietly. Occasionally, someone would go over and strike up a one-sided
conversation with him, but for the most part he was happy getting
pleasantly smashed in the presence of people. This likely was the most
fun he had had in months.
After a while, only the hard-core party people remained--me, Doug, Jack,
Nina, Phyllis, Lee, the good Dr. Sovitski, and a girl named Linda who
was a bit older than the rest of us, a graduate student majoring, like
Nina, in piano performance. Linda was a pretty plain looking
individual, but it was clear that, once one got passed her ordinary
face, there was a terrific body hidden away under there. She had auburn
hair and wore a long "broom stick" pleated skirt and knit top. She had
that type of heavy breasts that tended to undulate every time she took
step.
Linda was tidying up some of the party remains on the kitchen counter
when she accidentally knocked a stack of papers on the floor. Out in
plain view fluttered Jack's copy of the picture that Nina had taken at
our strip poker party. Three or four people stooped at once to help
pick up the papers, so there was no hiding the photo. Jack, with his
partially erect penis pointing at the camera, surrounded by a bevy of
partially clothed people was difficult to overlook.
"And what is this?" gasped Linda. "Oh my god, that's Jack! And I mean
all of Jack!"
"Uh...uh," said Jack grabbing the photo. "It was just a little game
among friends."
Linda grabbed the photo back. "Game? Were you the big winner or the
big loser?" Linda mused. "And you ladies in your underwear? You have
piqued my interest!" She looked around the room awaiting a response.
"We just went wild one night and played strip poker," admitted Nina.
"And, OF COURSE, the guys lost, much to their chagrin."
"And, we demand a rematch, " I shouted. "There was definite deception
as well as creative rule making going on."
Suddenly, there was a crash behind us. Lee stumbled and fell headlong
into the middle of the living room floor knocking over a lamp that Doug
barely caught before more damage occurred. Everyone gasped thinking she
must be hurt. We were greatly relieved when the obviously smashed Lee
began to giggle uncontrollably. Her short skirt road high on her thighs
and there in plain view were her blue floral panties that matched her
bra. I stared directly at those same little wisps of public hair that
had poked out around the edge of her panties in the strip poker game.
Given the angle of her legs, those hairs and the outline of her pubis
were completely visible. I wanted to freeze that moment forever.
Lee pulled herself together as best she could and continued to giggle as
she tugged at her skirt. "OOOOPS," she laughed. "I seem to be exposed
here."
"Are you hurt?" I said trying to act as if I was not staring at her
crotch.
"I'm ok...no known injuries." she slurred. She was shit-faced.
"Somebody needs to drive me home though, I'm afraid." Then she noticed
me staring at her panties. Finally getting her skirt pulled down, she
said, "And, my chauffeur likely should not be Mike. I think he suddenly
has gotten some naughty ideas."
"I have naughty ideas too," said Jack, "but I'll take you home anyway."
Jack bent down and picked Lee up as if she was weightless.
"Bye, everyone," shouted Lee as she threw her arms around Jack's neck.
Jack swung her up higher in his arms, one arm under her shoulders and
one under her legs. When he did so, the bottom of her skirt again fell
away from her body. There, encased in flowered panties was Lee's lovely
ass for all to see. Her labia were outlined by the thin nylon of her
panties. I want to tell Jack to hold that pose forever, but instead,
out the door and into the night went Jack with his precious, inebriated
cargo. That moment would have made the whole evening worthwhile had it
not been for the events that followed.
The Challenge
"Now back to the matter at hand, " said Linda. "You guys actually
played strip poker?"
"No," said Doug dripping with sarcasm. "Every time we get together,
Phyllis just insists that Jack gets naked. It's her thing...about his
thing."
"I do not!" said Phyllis. "Doug, why do you always pick on me, you
turkey? By the way, that's not really me in the picture, Linda."
"Right," said Nina, "That's her stunt double!"
"That's correct," laughed Phyllis. She winked at Doug.
"So, how about that rematch? Or, are you girls to chicken to
play...fairly, that is? Linda, they made up rules as they went along in
the last game. It was not fair. Nina knows that in a fair game, she
would lose. And, she is much too proper to face losing."
These were fighting words to my lovely Nina. Her eyes flashed, her face
turned red, and that twinkle returned in her eye.
"We're not playing strip poker any more and that's final. And, it's not
because I'm chicken, smarty-pants. It's the game that sucks. In real
poker, you play the odds to win-if you don't take a few risks, you will
lose. In strip poker if you play to win, you lose. If you fold on
every hand, you keep your clothes on--like you did, Mr. Mike--so you
actually win by not losing, if that makes sense. The best way to bet in
that last game was not to bet at all!"
Nina had the look of defiant power her eyes. She was right and she knew
it. Given our prior experience, a new game would be reduced to no
betting and a lot of folding. I couldn't argue. Nina's little dimples
occupied most of my limited attention anyway.
"You need a game that has one clear loser after each hand," said Dr.
Sovitski sitting way over in the corner. His statement was so quiet
that we hardly noticed him.
"What's that, Prof?" I said.
"I said you need a simple card game in which everyone wins, except for
one person. Also one in which everyone has equal amounts of risk,
skill, and luck," Sovitski retorted. He almost sounded as if he was
about to launch into one of his lectures.
"Well, poker is not that game," whined Nina. "Why risk your chips by
trying to draw a winning hand, when you can just fold and lose only one
chip? I don't know of any other game that meets Dr. Sovitski's criteria
either, so let's just forget it, why don't we?" Nina demanded.
"Others are entitled to opinions also, you know. How about you, Linda?
Brave enough to try?" I flashed her my biggest, most challenging smile.
Linda blushed through about nine different shades of red. "I don't
know. I'm not sure I know any of you well enough. Can you be trusted?"
She gazed into my blood shot, droopy eyes.
"I believe that this photo proves that we, particularly Jack, are good
sports about it," I muttered.
"I guess then it would depend on the game and the players." Linda
glanced around the room as if she had said something really nasty and
then she looked down stifling a small smile.
Nina couldn't control her competitive streak any longer. "You find the
game and the players that satisfy Linda, mister big shot, and we'll play
you again. And, we women again will beat the pants right off of you!"
"How about 'Screw Your Neighbor?" said Dr. Sovitski quietly from the
corner.
Screw Your Neighbor
"We are all listening," I said after a pregnant pause.
"Screw Your Neighbor is a simple drinking game actually," said Sovitski
reverting to his professorial role. He explained the rules, as follows:
The object of the game is not to end up with the lowest card at the end
of each round. (Ranking, Low to High: Ace, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, Jack,
Queen, King). The dealer deals each player one card face down. Each
player looks at his/her card. If it is a King, the player immediately
flips it over and places it in front of him/herself.
Each round begins with the player to the left of the dealer, making a
simple decision-keeping his card or trading it with the person to his
left. Play proceeds in a clockwise manner with each person either
keeping the card dealt (or traded) to him, or trading with the person on
his left. The dealer, who obviously goes last, has the option of either
keeping his card or trading one from the top of the deck.
A flipped King cannot be traded. Thus, the person to the right of the
King is semi-screwed if the card that he was dealt (or was traded) is a
crappy one, since he is stuck with it for the round.
Players also can get screwed when they trade and get an even lower card
from their neighbor. The neighbor then typically smiles meekly and says
that he likes his card and does not want to trade with the person on his
left. Typically, unless others in the round have really crappy cards,
they too will elect not to trade.
Since the dealer can always trade with the deck (i.e. he is the last to
go and can't get stuck next to a King), he is at an advantage and so the
deal rotates after each round.
After the dealer makes the final choice, all cards are flipped and the
holder of the low card, takes a drink or, in this case, takes off an
article of clothing. If there are ties, all losers must strip.
"Well, Dr. Sovitski, that sounds like a fun little game," said Nina in
her most condescending voice. "Perhaps, someday we'll all get to try
it."
"Sounds like it satisfies the Linda Rule. Let's play...right now," I
said.
"Now?" several people exclaimed all glancing nervously over at Dr.
Sovitski.
"Now!" I repeated. "We need to play dressed as we are right now. It
won't work if you...ah...if we have time to plan unrevealing wardrobes
and how to cheat! It has to be here and now. What about it, Linda?
Does the game meet your criteria? Are you in?"
There was a long pause followed by a giggle that seemed to bubble up
from her. "I guess so," whispered Linda. Linda, to my knowledge, did
not have a regular boyfriend, so she appeared to think that the idea had
great potential. Or, the shear danger of the thought excited her.
"Oh, no!" said Phyllis. "I can see where this is going. I've been at
this juncture before. Linda, Nina, a little restraint here would be
good, don't you think?" She was thinking in particular of the underwear
that she was wearing-underwear considerably more revealing than those
she wore in the last game.
"Think of it, Nina," I said quickly. "Even the name of the game is
appealing. I'll sit on your left, so when you 'screw your neighbor,'
the screwee will be me. Or, don't you think that you girls can win
again?"
"It has to be even numbers of boys and girls," said Nina. "So, if
anyone here says no, it's over and we don't discuss it anymore. Linda?"
she quizzed knowing that Linda was older and likely not drunk enough or
stupid enough to fall for this. If Linda bailed out, as Nina expected
her to do, then Nina could save face.
"No stupid dares, no unwanted advances, no gross stuff, no touching
without permission?" said Linda. Her mind was racing and her face
turned redder and redder.
"Agreed," said Doug, "a friendly game."
"I don't want to be the party pooper, so...ok, I guess I'm in," said
Linda. Nina's jaw dropped.
"Dr. Sovitski?" said Nina. "No offense, but we all are a bit
uncomfortable discussing this in front of you."
A confused look came over Sovitski's face. His look then turned to one
of concern. "Absolute discretion?" said Sovitski.
"Absolute, " I said with authority. I looked directly at Nina. "Plus,
you get to reverse the little trick they played on you and exact a bit
of revenge."
"If worse comes to worse, I can probably find another job." He laughed
awkwardly. "I'll play."
"Damn you, Mike," said Nina. "Prepare to be SCREWED!"
"Oh, shit," sighed Phyllis. "Here we go again." She glanced over in
Doug's direction just in time to see him adjust the large bulge in his
jeans. Involuntarily, Phyllis' nipples grew hard. Secretly she had
hoped for this moment. The hint of what was in Doug's pants that she
saw in the last game had merely increased her appetite.
The Game
"Men have four items to remove in this exact order: Shoes and socks
count as one; then shirt, then pants, then underwear. Women have five
items. Pay close attention, Nina," I said as we moved the furniture
back against the walls in the living room so we could sit in a circle on
the floor.
"Yeah, yeah," said Nina with mock annoyance. "Let me guess, in order,
shoes and socks, blouse, pants or skirt, bra, and panties. Correct?"
"Correct. No cheating either."
Linda, again blushing ferociously, said," I have on pantyhose. Those
should count too?"
"Nope, they come off with your shoes, just like socks," I said. It was
clear that the actual thought of taking her pantyhose and other items
off suddenly sank in with Linda. The look on her face was one of sudden
horror.
"Are we drunk enough to do this?" she said quietly to Phyllis.
"I guess so. There are some surprises in store for you, pleasant ones."
A sinister grin came over Phyllis' face as she motioned with her eyes
toward quiet little Doug who had just taken his place in the circle.
Nina whispered to Linda. As she did so, she leaned across me brushing
against me with her wonderful tits. "We have a major instrument to
undercover here, and I'm not talking about the piano. No offense, Mike,
but as you will recall, I am not familiar with all of
your...uh...shortcomings." She smiled that Julia Roberts smile again
and my dick jumped to attention.
"No offense taken. After a quick survey of the hooter potential here
in the room, I'd say that some will make major contributions," I
remarked glancing at Phyllis, "while other's contributions might be
described as minor." I looked directly at Nina's chest. "And, I'm not
talking about musical modes, either."
"Touch ," sighed Nina. She looked stunning in the simplest of clothing.
After her recital, she had changed into jeans and simple denim shirt
unbuttoned with a tee shirt underneath. The smell of her perfume drove
my wild.
"By the way," I reminded, "both of those shirts go at the same time."
"Let's play before I chicken out," said Phyllis shaking her long blonde
hair back out of here eyes. She was still dressed for the recital in a
short, but modest black skirt, and sparkly black sweater top. She also
had on pantyhose. This was going to be very interesting, I could tell
already.
Dr. Sovitski looked completely out of place as we sat cross-legged in a
circle on the floor. Except for Phyllis who demurely sat with her
gorgeous legs to the side. Nina grabbed the cards, shuffled them, and
dealt each of us one card. It was just like her to try for an advantage
right from the start. She had her game face on.
I peeked under the edge of my card at a 10. "A good card," I thought.
"No trade," I announced.
Linda was staring at a 2. She quickly traded it to Doug, then took a
deep breath, and looked at her new card. "A jack!" she thought. "So
far, so good."
Doug gave the 2 to Phyllis as if it was contaminated and received
Phyllis' 4. "Oh, shit." He grimaced as he thought, "if that 2 goes all
the way to Nina, she will surely trade it and my puny 4 likely will be
the low card. Damn."
Phyllis passed the 2 on to Thom in return for his 6.
Finally, Nina, holding an 8, received the horrid 2, and traded with the
deck. A ten. "Yes!" she shouted out loud. "Heya, heya, let's see
'em." She sounded like a carnival barker.
Doug's 4, indeed, was the low card. "My typical start," he anguished as
his removed his shoes and socks and tossed them into the kitchen.
"My deal," I said. I tossed a card in front of each player. "This is
cool!"
"You will be really cool, cold, in fact, when we get you naked!" laughed
Nina. The others didn't laugh, however, because they were earnestly
studying their cards.
Linda's heart sank when she saw her Ace of Spades, the lowest of the
low. She was just about to trade with Doug when he triumphantly flipped
over a King!
"Ha! Take that!" he said slapping the card to the floor.
"I'm screwed," whispered Linda. "No one with whom to trade...tsk,
tsk...I hate when that happens."
Phyllis looked at her Jack. "I'm happy with this card," she noted.
Thom, with a 10, said, "Me too!"
Nina stared long and hard at the six in her hand. Finally, she decided,
"I'm holding also."
I saw nobody trading and I saw the lonely little 3 in my hand. I
secretly cursed Nina for not having traded with me so I could screw her
with my 3. I thought, "Surely, the odds are in my favor if I draw." I
took a card from the deck...an ACE. So, much for odds.
We revealed our cards.
"Hey, a tie! Two Aces!" exclaimed Nina. "Take it off, you two." Linda
and I tossed our shoes into the pile. Few noticed as Linda also quietly
slipped off her pantyhose from underneath her long, full, pleated skirt.
She clutched them into a small ball and silently put them behind her.
Next hand, Thom lost his shoes and famous black socks. Then, Phyllis
lost hers.
"Ah, Phyllis. I believe you lost shoes AND socks." I said grinning.
"I don't have on socks."
"Pantyhose count as socks. Remember?" I noted.
Phyllis had to stand up to take off her pantyhose. She reached under
her skirt, but had difficulty reaching the elastic band. From my low
vantagepoint sitting on the floor across from her, it was a marvelous
spectacle. She was bending over to reach under her skirt, her giant
boobs hanging ponderously down. When she hiked up her skirt to pull at
her hose, her black satin panty-covered ass stuck out for all to see
especially Thom and Doug who sat on either side of her. Thom clearly
was drinking it all in.
"Hey," Phyllis protested as she saw Thom staring at her behind. "No
early peeking!"
"My god" was the only utterance Dr. Sovitski could choke out. Everyone
began to giggle at the prof's reaction. He unconsciously was sniffing
in her direction.
Phyllis sat back down demurely tucking her skirt under her tightly
closed legs. "MY deal," she said breathlessly.
Both Doug and Nina flipped Kings on the next hand. The worst screwed
was Linda, who had a 6, the low card.
"Now the fun starts," said Doug in anticipation of Linda's removal of
her knit sweater.
Linda paused for a long time before she acted. "I can't believe I doing
this," she thought. Her general paranoia began to kick in. She
thought, "After the dirty trick that they played on Sovitski, it would
be just like these people to fix this game just to get me naked." The
thought of being naked with other people was not so bad for Linda. But,
the thought of being nude while everyone else was fully clothed was an
embarrassment that made her shutter.
"Oh, god. Nina, I may never attend another recital of yours again,"
Linda said without smiling. Then she pulled her blouse up over her head
and tossed it toward the shoes.
She wore a white satin bra that clearly struggled under the weight of
her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and plainly visible behind the
shiny fabric. She clasped her hands in front of her as if she was
praying. Her forearms covered the tips of each breast.
Nina broke the silence and the ice. "Hey, if you have seen one, you've
seen two!" she muttered. "Deal, Thom...ah...Dr. Sovitski." She
grimaced as she realized her faux pas.
A three-way tie happened on Thom's deal featuring fives held by Nina,
Phyllis, and Thom. Nina slipped off her shoes and Thom took off his
shirt. He looked far better with the shirt on. His goofy little goatee
seemed to point down at his pigeon chest as if to say, "if you think I'm
ugly up here, look down there. Now that's ugly!"
Phyllis sat thinking about her underwear. For the first game, she had
carefully chosen a bra that revealed less than her most modest bathing
suit, but this was not the case tonight. She had enjoyed selecting her
black lace bra because she liked the way it felt underneath her soft,
sparkly evening top. Hoping everyone was looking at Thom, Phyllis
quietly slipped her sweater up keeping the front edge over her breasts
as she removed her arms from the sleeves. Then in a quick motion, she
pulled the soft knit over her head and, as she did, she entangled both
of her earrings in the knit fabric.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. There sat Phyllis with her sweater turned inside
out over her face as she struggled to untangle her earrings. There also
were two of the most magnificent breasts I have ever seen bouncing as
she struggled. A hint of pink around her nipples, her rather large
nipples I might add, showed through the black lace of her bra. Finally,
she gave up and said, "Help me, Doug, please."
Doug turned and began to free her sweater from the nasty earrings. His
hands shook as he tried to concentrate while at the same time staring at
Phyllis' massive tits. Not only could he see them clearly, but he also
could smell her perfume rising from the heat of her body. Doug's pants
began to bulge noticeably. That bulge escaped neither Nina's nor
Linda's attention.
Finally, the sweater popped off and Phyllis sat back in a huff. "Sexy
move, huh?" she muttered.
Dr. Sovitski simply nodded in the affirmative staring with his mouth
completely open. He couldn't believe that any of this was actually
happening.
Three more hands went by quickly. Doug lost his shirt and so did I--and
so did Nina. After her sweatshirt ploy in the first game, I was more
than ready for this moment. Nina slipped off her denim shirt and then
pulled her knit top over her head and stared directly at me. I glanced
quickly up and down between her smallish, white lace, underwire bra and
her lovely eyes.
Nina began to pontificate, "It takes all kinds in this diverse world in
which we live, you know. Small ones, big ones, red fish, blue fish...to
quote Dr. Suess."
"Remember that later in the game if things turn sour for me, ok?" I
urged.
"All shortcomings are revealed sooner or later. And yours, my trumpet
playing friend, will be revealed sooner!" Nina's eyes twinkled. She
leaned back with her arms behind her and thrust her firm breasts
forward...directly at me! I returned her marvelous smile.
Doug dealt next. A three of hearts got passed around all the way to
Linda. As she was about to pass it on to Doug, he suddenly said, "Oh
darn, I forgot to flip my King!"
"Again? I can't believe it, Doug, you ass!" shouted Linda.
"Funny that you should mention ass, my dear," said Doug. "Let's see
yours, please."
There was panic in Linda's eyes. Her hands visibly shook as she stood
facing everyone and unbuttoned the side of her skirt. There was a pause
that seemed an eternity, and she let the skirt fall to her feet.
Plain girls wear plain panties, I guessed, because those were exactly
what she had on--big girl panties, my sister used to call them. The
skin color changed from lightly tanned to slight redness just before the
edge of her panties. Obviously, she had prepared herself for wearing a
swimsuit by shaving, perhaps, a bit too roughly.
She held one hand across her breasts and the other in front of her pubic
mound, then realized that, without some support, sitting back down on
the floor would be difficult. Using her hands for support instead of
modesty, she sat down. As she did, her panties pulled tighter against
her pussy. With her knees up and bottom down, her pussy lips protruded
behind the whiteness of her panties. She quickly pulled her legs around
to the side. Her face was fiery red.
"Like what you see, boys?" she said trying to save a little face.
"Oh, yes!" said Thom with just a bit too enthusiasm. We all looked at
one another and burst into gales of laughter. Then it was the
professor's turn to blush. I kept looking at Linda and thinking that
this was getting really close to marvelous now.
Phyllis dealt. And, strangely, no one traded. "If no one is going to
trade, then let's see 'em," said Phyllis as she turned over her Jack.
All our cards hit the floor, face cards were all over the place, and
Doug's 10 was low!
"I can't believe I lost with a 10! Shit!" said Doug as he stood up to
remove his pants.
"Ah ha! Ladies, this is one of the moments for which we have been
waiting!" shouted Nina. Nina winked at Phyllis. Phyllis giggled.
Linda was still trying to blend in with the potted plants.
Doug stood directly between Phyllis and Linda with his crotch at about
their eye level. He made an awkward attempt at feigning a bump and
grind as he unzipped his pants, but finally gave up and simply pulled
them down. His jockeys barely contained his oversized cock, which by
now was starting to grow.
Linda's eyes grew as big as saucers. "Now you understand, don't you
Linda?" giggled Nina. Linda was speechless. Doug made some quick
genital adjustments and sat down. The adjustments were not enough to
completely cover his large prick. Sitting cross-legged did not work.
His bulge pulled the leg bands out on both sides and his balls became
slightly visible.
"Mercy me," said Phyllis in a very fake Southern accent. "Ah think ah
might gay-yet a case of the vapors." A smile broke out on Linda's face.
Finally, Doug got on his knees and sat back on his legs so he could
cover himself up a bit. He couldn't help reaching down and adjusting
his crotch. All three women began fanning themselves mockingly.
"Thom's deal," Doug muttered quietly.
Thom dealt. "This could be it," said Nina matter-of-factly. "Poor Doug
is about to be naked."
"Yes!" exclaimed Phyllis embarrassing herself as she spoke. She
grimaced when everyone looked at her.
Cards were traded around until Mike passed Linda a three. "I had better
get rid of that," thought Linda as she quickly handed the card to Doug.
Doug face lit up. "Oh, neighbor?" he laughed. "You be screwed." Linda
looked at the card she had just received in return...an Ace! "Oh, my
god," she thought. "The dreaded moment has arrived."
All the guys began to cheer, whistle, and high-five each other. Nina
and Phyllis sat quietly and were glad it wasn't them.
Linda said, "Well at least the guys already can see Phyllis' nipples
peeking through her bra." Phyllis gasped and grabbed her breasts.
"And, at least my tits are bigger than Nina's." Nina rolled her eyes.
"So, I guess I can do this." She slowly unclasped her bra in the back
and caught it with her hand in the front. She paused looking at each
guy in the circle.
"This what you came see, guys? Well, I will never understand why you
guys are so fascinated with breasts anyway. You can see them every
night on cable TV, for crying out loud. Half the population of the
earth has them." Linda allowed her bra to fall away from her breasts.
They immediately sagged a bit under their rather heavy weight. Her
nipples sprang to attention and protruded a good three quarters of an
inch from her aureole.
Linda placed one arm across both breasts and said, "Ok, that's enough
staring for the moment. Whose deal is it?"
"Mine," said Nina. "We seem to be getting down to serious, aren't we?"
She eyed Doug's crotch and then smiled at me. "I don't suppose any one
is interested in a side bet?"
"Wait," said Linda. "I'm the one nearest to naked and we agreed no funny
stuff or dares. I think that would include side bets."
I looked at competitive Nina. The thrill of the gambler's risk was
getting to her. She wanted to up the excitement.
"Linda's right," said Phyllis. "You guys should not start something
that I might have to finish!" She knew Nina all to well.
"Ok, here are your cards."
Both Nina and Phyllis immediately flipped over Kings and high-fived each
other. "Damn," I thought. "No skin from either of them this hand."
I drew and queen, so I didn't trade.
Linda looked at the 6 in her hand. "Too small to keep, too large to
trade. Well, at least, Doug will get stuck with the six. Surely, he
won't be able to screw me again," she thought.
She passed Doug the 6, and, in return, received...another 6. "I'll
hold," said Dr. Sovitski.
I laid down my queen; the two 6's hit the table; and all eyes turned
toward Dr. Sovitski. His face suddenly transformed into a gigantic
grin! "I have...a seven!" he teased.
Doug and Linda groaned out loud. "I believe that means both of you are
about to get naked together," sighed Nina.
The Unveiling
Let's see...do we want them singly or together?" Nina said. She didn't
even try to mask the excitement in her voice.
"Separate! One at a time!" several shouted at once.
"Ok, Doug, it's time to show your stuff!" Nina almost drooled as she
spoke.
Doug's cock strained against his briefs normally. Now partially erect,
he really taxed the tensile strength of his underwear. The circle of
expectant viewers widened to give him room.
"Oooo, take it off, honey," said Phyllis faking a swoon. Doug turned
bright red. I glanced at Linda. She sat with a look of sheer terror on
her face. She obviously was not paying much attention to Doug.
Instead, she was deep in thought about her upcoming performance.
Doug danced about and then hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his
briefs. His crotch was at everyone's eye level. Slowly he wiggled the
underwear down until wiggling was not sufficient to finish the job. He
pulled a bit harder and suddenly his formidable cock sprang forth. He
let his underwear fall to the floor.
"Jesus, Doug," I said. "Have you ever been mistaken for an elephant on
a dark night?"
The sight of Doug's enormous prick dancing about took Linda's attention
away from her own plight. "Oh my god," she said quietly.
Nina said, "No offense to you clothed guys, but that's about the most
beautiful cock I have ever seen...not that I have seen that many, mind
you."
Phyllis' eyes were riveted on Doug's dick. She was seated so close by
that she could see every dark vein in his member and ever crease and
crevasse in his scrotum. All she could think of was what it might feel
like to actually touch such a lovely thing. She almost moaned aloud
when she abruptly thought about having that dick shoved into her pussy.
"I'm not sure anything that big would actually fit," she thought to
herself. She could hardly keep her hands off this object of curiosity
before her.
Doug sat back down not knowing exactly what to do with his hands.
Everyone broke into spontaneous applause. Nina whistled loudly. "Now
that's a major instrument!"
Doug couldn't look directly at anyone. Finally, I said, "And now the
lovely Linda who up to now has been covering up both lovely boobs with
her hands...it's your turn!"
Linda closed her eyes and stood. You could almost see the tears begin
to well up as she did so. "Let the record show that I am a good sport,
ok? This is very embarrassing for me. I don't want to ruin my
reputation here. I'm not an exhibitionist. I not a whore. I'm not a
stripper."
"You're in safe company here, " Nina reassured, "Right guys? And, you
are one heck of a piano player, I might add."
"And about to be a naked piano player," I said.
"Jesus, how did this happen?" Linda thought. Then she looked at Dr.
Sovitski. He was sitting unmoving with his mouth completely open. He
eyes were glazed over and there was a clear bulge in his pants. "Ok,"
Linda thought. "I'll concentrate on good ole harmless Dr. Sovitski
while I do this. It'll be like undressing at the doctor's office."
Linda turned her back to the circle and slipped her panties over her
hips. They fell in a gentle heap around her ankles. She stepped out of
them with one foot and kicked them away with the other. She had a
magnificent ass with little dimples at the top of each cheek. Linda
slowly spun around and said, "Ta-dah." She stood with arms outstretched
looking directly at Thom.
Her large breasts jiggled as she turned and attracted my gaze first.
Quickly my eyes dropped to her thick bush and her slit that glistened
below. "My god," I thought. "Her pubic are red. A red-headed pussy!"
I had never seen red pubic hair before. I gave her crotch a fiery glow.
And it gave me a raging erection.
The other women began to cheer and say nice things about how beautiful
Linda was. The guys sat in silence drinking in the sight of her lovely
nakedness.
"Seen enough?" Linda said quietly.
"Never," croaked Thom.
Linda bent over to retrieve her panties. When she did, she gave us a
fantastic view of her pussy from the back. My dick wasn't the only rock
hard cock in the room. Doug's prodigious prick stood straight up also.
He began to grab his underwear in an attempt to cover his erection.
Phyllis caught a glimpse of Doug's now larger dick and gasped out loud.
Without warning the front door burst open. There stood Jack, back from
taking Lee home. He stopped in his tracks as everyone tried to cover
up. Linda screamed, grabbed my shirt that was lying near by, and held
in front of her. Her boobs were covered, but her red pussy was not.
Jack finally recovered enough to speak. "I obviously have arrived at
this party at just the right time," he said wearing a big grin. He
realized that Phyllis' nipples were very hard and visible through her
bra. She looked directly at him and made no attempt to cover up.
"In time for everyone to get dressed," Nina said. "Fun, fun, fun."
"Wait," said Jack. "What about the group picture?"
"Oh no," said Linda.
"Rules are rules," said Jack as he scrambled for his camera.
"No!" several others shouted.
"Wait a minute," said Doug, "Us education majors are always ready with
audio-visual aids."
Doug reached into his desk, pulled out black construction paper and
scissors, and quickly cut a pile of black rectangles. "Hold these up for
the picture."
So, we all posed each holding a black strip of paper in front of our
faces. Doug and Linda were in front. Linda was still holding on to her
tits. And the rest of us stood behind them. Dr. Sovitski crouched down
almost hidden by the group and help up two pieces of paper in front of
him. We looked like a bad 1930's porn magazine picture.
"Say cheese," said Jack as the flash blinded us all.
On the way home, I rode with Nina. I was delighted finally to be alone
with her.
"No full frontal nudity for either of us again. Tsk, tsk. I thought
surely I would uncover you tonight," I mused. Nina simply smiled as she
drove.
"By the way, what did you have in mind when you asked about the side
bets?" I said. The twinkle returned to her eye.
"Let's talk about that tomorrow. I have some rather naughty ideas," she
said. I thought tomorrow would never come.
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