9 comments/ 100807 views/ 22 favorites Stacy Strips! By: PaulSandarac [I have been asked ... over ... and over ... and over again, (how flattering!), to write a new strip poker story, with new characters, and a new situation. The story got off to a quick start, but then I just couldn't come up with any ideas about how to end it, because I wasn't happy repeating some of the situations from my Proper Rules series. And then ... after 6 months ... here it is!] [All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS] * * * Stacy walked through the empty dorm. It was amazing how quiet it was, given that it was a Saturday night, and now that all of the first year students had gone home. Friday had been the last day of exams, and everyone had to leave no later than 24 hours after that ... everyone, at least, except Stacy. She had one more final, Monday, due to a scheduling mix up; and had been given special permission to stay until then. There were still some people on campus, graduate students, professors, staff and the like; although it was a pretty solitary dinner in the campus pub that evening. She'd drank a Mike's Hard Lemonade, and watched the flat screen TV, but none of the few guys, even those who were alone like herself, attempted to keep her company, or, God forbid, pick her up. "And no small wonder," she thought to herself afterwards, as she opened her room in the dorm. The full length mirror she had brought from home told the story. She was too tall, too skinny, too flat chested, and too average in the looks department to attract any kind of serious male attention; especially on a campus that was two thirds female ... not that any of the other colleges or universities were any different. About the only remarkable feature she had was her red hair, which she had been growing since last summer, and had now reached her shoulders. Unfortunately, nice as it was, it came with the mandatory set of freckles; and even though she had green eyes, which should have also been an asset, she also was very short sighted, which meant glasses ... thick glasses ... yuck! She did have contacts, which she used on special occasions, but tonight certainly wasn't one of those. Sitting down at her computer, she wondered how to fill this evening. She was more than prepared for Monday, after all, she'd written her next to last final last Wednesday ... and there was only so much reading, and re-reading, you could do for an English final. "Modern Poetry," she reflected playfully, "maybe the prof will be impressed if I write my essay like e. e. cummings ... no capitals!" Her mother liked to describe herself, and Stacy, as willowy ... well that was fine for her; she wasn't living Stacy's boyfriendless life! The very first thing she was going to do, once she finished school and started working, was to have laser surgery on her eyes, and get a boob job ... and a good one! Maybe then her dating fortunes might pick up. "Stop complaining; you have gone out," she noted to herself cynically, "three whole times ... including the prom; and that was an arranged date with your cousin ... how pathetic can you get!" At the prom after party, once everyone had had plenty to drink; most of the couples started sneaking away to make out. In her case; she had managed to lure her cousin into a small den ... and then to have sex with him on a couch ... her first time. Not only was it not very good, but she must have been the only female at the party who had to coax her date into doing her as a "charity fuck" ... how embarrassing! At least he got a piece of ass for his time and trouble! She hadn't been on the pill at that time, but her mother had insisted that she start before leaving for college. "I may be old," she had said, "but I know what goes on in first year ... and don't you dare do it without a condom, even if you are safe," she had further admonished. "That's a laugh," she thought bitterly, "it's already April, and the only thing those pills were any good for was keeping my cycle predictable." She had been tempted to stop taking them a couple of times ... but some tiny, and very stupid, part of her psyche kept hoping lightning might strike. So far, terms like, "no chance", and "hopeless case", were entirely in order. Turning to her computer again, she brought up the erotic stories site. Some of them were good, and some terrible, but at least you could live vicariously through the better ones, or even masturbate to the very best literary efforts. She rather liked some of the strip poker genre ... and even bookmarked a few. A few of her girlfriends claimed to have played at various parties, and stripped all the way ... but she wasn't sure how much of this to believe ... and since she never got invited to parties like that, there was no way to know for sure. "Of course if I was in a strip poker game," she reflected ruefully, putting a hand over each breast, and sighing, "the guys might not be certain what sex I was until AFTER I pulled my panties down!" This was one of the main reasons she was growing her hair, she was tired of looking like a little boy ... albeit a tall little boy. Getting up, she took a cooler out of her bar fridge ... and twisted the top off. Closing the lid of her laptop, more by habit than anything ... and just in case someone was around, and might see what she was reading ... she decided to check out the common room. Taking her drink with her, she locked her room, and headed down the long hall. The lights were on, which was a good sign. Maybe she would be able to find some company for tonight after all. * * * When she got to the doorway, and looked inside, she saw a girl that she vaguely recognized. "Hi," she was acknowledged. "Modern Poetry?" "Lovely ... isn't it?" A slightly British accent ... she must be from abroad. "I don't think I know you?" "We were in different sections ... my name is Jennifer ... but everyone calls me Jenn ... and you are?" "Stacy." "Is that a cooler?" "Yes ... would you like one?" "God yes ... it's Saturday night, and I'm totally out of booze." "Just wait here ... I'll go get a few from my room." Stacy took stock of Jennifer, as she retraced her steps to her room. She was rather short, with long dark hair, dark eyes, and a very nicely developed figure. "Probably gets zillions of dates," she thought to herself, imagining Jennifer fighting off a pack of good looking guys with a stick! Unlocking her door, she fetched three more coolers from her bar fridge, and headed back to re-join Jennifer. "You're a life saver ... if I read one more word by T. S. Eliot ... I'm going to do something drastic to myself!" "How is it that all these Ph. D.'s can't get an exam schedule right?" "Beats me?" "Are you by yourself?" "Yes ... especially since I just got dumped." "How so?" "The guy I was with just ditched me three weeks ago for some blonde bimbo back where he lives." "I'm sorry." "Don't be ... I don't know why I'm telling you this ... but who cares ... once he got me into the sack ... that's all he was really interested in!" "Was he your first?" "Yes ... that's why they call it college ... it's where you go to get an education," Jennifer said with a giggle, clinking her bottle against Stacy's. "At least you had a boyfriend." "How so?" "I don't exactly have to lock my room at night to keep them away!" Stacy answered sarcastically. "I don't believe that," Jenn said with a grin. "Where are you from?" Stacy said, changing the subject. "Plymouth, England ... but my dad got transferred over here." "Do you like it?" "Yes and no ... it wasn't great leaving all my friends behind ... I wanted to go back home for school ... but it was too expensive ... you know; airfare and everything." "But don't you pay way more tuition as a foreign student?" "My father's company gave me a scholarship, but just for this university ... some business association or something ... plus my mom wanted me here ... probably so she could keep an eye on me ... apparently that plan didn't work out quite so well; since Mark got into my pants anyway ... what about you?" "Just an hour's drive from here." "Do they visit often?" "No." "Anyone special here; or back home?" "That's a laugh ..." "You're nice looking ... I wish I was slim and tall." "Be careful what you wish for." "Why?" "Like I said before ... I don't have to lock my door at night." "Oh, c'mon there must be lots of guys ..." "Jennifer ... I mean Jenn ... even if I slept naked in the hall with my legs wide open; nothing would ever happen." "You're exaggerating!" "No I'm not ... trust me!" "But ..." "My mother sent me here with a prescription for the pill ... she was probably hoping ... get it? "I know it's kinda personal ... I mean we just met ... but are you a virgin?" "No ... I got a guy to take pity on me at the senior prom." "Were you and he an item?" "Hardly ... he was my cousin ... his mother forced him into it!" "The sex?" a wide eyed Jenn said in a confused way. "No, that was my idea," Stacy said, finally able to laugh, "just the date part ... when you look like me, you have to get down on your knees and beg!" "Now you're being ridiculous," Jenn said, laughing as well, "I can't believe that one of these horn dogs on campus hasn't hit on you." "I"m still waiting ... and if it happens ... you'll be the first to know!" The two of them dissolved into gales of laughter. As she passed Jenn another cooler, it occurred to her that, after eight months away from home ... she had finally made a friend! * * * Jason lay on his dorm room bed, trying to study Dylan Thomas. But it wasn't much use. So finally he flipped the book aside and picked up "Araby". As he read the short line about Mangan's sister, he was once again in awe: "Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side." "How can you conjure up a beautiful girl in just a dozen or so words," he thought to himself, "when everyone else needs a dozen sentences, or paragraphs, and still doesn't get the same effect?" "I guess genius is just that ... genius ... maybe, someday, I can learn write like that ... but I doubt it!" About the only reassuring part of it; was that the editor had missed the punctuation, or was too afraid to alter Joyce's text. It was just then that he heard laughter coming up the stairwell from the common room on the floor below ... female laughter! "I guess I'm not the last person here," he said to himself hopefully. Getting up to investigate; he picked up his key, and headed downstairs, going through the fire doors to the common room. "Modern Poetry?" some giggling voices said, as he stood in the doorway. "Oh yeah," he replied, joining their laughter, and stepping inside. "Have we met?" he asked politely. "Stacy," a tall slim girl with red hair, glasses and freckles, said, giving him a hopeful smile. "Jenn," the second girl replied, also smiling at him. She was much shorter, but attractive; with long dark hair and an obvious figure. They were both dressed in a similar fashion, jeans and a sleeveless top, although Jenn's had a low scoop neck which showed some cleavage. "Jason," he offered, smiling back, "I guess we all must have been in different tutorial sections." "It sounded like you were having a party?" he continued. "Not quite," Jenn said, "but if you join us, we might be able to call it that." "I have some more coolers in my room," Stacy suggested. "No worries," Jason responded, "I have beer; keep the coolers for yourselves ... I have some chips and cheesies ... shall I bring them." "Yes please," Jenn said. "I'll be right back," Jason said. * * * "He's kinda cute," Jenn said to Stacy. "I think I'm taller than him," Stacy replied, "figures!" "And," she thought to herself, "I have zero chance of getting him interested with you in the room." "I wonder if he has a girlfriend?" Jenn asked, "Hope not!" Just then Jason came back, carrying two large bags of munchies, and several beers. Stacy looked him over; definitely slightly shorter, with light brown hair and blue eyes; nicely average in appearance ... or maybe a bit better than average ... probably does have a girlfriend! "So where's home?" Jenn asked Jason. It turned out that he lived in the same city as Stacy, but on the north side of it. She listened as Jenn managed to adroitly manoeuver the conversation around until she had found out that there wasn't a girl in the picture, at least currently. "Why can't I talk to boys like that?" she reflected; impressed with the easy manner that Jenn got this all important information from him. "I went out with someone for a while at the end of high school," Jason explained, "but you know how it goes ... it was a high school romance. Since I've been here ... it's been mainly parties and such. What about you two?" "I am a proud member of the recently dumped club," Jenn said with a grimace. "Stacy?" "Same as you ... parties and groups!" "Don't I wish," she thought to herself ruefully as she told the lie. The three of them sat together, eating Jason's snacks and drinking, while they discussed their courses, and some of the professors. "He's easy to talk to," Stacy noted, as Jason explained some of his course decisions to her. Things were going much better than she had expected, as he didn't just give all of his attention to Jenn. "He really is very nice ... I can't believe some girl on campus hasn't latched onto him?" After a while the drinks were getting low, and Stacy wanted another one, even though 3 or so were her usual limit. "I need to get some more drinks," Stacy said to the others. "Bring some cards," Jenn said, "do you have some?" Stacy got up, nodding her assent, along with Jason, who wanted to get some more beer. When they got to the fire doors, Jason stopped to hold one, which Stacy didn't notice, and she bumped into him. "Sorry," she apologized. "No problem," he replied with a grin, heading up the steps to the male floor, "see you in a minute." As Stacy continued down the corridor a short distance she was blushing furiously. "He probably thinks that was either some sort of come on; or that I'm basically a total klutz!" It took a bit of searching to locate the cards, but finally she found them in the bottom of a drawer. She pulled two more coolers from the second six-pack in the fridge, and headed back to the common room, but not before she checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, and spritzed herself with a small amount of her favorite perfume. When she got there, Jason and Jenn were engaged in something that must have been funny, because he was laughing, and Jenn was giggling. "Oh good," Jason exclaimed, "you're back!" "What shall we play," Stacy asked, passing a cooler to Jenn. "How about Texas Hold-em," Jason suggested, "that's all the rage." "I know how to play a couple of types of poker," Jenn asserted. "Such as?" Stacy asked. "The Texas one, and five card draw," Jenn said. "Didn't you forget strip poker," Stacy giggled, feeling greatly daring! "Hardly," Jenn said with a giggle of her own. Jason was laughing as well. "So you've never done that?" Stacy said, giving Jason a sidelong glance; he looked amused. "No," Jenn answered, "but I know someone who has ... a good friend of mine, Sheila." "What happened?" Stacy asked "Sheila said they played a game once in someone's basement at a party," Jenn explained, "the rules were that they continued playing until at least one boy and one girl were naked ... and no one could put any clothes they lost back on until the party was over. The winners were the boy and girl with the most clothes left. Apparently there was a reward for the winners, but Sheila wouldn't tell me what ... she was one of the losers. She probably had to do something wild with a guy." "What were the rules?" Jason asked in a curious tone. "They played some sort of modified Texas Hold 'em. The big and little blinds each had to bet one article of clothing ... either from their stash; or by taking something off. Once you took anything off, it couldn't be replaced, no matter how many clothes you had in your stash. That's about all I know." "That's different than what I've read about how to play," Jason said cautiously. "How do you know that?" Jenn asked with a sly grin. "They rules for strip poker were in a story I read on-line." Jason admitted, looking a little sheepish. "What kind of story?" "A story about a game where a guy plays with two sisters; the older girl and the boy are romantically interested in each other." "Is it dirty?" Jenn asked. "Not really ... like they don't have sex; or anything ... it's actually slightly bittersweet at the end ... but all of the proper rules for playing are explained in it." "Does everyone get naked?" Jenn asked, clearly curious. "Yep ... let me go get my laptop ... and then you can read it for yourselves." A few minutes later Jason returned with his computer ... he had already opened the story on the web site. He placed it on the table in front of the girls, who were now sitting side by side ... so they could read it. As Jenn moved from page to page, asking Stacy each time if she was ready to proceed further, Stacy had to try very hard not to let on that she not only knew the story, but had read it numerous times. They were just at the part where the people in the story were starting to play their game when they were interrupted. "Hey Jenn!" said a delicate oriental girl who had just entered the room. "Hi Lien," Jenn answered. Stacy recognized her as one of the RA's for the dorm, although she had never spoken to her. "Jason ... right?" Lien said to him. "Yes," he replied, giving her a smile. Stacy introduced herself, as she inspected Lien. She was one of those tiny perfect Chinese girls that made her so envious; the university was full of them ... pretty, petite, outgoing, and probably very clever ... more female competition, as if Jenn wasn't bad enough! Not only did she have the requisite long shiny black hair, flawless skin and beautiful dark eyes, but she even had a bit of a figure ... hopefully she was already firmly attached to some Chinese guy. "I didn't know anyone would be here on a Saturday night, even though I know that you have to stay for one more final. I used the washroom and I saw the lights," Lien said, by way of explanation, "Peter and I are hanging out in my room, having a few drinks and watching a movie on my laptop ... because we're RA's we have to stay until Tuesday." "Who's Peter," Jenn asked, "your boyfriend?" "No ... haven't got one of those right now ... sad to say," Lien answered brightly, "he's another RA that I know." "What are you guys up to?" Lien asked. "We were going to play some cards," Jenn answered, "maybe you and Peter would like to join us?" "Sounds like fun," Lien said, "the movie isn't very good anyway." Lien left, and Jenn and Stacy went back to the story, but it wasn't long before they heard footsteps in the hall announcing that she and Peter had returned. Peter, Stacy saw, was a rather good looking guy, certainly more so than Jason, with dark brown hair, and penetrating blue eyes. Sadly, he appeared to be about the same height as Jason. Introductions were made, and it quickly became clear that Lien was a bit of a chatterbox, or maybe she was that way because she had been drinking. Peter and Lien had brought with them a fairly full large bottle of white rum, and two large plastic bottles of cola, along with a stack of plastic glasses. Peter set about preparing drinks for the two of them while Lien came up behind Stacy and Jenn to see what they were looking at. Stacy Strips! "Oh that story," she exclaimed, after reading for a minute, "Peter showed it to me a while back ... it's pretty good." "The girls hadn't seen it," Jason explained. "I thought it might inspire Lien, and a couple of her friends, to play strip poker with me," Peter joked. "Did it work?" Jenn asked. "Not so far," Peter said laughing, "but you never know!" Lien stuck her tongue out at Peter, but you could see she was amused. "Is there anyone else here?" Stacy asked. "You're looking at them," Peter explained, "if there is anyone else, then they shouldn't be ... and I'll be calling the campus police." To emphasize his point he pointed at a pager in a holster attached to his belt. Stacy noticed that Lien had one hooked onto the waistband of her short skirt. "That's a very nice story," Jenn announced, looking up from the laptop, "like you said Jason ... bittersweet ... not what I expected ... finished Stacy?" Stacy nodded, and Jenn handed the computer back to Jason, who closed it down. "So what card game would you like to play?" Lien asked. "I thought we already decided," Peter said, winking at her, "strip poker ... I mean you know the rules, and now the other girls do too ..." "Only if you have a handicap," Lien challenged with a laugh. "Such as?" Peter asked with a grin. Stacy could see that he was enjoying pulling Lien's chain! "You start in just your boxers ... then we'll see how brave you are!" "How do you know I wear boxer's," Peter teased, "maybe I just go commando underneath my pants?" Everyone was now laughing at the pair of them; obviously they were the best of friends. "Well?" Lien said in an impish way. "Well what?" a suddenly confused Peter replied. "Open your pants so I can see if you are commando!" "OK, you win ... I'm wearing boxers," Peter said, "Do I have to prove it?" "Yes!" "In front of strangers?" "Coward!" Without any further hesitation Peter lowered his fly, spreading the opening apart so everyone could see some plaid underwear. "There are you happy now?" he said to Lien with a large grin, quickly doing himself up again. "Very," she teased. "Now can I see yours?" Peter asked, obviously trying to get even. "Only if I decide to play strip poker with you," she replied with a little giggle. The five of them then began to converse in a lively fashion, with Peter and Jason confirming Stacy's first impression that they were both not only intelligent, but had good senses of humour. Finally, they all sat down at the table, choosing Hearts for the game. "It's a good thing I had lots of dinner, and those snacks," she thought to herself, taking another sip of her spiked lemonade. She was feeling a little reckless, while at the same time frustrated. Here were two really decent guys, and she had zero chance of ending the evening with one of them; even for a little kissing, or maybe something much more momentous ... like a one night stand. "So they'd be a little short for me," she giggled to herself, "as long as one of them is tall where it counts, inside my pussy!" As she considered this and other lascivious ideas, she said to herself, "My, aren't we horny tonight!" She remembered the cousin sex ... hardly fantastic, but towards the end it had started to feel pretty good. She suspected that both these boys would know what to do with a naked girl; especially one that was as hard up as she was right now! If only she had one of them in her dorm room, so she could show Jason or Peter what the term "easy", when it was used to describe a girl, really meant! "Your play," she heard Jason's voice saying, breaking into her train of thought. As she followed suit, ducking the trick, she contemplated how the evening would end: "Peter and Lien will go back to her place; and Jason will probably end up with Jenn, doing who knows what ... and I'll go to bed, and play with myself 'til I come ... so I can go to sleep. I've seen this movie before ... and I don't like the ending ... well, except maybe the coming part! As the hands progressed, Stacy realized that she was winning, although that was hardly the most important problem on her mind. Finally, Jenn hit 100 points, which ended the game, with Stacy indeed the winner. "Nice going," Jason said to her with a smile. "Gee Jenn," he continued, "you kinda got nuked!" "I had terrible cards," Jenn complained. "It's all about strategy," Peter offered in a teasing way. "I don't see your name at the top of the leader board," Lien reminded him. "What does the winner get?" Jason asked. "How about the choice of the next game ... and whatever you choose Stacy," Jenn said with a touch of bitterness, "make sure it's not Hearts." "Would you like some of this?" Peter asked her, pointing at the rum; her cooler was now finished. "OK," she replied, "but keep it light." As Peter did some bartending for her, Jason and Lien offered a few suggestions for the next game. But she wasn't paying much attention. "It really isn't fair ... if only there was one more guy ... or one less girl ... or Jenn and Lien were really unattractive ... or ..." It was almost her last night on campus ... and the year was a total romantic, social, to say nothing of sexual, bust; and then she had an idea, a startlingly good one, for getting more involved with the boys. "So what are we playing?" Lien asked her. "Strip poker," Stacy said, trying to sound casual, but inwardly amazed at her own boldness. "Stop kidding," Lien said, "Peter's been fantasizing about that way too much anyway." "Who said I'm kidding?" Stacy answered, throwing all caution aside, "I think we should play strip poker ... everyone here knows the rules ... we're all alone, and there's no boyfriend/girlfriend things to worry about." "It's not exactly knowing the strip poker rules I'm worried about," Jenn said with a nervous laugh, "You're serious, aren't you?" "Uh, huh," Stacy replied, still trying to be casual about it. "You really think we should?" Lien said, almost half to herself. "Well you girls don't have too," Stacy responded, her mind now firmly made up, "but I'm going to. I'll just play with the guys, and you two can watch." "No way," Peter protested, "if Lien's going to see mine; I get to see hers." "I take it that means you're in?" Stacy said to him, trying to sound mischievous, "What about you Jason, would you like to see some girly stuff ... of course, as Peter says; if you get to see mine, I get to see yours?" "Sure ... I guess ... why not," Jason replied, although he didn't sound quite as certain as Peter. "So ladies," Stacy said, feeling very much in charge, "what about it?" Jenn looked at Lien, who was looking right back at her. "I can't believe you're asking us to do this?" Jenn finally said to Stacy. "No one's forcing you ... but I do think Peter's right ... you can't stay and watch if you don't want to play." "OK," Lien said to Peter with a grin, "I guess your wish is going to come true ... but if I'm going to do this, buster, you better fix me another drink. That way I can tell myself tomorrow that it was because I was drunk." "So Jenn?" Tracy asked. Her new friend, despite her looks and figure, clearly wasn't as daring as she had let on in their earlier conversation. "I guess I have to play too," she said in a small voice. "No you don't," Peter said reassuringly. "Yes I do, or will ... it's OK ... I have a friend who went all the way in a game ... and she's still here to tell about it." "You're sure?" Stacy asked. "Yes ... I'm just naturally shy about certain things ... I'll get over it ... maybe Peter can fix me one of those drinks ... so I have an excuse, like Lien, for later." As Peter poured Jenn a drink, Stacy shuffled the cards, just to have something to do. She was still a bit amazed at what she had initiated, and surprisingly unconcerned that she was about to take off all her clothes in front of two boys she hardly knew ... maybe it was the alcohol. But whatever it was, it was like another girl had taken possession of her, and pushed the normally cautious Stacy completely aside. "So how do we start?" she asked. "I think we count our clothes," Jason offered helpfully, sounding a little more confident than earlier, "I have two shoes, two socks, pants, shirt and underwear ... 7 items." "I don't have any socks," Lien complained, "so I only have 6 things ... that's not fair." "Look on the bright side," Peter teased, "you'll get stripped quicker!" Lien stuck her tongue out at him again, this time giving him a little swat on the arm as well. "Do we want to make shoes one or two strips?" Peter asked. "Can't they be two?" Jenn ventured, "I going to be nervous enough as it is." "I think it should work like the story," Lien suggested, "each shoe, and each sock, counts as one strip ... if you don't have socks, you get to use something else ... what do you think Stacy?" "I think I'm in more trouble than Lien," Stacy replied with a small giggle, once again surprised at her boldness, "because not only don't I have socks, but I'm not wearing a bra ... I hardly ever do." Stacy could almost instantly feel Jason and Peter's eyes sizing up her breasts ... as if she had anything underneath her top that could remotely interest a guy! "So here's what we could do," Lien proposed, "Jenn and I get to use our earrings as one strip, and Stacy can count her bracelet as well. That gives us 7 strips each ... unless of course Jenn isn't wearing a bra either," she added playfully. Stacy heard Jenn give her some nervous laughter as a reply. Stacy knew there was no possibility that Jenn would go without a bra; unless she wanted to be ogled by every male she ran into even more than probably happened all the time! Clearly, from her manner and comments, Lien wasn't all that worried about stripping, maybe, Stacy thought, she's played before. "You're sure no one will come here?" Jenn asked Peter. "Only if I call them." "Don't the campus police check the building?" Jason said. "When we RA's are here, they only patrol every few hours at night in their cars." "Maybe you should dim the lights a bit Lien?" Peter suggested. "How do you do that?" Jason asked. "We're RA's, we have a special key." Lien got up, and took something out of the pager holster; then she went over to the light switch, and inserted the key into it. First she turned the lights out, plunging the room into darkness for a moment; then gradually brightening them to a soft glow. "How's that?" she asked, standing by the switch. "Fine," Peter answered, "but there's still quite a bit of light coming in from the hallway. Prompted, Lien closed the two doors to the common room, and then came back to the table. Stacy decided to deal a card face up to each person, to see who got the deal. Jenn got a king, and Stacy handed her the cards. "Five cards ... face down ... isn't that right?" she said to Peter. "Yes ... and you can exchange up to four," he answered. Jenn began to deal, and Stacy looked at her cards ... an ace and not much else looked back. She pushed four small cards towards Jenn. "If nothing else," she thought with some excitement, "I'll be able to say that I've played real strip poker!" * * * Jason stared at his cards ... five unmatched ones; queen ten high ... not a good start! He directed his discards towards the little pile that Stacy had started, and waited for Jenn to give him replacements. There was a nervous sort of anticipation around the table, now that the game had actually gotten underway. Taking a sip of his beer, he looked at the others ... Peter and Jenn seemed to be struggling with a decision. "C'mon," Lien finally complained to Peter, "I want to get you out of your clothes this century." There was some good natured laughter at this remark, which helped break a bit of the tension. "OK, OK," Peter said to her, "I had a hard decision." "It's not like you're down to your underwear, for heaven's sake!" "In a rush are we?" he teased, discarding two cards. "Yeah ... I want to see what you've got!" "My cards?" "Hardly ... something else ... I need to find out what all those girls are swooning over." "Which girls" Peter said sarcastically, more to himself than Lien, "... and don't I wish?" Jason picked up his replacement cards, and got another queen! When the showdown came, he was the winner. Jenn had lost, and morosely removed her earrings. "If I'm the first one naked, I'll just die," she said in a tiny voice. "You have to pick someone else," Peter said to him. "Stacy, I guess," he said, for no particular reason. Stacy looked at him with an odd smile, and then to Jason's amazement, started to pull her top over her head. "Stacy!" Jenn squealed. "What are you doing?" a surprised Lien asked, as Stacy finished removing her top. "Taking something off," Stacy answered, although Jason observed that she was blushing a little as she threw the garment onto a nearby couch. "But ..." Jenn stammered. Stacy hadn't been kidding earlier, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her petite breasts were now on full display; the little pink nipples, and small areola, cresting the tiny but delicious looking mounds. Jason knew he was staring, but couldn't help himself. "Look," Stacy said, raising her eyebrows, obviously enjoying the startled reaction of the others, "this is strip poker, not a tea party ... and it's getting hot in here with the doors closed." "They're not much actually," she continued apologetically, turning first to Jason, and then Peter, "at least this way they get your attention, because once Jenn and Lien take their bras off, you won't care about them." "They're very nice," Jason said, desperately trying to be gallant. Just at that moment, he would have given anything to touch them. Down boy! Stacy rewarded his comment with a grateful smile, which made Jason's spirits soar! "Yes," Peter chimed in, "very nice!" "Thank you," Stacy said sincerely, favouring he and Peter with another smile, this time a shy looking one, "but we all know that my chances of earning a living as a stripper aren't very good." "Maybe not Stacy," Lien said with a giggle, "but you certainly got these guys attention ... didn't you?" Of course Jason's high school girlfriend had let him touch her breasts, and other things, once they had been going out for quite a long time; and he had been to a strip club a few times with some of the other guys ... once they were 19 they could get in legally ... but somehow Stacy's unexpected exhibition of herself was very alluring to him ... very alluring! He tried not to spend too much time admiring her half naked body, even as Peter dealt the next hand. Stacy was right about one thing, it was getting quite warm in the common room. As if being rewarded by the gods for her boldness, Stacy won the next hand, and chose Jason to strip. A worried looking Jenn had already sacrificed a shoe! Jason had a sudden inspiration, and pulled his shirt off. "It's not quite the same as a girl, but at least you won't be the only one partly naked," he explained, as a giggling Lien gave him a little round of applause. Stacy leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, one of her little nipples brushing his arm as she did so; proving conclusively to Jason that his gesture had been appreciated. "I thought there wasn't any kissing, or other stuff," Jenn said, "until the end of the game?" "That was sweet," Stacy said loftily, by way of explanation. Stacy won the next hand, and Lien lost. She removed her earrings without complaint. It occurred to Jason that the other girls could hardly make a fuss about having to remove non-essential articles of clothing or jewellery with Stacy sitting there partly nude! Stacy picked Peter for the other strip, and he cheerfully took off a shoe. Jenn finally won a hand and Lien lost again, also removing a shoe. Jenn triumphantly selected him for her winner's choice, and he kicked off a shoe. Lien lost again, the third hand in a row, and presented her other shoe to a grinning Peter, who had won. He selected Jenn for his victim, and she had to remove her final shoe. The next strip by either Lien or Jenn would be more significant, exposing some of their underwear. "What's wrong with Stacy," Jenn complained, as she held out her glass to Peter for a fresh drink, "she still has lots of items?" As luck would have it, Jenn won the next hand, and Stacy lost. Jenn immediately extracted some revenge on Peter by making him sacrifice his last shoe. Lien won two hands in a row, each time claiming not only one of the boys as the loser, but pressing the female advantage by choosing the other of them for her optional strip, so that Peter was reduced to his shirt, pants and underwear, and Jason, a sock, jeans and boxers. She looked particularly satisfied as she nailed Peter once again. "I wonder what sort of dares I'm going to make him do," she said mischievously, to no one in particular. "This isn't over yet," Peter retorted. Jason watched Stacy dealing, her small breasts moved in a delicious way as she distributed the cards! Finally, finally, he got something decent; a pair of kings, plus a jack. He turned in two cards, and was rewarded with a second jack, which meant that he had a reasonable chance of winning the hand. When the showdown came, he got the victory, over a protesting Lien who had a pair of aces. His other kings were held in Peter and Stacy's hands. Jenn had lost, unable to complete a flush and only having a 10 as her high card. "Are these cards being shuffled properly," Lien said. "Oh no," Jenn said as everyone turned their attention to her, because she was going to have to take her top off. She pulled it over her head, blushing as she did so. Jason looked at how Jenn's rather ample breasts were being restrained by her lacy bra, one that clearly was designed with support in mind. And it needed to be, she was built! "You have a pick," Peter said. Who to choose? Stacy was ahead of everyone, but it might be more fun to have Lien take her blouse off. "Lien," he said, finally deciding. "Hey," Lien said in protest, glaring at him, although there was some amusement in her eyes, "stop letting your new girlfriend there off the hook." "Off it comes," Peter gloated. "If you're so excited about seeing me in my bra ... you need help ... serious help," Lien said as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she removed it, Jason saw that she had on a soft white cotton bra, one that didn't have the engineering that Jenn's did, as Lien obviously didn't require it. "There are you happy, pervert," Lien said sarcastically to Peter. "Not quite," Peter replied with a grin. Jason dealt the next hand, while Peter and Lien exchanged mild insults. When it was over, Lien exclaimed in triumph, her straight had carried her to victory. Peter had three of a kind, and looked very disappointed. No doubt he was going to make Lien take off her miniskirt! Stacy was the loser this time, and removed the rest of her jewellery. "Do you even have to ask," Lien said looking at Peter with a smirk. Peter stood up and removed his shirt. "Jason buddy," he said, tossing the garment aside, "if she jumps me, I expect you to pull her off!" "Stop bragging, Mr. Universe, and give me a refill," Lien said to him, while she rolled her eyes. Jenn dealt the next hand, while Peter re-filled Lien's glass. Jason looked at his cards: a possible 9-high outside straight, and discarded his 3. When Jenn gave him a replacement, he could only groan, a 4! He was almost certain to lose this hand. Sure enough he was toast, so he took off his last sock and added to the pile of clothing beside him. No doubt Peter was going down to his boxers. But then Jenn surprised him; and everyone else! Stacy Strips! "Stacy," Jenn said, "you're way too far ahead ... I think you better take something else off." "What about Peter?" Lien challenged. "Oh, I'm leaving that to you," Jenn answered with a laugh, "since you seem to enjoy beating him so much." Peter won his own deal, and Jenn lost. "Crap!" Jenn said, but not in a fearful way. Maybe the alcohol had taken full effect. "Do you even have to ask," Peter said laughingly to Lien; mimicking her earlier comment. "Double crap!" Lien said in a disgusted fashion. "And you thought those ladies were going to be boss," Peter teased, he had won the hand with a flush, easily beating Lien's pair of queens. Jenn started to undo her jeans. "You have to stand up, and let everyone look for a bit," Stacy said, "I read that in the story." "Just don't have such a good memory, alright missy?" Jenn said, getting off her chair. Standing to one side of it, she lowered her jeans, finally stepping out of them. Jason sucked in his breath, as he beheld a pair of low-cut panties. You couldn't see through them, but the topography of the mound of her sex was tantalizingly outlined as it jutted forwards. Jenn had lovely shapely legs, and a very fetching bottom, Jason couldn't also help noticing. "Seen enough?" she said with a nervous giggle. "Next," Peter intoned with a smirk. "Stop being so sure of yourself," Lien scolded him as she stood, "two hands from now you could be stark naked; and if I have anything to do with it, you will be!" Lien unzipped her skirt, letting gravity do the rest, as it fell about her feet. She was wearing bikini panties as well, although they appeared to be plain white cotton. They hugged her tightly. Her pubic hair was almost, but not quite, visible through the thin material. "See anything you like yet," she said to Peter in a mocking tone, no doubt noticing where his eyes had landed! "Not quite, but soon I hope!" he replied with a smile. "Can I sit down now?" Lien asked, picking up her skirt. "Of course, 'til next hand," Peter joked. "We'll see about that," she threatened, but she was laughing as she did it. Lien took the cards and dealt, but it was a much relieved Jenn that won the hand, raising her arms in the air as she did; which presented her breasts to Jason's more than interested eyes ... God she was stacked! He couldn't wait until she had to take her bra off ... and he wasn't even much of a breast man! Stacy had lost, and now her last shoe was gone, leaving her with just her jeans and panties. Jenn, true to form, picked him, and as he stood up, he was greeted by a wolf whistle from Lien. Taking off his jeans, and standing there in his boxers, he couldn't keep from feeling very nervous, and even embarrassed, even though the girls couldn't really see anything. As he contemplated his predicament, he asked Peter for one of the rum and colas, downing a fair bit of it while the cards were distributed. "Please God," he prayed to himself, "give me something good this hand ... please!" * * * Stacy was becoming more and more excited, and determined, as the game headed towards its conclusion. Of course taking of her top after the very first hand was rather daring, but then again initiating the strip poker game in the first place was hardly less than reckless, and she was in a reckless mood! One way or another, and she wasn't just sure how, one of these boys was going to have sex with her tonight; and if that meant one, or both, of the other girls had to do without, too bad! Of course the anticipation building in the room was now very high, Stacy could sense it. Liberal doses of alcohol, and the increasing state of undress of everyone, was fuelling it. Stacy dealt the next hand, noticing that Jason looked fairly nervous, and why not, she thought with an inward smile; if he lost he would end up being the first one naked! Stacy had a poor hand, three miserable hearts and two other nothing cards. She decided to try for a flush. As she distributed replacement cards she noticed that Jason only took one; he either had something really good, or he was in trouble! When she looked at her replacements, she discovered she not only didn't get a flush, but that her hopes were pinned on a pair of 4's ... not good! "How about two pair?" Lien said, smugly exposing her hand. "How about three Jacks?" Peter said, triumphantly. "How about a straight," Jason said, sounding more relieved than anything else, "I filled it ... it was my only chance!" "It's not fair," Jenn complained. "How so?" Peter asked. "I had a pair of aces," Jenn replied mournfully, showing her cards, "something like that has won most of the time." "What about you Stacy?" Lien asked. "Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic," she responded with chagrin, throwing her cards face down on the table. As she got up to remove her jeans, she wondered how much composure she would have when it was time to take her panties off. Not that she minded the idea of being nude, at least not when everyone else was going to be in the same state. No, for another reason ... Mother Nature may have cheated her when it came to breasts and hips and things, but she had gone all out with her intimate sexuality, making sure she had plenty of plump pussy parts showing beneath her modest patch of red pubic hair! In early high school, some of the meaner girls, once they had seen her naked after gym in the showers, started to tease her rather mercilessly. And even though the family physician ... thank goodness it was a lady doctor, and you could discuss such matters ... had reassured her she was completely normal ... she was a bit sensitive about how prominent and visible certain things were ... not at all like most other girls. Stacy remembered the conversation well. It was during the physical that she had needed to get a prescription for the pill. After the internal exam, she had blushingly, and haltingly, blurted out her embarrassing concerns. The young doctor, whose name was Jill, responded first with the reassurances, and then, in a conspiratorial tone, revealed a confidence ... sort of girl to girl. "I'm also quite ... ahem ... how should I put this ... developed down there," she had slyly smirked, "and my husband just loves to play with it ... most guys do!" After that, she had tried to convince herself that it might be an asset, like nice tits, as far as men were concerned ... although you couldn't highlight it in quite the same way when walking down the street ... but there was still a small nagging doubt ... As she stood there for a moment, almost naked, enjoying the rather admiring gazes of Peter and Jason, she thought to herself, "Maybe the reaction of Jason and Peter will show me if Jill is right!" "So who are you picking," Peter said to Jason, as Stacy sat down, "Lien?" "Oh no," Jason laughed, "she'd be really disappointed if you don't get to strip her. Besides, Jenn," he continued turning to her, "I would be a total liar not to admit I'd like to see your breasts." "These," Jenn said in a surprisingly confident tone, smiling at Jason, while holding each of them underneath by the palms of her hands, "maybe I should keep you in suspense and take my panties off instead?" "That would hardly be terrible for me either," Jason admitted, with a laugh. "You know," she said with a giggle, to no one in particular, as she reached around behind her back to unclasp her bra, "I'm kinda surprised at myself; when we started I thought I might be too afraid to do this ... maybe it's because I've been drinking?" As Jenn removed her bra, there were a number of gasps from around the table. Jenn's breasts were even better, once exposed, than was hinted at underneath her bra. In fact, they were lovely! Firm looking, and full, with light brown areola dotted with small bumps; and at the center of each one a compact medium pinkish-brown nipple. At 19, there was no sagging, and the nipples jutted forward towards the audience. "She has great boobs," Stacy thought to herself, "why don't mine look like that?" "Jenn," Peter said in an awestruck sort of way, "you have fabulous breasts ... unbelievably nice!" "Ditto," Jason said, "they're wonderful ... you must be a knock out in a bikini." "Oh, I only ever wear a one piece," Jenn replied apologetically, "I guess I'm sorta shy." "If mine were like that," Lien said ruefully, looking down at her own chest, "I'd be wearing a swimsuit so small it would be illegal." "Yes," Stacy added to the conversation with a grin, "or going topless ... like me ... not that anyone would notice!" Everyone laughed at Stacy's joke, but even as they did she observed how much Jenn was enjoying being the center of attention. "Typical female," she thought to herself, "supposedly shy and modest ... but not really ... you just need the right circumstances." Peter appeared to Stacy to be a little transfixed by Jenn's display. Apparently Lien had noticed it as well. "Hardly any point taking my bra off now," she said sarcastically to Stacy, "since Mr. Peter here can't seem to take his eyes off Jenn's tits." "Maybe," she continued in a mischievous tone, "he might get to handle them when the dares come up ... I bet he'd go for that?" "No doubt", Stacy agreed, going along with Lien's humour, "but suppose he's unlucky and only gets to play with yours, or even worse, mine?" "Perhaps," Lien suggested with a laugh, "Jenn will take pity on him anyway ... what about it Jenn?" "Uh, huh," Jenn replied with a further giggle, "I'll probably be drunk enough ... that's for sure." "I guess it would be very unfair, Stacy," Lien added, with mock sadness, "if Jenn doesn't let Jason have a go as well?" "I could let him touch mine," Stacy giggled, "although I have a feeling it's not going to be quite the same thing." "Now just a minute," Jason protested, "if I'm allowed to do something like that, you won't catch me complaining!" "Nice try, but neither Stacy nor I believe that you won't be just a little disappointed," a laughing Lien said to him with a touch of sarcasm, "but anyway, there's only one way to find out which little boys and girls get to play doctor; and that's by playing some more hands. Whose deal is it?" "Mine," Jason answered. As he dealt the cards, Stacy noticed that Peter was still admiring Jenn's breasts ... small wonder! Lien picked up each card as they came to her, one by one. She didn't have much of a poker face, you could see by her wide eyes and excited look that she had something good. Stacy looked at her own hand; a 3, 4, 6, and 7 of diamonds, and the ace of spades. What should she do ... discard the little diamonds, and try for another ace, or go for a flush? If she kept the ace and didn't pair it, she still might have the best nothing hand; but if she missed the flush ... almost for sure no more panties! "You guys are in so much trouble," Lien gloated, "Peter's pants are a goner, no matter what ... and someone else is going to be standing over there all nice and naked," she added gleefully, "I wonder who?" "How many?" Jason asked Lien in a nervous tone of voice. "None." No wonder she was so confident, Stacy decided; she must have been dealt a killer hand! "Stacy?" Jason asked after giving Peter and Jenn their replacement cards. "One," she replied, finally making up her mind. If Lien had such a good hand, probably a straight or something like that, then the only way to beat her was with the flush. Jason took the top card off the deck and put it in front of her. Stacy carefully turned the top edge up, to peek underneath, and saw nothing but lovely diamonds ... yes! "Let's show 'em," Jason said, "I have a couple of kings." "Full house ... jacks and 8's," Lien squealed triumphantly, laying her hand on the table. "I've lost for sure," Peter said in a resigned voice. He had tried for a spade flush, but a treacherous 9 of hearts had ruined his plans. "Pair of queens," Jenn announced. She was probably very relieved that Peter was going to lose. "A flush," Stacy said turning over her diamonds. "Not good enough!" Lien exclaimed. "Shall I do the obvious ... and pick Jason," Lien crowed, her eyes sparkling, "or maybe one of these little tarts would like to show us her pussy?" Jenn's eyes widened fearfully at this suggestion. "Stacy likes to strip," Lien said, with a small smile and a toss of her head, clearly enjoying keeping the others in suspense, "maybe she might be able to take Peter's mind off Jenn's tits?" Oh, oh! "Wait a minute," Jason exclaimed. "What for?" Lien said. "It's OK," Stacy said to Jason, "I'll go first ... if I have to." Stacy couldn't help but admonish herself internally, remembering that she was the one who insisted on the game of strip poker. "Look at your hand," Jason insisted with a broad grin. Stacy spread out her cards, and then the realization dawned on her, the last diamond was a 5! "She not only has a flush, but a straight flush," Jason said laughing, "Stacy wins!" The others at the table started laughing as well, all except for Lien, who looked very disappointed. "Unbelievable," Lien said contritely, and then she continued more brightly, "at least Peter has to take his pants off." "Alright, alright," Peter said getting up, and then removing his pants without any fanfare. Once they were off Stacy couldn't help noticing that he might have some sort of erection starting, based on the way something was poking the fabric outward. Probably from ogling Jenn, she thought to herself with a smile. "So who gets to be nude," Lien said excitedly, "Jason or Jenn?" "Well I could hardly pick Jason," Stacy replied, "without him I would have lost the hand." "Oh, no," Jenn said, putting her hands over her face. "Don't worry Jenn," Stacy said reassuringly, "I think we're going to make this game very fair ... Lien is going to take off her bra, and then everyone is down to one item ... how about that?" "What!" a surprised Lien said. "Show us your tits," a laughing Peter said, "you heard the lady." "Stacy," Lien protested. "Let's go," Peter demanded, "the other girls have already done it. Let's see them!" Lien looked at Stacy, so she nodded her head to affirm her choice. "I can't believe you wouldn't make Jenn get naked," she complained to Stacy as she undid her bra. "There," she said to Peter, once it was off, "happy now?" "Very," Peter replied with a grin as he admired her. Lien was no Jenn, but unlike Stacy she did have breasts, nice medium sized ones, with brownish areola and matching nipples. Stacy thought they were just about exactly the size and shape she wanted to have after her boob job. Despite her protests, Lien didn't look at all concerned about her partial nudity. "Next hand," she announced, passing the cards to Jenn. "There's just enough rum left for one or two more rounds of drinks," Peter said, "maybe I should do refills before the next hand?" "Good idea," Jenn answered with a slightly inebriated giggle, "Because after you've all seen me with nothing on, I'll probably need one." There was some commotion as Stacy and the others gave their glasses to Peter, and then Jenn distributed the next hand. Stacy looked at her cards, a 10 of clubs and four more diamonds ... definitely, based on recent history, a girl's best friend! There wasn't even any decision to make, because the diamonds were headed by a king and a jack, so she had three decent chances to win, or more importantly, not lose, the hand; by getting a high pair, or even better, a flush. Even pairing the 4 or the 6 might keep her from automatically being the first one to strip completely. Stacy passed the club 10 to Jenn and got her replacement card. She gently tipped up the top of it, hoping the lightning might strike again if she followed the same routine as the last hand. Something black, and ominous, was underneath, the queen of spades ... how appropriate to get stuck with that nasty card, even though they weren't playing Hearts. Unless someone else had a bust ... she was cooked! She looked around the table as the others exchanged cards. She couldn't read Jason, but Lien seemed happy ... bad news there. Peter and Jenn looked worried as they waited for their cards ... maybe ... "You're first Stacy," Jenn said. "King high," Stacy said. "Riches to rags," Lien taunted with a giggle of her own. "Two pair," Jason said, "8's and 3's." "Straight," Lien announced, looking very excited, and a bit flushed. Things were not looking good for Stacy at all! "Spade flush," Peter said, "got it this time!" "Pair of aces," Jenn said in a disappointed tone, "that's twice I haven't won with those." "Peter wins," Jenn said, "and Stacy loses." "And I suppose you're picking me?" Lien said to Peter with some disgust in her voice. "You got it," Peter replied with a grin, "I get to see the rest of you ... before you get to see me." "Stacy has to go first," Lien said petulantly. Stacy stood up; trying very hard to look unconcerned, although she wasn't altogether sure she was succeeding. Somehow, taking your panties off wasn't just so easy compared to showing off your breasts! But she wanted everyone to think she was sexually experienced, and not unaccustomed to boys seeing her in the nude. Hah! "If I'm going to put on a show," she thought to herself in a determined way, "it might as well be a good one." She pulled her panties down with trembling hands and stepped out of them. She felt a warm flush on her cheeks, although she wasn't sure whether she was blushing, or it was the result of all the alcohol she had consumed. When she had added the panties to her pile of clothing, she just stood there, legs slightly apart; even though she knew that unless she closed them tightly, everyone would get a nice view of her intimate parts. After a few seconds, she looked around carefully, everyone, boys and girls, was staring at her crotch. Jenn was giggling nervously. "How long does she have to stand there?" Jenn finally asked. "I think that's long enough," Peter suggested, "you can't sit down until everyone gets a bit of a look." Stacy took this as permission to go back to her chair. She was about to sit down, and then she realized that her bare pussy would be touching the seat. Who knew what might be on it, this was college after all! So she retrieved her top from her clothing pile, and spread it carefully over the seat, leaning over as she did so. She was aware that Jason was probably getting a very interesting look at her from behind, but she no longer cared. Sitting down, and with a feeling of relief that she'd kept her composure, she pulled her chair under that table, hiding things mostly from view. "See anything interesting?" she finally said to Jason, somehow managing a smile. "You know it," Jason agreed cautiously with a smile, "something pretty nice!" "I don't know about the nice part," she said, looking him boldly in the eye, and doing her best to give him a suggestive inviting look, "but there's plenty to see." "I noticed," Jason admitted, blushing a little at her inference. "So did I," Peter added, exhaling theatrically, "you are pretty hot Stacy!" "I don't know why most guys," Lien said to Jenn in a perplexed way, "I mean normal guys, not sick perverted ones like Peter, think it's such a big deal for a girl to be nude ... I mean they can go to strip clubs, or on-line ... it's not like they never get to see naked women." "It's just ..." Jason said, by way of answering, "I mean ... well what I mean is that with a strip club you know that the girls are professionals, and that they're doing it for money. When a girl like Stacy takes her clothes off, it's different ... more special ... it's hard to explain." "I saw what you thought was so special," Lien said with a grin, "it even made Peter stop staring at Jenn's tits!"