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The Proper Rules For Strip Poker

By: PaulSandarac



It was just after seven and the late winter sky was darkening. It was nice to have more daylight by this time of year, if only it would warm up a little!

I walked up to the door of the side split house and rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps and then the door opened revealing Jayne smiling. I smiled back at the lovely girl and entered the front hall.

"How long did it take you to walk?" she asked.

"Only about 15 minutes, but boy, it's still pretty cold for almost April."

"Did you bring it with you?"

I passed her the brown paper bag and she took its contents, a bottle of Captain Morgan, and placed it on the front hall table.

Jayne and I are both finishing 1st year at university, so we are 19, but because the drinking age is 21, you have to have a friend or older brother or sister if you want to get alcohol. I looked at Jayne; a tall slim classically pretty blonde with blue eyes, shoulder length hair and long legs. She is slightly taller than I am but nevertheless, if certain little bids are telling the truth, interested in me.

"Put your coat in the closet and I'll put this in the kitchen," she said, "we're going to sit in the den; go down the stairs and turn left, first door on your right."

I went down the half flight and entered the room.

"Hi," a voice said.

It was Kathy, Jayne's younger sister who was just finishing high school and just had her 18th birthday.

"Hi Kathy; I didn't expect you to be home on a Saturday night; no date?"

"No, so Jayne said I could hang out with you two for a while and chaperone since my parents are away; is that OK?"

Her teasing tone of voice suggested that clearly she was aware of Jayne's interest in me!

"Sure," I said.

Kathy is shorter than her sister with green-grey eyes, a pretty upturned nose and medium brown hair that falls part way down her back. She has a more average build for a teen-aged girl and therefore more of a figure than Jayne.

"Hey guys," we heard from the kitchen, "come up here and help make the drinks."

The den it turned out had its own set of connecting stairs to the kitchen which we climbed with Kathy leading. I admired Kathy as I followed her, she was pretty cute!

"What do we mix with this?" Jayne asked.

"Rum and Coke is what most people have for their first real drink," I said.

"OK," she replied, "I'll try one; I've only had wine before this."

"Kathy?" I asked.

"Yes please."

Something told me that this wouldn't be Kathy's first "real" drink; as I knew from our friends that she had gone to quite a few parties and had a number of boys dating her on and off.

"I'd better measure the drinks; do you have a shot glass?"

Jayne went into the dining room and returned with one while Kathy opened a cupboard to show me where the soft drinks were kept. I carefully measured three weak rum and Cokes and we returned to the den and began to talk.

Naturally, with three very inexperienced drinkers, some giggling and laughing soon erupted, even though the amount of alcohol consumed was not yet very large.

As the talk became more playful, I noticed the electricity in the den. I sensed that both these girls liked me and found me attractive and were therefore flirting with me. Although I have had some girlfriends, my sexual experience is pretty pathetic; amounting to touching a bare breast during a session of heavy kissing and then being told by my now ex-girlfriend to stop.

The first drinks were pretty well gone so we decided to have seconds. Jayne, ever the sensible one, said we had better bring some food as she knew you shouldn't drink on an empty stomach.

When we returned with new drinks and some chips and fruit the conversation started up anew.

"Did you know that Debbie really likes Scott?" Kathy said.

Debbie was a mutual friend, a petite redhead, in the same year as Kathy, but a little older; I played sports with her brothers.

"I suspected as much because at their party she was always trying to sit beside him. Does he like her?" I said.

"Don't know."

The three of us had recently been at a party given by Debbie's older brothers.

"Now promise you won't tell anyone," Kathy said in a conspiratorial tone, "but she says she's going to invite him over to her house and then play strip poker with him".

Jayne and I both laughed loudly.

"Big talk!" I said, "And you believed her?"

"No way!" exclaimed Jayne, "She wouldn't have the nerve to even ask him over much less play strip poker!"

More laughter!

Suddenly Kathy turned to me and slyly asked, "Have you ever played?"

"Kathy!" Jayne was clearly surprised by this bold question.

"No, no, its OK, I can answer."

"A few years ago when I was about 17 up at the cottage there was this girl I knew from a few cottages down, Ann, who tried to start a game in the sleeping cabin."

"Ann explained all the proper strip poker rules to us and we dealt some hands but pretty soon everyone but Ann pretty much chickened out."

"If the others had continued I don't know whether I would have gone on; I was really nervous because Ann was only 14. If her parents found out we would have been in a lot of trouble."

"Maybe I shouldn't have worried, I haven't seen her since then but I hear she is pretty wild."

"Proper rules for strip poker," Kathy laughed, "what did she do, look them up in Hoyles?"

"No, she said her older brother Billy explained them to her one night; according to her he has played in a game that went all the way."

"So what are they?" asked Jayne.

"Are what?"

"The proper rules for strip poker."

"Yes, tell us," said Kathy giggling.

With some alcohol to spur me on, I immediately entered into a detailed explanation.

"OK, well if little Ann is to be believed, you play five card draw. There is no betting. After each hand the loser has to remove one piece of clothing. In addition the winner of the hand can choose to have one other person remove a piece of clothing. When you remove a significant piece of clothing, like a shirt, pants or underwear, you have to stand up so everyone can see you. And you can't cover yourself with one hand while removing the significant article with the other; everyone has to be able to see for a few moments. You can't hide anything until you sit back down. Once you are naked, you still keep playing, if you lose a hand or are chosen by the winner of a hand you have to do a dare chosen by the winner. The dare can't be to do something with or for the person choosing it. Dares are given out green, yellow and then red, so the first person having to do a dare gets something mild, so they're not too embarrassed; like standing up so everyone gets to look at them naked for a full minute. The next person to do a dare gets a yellow one, maybe to kiss or hug someone for a minute. If another person is involved in the dare, and really doesn't want to be then you have to give a new dare; but everyone is supposed to cooperate. After that its red dares. We didn't discuss them at all; probably because we were all too nervous. When everyone has lost all their clothes, there is one final hand with everyone naked. The winner of this hand gets to request dares from all of the others but this time they can involve themselves in the dare or request something between two of the losers."

While I was explaining all of this, the girls were drinking and listening, so the second round of rum and Cokes were nearly gone except for my glass, which was only half empty. This was probably a good thing, because I was starting to feel the effects of the rum a little.

Once I finished there was an awkward moment of silence. Everyone, I am sure, was thinking about the game I had just described.

"I'm going to get another drink, who else wants one?" Kathy said to change the subject.

"OK," Jayne said, "I need to use the bathroom."

"I'll get another one in a minute, I still have some left," I replied.

When the girls left the room, I realized that my explanation might have spoiled the party. In particular, even though the girls had asked about the rules, I knew from certain other little birds that Jayne was quite shy about boys and had never had a boyfriend. Maybe I just blew my chance with her. Maybe I was too forward allowing this particular subject to last so long. Maybe she would think I was trying to get her to play strip poker. Maybe ...

Kathy returned with two fresh drinks and she and I discussed school for a few moments. When Jayne came back into the room she sat down. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to have some extra sparkle. She waited until she had our attention.

"OK everyone;" she announced, "let's play!"

"What?" Kathy asked.

"Strip poker; the proper way!"

"Jayne!" Kathy gasped, "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm serious."

Kathy and I paused, not certain what we were hearing was real.

"I know that everyone thinks that I am a Miss Goody Two Shoes, but ...tonight I want to do something wild, for real, not just talk like Debbie."

Her eyes had a certain fire in them; clearly she had made up her mind upstairs in the bathroom. I was confused; beautiful Jayne, of all the girls I knew, would have been the last one I could have imagined asking for an actual game!

Kathy hesitated; she couldn't quite believe her older sister's suggestion.

"But he'll get to see things," she protested, coloring a little.

"Yes, and you'll get to see things too!"

"I don't know whether we should do this?" Kathy whispered, more to herself than anyone.

"Don't be a fraidy cat!" taunted Jayne. Kathy reddened further. I was stunned; for Jayne this was totally out of character; Jayne always deferred to Kathy regarding boys and parties and such, because Kathy had more experience. Now Jayne was the daring one and Kathy was the hesitant one.

"I'm going to get another drink," I said, leaving the room.

It seemed best to retreat to the kitchen until the situation resolved itself. As I mixed the rum and Coke I realized that if they decided to play I was going to have to participate or look like a total coward to Jayne. Which might mean showing myself naked to two girls. They won't do it I reassured myself. No way!

As I came back down stairs I heard the tail end of a discussion with Jayne's voice saying, "... besides, I trust him." That was flattering!

Jayne looked boldly at me and said, "we've decided to play if you will, however, if we do play, you have to keep everything that you see quiet. No talking to anyone about this!"

Unbelievable! "OK, I promise," I said, my insides turning over several times, but trying to be cool, "Kathy?"

She nodded still not looking quite as certain about things as her older sister.

Kathy said, "I'll get some cards after I use the bathroom."

I think she wanted out of the room for a moment to reconsider her decision.

"You better write down the order of poker hands for me," Jayne said, "because I don't play very often."

"I have a better idea," I said trying to keep my voice steady, "do you have a Rumoli game?"

"Yes."

"Well if you get it the board has all of the hands printed on it, we can use that."

Jayne left the room and I sat there nervous, but also excited at the prospect of possibly seeing not one but two real live naked girls; and very beautiful ones too! I decided that using the bathroom would be a good idea as well and when Kathy returned she pointed out where I could find it.

As I relieved myself I noticed that my little soldier was trying to arise, another problem! I tried to calm him down before returning to the den.

When I got back the girls went to the kitchen for new drinks and then we took a half a dozen cushions from the sofa and chairs and placed them on the den carpet as seats around the coffee table with the Rumoli board folded underneath the glass top where everyone could see it. Jayne closed the drapes and turned out any unnecessary lights.

"I guess we should cut for the deal," I said, just to have something to say. The atmosphere was positively electric.

"Wait," said Jayne, "how many pieces of clothing does everyone have on?"

Kathy counted, "Skirt, blouse, sweater, underwear, shoes and socks; nine!"

"I have the same," Jayne said.

"Shirt, pants, underwear, sweater, shoes and socks; eight," I counted.

"One less, too bad, how sad!" said Kathy, and there was some uproarious laughter, no doubt helped on by the rum and Cokes.

The laughter also helped to break the tension in the room and it seemed to me that Kathy had gotten over her anxiety somewhat and given her outgoing personality was becoming more excited by prospects ahead, now that she had taken the first step.

Jayne was looking directly into my eyes and she seemed quite flushed, which I took for excitement, although it could have been the rum.

I said, "Well, if you allow me to count my belt then we're even?"

"That's fair," Jayne said earnestly.

"Hold on," Kathy objected, "he's a boy so he has less to show, maybe he should start with one less item of clothing."

"Don't be a baby!" Jayne said, "Everyone starts the same."

Kathy won the deal and distributed the cards, we discarded, and she dealt replacements. When the cards were shown, Kathy had won with a pair of queens. She looked relieved!

"I guess the part about the winner choosing someone other than the loser to take something off doesn't matter when there are only three players in the game," I said, "if you lose a hand, you strip."

Jayne and I then each removed a shoe with some nervous laughter. It was a big step; we were actually playing!

Kathy's relief was short lived as the poker gods decided to give me three very strong hands in a row, which meant that Jayne was now without shoes and socks and Kathy only had one sock left.

"This isn't fair Jayne," Kathy said, "he's too good for us."

"Just a little lucky," I said trying to reassure her, "things can change."

I sensed that the game was about to end as far as Kathy was concerned; so during the next hand I threw away my good cards and lost with a bust.

"You see," I said to Kathy. Jayne finally won a hand.

"I thought I would be the first one naked for sure, the way things were going," she said primly.

I stole a glance at Kathy; she was looking at Jayne, clearly astonished at how calmly her shy sister was contemplating being nude in front of a boy!

Despite my gentlemanly gesture in losing a hand, I was still nicely ahead having only lost my shoes. Within a few minutes I regretted my generosity as Kathy won two hands in a row. I took off one sock after the first loss and then got a flash of inspiration and removed my belt after the second hand.

"Why did you leave one sock on?" asked Jayne, puzzled.

"I'm saving the other to cover something else up later," I replied.

Gales of alcohol enhanced laughter from the girls as they conjured a mental image of me with my last sock placed strategically.

But now it was time for Jayne to make a decision when she remembered that she had to lose a significant article of clothing, her sweater having gone on the previous hand.

Kathy looked at her and said pointedly, "You're the one who wanted to play, stand up and take something off!"

She stood up, took a deep breath, and then began to unbutton her blouse with trembling fingers, her earlier calmness suddenly gone.

I tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to not look too interested as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and threw it onto a chair. She was wearing a white cotton bra that contrasted nicely with her flushed skin as she blushed prettily. You could make out the outline of her nipples on her small breasts.

I smiled at her as gently as I could to ease her embarrassment and said, "Don't worry; we'll be joining you soon."

It was my deal, and things were getting serious. I pulled a pair of 9's and got a pair of 2's with my draw. I wondered whether Jayne would continue the game by taking of her skirt. Kathy had a nothing hand so I laid down my two pair expecting victory.

Jayne smirked at me as she showed her three 10's, Kathy just groaned.

Jayne then looked at Kathy and said, "No more sweater; unless you want to take your skirt off?"

Kathy just laughed at this ridiculous suggestion and then removed her sweater and I decided to get rid of my last sock.

"Changed your mind?" Jayne said playfully.

Jayne was on a bit of a roll and won the next hand also. Kathy stood without hesitation to remove her blouse, probably because Jayne had already done it, and I got up and took off my shirt to the approval of the girls. I wasn't particularly concerned because although I am not a very big guy, I play a lot of competitive tennis and am fairly fit. Kathy's fuller breasts were covered by a lacy white bra with a deeper plunge. I thought I could see erect nipples under it. Maybe Kathy was more excited about this game than I had figured.

"I think it's time for one more drink; ladies?"

"Make it light," said Jayne, "I've had plenty already."

"Ditto," said Kathy.

OK, I thought as I prepared the drinks in the kitchen, we're coming to the moment of truth. I was less nervous than I thought I would be at the beginning of the game, perhaps the rum was helping.

I returned to the den, served the drinks and sat down. Kathy dealt the cards without hesitation.

I finally won a hand but prudently didn't make any comments. Kathy and Jayne looked at each other.

"I will if you will," Kathy giggled, slurring her words slightly.

Surprisingly, Jayne stood up first, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She sat down immediately but not before I caught a glimpse of her mound covered by her white cotton panties. She met my eyes again when she noticed me looking at her. Kathy then did the same; exposing lace trimmed panties that matched her bra.

Suddenly, I realized that I was sitting with two very beautiful girls in just their underwear. My semi-firm penis decided that this was a very interesting situation and began to swell. Given that my next loss was going to be my pants, this was not good!

Now there was major tension in the air, everyone realized that the next hand would cause one of the girls to expose her breasts, but no one said to not deal the cards so I did. My hand was garbage! Four replacement cards didn't help matters so I prepared myself for the worst.

I laid my cards down and said, "Shouldn't be too hard to beat this."

Jayne showed her bust hand but her jack high beat my 10 high.

Kathy rocked backward with glee, also allowing me a quick peak at the crotch of her panties. Bad idea as my friend down below stirred further.

Kathy sat up again and showed her hand, a bust king high! She had won the hand.

I decided to stall the next big decision by Jayne, "OK ladies," I said gallantly, "if you can be in your underwear then I can be too."

I stood up stripped off my pants, my jockey briefs showing both girls that my friend was somewhat aroused. Jayne stared at my still covered erection and put a hand involuntarily to her month.

Kathy, true to her bolder personality, giggled and said, "Someone really likes this game; I can see that."

I blushed despite my best efforts not to and sat down, insides churning.

We both turned to Jayne, who was clearly hesitating and certainly blushing.

But Kathy spoke right up, "OK, Miss Goody Two Shoes, you wanted to do something wild tonight, well here's your big chance, preliminaries are over; this is the main event!"

The taunt seemed to stiffen Jayne's resolve. She got up.

Before she could do anything further I said, "Wait ... if she does this then we all have to go all the way ...no excuses. It's not fair if one person has to show off and others don't. Agreed?"

There was a moment of silence. The girls looked at each other.

"Agreed," they both said almost in unison.

Jayne then removed her bra showing me her modest breasts with small pink nipples.


The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 02



The Proper Rules For Sstrip Poker: The Sequel

Author's Note: This story can be read as a standalone piece; but some of the subtler items will be more meaningful if you have read the original story, "The Proper Rules For Strip Poker". So now, with apologies for the length, because there are new characters to introduce, and many new situations to explore; and in response to many requests!

I waited as the telephone rang. Finally a voice answered, it was Kathy. We hadn't spoken since the night of the strip poker game, so I didn't quite know how to start the conversation. After all, when you have seen someone nude and they have seen you in the same state, and there has been some fairly serious touching of certain sensitive body parts going on, and you are a sexually inexperienced 19 year old, and they are the 18 year old younger sister of your new girlfriend, sparkling conversation doesn't just flow so easily! So I said with brilliant originality, "Hi Kathy, how are you?"

She didn't hang up on me; I took that as a good sign!

In fact she inquired in a friendly tone, "Fine, how are the university exams going?"

"Don't ask; I even had to study last Saturday night I had so much work to cover."

"Jayne and I figured you were probably pretty busy. She has been up to her eyeballs as well."

She continued, giggling, "So you weren't just avoiding us, hiding out, after our little 'party'."

"No," I protested," Jayne and I agreed on the phone the next day that we wouldn't be able to get together for a while because of exams. I called again last week and left a message for Jayne with your Dad. Didn't she get it?"

"Yes, but only yesterday."

"Can I please talk to her?"

"She was in the shower, I'll see if she's finished, otherwise I'll have her call you back. Hang on."

I waited and then Jayne came on the line, "Hi, I finally got your message; last night!"

"I'm sorry," I replied, "Your father said you were studying so I told him not to disturb you and to just let you know I called."

"Well he's in big trouble with me, and he knows it. It's an absolute rule when you live in a house with teenaged daughters that messages from boys are to be passed along immediately, if not sooner," she laughed, "even my mother was annoyed with him. She told him at dinner that he had no chance of marrying either one of us off anytime soon to any remotely eligible male if he couldn't even forward a simple telephone message. The three of us gave him so much grief that he eventually went into the den to eat his dessert."

I laughed and asked, "So how are you?"

"Kinda wet, actually," she said, "I just got out of the shower."

"Oh, would you like me to call back"

"No, I'd much rather talk to you than do anything, especially studying."

I decided to be a little forward.

"The last time we were together you told me you wouldn't mind having a shower with me, is that offer still open?" I said.

"Don't be silly." she said, "My parents are here."

"So, can you guess what I'm wearing?" she asked playfully, changing the subject.

"No; what?" I replied, confused by the question.

"A towel."

"Oh!" A certain image sprung into my mind, and then ricocheted down to my crotch.

"Maybe if you were here and I was alone I might let you see me in this towel, but only if you were especially nice to me" she teased.

"I think I'd really like that, when?" I replied.

But then she answered in a more serious tone, "As soon as you can provide us with some protection, not like last time. Are you going to get some?"

"Yes."

"Good, because I don't trust myself at all where you are concerned. I'm not sure I will be able to stop another time no matter what might happen."

My hopes soared!

"I can't believe how bold I am," she continued in an incredulous whisper, half to herself, "I've never felt like this about anyone before."

My heart was pounding.

"Me neither, I can't stop thinking about you. And not just because of what we did the other night."

There was a moment of silence as we considered these admissions.

Then she broke our silence, changing the subject in a lighthearted tone of voice, "By the way, I think Kathy must have taken both the bath sheets into her room, because I could only find one towel, and it's a really small towel; it hardly covers anything, especially down below."

I groaned as a very suggestive image planted itself in my mind, "You realize I have to study and now all I can think about is you in that towel; or you under that towel."

"Well that's OK," she continued happily, "girls like to know that their boyfriends are thinking about them."

"If you understand boys the way I think you do, and I know I do, you know very well that they aren't fantasizing about the color of some girl's hair."

"Depends where it is!" she said provocatively, and then teasing me further, "If anyone sees me in this towel they'll know for sure that I'm a 'real blonde', as you guys like to say; but you know that already so I guess you don't need to see me in this."

"I certainly do, and as soon as possible!" I suggested. "Where did you hear that 'real blonde' expression?" I asked.

"I've overheard guys in high school saying it when they're discussing girls as we come out of the change room after gym class."

"I would never use such language," I said, trying to be dignified.

"Right," she replied, "of course not, you're different from other boys," and then she laughed at me in a way that blew my pretenses away!

Wow! One strip poker game had certainly changed my shy beautiful Jayne. This conversation was amazing, and very informative. I had totally underestimated how much girls actually knew about how guys discussed them!

But then she continued more seriously, "Much as I would like to continue this very naughty phone call with you, I also have to study. But after Thursday I don't have another exam for a week, so I'm taking Saturday off. Would you like to come over again? Kathy and I are thinking about having a small group in, because my parents are at a convention. They've already given us permission. She and I have some special plans."

"What are they?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," she said teasing.

"Of course I'll come, but can we spend some time by ourselves?"

"What for?" she said, pretending innocence.

"So I can see how you look in that tiny towel!" I said hopefully.

"And I thought you were different from other boys. I thought you liked me for my mind. I'm so disappointed!" she said teasing me back.

"No, I'm just normal; and you knew very well when you told me about the towel what it would do to me."

"Enough!" she commanded, "Now go study."

"Yes ma'am. Goodnight."

After this conversation it was necessary to partake in some personal extracurricular recreation so that my mind could actually focus on schoolwork. And the next day after my exam it was necessary to drive to a pharmacy as far away from home as possible where no one would recognize me making a very embarrassing purchase.

Saturday finally came, after what seemed to be a glacial amount of time. Jayne had called me in the afternoon, requesting that I arrive before the others, at 6:30. 

After the short walk, and in much better weather than two weeks ago, I rang the bell. And there she was, every bit or more lovely than I recalled from the last evening. There was no possible way this exquisite girl could be mine. I studied her; the startling blue eyes, medium length blond hair, slim figure and long legs. Even if I was the most clever, handsome, athletic and accomplished guy in the world, and I was none of those things, I could never measure up to this girl.

She immediately spotted the serious look on my face, "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"You are so beautiful," I said truthfully, closing the front door and taking off my coat.

She put her arms around my neck, I held her and we kissed; a long and very, very passionate kiss. Then we heard a noise.

"Ahem! OK, children, get your paws off each other; playtime later, we have things to discuss," said Kathy who had appeared in the front hall.

Jayne and I broke off our embrace; we looked at each other, flushed.

Kathy snorted, but was laughing, "Boy, you two have it bad!"

"Come on down to the den and listen up," she continued feigning disgust, "and if you can't pay attention and keep making eyes at each other I'm going to dump a pail of cold water over both of you."

Probably not a bad idea, at least in my case, I was already pretty aroused.

We all sat down and listened to Kathy. As much as I was head over heels for Jayne, Kathy's medium length brown hair, green-grey eyes and nice figure certainly never escaped my notice.

"I ended up telling Debbie about our little game of strip poker the other day."

Debbie is a good friend of Kathy's and is in her last year of high school. She is also 18, a year younger than Jayne and I.

"But no one was supposed to know," I interjected.

"Yes, it's my fault, but she was going on and on about playing strip poker with Scott and I just wanted to shut her up, once and for all."

Scott was the current subject of Debbie's attentions, also an 18 year old high school senior, although none of us knew whether he was equally interested in Debbie.

"So what did she say?" I asked.

"Well at first I'm sure she didn't believe me," Kathy continued, "so I told her to check it out with either Jayne or you. Of course, I knew she wouldn't have enough nerve to actually ask a boy about a real strip poker game. She's all talk; no action!"

"And?" I said.

"Well I think she now knows I wasn't kidding because a week ago she started to literally beg me to include her in another game with you and Jayne. When I finally agreed to ask you two whether you would consider it, she started going on and on about how in a game with three girls and one boy, the boy would be stripped in no time! I'm absolutely sure she just wants to get in a game so she can see you naked and then she'll chicken out when her turn finally comes."

"So?" I asked.

"Jayne and I talked this over, and we have decided to teach her a permanent lesson, if you will help us."

"We have invited her over for 7:00, and told her there might be a game tonight," Kathy continued, "however; there are a few conditions she doesn't know about."

"Such as?"

"I am going to referee the game and, just to make things more interesting and uncomfortable for Debbie, I also invited Scott over!"

I was surprised and said, "Does Scott know what's supposed to happen?"

"He doesn't have a clue," Jayne interposed, "you might have to talk him into playing."

I considered all of this information. As far as talking Scott into a game, that shouldn't be too hard. The chance to see three naked girls is a pretty powerful incentive for a guy even if you have to take your own clothes off. Debbie was another matter. If Kathy was right, having Scott here would likely cause her fold her tent before the game even off the ground.

"I get the picture, when Debbie chickens out, you will be able to really rub her nose in all her cheap talk."

"Yes," said Kathy laughing, "for years and years to come. She'll never hear the end of it. I expect it will shut up her bragging for good."

"But what if she actually plays?" I asked.

"We've thought of that too," said Jayne, "and we'll be sure she is the first one naked, unless she is incredibly lucky; so if she wants to see a naked boy, she'll have to take all her clothes off and stay in the game. She'll probably chicken out before that happens."

"But if she goes through with it, Scott might get to see you," I said to Jayne, suddenly concerned.

"Yes," said Kathy, "and that's why I am going to not only play, but referee. So I can make sure that any dares don't go too far. And Scott knows that you two are an item because I told him that when I invited him over, he's a pretty decent guy, I doubt if he will do anything silly. He's got two other unattached girls to take advantage of, and one of them apparently has a big crush on him."

"Are you going to be jealous if things get serious?" Jayne asked.

"Probably," I replied, "because things are different now from the first game. But I don't own you, and Scott will have to get naked as well, so I'll try to be mature about it. If you're OK with it, I'm OK with it."

My feelings weren't entirely in synch with my words.

"There's looking and there's touching," Jayne said seriously, "Scott can look, but I don't think I'm going to allow anyone but you to touch."

And then, "Please say you'll do it for me?" she asked, "Debbie needs to be brought down a peg or two for sure, and we've been planning this for nearly a week."

"Yes," Kathy added teasing, "And I'm sure Jayne will make it up to you!"

Jayne flushed, but her eyes were excited. "Kathy, just shut up. I'll do whatever I want with him, and not because he'll play strip poker with us!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sure you will, missy," Kathy said laughing, "it's written all over your face. He'd have to be the stupidest guy alive not to see it."

Kathy turned to me and said in a conspiratorial tone, "I really need to take her aside for a lecture; she's so forward about you it's embarrassing. My formerly shy older sister ... from the moment she took her clothes off and did that dare for you; my goodness what a change! Heaven only knows what sort of mischief you two got up to after I went to bed. Both of you left all alone downstairs, totally naked and half drunk. Imagine!"

"I never kiss and tell!" I stated, trying to be serious.

Jayne just gave her a little glare, and then said to me, "She's been curious for the last two weeks, and keeps dropping little hints for me to satisfy her dirty little mind. Shall I tell her?"

"If you want to, I don't care as long as it stays amongst we three," I replied.

"Well since you are so very, very interested," Jayne said to Kathy, "we went pretty far, but not all the way, not because we didn't want too, because we both really, really wanted to, me especially, but because I was sure I'd get pregnant. And he was very sweet and responsible and didn't force me, even though he knew I would have just let myself go and given myself to him in a heartbeat. So there, now you know!"

If only she knew how close I came to acting on my instincts!

"OK, I won't ask for any more details," Kathy said, "as lurid as I am sure they are."

"Since we are telling a few secrets," she continued turning in my direction and smiling, "I don't mind admitting that after that last dare we did I was so turned on that if I'd been left alone with you in the den like Jayne, I probably would have just thrown myself at you, regardless of the consequences. I don't know how you two ever managed to stop after all that kissing and caressing that I saw and Lord knows what else that I didn't see! If it had been me instead of Jayne, I would have had you in bed with me so fast you wouldn't believe it. As it was it took me forever to get to sleep."

"So Jayne," Kathy exclaimed, laughing as she did so, "please be careful with your dares, otherwise you might just have to loan him to me for a while. But don't worry, I'll return him to you in good condition!"

Jayne and I joined into the laughter. Kathy's indiscretion about her own state of arousal at the end of that memorable night seemed to bring all of us together.

Then we heard the doorbell.

"That will be Debbie," Kathy said, "I told Scott to come at 7:30."

"This should be interesting," said Jayne.

"Showtime!" remarked Kathy.

"Would you like me to answer the door?" I suggested.

"That would be really good," said Kathy, "she'll get all flustered right away, thinking that she's going to see you naked."

I went up the steps and opened the front door. There was Debbie. She looked a little startled to see me at first.

"Hi," I said, "come on in."

Debbie is a petite redhead with long flowing hair that goes almost to her waist and green eyes. There is the slightest trace of freckles in her complexion. She is not stunningly beautiful, like Jayne, or very cute and pretty, like Kathy, but still very good looking and has a fairly well developed figure for someone who's probably not even five feet tall on a good day.

"Where are Kathy and Jayne?" she asked, taking off her coat.

"Down in the den, or maybe in the kitchen getting things ready," I said as I hung up her coat, "How's school?" I continued in my friendliest possible tone of voice. I turned and looked right into her eyes at the end of my question.

Kathy was spot on with her prediction; Debbie flushed and averted her gaze from me.

I smirked at her reaction. So I had to make sure she didn't see it by covering my mouth with my hand as if I was thinking.

"Let's go down to the den," I suggested.

As we entered the room the girls came down the back stairs carrying a tray of fruit and a laden cheese board.

"Hi Debbie," Kathy greeted her.

"Hi, Kathy, Hi Jayne," Debbie replied, "how are your exams going?"

"The same as everyone else's," Jayne replied, "brutal! University is nothing like high school at all. Just wait until you see how hard you have to work."

Jayne and Kathy started up a lengthy conversation about everything but the thing they knew was on Debbie's mind. I realized this was deliberate. They wanted her to squirm a little.

I volunteered to make some drinks.

"I left the rum on the kitchen counter with the shot glass and a tray," Jayne said, "There is still more than half of it left. Don't make the drinks any stronger than the last time; unless you want me throwing up on you when we're making out later." she laughed, "You know where everything else is."

Debbie's eyes were as wide as saucers at this bold statement about making out, which I knew was entirely for her benefit. Now Debbie was surely wondering what really went on at the strip poker game. She looked away; Kathy winked at me.

"Would you like a rum and Coke, Debbie?" I asked.

"Is everyone having one?" she asked, "Because we're all under age. My parents won't let me even have a glass of wine at Christmas."

"Well your parents aren't here," said Kathy, "of course the rest of us are having real drinks; it makes the evening more fun. Don't worry, he won't make them very strong, he has his orders. You can go watch him if you like."

"No, no, it's OK," she replied, "just make mine the same as the others."

"OK," I said and went up to the kitchen to prepare a tray of drinks.

When I returned and served them I noticed that it was almost 7:30.

Kathy had observed it too, so she said, "Debbie, they have agreed to a strip poker rematch tonight, with you included, however, it didn't seem fair, three girls and only one guy to share between us; so I invited Scott to join us. He doesn't know about the game, but hopefully he'll play. He should be here any minute."

The doorbell rang, right on cue, and Debbie's face fell as she digested this news. She was trapped like a butterfly on a pin, looking from side to side for a solution. Of course none was forthcoming from either Jayne or Kathy. I almost felt sorry for her; almost!

"Shall I get the door," I said.

"Yes please," replied Jayne, all business.

I welcomed Scott into the house and took his coat. We knew each other but weren't really friends. Scott is a little taller than I am and heavier, but still in very good shape.

"Where is everybody," he asked.

"Down in the den," I replied, "I'll show you the way."

He followed me into the den and greeted the girls.

Kathy got up and gave him a little hug, "Thanks for coming," she said.

I could see that Debbie wasn't pleased with the hug.

Jayne gave him a welcoming smile and then turned to me, "Why don't you get Scott a drink upstairs?"

Debbie, it appeared, might be displeased, but couldn't seem to speak. I wonder why?




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 02



Kathy turned to me and said, "While you're there, why don't you ask Scott if he's OK with what we have planned for tonight?"

Debbie was looking at the floor. Kathy's eyes were twinkling as she met mine with her request.

I led Scott upstairs bringing my drink with me.

"There's not a lot of choice," I said, "you can have rum and Coke or rum and something else, unless you don't want alcohol."

"No, rum and Coke is great, thanks; so what are you supposed to ask me about?"

"Well, the girls have a game of strip poker planned, do you want to play?" I said in a matter of fact way, pouring his drink.

"This is a joke, right?"

"No, it's no joke. They want a game."

"C'mon."

"OK, if you don't believe me. 'Kathy' I called, can you come up here for a minute?"

Kathy came up to the top of the steps.

"Would you please tell Scott that I am quite serious about there being a real strip poker game planned for tonight?"

"He's telling the truth Scott; he, Jayne and I played once before with him, and the game went 'all the way', if you know what I mean. Debbie found out about it and wanted to play, so we thought it would be better to ask another guy to join us."

"I'm still not sure I believe either of you," he said, but a look at our faces convinced him that it was for real.

"So if he's in, come back down stairs so I can explain the rules. If he's out, it's probably better if he leaves before we get started," Kathy said to me in a casual tone.

I nodded. She left the kitchen. 

"OK, OK, I'm in ... I guess."

Kathy's remark had hit him right in his male ego.

"But did everyone take everything off?" he asked.

"Everything," I said, "like the Brits say, 'starkers'. And there were dares!" I added for emphasis.

"And you got to see them ..."

"Totally naked; and they got to see me the same way."

"Wow! But weren't you embarrassed?"

"Very, at first; but you get over it, sort of," I grinned, "I was the first one to completely strip."

"And they got to see you with a hard-on?"

"Of course," I replied, "with the girls wearing nothing or practically nothing you just can't help yourself, or at least I couldn't!"

I could see that Scott was impressed, not only by what had clearly taken place but also by my truthful answer to his questions.

"So if this game gets off the ground, be prepared!"

"And Scott," I continued, "three things I want you to keep in mind."

"OK," he replied a little nervously.

"One: It's a lot harder for girls to strip than guys. So it's OK to look, but if you start making fun or laugh the game will either end or your life will end; get it? So just don't do it!

"Two: Jayne and I are pretty serious about each other. We've already discussed the game, and she's OK with you seeing her naked, because you'll be naked at some point as well. But you touching her when we get to the dares will be a problem, so don't push it!"

"Three: We don't know whether Debbie will bail either before the game starts or during when things get serious. Let the other girls handle the situation, OK?"

"Got it," he said seriously, "and thanks, I'll make sure I remember even after I've had a couple of drinks. And if I don't just pull me aside and read me the riot act."

"Have you ever seen a real live naked girl before?" I asked.

He hesitated, looked down, paused, and then paused again, finally answering, "Actually no."

"Don't worry," I said, "I hadn't either until two weeks ago. Most of what the guys our age tell you about what they do with girls is crap. Those that are actually doing something serious don't for the most part either talk or brag about it. By the end of tonight you'll probably know more than the jerks who do all the big talking."

Scott looked at me gratefully. He had finished quite a bit of his drink while I talked.

"Another drink?" I said, "I'm going to have one; if I have a bad run of cards I might need some 'bottled courage'."

"Good idea," he said.

I poured the drinks and we descended to the den.

"Refills, ladies," I offered.

"Yes, please," said Kathy.

"Why don't you get a round for us," suggested Jayne.

"I can do it," said Scott, "I saw how much you measured; I'll make them exactly the same."

"Yes," I offered, trying to raise the temperature of the conversation as I knew Jayne and Kathy would want, "we don't want these lovely girls too drunk to take their clothes off without help."

"Ha, ha," exclaimed Kathy, picking up my cue, "if I recall correctly you were the very first person naked the last time we played. What makes you think things are going to be different this time?"

"Kathy really," I replied wagging a finger at her, "try to make the new players feel more relaxed. They're going to be pretty nervous if they think you'll have them totally stripped by the third hand."

Scott left for the kitchen, clearly amused but mindful of my advice, so he said nothing.

I stole a glance at Debbie; she looked petrified!

Jayne turned to me, "Let's close the curtains, put the cushions on the floor and turn off all the lights except that one. Can you help me please?"

If Debbie made herself any smaller she was going to completely disappear!

By the time the room was organized Scott had returned with the drinks.

"OK," Kathy said, "bathroom break and then we get started."

Debbie got up with lightning speed and left the den. Scott looked at me and appeared about to make a comment about her. I quietly nodded my head from side to side. He got the message.

"What's that under the coffee table?" he asked.

"That's a Rumoli board, folded up," Jayne answered, "it's got the correct order of poker hands printed on it for we amateurs."

"Good idea," Scott offered.

While we were waiting on Debbie we all attacked the fruit and cheese. Apparently potential sexual situations gave everyone an appetite!

No one said very much.

Finally Kathy got up, "Where is Debbie? I better go see if she's all right."

Jayne looked at me very meaningfully. Scott just kept munching and said nothing.

Kathy left the den. A few moments later we heard some commotion in the hallway.

"You're the one who asked for the game; we went to a lot of trouble to organize this."

That was Kathy's voice. 

"I'm just not sure!" whined Debbie.

Then they both came into the room.

"I don't know whether Debbie will be able to play," Kathy said smugly.

"Debbie, what is the problem?" Jayne asked remorselessly, "This was your idea. Are you chickening out now in front of the guys?"

The knives were really out! Debbie was close to tears. Any bravado she had was completely shattered. Jayne and Kathy were smiling grimly. They were making their point to Debbie, in spades!

Suddenly Scott came to the rescue, "Debbie, I'm pretty nervous as well. If you want we can start the game and then if it gets too daring you can quit and go home. The others have done this before; we haven't. We'll have to let them decide what the 'point of no return' is; when we get there you'll have to make a decision, keep going, or bail out. Is that fair?"

"Yes," she answered gratefully, probably because it was Scott's suggestion. Then she continued in a hushed tone, "Let's begin. I'll be OK."

Kathy and Jayne looked at each other. I noticed the secret satisfaction on their faces. If nothing else, I knew Debbie wouldn't be doing any more boasting in front of them after this pathetic performance. Almost reduced to tears before even a single shoe or sock was discarded!

"And remember," Jayne warned, "you can't bail out if someone is more naked than you are. If anyone does that the rest of us will make sure that everybody, and I mean everybody, knows about it. You'll be a laughingstock among all your friends for a month of Sunday's."

"OK, OK," Kathy said, turning to me, "is it alright if I explain the rules?"

"Go ahead," I replied.

"Most people don't know that there is a proper way to play strip poker, which is the way we play."

She continued, "The game is five card draw, you can replace a maximum of four cards each hand. You don't bet your clothes. At the end of each hand the person with the worst cards has to strip off an item. The person with the best hand gets to select one other person, not the loser, to strip."

"Now then, when you strip off anything important, you have to stand up so the other players can get a good look for a bit. And there is absolutely no hiding yourself with your hands while you are standing, but once you sit down you can try to cover up to keep away from all those prying, curious little eyes," she said, "but no props, like these cushions, can be used for camouflage. After all,' she said emphatically, laughing, "the game is 'Strip Poker', not 'Go Fish'."

Several of us laughed along with her at this point.

"Once someone is totally naked the game gets really interesting, because if that player loses a hand or is chosen by the winner of a hand they have to do a dare. The winner of the hand gets to choose the dare or dares, if there are two naked players, but the dare can't have anything to do with the winner. Most dares are timed and last one minute. Jayne brought the egg timer from the kitchen; it has a bell that will go off when time's up."

"Dare's have a color, they're green, yellow and then red. The first dare done is a green one, so it's not too bad for the person doing it and usually doesn't involve anyone else. The next dare is yellow, and it can be more personal or involve someone else. After that all of the dares are red, and can be either very embarrassing or risqué. If you're asked to participate in another person's dare, you have to cooperate unless it is totally unreasonable. There were some problems in the first game because some people thought their dares were unfair and so there was some arguing. But no one chickened out, no dares were withdrawn, and I can tell you from personal experience," she said dramatically, "some of the dares were pretty bad!"

Debbie and Scott listened to all of this and you could tell from their faces they were really curious as to what the dares in that first game might have been and who did what. You could sense the tension in the room.

"So for this game," Kathy continued, "to prevent any arguments I am going to be the head referee and I will decide if a dare is fair. What I say goes! If I tell you to do someone's dare, you have to do it, even if you don't agree or are too scared. If I am involved in the dare then Jayne will be the referee, and if both of us are involved then you," she said, turning to me, "will decide if the dare is unreasonable."

"When everyone is naked, then we play a final hand. You really want to win this round because if you do, you get to request dares from everyone else, and," she added raising her eyebrows and grinning, "you can make them do something for or to yourself if you want."

"I've already decided," she stated provocatively, "that if I win the final hand then the guys are going to be my sex slaves for the rest of the evening."

This comment broke everyone up, even Debbie had to laugh. But I had to give Kathy credit, she had managed to loosen up the atmosphere, she must have thought this one up earlier.

"Who won the final hand last time?" asked Scott.

"Jayne," I said, "her three jacks beat my three sixes."

"How was the dare?" Scott asked.

"Oh, she decided to be nice to me, so even though it was a pretty bold dare, I enjoyed it." I replied smiling at Jayne.

"And yours?" he asked Kathy, curious.

"It wasn't very nice at all, in fact I thought it was horrible and totally unfair," Kathy said, "I almost didn't do it, but it actually worked out OK in the end."

All this discussion about dares, along with vivid imaginations, and alcohol, contributed to some flushed faces in the room.

"It's kinda hot in here," I remarked, "but I don't want to lose my sweater before we even start playing."

"Don't worry," replied Jayne smirking, "we'll have that off you in no time and once we get the rest of your clothes you'll be totally comfortable!"

This also brought about quite a bit of laughter.

"OK everyone, places on the cushions please," Kathy commanded sitting on the floor and picking up the cards, "high card is dealer," and she began to distribute a card to each person as we scrambled into place. Jayne won the deal.

"Now let's count clothes," Kathy said, "I have nine items, excluding jewelry."

"I have nine as well, if you let me count my belt like last time," I volunteered.

"What did you count Kathy?" Debbie asked.

"Two shoes, two socks, skirt, sweater, blouse, bra and panties. Nine items," she replied, then continuing, "So you have shoes and socks, a skirt, blouse, panties and bra. Eight items. You are wearing a bra aren't you?" Kathy teased.

Debbie turned very red.

"You don't have a sweater, but your skirt has a belt, so you can I use it like him," Kathy said glancing in my direction.

"Even with my belt I only have eight items," Scott said.

"We'll let you count your watch," Jayne responded, "so now you have nine. I have nine as well, so the belt on my skirt doesn't count. Let's play a couple of hands and then we can get new drinks," she offered while dealing the cards.

The game was on! The only question in my mind was, how far would it go?

Jayne won the first hand with three kings while Kathy lost so she removed her sweater. It was certainly a little hot in the room. 

Jayne pointed to Debbie, "Take something off."

"Hey," she protested angrily, "I thought the girls would try to strip the boys and they would try to do the same to us."

"Oh no," Jayne said primly, "that wouldn't be at all fair if there are an uneven number of boys and girls in a game, like this one. Everyone is fair game so take something off; show us how brave you are!" Jayne taunted her.

I knew that Jayne was sending her a little message about her suspected plan to get me naked quickly in the original three girl, one guy, game Debbie thought was happening tonight.

Debbie threw off a shoe while she glared at Jayne.

Jayne won the next hand with two pair and Debbie lost so she removed her other shoe with a worried look. Jayne pointed at Kathy, "Next item," she ordered.

Now it was Kathy's turn to protest, "What's wrong with the guys, they have lot's of clothes, don't baby them," she said as she removed a shoe.

"Kathy, there's no way I'm going to let you get a big lead, like last time," Jayne remarked, "you're way too lucky."

The Scott won a hand easily with a straight and Kathy lost again; off came the other shoe. Scott selected Jayne and she removed her sweater.

Then Kathy won on her deal and I lost, peeling off my sweater without protest. At least I was cooler.

"Told ya," Jayne teased me, leaning over to give me a little kiss on my cheek.

But then she was frowning because Kathy got some revenge by selecting her to remove an item; off came a shoe.

Jayne won again and Kathy lost. Jayne pointed at Debbie who sulkily removed a sock.

"If this keeps up we're going to be totally naked before the guys have to even remove their shoes and socks," Kathy said bitterly.

Debbie finally won a hand with a pair of aces and I lost, so I removed a shoe. Debbie selected Scott, who smiled as he removed his watch.

"Let's take a bathroom and drink break," requested Jayne, "I want everyone to be well armed in the drinks department before things get too serious."

When we all returned to the den, Scott lost three hands in a row, with Jayne, Debbie and I also selected for clothing removal. Then I pulled a full house on my deal. Off came Debbie's belt, the next loss for her would be significant! I decided the diplomatic thing would be to select Jayne, who removed a sock while sticking her tongue out at me!

Kathy laughed, "Well that relationship was short lived."

The atmosphere in the room was pretty electric! Everyone recognized that the game was about to go up another notch. After ten hands I was still in good shape having only lost my sweater and shoes. Jayne, Kathy and Scott still had a sock left, but no sweaters or a watch in Scott's case. Debbie was in trouble, she was down to four items of clothing.

"I knew that I would be nervous," Scott volunteered, "but even so, this game is really intense."

"Poor baby," said Kathy with a little sarcasm, "if you think there is pressure now, just wait till you see how you feel when you have to remove your underwear!" she continued, "And you can be sure that I won't promise not to look. Maybe we could go up to the kitchen and you could give me a little preview?" she suggested, flirting with him.

"You will get to see all in good time, my lady, just be patient ...although I know it's hard for you." Scott stated, joining in the fun by trying to be dignified.

Kathy gave him a playful tiny slap on the arm. Everyone was laughing or giggling except Debbie. She was looking daggers at Kathy because of the flirting with Scott.

Jayne dealt the cards. After the discards I noticed a look of triumph on Kathy's face. Oh, oh! The last time she got hot at poker Jayne and I got stripped naked in no time!

Kathy put down three queens, Jayne and I showed off pairs, while Debbie had a pair as well, but they were only fours. Scott waited with a twinkle in his eye.

Kathy smirked at him, "C'mon, show 'em; because even if you haven't lost, I'm picking you anyway because you won't go up to the kitchen and show me anything. So I'll strip you the hard way, by whipping you at this game!"

Scott revealed a flush. Debbie put her face into her hands.

"Well, well," Scott said quietly, "who should I pick? Maybe Miss Kathy of the bold remarks? I think so."

Kathy removed her last sock and threw it at him.

"Do I really have to stand up?" said Debbie in a very hesitant tone of voice.

"Absolutely!" said Jayne.

"Is this a 'point of no return'?" asked Scott seriously.

"Heavens no," replied Kathy, "Who ever heard of someone chickening out of a real strip poker game because they had to show their bra!"

This remark left Debbie with few options, which was probably exactly what Kathy intended. If she quit now, I figured, she'd look like a total coward to Scott and the rest of us. And probably worse in her mind, Scott would be left here with Kathy playing strip poker. I wondered what she would do.

Slowly she got to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse with trembling fingers. She revealed a pink lacy bra which she filled out pretty nicely. In fact, from what I could see she had a perfectly proportioned pair of breasts for a girl her size.

I decided to cut off any unnecessary remarks.

"You are very pretty just in that Debbie," I said, "There is certainly nothing for you to be embarrassed about."

She looked at me gratefully as she sat down. I saw Scott looking her over. Kathy noticed it too and didn't seem overly happy. Interesting! I looked at Jayne, who apparently had also observed this new dynamic developing with Kathy. She gave me a knowing smile and I winked back.

Debbie's courage was rewarded with an easy win in the next had, with Scott and I surrendering an article of clothing each. But Scott came back quickly on his own deal, blowing away my two pair with a straight. Kathy lost the hand and Scott picked Jayne, who removed her last sock.

Kathy, as the loser, stood up and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. Then she surprised us all by reaching up her back under the blouse and unclasping her bra, presenting it to us.

"I wore a strapless one." she crowed, "Just like the Girl Scouts; you have to be prepared!"

"Damn," said Jayne impressed, "why didn't I think of that!"

"Disappointed?" she teased Scott, who was clearly trying to see her nipples through the fabric of her blouse.

"Whatever are you looking at Scott?" she said innocently.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 02



Scott flushed like the proverbial kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

There was an angry glint in Debbie's eyes.

Kathy won her deal and Debbie lost. Kathy made me sacrifice an item. My last sock fell on the pile of clothing.

I expected some hesitation from Debbie, but she totally surprised me, and the rest of us, by getting up quickly. With a sly smile for all of us, she reached up under her skirt and removed her pink panties without showing much of anything at all. She sat down being very careful to keep her legs together.

"I got the idea from Kathy," she said.

"Pretty clever," I said.

"Yes, I might just need to borrow that idea very soon," remarked Jayne.

"Maybe it would work better if I knelt down in front of you and reached up under your skirt to help you," I suggested trying to let on I was serious, "that way, for sure nothing would show."

She turned and put her face next to mine and waved a finger at me.

"There is no way in heaven, mister, that your hands are going to go under there unsupervised with all these people watching," she admonished me, "how gullible do you think I am?"

"Well it was worth a try," I said, and I kissed her lightly on the lips before she could pull away.

The rest of them were laughing at us. I dealt and won, with Scott losing. I deliberately picked Kathy, because I knew she would use Debbie's trick and I didn't want to get Jayne too far along because of the dares or to make Debbie take off her bra.

Kathy turned to me with a look on her face that showed me she wanted to protest; after all Jayne still had a lot of clothes on. I gave her a little shake of the head, staring hard at her, and she finally thought about it and then wrinkled her nose. She wasn't too happy but she understood at least partly why I had chosen her.

"He used to be such a gentleman," Kathy said sorrowfully to Jayne after she removed her baby blue panties from under her skirt, "now he's just like all of the other guys; just trying to get a girl out of her clothes as quickly as possible."

Kathy looked hard at Scott, who squirmed on his cushion. After all he was one of those "other guys"!

"I know," said Jayne sympathetically, "it's kind of sad, isn't it."

"I think he's trying to protect you, but why, maybe he likes you?" said Kathy pretending to be puzzled.

"No, no," Jayne protested, "I'm sure he's just looking for a cheap thrill, Kathy; so he's trying to get a girl naked before he gets thrown out of here!"

I listened to this mock lament at my expense with a grimace and rolled my eyes at Scott, who grinned at Jayne and Kathy. They smiled back at him; the girls were enjoying having him in the game!

I volunteered for a drink run and looked pointedly at Scott who then said he would help.

In the kitchen I said to him, "The 'point of no return' is coming up. Whatever you do, don't get in the middle of it. Let the girls decide what's going to happen or not happen. It's really their show and they call the shots!"

"OK," he said.

When we all settled back in our seats Debbie, looking relieved, picked up a quick win which cost me my belt and Scott his shirt. The girls were checking him out, shamelessly!

"Gee Scott," said Kathy, "I just don't see how you're going to be able to use Debbie's technique and remove your underwear while keeping your pants on. Maybe you should have worn a kilt?"

"No, that wouldn't work," volunteered Debbie, "because you're not supposed to wear underwear under a kilt."

"Maybe I could loan him one of my skirts?" said Jayne helpfully, adding her two cents worth.

Scott didn't look at all amused, in fact he appeared to be starting to get very concerned; I could see it on his face. No doubt he had some sort of erection starting under his pants. I certainly did and both of them would get a lot bigger very soon if the clothes kept coming off the girls. But for Debbie to tease Scott and join in the general fun was a new development. Maybe the alcohol was loosening her up?

Debbie dealt; the room became dead silent. Cards were exchanged and then came the showdown. Jayne had one of her infamous flushes, which easily carried the day over my pathetic hand. Scott groaned; he had lost. Everyone turned to Jayne, wondering who she would select to strip off an item.

"Debbie", Jayne said softly, "I'm going to choose you, and I'll tell you why."

Debbie put her face into her hands, she looked totally defenseless.

"Because Debbie," she continued gently, "if you want to stop right now, you can. You would be the first person to show anything important so if you don't want to you can leave the game fairly, and no one will ever know, except us, and none of us will ever tell. Do you understand?"

Debbie looked up at Jayne and nodded.

"Should I go first?" Scott asked.

"Scott just stay put for a minute please, give her a little time, this is a big decision for a girl, especially the first time. I know how it feels." Jayne said.

I was overwhelmed with how well Jayne had handled the situation. Overwhelmed and impressed. I wanted to give her a big hug and tell her how clever and sensitive she was. The revenge taken on Debbie was in the past. Jayne had made the next decision for Debbie, whichever way it went, as easy as possible. Now all Debbie had to do was decide.

Surprise, surprise! Debbie stood up and said quietly, "I think I can do this."

"OK Debbie, if you are sure, but just wait a second." said Jayne. Then she turned to us and announced, "Boys and girls this is the 'point of no return'. When she takes off her bra the rest of us are committed to strip completely, no excuses. So if you want to leave the game, now is the time." She turned to me, "I know that you and Kathy understand," she continued and then looked at Scott, "Do you?"

"Yes", he replied, "I understand; totally naked."

"And Debbie," Jayne said, "I want you to be very certain about this as well, because once you're in you will be completely naked at some point as well. There is no bailing out after this! Everyone stripped, and with dares," she said clearly to make her point.

Jayne finished, "OK Debbie, think it over and if you want to go on, take off your bra, that's all the answer we need."

Debbie stood there for a moment, but she obviously had already made up her mind. She unclasped the bra at the back and let it drop from her shoulders, blushing.

I looked, and was stunned! Her breasts were about as perfect as you could have for the size of Debbie, completely in proportion. They had a fullness that her bra didn't quite reveal, with medium sized areola and fairly long nipples. At 18, they hung beautifully, defying gravity, even without any engineering support. The bra probably wasn't even required. They were exquisite! I noticed Scott's eyes riveted to them to the exclusion of all other things.

"Debbie," Jayne said sincerely, "those are wonderful breasts; I wish mine were half as good."

"Boys, boys," said Kathy wickedly, "please try not to drool all over my parent's carpet. Shall I get each of you a bowl?"

That brought me back to reality in a hurry.

I turned to Jayne, "Sorry," I said contritely, "but they are very beautiful, I couldn't help staring."

"Yes they are," Jayne replied, "so you are forgiven, for now!"

"But your breasts are also beautiful," I said gallantly.

"Fine," she replied, smiling at me, "but we both know they don't compare to those; Debbie's are nearly perfect! I would be very dishonest to expect you to pretend my own are anywhere near as good. Girls know about these things and we can be very critical of our bodies. So just enjoy what you see and don't say another word!"

This seemed like very good advice!

"And as for you," Kathy said to Scott in a demanding tone of voice, "it would be excellent if you could get your eyes back into your head!" and then turning to me, "And you as well!"

Scott and I stared down at the floor like the whipped curs that we were!

"I think you better sit down now Debbie," said Jayne, "because we are having real trouble with these two."

"Yes," said Kathy with mock severity, "if they react like this to a pair of breasts, no matter how nice, how are they going to handle some of the other things they're going to see later on!"

I could see that this remark gave Scott quite a jolt!

Debbie sat down, but I could tell from the look on her flushed face that she was really flattered by all the positive attention she had received. It was significant that she didn't try to cover her breasts even though she could have once seated.

"Now then, my friend," Kathy said to Scott conversationally, "I think you have just made a serious strip poker strategy error. Clearly you are a rookie."

Scott looked confused.

"Because if I were a boy, and had to take my pants off, I would have done so before I saw Debbie's beautiful breasts."

Scott suddenly realized his predicament. He must have forgotten about his upcoming clothing loss while he was ogling Debbie!

"So why don't you stand up and take off your pants so we can see how much you really, really liked them." Kathy said in a merciless tone of voice, "And I'll being checking,' she continued glancing at his crotch, "it better stand up just as much for mine, when you get to see them, or you are in serious trouble. Mine aren't as good as Debbie's, but I think they're not too bad, all things considered."

Scott looked like a man about to meet a firing squad! I felt a little sorry for him. With Kathy and Jayne and I having already played in one game, we were not nearly as nervous about our impending nudity and much better able to take full advantage of each situation. Or at least Kathy certainly was!

Scott visibly gulped, but he got up, gathered his courage, and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. The he pulled down his pants, showing something very large and stiff underneath his boxers.

"My goodness Debbie," said Kathy mischievously, "we may have to hang a warning sign on your breasts. Because I'm not completely sure, but if Scott is at all typical, it looks like boys might get so large from looking at them that they might hurt themselves and need medical attention."

Debbie, Jayne and I couldn't help but laugh at Kathy's fun. Scott sat down, blushing furiously.

"Scott, your deal," I said, trying to give him a break from Kathy's relentless teasing.

Scott, took a deep breath, obviously trying to recover at bit, and then dealt the cards. After the discards, he won the hand with a very sweet full house, aces over tens.

Jayne had lost, so she did the panties off under the skirt thing.

Scott nodded at me, "If I'm going down," he said pointedly, "I want some experienced male company. So I need you to catch up to me."

I removed my shirt.

Scott passed the cards to Kathy, who dealt.

I noticed after the discards that both Scott and Kathy looked very happy. There must be two very good hands in this deal. My lovely Jayne didn't look happy at all, even after exchanging four cards.

Scott showed us three kings. I could tell from the look on his face he was sure he would win. But Kathy, ever the dramatic one, turned her cards over one by one. Four eights! Lucky and unbeatable!

"I could try to make like a contortionist and get this bra off under my blouse," Jayne said to us, "but it's not going to matter in the end." She stood up and removed her blouse. I immediately noticed that she had a very sexy, lacy white bra on. Obviously she didn't want to be caught in the simple cotton number that she wore the last time. I stared at her appreciatively as she sat down beside me.

"Should I have a warning sign made up for hers as well?" asked Kathy teasing me, obviously noticing where my attention was focused.

"Hardly," Jayne replied with a toss of her pretty head, and then turning to me, "but if you like them, that's all that matters."

"I like everything about you," I confessed.

She leaned over and gave me a gentle but lingering kiss. I started kissing her back.

"No, no, no!" said Kathy, thumping her hand on the coffee table, "There's a game going on here. Try to control yourselves or I will get that pail of cold water."

Scott and Debbie laughed as Jayne and I broke apart.

Kathy looked at Debbie, "You have no idea how much trouble keeping an eye on them is," she stated melodramatically.

"I think it's kind of sweet," Debbie said.

"You don't have to live with it," said Kathy with mock bitterness.

"Now then," she continued, "I think I have to ask some one to relinquish an article of clothing."

She paused to obtain maximum effect.

"You know," she said with a mischievous smile, "I think it's best if one of the guys is the first one naked. It makes it easier for the girls to follow. What do you think Debbie?" she asked.

You could see the look of near terror on Scott's face!

"I think you're right Kathy," she replied with a tiny giggle, "and since I am almost out of clothes and already partly naked it would be good if someone, like maybe Scott here," she turned and smiled at him, "was brave and did the right thing and went first."

Scott groaned. So Kathy turned and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

"That's for luck," she said in a friendly fashion; then she demanded, "now let's see it!"

"It's pretty bad, but not as bad as you think it's going to be Scott," I said to encourage him.

Scott stood up, very red and very hesitant. But the good news for him was that the fear appeared to have reduced his erection. He took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling and then removed his boxers.

Scott had a fair sized uncircumcised penis surrounded by lots of dark hair. It was certainly thicker than mine, even at "half mast". Jayne and Kathy gave him a little round of applause, but they didn't laugh or make any jokes. Debbie was staring at it with wide eyes.

Jayne said politely, "Very nice Scott, that's only the second real one I've seen. Maybe we'll get to see just how impressive it can get if I get a chance to have one of these young ladies do a dare with you?"

Debbie looked Jayne a little horrified.

"I think you can sit down now," Jayne continued.

Scott returned to his cushion gratefully, still several shades of red, and put his hand over his crotch.

"Since Debbie has never seen one before," Kathy said with a glint in her eye, "I would like to show her how it can do little tricks. Scott, would you take your hand off it for a minute?"

Scott looked puzzled, but reluctantly did as he was asked.

Kathy got up and stood right in front of him getting quite close. Jayne and I exchanged glances, what was going on?

She then quickly lifted up the front of her skirt so that he could see her nakedness underneath and said sweetly, "See anything you like, Scott?"

Scott's stared at her mesmerized. No wonder; I still had a vivid picture in my mind of her brown hair and erotic sex with its showy, prominent and womanly lips.

"Kathy!" exclaimed Jayne, "Really!"

After a few moments Kathy nodded downward at Scott's body and said, "Debbie, look at it now, see anything different."

But Debbie was already staring at Scott's penis, which was now in a full state of alert.

Scott looked down as well, and seeing his condition, turned very red. He looked mortified!

"Kathy," Jayne said sharply, "Stop that!"

Kathy let her skirt drop.

Debbie," Kathy said with a wicked smile, "do you think something like that could fit inside you?"

Debbie turned scarlet. Kathy had surely guessed what was going on in her imagination.

"That was kind of mean Kathy, even for a strip poker game" said Jayne scolding, "It's his first time playing and he only just got naked. I think you should apologize to Scott."

Scott stared at the floor.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that," Kathy said with a note of contrition in her voice, "I was just showing off for Debbie. Forgive me?" she asked Scott.

She knelt down and gave him a little kiss on the lips.

"I guess so," he muttered, clearly still upset.

She kissed him again, for quite a bit longer, "Are you sure you forgive me," she pleaded, breaking off the kiss.

"Yes," he said in a stronger voice.

"Kathy," Jayne said in a stern voice, "you don't really sound or act all that sorry. I think you should pay up for the slutty way you embarrassed poor Scott."

"There's nothing in the rules about that," Kathy protested.

"Well I'm adding a new rule," Jayne said, turning to me, "What do you think?"

"I agree," I replied, "That was a pretty dirty trick. There ought to be a penalty of some kind."

"You can't make up new rules," Kathy said hotly, "I'm the referee!"

"Oh yes I can," stated Jayne, "Since the problem involves you, I'm now the referee. If you are so anxious to display yourself to Scott, why don't you let us all have a good look? Stand up and forfeit your skirt."

"Fine," said Kathy angrily, "since you two are running this game like a dictatorship. But I'll remember this when its time for the dares!"

Oh, oh! Jayne and I probably should have considered that, but it was a bit late now.

Kathy stood up, eyes blazing and undid the side button and zipper on her skirt. Stepping out of it she threw it at Jayne and I. We both ducked.

"I don't think she's too happy, with us," I said.

"Well she deserves it," Jayne said primly.

But Kathy was nothing if not irrepressible. She twirled around in her blouse, the tails flew up exposing her generous sex for everyone to see. She stopped facing Scott.

"There," she said, a little flushed, "have you all had a good look?"

"And Scott," she continued, making eyes at him, "you never answered my question."

"What question?" said Scott, staring at her transfixed.

She was an extremely fetching and sexy picture in that blouse, very erotically partly exposed down below, probably more so than if she had been completely naked. She certainly had my full attention.

"I asked you if you saw anything you liked," she said suggestively, "my legs or maybe, perhaps ... you like looking at my pussy? "

Debbie cringed a little as she heard this talk.

"Well?" she demanded, still unashamedly flirting with him.

"I, ah, liked looking at you ...it very much," he replied in a hesitant tone, blushing, and then he continued sheepishly, "I've never seen one for real before."

Kathy sat down, arranging the tails of her blouse so they covered her up.

"Well that's all you're going to get to see for now even if you do like it." she said teasing him, "maybe you'll get to look at even more later on when we get to the dares," she added with wink, "but maybe not. I'm actually very shy you know."

"Oh yes," Jayne interjected sarcastically, "very shy ...modest too!"

I laughed.

"You know, Kathy, you are very, very pretty," Scott said, starting to regain his confidence and looking into her eyes and smiling at her, "with or without all your clothes on. However, I would be lying to you not to admit that I am looking forward to seeing you without that blouse. I going to have it off you the first chance I get!"

"Well then," Kathy said, still flirting with Scott outrageously with her eyes, "let's play some more; maybe you'll get lucky ... at least at cards I mean."

That broke everyone up. There was general laughter, except for Debbie who only joined in halfheartedly.

"Shall I get more drinks," I said, "it's my deal."

"I would volunteer to get them again," Scott said, "but under the circumstances," he glanced downwards, laughing, obviously quite recovered from earlier, "maybe I'll just stay put."

"I want a bathroom break," said Kathy. She got up and crossed the room giving us a very sensual view of her cute naked posterior as it peeked out at us from under her blouse as she went out the door. Scott and I certainly enjoyed it!

"Down boys," scolded Jayne, who had observed our eyes following her. She got up and left the den as well.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 03



"Well it probably was going to happen anyway; but playing strip poker made things take place a lot more quickly I think."

"Strip poker!" Nancy exclaimed, "Real strip poker; are you serious!"

"Oh, she's very serious," Kathy said, "There have actually been two games and they both ended up with everyone taking all of their clothes off; and doing dares!" she added emphatically.

"Who played?" Nancy asked in an amazed tone of voice.

"Other than those two," Kathy replied, "me and some other people. But I can't tell you who; they'll have to volunteer if they want you to know."

Kathy had quite a twinkle in her eye as she stoked Nancy's curiosity. I glanced at Steve and could see he was following the conversation carefully.

"Yes," Debbie added teasing, "a number of people in this room have let other people see them naked. Can you imagine?"

Debbie turned to Steve and gave him a little kiss on the cheek while Nancy was looking around at everyone with an incredulous expression on her face. I could tell that John was also finding this line of conversation fascinating as well.

"You didn't tell me the game you lost that night was strip poker," Steve said to Debbie with an edge in his voice.

"Oh, didn't I mention that," Debbie said a little nervously, trying to avoid his eyes.

"Just settle down Steve," Jayne demanded, "If Debbie hadn't played strip poker that night she would have never done that dare for me. And if we hadn't called you over so she could flash herself, you two might not have gotten hooked up."

"But other guys got to see her," he protested angrily.

"Yes, they did, and so what," Jayne said archly, "She didn't know you two were going to start dating when she was playing strip poker with us. Besides, during a game everyone is supposed to get to see you in the nude, and you get to see them. But looking is one thing, touching is another. No one got to touch Debbie so just get those thoughts out of your jealous mind!"

Before Steve could complain further Debbie commanded, "Come over here and sit down beside me and behave yourself. I don't know what you are so upset about, I've never seen you in the altogether and you've seen me completely naked. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that!"

Steve moved closer to Debbie and looked at her sheepishly.

"Try not to act so much like a guy!" Debbie complained, "Heavens!"

"I don't know if would have the nerve to play strip poker," Nancy said turning to me, "but what about guys, you know ... well you know ... if they get excited," she asked cautiously, "isn't it pretty bad for you?"

"Oh, very," I answered cheerfully.

"The worst," Scott added, backing me up, "It's so much easier for girls to strip!"

"Nonsense!" Debbie exclaimed, "When I had to take my panties off in front of you I was so embarrassed I thought I would pass out."

"Gee best buddy," Steve said sarcastically to Scott, giving him a hard stare, "you also forgot to mention that you saw Debbie naked. There seem to be a lot of poor memories in this room."

"And before you go getting all jealous again," Debbie interjected, grabbing his arm and looking him directly in the eye, "I just want you to know that both of them were perfect gentlemen. And the only remark that anyone made was Scott telling me how attractive I was, to try to make me less embarrassed ... so there!"

Nancy and John had looks of amazement on their faces at all of these revelations.

"Wow!" John said.

Scott looked at John and said, "I don't mind admitting that I had never seen a naked girl for real until that night, so it was pretty special, even if I did have to take all my clothes off. And I got to see three very, very beautiful ones," he said graciously, smiling at Jayne, then Debbie and finally Kathy.

Jayne and Debbie smiled back. Kathy leaned over and gave him a nice little kiss.

"Boy, flattery really works with women," I said to Jayne, teasing, "have I told you in the last few minutes how truly lovely you are?"

"Sincerity helps a lot too," she scolded, waving a finger in my direction, "so try some if you expect to get kissed!"

The entire room erupted into laughter.

"Maybe your chances of getting a kiss would improve if you got me another drink," Jayne finally said.

I took the hint; and her glass and mine and went up to the kitchen. When I returned I discovered that the subject of nakedness was still being discussed.

I heard Scott say, "What about you John, c'mon be honest, have you?"

John hesitated quite a bit, looked down, and then finally admitted, "Actually no, not even Nancy."

Then he realized what he had said and flushed, turning to Nancy with a worried look. Nancy had fire in her eyes.

"Why don't you just have it announced over the PA at school or maybe better yet, hire a sky writer," she challenged, and then sing-songed, "Nancy's a virgin, Nancy's a virgin," all the while giving John a scorching look.

"S ... sorry," John stammered.

"Well the chances of you being the one to change that anytime soon are going downhill pretty fast with comments like that, mister!" she said acidly.

John stared at the floor.

"Nothing is going outside of this room, Nancy," Kathy said, "so just relax. I bet there are way more virgins in the senior class than people are letting on that there are."

"Are you?"

"Not any more," Kathy replied in a straightforward fashion, "but only recently."

"Debbie?"

"Not yet," Debbie answered quietly, blushing a little and looking at Steve, "Maybe if Mr. Jealous here behaves himself something might happen pretty soon."

Steve looked like he had been hit by a thunderbolt at this piece of information!

"I guess I don't have to even ask you to know," Nancy said to Jayne.

Jayne just nodded her head and then gave me a small kiss so Nancy would know for sure.

"I feel kind of stupid," Nancy said in a small voice, "Other couples are doings things; even Debbie has taken off her clothes for her boyfriend and might have sex with him. It's like I'm too frightened or too juvenile or something."

I saw a small tear crawling down her cheek. John tried to put his arm around her but she pushed him away.

"Go away," she said, "you're just as innocent as I am, so don't try to pretend otherwise."

Then Nancy wiped away the tear and composed herself and turned to Jayne and asked, "The first time you played strip poker and took all of your clothes off; was he already your boyfriend?"

"No, we got together at a party and he walked me home. Then he called me up and I invited him over, so it was like our first date. The strip poker game just sort of started itself," Jayne replied.

"Oh no it didn't, you liar, you started it," Kathy protested, "my extremely shy and supposedly modest older sister made me play with them. In fact, if you can believe this, the first time they ever kissed they were both stark naked!"

Nancy looked at Jayne with wide eyes. Jayne just nodded.

"You took all your clothes off in front of a boy who you hadn't even kissed; how did you feel?" Nancy asked in an awestruck tone.

"Well it wasn't easy, and I was embarrassed, but it was also kinda exciting. Of course it was just us and Kathy, so maybe that made it easier. It's hard to explain; but he had already had taken his clothes off, and Kathy was down to her underwear, so it wasn't like I was the only one," Jayne said.

"What about you, Kathy?" Nancy asked.

Kathy laughed and then said, "Well taking my bra off wasn't such a big deal, and anyway Jayne was already completely stripped. But getting rid of my panties in front of him was no picnic, even though everyone else was naked. But you get used to it after a bit. By the second game it didn't concern me that much at all. Because of a penalty given to me by two very nasty people," she glared at Jayne and I, "I even had to show my pussy before I took off my blouse. But it didn't bother me as much as it seemed to bother some people, like Scott here!"

As she finished Kathy reached over and gave Scott's crotch a little squeeze. Scott turned red while Debbie, Jayne and I laughed. Steve was wide eyed at this development. Nancy and John just looked at each other with shocked expressions, no doubt partly because of the language Kathy used in a mixed company.

When the laughter died down Nancy said, "What was it like for you to be naked Debbie?"

"At first it was just awful, and after I let everyone see me totally naked I kept things really covered up. But then Jayne made me do a dare that left nothing about my pussy to the audience's imagination.

"And since then," she explained further, "I'm sort of different. I have done something fairly wild; and now I find a lot of the talk at school by the girls ridiculous."

"Why all the questions?" Kathy asked, "Are you thinking about playing in a game yourself?"

Nancy looked at the floor and then said in a tiny voice, "Maybe I could try to play strip poker with you people, because you have experience, and could help me not get too scared. And then maybe I won't feel so timid about boys and sex and things."

I looked at John; he had a very worried look on his face. I dawned on me that if Nancy decided to play a game then he would have to follow suit and maybe he wasn't too sure about the whole thing. As I turned towards Steve, I was immediately under no illusions that he was also nervous about what might develop as well.

"That's a great idea Nancy," Debbie said turning towards Steve, smiling and making eyes at him, "it will give me a chance to inspect the product here before I decide whether to buy or not. After all Steve, it's only fair, you've seen me with nothing on. Don't you agree Kathy?"

"Absolutely! Besides I wouldn't mind checking out what's underneath his hood, so to speak. I'll go get the cards and stuff. Scott, are you in?" Kathy asked.

"Of course, I think I can handle a second game; but only if you promise not to tease me too much," Scott replied grinning.

"Oh, I can't promise that at all," Kathy said cheerfully, "because you are such an irresistible target, especially naked. Come to think of it, maybe after the game I'll show you just how irresistible you really are; up in my room," she teased.

Nancy and John looked speechless at this talk, while Steve was staring at the floor, blushing. It was time to take some action!

"Anyone for another drink?" I asked, pausing, "Jayne would you mind helping me?"

Jayne and I retrieved all the glasses and retreated to the kitchen.

"Are we going to let this happen," I asked as we prepared the drinks.

Jayne sighed, "I guess so ... and I certainly don't think we should let things go anywhere without us. There are some pretty green individuals down there, despite all the talk. And I don't want any accidents, if you know what I mean!"

"So I think I will be the head referee this time," she added, "let's see if they are serious. I know that Debbie and Kathy and Scott will play, I'm not sure about the others. If the game gets going, let's try to keep everyone fairly even in the clothes department so there aren't too many dares."

We returned with the drinks, I started to serve them. I noticed that Kathy had already got the cards and the Rumoli board, with the correct order of poker hands printed on it, out. Jayne stood there and waited for the talk to die down.

"Nancy," she said in a serious tone of voice, "are you sure about this?"

"Yes, Jayne, I'm sure" she said in quite a determined way, "I am not going to the prom and listening to all of the talk by the girls in the washroom without having done something daring myself. I'm tired of feeling like a child!"

"OK, what about you John?"

John nodded his head but didn't look all that sure about his participation.

"Steve?"

"Oh he's in," Debbie said purposefully, "even if he dies of embarrassment."

"I didn't ask you Debbie," Jayne said.

"She's right," Steve said firmly, "it's only fair, as she said. I've seen her; so I'll play and take my clothes off in front of everyone. If Scott can do it then I should be able to as well. And despite what Debbie said, I don't expect to die. Or at least I hope not!"

There was quite a round of alcohol induced laughter at this little speech!

"OK, Kathy why don't you go over the rules for us?" Jayne said.

"No, let me," exclaimed Debbie.

"Fine, go ahead," remarked Kathy cheerfully.

"Now then Nancy," Debbie began, "these are the proper rules for strip poker. So if any of the other stupid girls at school tell you they have been in a game, just ask them how they played and you'll find out pretty quickly if they're lying or not. The game is five card draw poker and you can replace up to four cards in each hand. You don't bet your clothes, instead the loser of each hand has to take something off and the winner of the hand can make someone else take something off. When you strip off something important, like underpants or a bra, you have to stand up so everyone can get a good look, and you can't cover up until you sit down. Once you lose all your clothes you are really in trouble, not because you're naked, but because if you lose a hand or are picked you have to do a dare given by the winner of the hand. If a person gives you a dare, it can't involve them but it can include other players. The first person doing a dare gets a green one, which is supposed to be not too terrible. The next person doing a dare gets a yellow one, which can be a little racier. After that all of the dares are red. When I had to surprise Steve at the front door and show myself to him naked; that was a red dare."

"When everyone is in the nude," Debbie continued, "then there is one last hand; winner take all. And the winner gets to give everyone a red dare, and they can dare you to do something to, for or with them or anyone else."

"How did I do?" she asked turning to Kathy.

"Pretty well," Kathy replied, "but you forgot to mention that if you are asked to participate in someone's dare, you have to cooperate. And if you don't want to, you can appeal to the referee."

"Yes," Jayne added, "after the first game Kathy added a referee to the rules, because some people weren't very happy with their dares; surprise, surprise! So if you just can't do your dare or don't want to be involved in a dare you can raise a protest. But the decision of the referee is final, if she says you have to do it, you have to do it! Last time Debbie appealed her green dare, but the referee made her do it anyway, and so she did it."

"What was it?" Nancy asked.

"I can't tell you," Debbie said, "because one of the other rules of the game is that whatever happens, no one tells about it, except you can admit to others that you have played in a real strip poker game that went to completion. But you can't say who you played with or what happened other than that everyone took all of their clothes off!"

"And for this game, I'm going to be the referee," Jayne stated, "and Kathy will be the backup in case I want to appeal something. And if we are in dispute we will pick someone else to step in and be the judge."

"One final thing," I interjected, "and this is something I started in the first game and Jayne made it part of the rules in the second game because it helps with new players. Someone, probably Jayne or I, will declare a 'point of no return'. That happens when someone will become the first person to show someone important; for example when one of you girls has to take her bra off. When that is announced anyone who doesn't want to go any farther can leave the game and go home. After that there is no bailing out, no matter what, because it's not fair if some people have already shown themselves, and some others then chicken out! So once you say you're in, you're going to be totally naked and probably doing some dares. So if you decide to go past the point of no return, be sure you want to."

"Of course the 'point of no return' doesn't apply to him," Kathy giggled, poking me in the ribs, "because he's such a pathetic strip poker player, and he loses his clothes so quickly it's a joke. So we usually let him win a few hands on purpose so he's not too humiliated; and anyway it gets boring giving him dares all the time."

There was uproarious laughter at my expense over this!

"Ha, ha, very funny!" I retorted, "I've never had the chance to give you a red dare, so if I do, I'll remember that little speech madam."

"Do I look worried?" Kathy remarked back.

"OK you two, enough!" Jayne commanded, "We're going to take a washroom break and then, if the new players still want to go ahead we'll start the game."

A number of people, myself included, got up to take advantage of the facilities. Since the house had three bathrooms it didn't take very long and then everyone was back in the den. Jayne closed the drapes and put on one small light.

"Steve, John, Nancy," she said, "anyone getting cold feet?"

A chorus of "no's" greeted her question.

"OK everyone, get a cushion and sit around the coffee table, it's going to be quite a cozy strip poker game with all of you squeezed together, so no unnecessary touching, at least not yet!"

There was some nervous laughter at this remark but Jayne just grinned and started dealing cards face up around the table. I won the deal with a king.

"Kathy," Jayne said, "if we have eight people with nine items of clothing and only two come off each round, it's going to take thirty-six hands at a minimum to strip everyone. That seems way too long. What do you think?"

"We have all afternoon," Kathy replied.

"Why don't we have two extra strippers each round instead of one," I suggested, "then three items of clothing will go each round. With nine clothing items per person the minimum game will be two dozen hands. When we get to the dares we'll have a rule that at least one of the winner's choices has to be a strip. That way we won't end up with too many dares, much as I know how Kathy loves to do them!"

Kathy made a face at me while the others laughed.

"That works." Jayne stated, "Now then, it's time to count clothes. Each girl gets to use two shoes, two socks, one skirt, one blouse and two items of underwear. That's eight things. The boys don't have a bra; do any of you boys wear a bra?" she asked sweetly.

Her question was met with more laughter.

"So the boys can count their belt or an undershirt if they have one instead. But you have to declare which."

"Why are there only eight items? What about our sweaters?" Kathy asked.

"I was thinking while we were taking a break, that it might be better to drop an item in a game this large, to speed things up."

"But he'll be naked even more quickly," Kathy joked, pointing at me, trying for some revenge, "maybe we should give him an extra item."

Nancy and Debbie were giggling.

"Good idea," I replied, trying to trump her fun, "how about two extra Madam Referee?"

"Just count your belt like usual," Jayne said with a sigh, "what are the rest of you guys declaring?"

Scott and Steve declared their belts while John elected his undershirt.

I dealt out the cards. The game was on!

Kathy won the first hand and John lost. He removed a shoe.

"Yum, fresh meat!" Kathy gloated, "Nancy, Steve; you're elected. Take something off!"

"Why doesn't she pick a guy?" Nancy said to Jayne protesting.

"I had the same question in the last game," Debbie responded, "but it doesn't work like that. This isn't a girls against the boys type of thing, you can't count on the girls to protect you; quite the opposite!"

Nancy was frowning as Jayne dealt the next hand. I won with Scott losing. Mindful of what Jayne and I had agreed I picked Debbie and Kathy.

"We've played two hands and you still have your clothes on," Kathy said to me as she took off a shoe, "it's a miracle!"

"I'm glad she decided to pick you as the target today," Scott said to me laughing, "I could use a bit of a rest."




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 03



"Oh, don't worry," Kathy said to Scott brightly, "I'm just using him as a warm up. You are always in my thoughts. Just wait mister!"

Kathy then gave Scott another kiss, which lingered a little and then she broke it off and gave him a slap on his arm.

"Were you trying to put your tongue in my mouth just now, you nasty boy," she continued with mock horror, "what kind of girl do you think I am?" and then she whined, "Referee ... some of the players are trying to do things before the dares, they should be penalized!"

"Nice try Kathy," Jayne said sternly, "but I only take complaints about dares. If you start kissing all these guys, you're on your own if they try to kiss you back."

There was quite a lot of general laughter, which was probably good for the rookie players!

We played a number of hands without anything dramatic taking place. Shoes and socks started to litter the floor. Jayne and I tried as much as possible to keep the clothing loss as even as we could given the vagaries of Lady Luck. The tension level in the room was quickly rising, and much of the talk had quieted down.

When Debbie lost a hand with only four items of clothing left, she stood up and slipped a pair of white cotton panties off from underneath her mini-skirt. As she started to pull them down the bottom side of the skirt fabric caught momentarily under itself giving everyone a very quick look at a tiny bit of the red pubic hair some of us knew was hidden there.

"Oops," she exclaimed giggling, fixing her skirt, "I didn't mean for you to get to see anything quite yet."

"Look at how interested these guys are Debbie," Kathy said, giving Scott in particular a wicked little smile, "one quick look at almost nothing and you would think that you had stripped right down and laid on the floor with your legs wide open. I haven't seen a reaction like that since that last time when you took your bra off. I just bet their imaginations are running wild already!"

"Why do guys like to look at that so much? It's not the most attractive part of a woman," Nancy asked in a puzzled voice.

"I think we're just biologically wired that way," I replied, "When we see a woman naked we just react, we can't help ourselves. And what ever you may think about your pussy," I continued using the same talk as Debbie and Kathy deliberately, "you can be sure that we will find it not only very nice to look at but, to be perfectly honest, very arousing as well."

"Oh, yes, Nancy," Jayne said leaning over and holding onto my arm, laughing, "You'll be amazed at how much this one will react to seeing a pussy or two; I can tell you from experience."

Kathy and Debbie joined her laughter while I tried to look dignified. Scott was laughing a little as well, while Steve and John just sat there, their faces pictures of disbelief at all of this conversation.

"At least, I'm not so worried about losing or getting picked next time," Nancy remarked, "because Debbie showed me how to get one extra round without showing anything. But I'm going to be more careful than you Debbie. No early stripteases from me for sure no matter how much he says guys like it!"

I was somewhat surprised at how Nancy was talking about the game and further stripping. She didn't sound at all like she intended to back out at the "point of no return." The very next hand resulted in all three girls losing their panties as Scott used his win, and Kathy's loss to send them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Good to her word, Nancy was very, very careful about removing her little pink ones, only showing a tiny bit of extra skin at the sides of her legs when she did so and then sitting carefully on her haunches with her knees tightly together. Kathy took hers off from under her skirt in a matter-of-fact fashion. But when Jayne did the same thing, we saw a skimpy, almost transparent, lacy black pair which sent my heart racing!

"When did you get those?" Kathy asked in a surprised tone, "I've never seen them before. Looks like someone," she said gleefully, looking at me, "was going to get a very nice private little striptease this afternoon. I guess we've spoiled that plan, at least for now," she said laughing.

"How, were you going to keep them hidden from Mom?" she added, turning her head to look back at Jayne, who was blushing, "She might get very suspicious if she found those in your drawer. Maybe I'll just borrow them sometime so I can model them for Scott. I wonder if he'd like that?"

The look on Scott's face left little doubt that he would like that a lot! The others were all looking at the scanty black panties like they might ignite into flame at any moment!

"It just shows that you don't understand," Jayne said trying to sound composed, "that a woman should do things to try to please her lover. What's wrong with that? And you can't borrow them, because when I not wearing them they go in a place where Mom or you won't ever find them. So if you want a pair, you'll have to get your own. Maybe Scott will take you to the lingerie store and treat you to some? But I'm warning you, Scott, when you add the matching bra it won't be cheap."

I interjected in a teasing tone, "When can I see the bra as well."

"Soon enough," she said pushing her lovely blond hair off her shoulder, "try to be a little patient."

"Well," Kathy said to Scott.

"Well what?" he replied.

"Are you going to buy me a set like that in red?" Kathy demanded.

"Of course! Maybe I'll watch you try them on in the change room, what do you think?"

Some pretty exciting images were racing through my mind!

"Can I watch too?" asked John hopefully before Kathy could answer.

Well, well, another country heard from!

"If you are so interested in doing that," Nancy said to him sharply, "maybe after this strip poker game I might just make you buy some, and let you watch me instead of her. I like blue!"

"Sounds like some sales clerk at the lingerie store might be in for an interesting shift pretty soon." I offered.

The room dissolved into gales of laughter. As the laughing settled down and Debbie dealt I considered the situation. John, Steve and I were down to three items. The girls also had three items left so their next losses would be their blouses after which things would be getting serious in the nudity department. Scott was in the best shape among the guys, he still had four items of clothing left.

Jayne won the next hand, while Steve lost, pulling his shirt over his head to the general admiration of the girls. Debbie reached across and pinched the skin just above his waist with a grin.

"What are you doing?" Steve demanded, but you could tell he was more surprised than angry.

"Oh, I 'm giving you a body fat test," Debbie teased, her green eyes flashing, "I told you I was going to inspect the product before I decided to buy. In fact I'm hoping to give other parts of you a squeeze test as well, if someone will give me the right dare, what do you think of that?"

Steve blushed, "Please don't embarrass me," he pleaded.

"Go easy on him Debbie," Jayne interjected, "give the poor guy half a chance. Kathy, Scott, way too many clothes. You better do something about it!"

Scott undid his belt while Kathy stood up and unbuttoned her blouse looking quite unconcerned as the guys took in her bra and attractive cleavage.

"You will definitely look even more beautiful in something see-through," Scott said gallantly to her, "but John's not going to get a look no matter how much he begs, even after he's seen you naked, because I don't want to corrupt impressionable young minds!"

"It's way too late for that," Nancy complained, "based on some of the things he has suggested to me. But the he never gets to first base; I am ashamed to admit, because I always say 'no'. However, after today, things might be different. Maybe a visit to the lingerie store would be good for him?"

"But as far as seeing other girls in see-through underwear or less," she scolded him, "as long as you are dating me, I get to supervise, understood!"

"Yes, ma'am," John said meekly.

Suddenly Steve ventured to Debbie, "It's looks like you're going to be stuck with green underwear, to match your eyes, because the other girls have cleaned out the rest of the shades."

"Guys are unbelievable, Kathy," Debbie said to her, tilting her head in Steve's direction, "they're about to get to see some girls completely naked, and they are all busy fantasizing about teeny- tiny see-through underwear. Do their motors ever stop running?"

"Never," Kathy replied sadly, "they only think about one thing, and they think about it all the time."

"You're right," said Scott cheerfully winking at Kathy, "so let's play some more hands so I can see you naked. I'm getting impatient!"

"Oh," she said to him a little hotly, "and I'm sure you won't care at all about looking at Debbie and Jayne and Nancy in the nude!"

"Not so much," Scott clearly trying to have some fun at her expense, "although I suppose I will have to look at them or they might get insulted. But I would prefer not to."

"Liar!" Kathy exclaimed giving him a playful little slap.

"Oh, yes, that's exactly the right word, "Jayne said sarcastically, also giving him a little slap on the other arm, "I could tell the last time we played, when you were staring at my pussy how much you didn't like it. Whose deal is it?"

"Mine," said Nancy picking up the cards and beginning to deal.

Scott lost the hand, much to Kathy's delight. She started to unbutton his shirt before he could even stand up.

"No helping," Jayne commanded, "now go stand over there and do it properly."

After Scott removed his shirt and endured a wolf whistle from Kathy, he sat down grinning.

"I think the new players should begin to feel the heat," I suggested, "so they can start to get used to the idea of being stark naked very soon. Nancy, John, take something off."

"I'll go first," John said to Nancy.

"Big deal!" she rebuked him, "Taking off your undershirt doesn't compare to me having to take off my blouse."

"I was just trying to be a gentleman," he complained standing up and removing it.

Even we guys were admiring his athletic and svelte torso.

Then it was Nancy's turn. She got up giving me a little glower and removed her blouse quite quickly; given it was her first time in front of not only one boy, but four! She was about the same build as Kathy, and looked pretty fetching in her white cotton bra. She flushed just a little seeing our reaction to her. Then she sat down and passed the rest of the deck of cards to John.

"Your deal," she said to him pointedly.

No signs of cold feet yet!

John won his own deal and Debbie lost.

"Who has the most clothes?" he stated, "You two I think," he said pointing at Jayne and I.

Debbie revealed her bra and the image of her perfect breasts underneath jumped into my mind. Scott was probably having the same thoughts.

Jayne then got up and removed her top. We were presented with her smallish breasts in a very saucy black push-up bra, her little pink nipples showing through the sheer fabric.

"Wow," Scott and I said almost in unison.

"Now this, young ladies," she said pleasantly, "is how you improve yourself for a guy when your assets aren't as good as they should be. What do you think?" she asked turning to me.

"You look stunning in that, "I said earnestly, "and I'm not telling you any lies!"

"That is really sexy, Jayne." Scott exclaimed with a twinkle in his eye, "How late does that lingerie store stay open on a Friday?"

"Settle down!" Kathy said laughing, "You can take me shopping tomorrow afternoon since this is turning you on so much. But you have to promise not to drool, or I won't wear something like that for you."

"I think I need better underwear," Nancy remarked.

"Me too," Debbie added.

"Debbie," I said, "most of us here know that your breasts are so wonderful that it should be a serious offense for you to wear a bra at any time."

Debbie just smiled at me for the compliment. I got up and pulled by shirt over my head, feeling a little less than a stud after seeing John's physique in particular.

Jayne gave me a little kiss on my now naked shoulder.

"Now we're finally getting somewhere; this is much better." she teased, "So let's get the rest of your clothes off as soon as we can."

"No rush," I replied sweeping up the cards to deal them.

"I think its time for a bathroom break and refills," Jayne ordered, "You and Scott get the drinks. I'll deal for you."

"No cheating!"

Scott and I went to the kitchen and did the bartending while some of the others used the facilities.

When everyone returned I noticed some very nervous glances and worried looks from the beginners as I picked up my hand to inspect it.

"Isn't this the 'point of no return'?" asked Nancy in a concerned tone.

"Not yet," I replied, "If a guy loses and two other guys are the strippers then no one will be naked. We have to see what happens with the hand."

Jayne won the hand and Scott lost.

"I think you had a good idea," she said to me, "let's get a few people right on the verge and then maybe we can declare it. Steve, John, why don't you take those pants off please."

"I'm a veteran, so I'll go first Steve," Scott said cheerfully, "It's not that big a deal ... yet!" he added laughing.

Scott took off his pants revealing plain grey flannel boxers. Not much at all was visible underneath them.

"You're wearing those and you expect me to show off to you in something like Jayne has," Kathy said to him caustically, "talk about a double standard!"

"Yes Scott," Jayne added, "it's a bit hard for a girl to get all worked up seeing you in those. Sit down before I throw up! Kathy, I think the wrong person is going underwear shopping. Get him something better than those. Ugh!"

The rest of us laughed while Scott grinned and sat down.

"OK, Steve, your turn old buddy," Scott urged.

Steve was getting rather red as he stood in front of us. But he took a deep breath and pulled down his pants revealing some fashionable plaid boxers; and there was clearly something of substance underneath them!

"Now that's much better," Jayne said, "Kathy, make Scott wear something like that and throw those others in the garbage, the sooner the better!"

"Maybe I'll throw them away as soon as he takes them off, how about that?" Kathy suggested.

"Good idea!" Jayne said, "Now John, your turn."

John was looking at Nancy. As if she could help him!

"Go on!" Nancy said to him without much sympathy, "You are always trying to get me to take a few things off. I like this arrangement better. If you want to see me or any of the other girls naked; then you're going to have to strip as well."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, John," said Kathy, "you're only showing your underwear. Think of it like swim trunks."

That seemed to get him motivated. He undid his pants, letting us see that he, as I did, wore jockey shorts that were holding his package in place. As soon as his pants were off he sat down as quickly as he could.

Jayne collected the cards, shuffled and distributed a new hand. There was some major tension in the room as the discards were made and new cards given out. When the cards were shown, Jayne won again, with three queens.

"Boy, you are lucky today," I remarked.

I looked over at John, he had lost and he looked miserable as he contemplated this disaster!

Jayne announced, "Now this is the 'point of no return', because John, I'm sorry to say, if you stay in the game you're going to have to take those underpants off."

"And if you do," she continued in a kindly tone, "I'm going to make Nancy and Debbie take something off, so you won't be quite so embarrassed by being the only one showing anything important."

"Why me?" Nancy protested, "Why not someone else."

"Because he's your boyfriend, and if he's going to take his last item off, he should get at least a 'sympathy strip' from you."

"You know John," said Kathy brightly, "we have a tradition in these games that a guy always gets completely naked first; so that we girls aren't quite so embarrassed when our turn comes. You should look at it as an honor to show lots of courage and lead the way. Besides look at your wonderful body, what could you possibly be ashamed of?"

John's face suggested that this was not a terribly convincing argument in his mind.

"So all of the new players," Jayne said in a compelling tone of voice, "I need to hear from you, are you in or out."

"Steve?"

"In."

"You're so big and strong and brave," Debbie teased him.

"Nancy?"

"In ... I guess," she replied hesitating a bit.

"No, no, not, 'I guess'," Jayne said bluntly, "Let me make this a little clearer Nancy. Are you going to stay in the game, and not only take off your bra for us, but also expose your sweet little pussy to be stared at by these very dirty minded guys," she glanced at Scott and I with a meaningful look, "and probably do a few humiliating dares for good measure? Yes or no?"

"Don't you love it when she sugar-coats things?" Kathy asked Scott sarcastically, "Like she did with us up in the living room last night."

Before he could answer Nancy blurted out, "You've made your point; I'm in!"

"Sure?"

"Yes!"

"Thank you. Anyone else bailing out?"

The rest of us just shook our heads, Jayne turned to John.

"OK," she said not unkindly, "If you're in, off come the underpants. If you're not, then you can pick up your clothes and leave. Those are the rules."

John got up, staring at the floor and then at Nancy. He was already quite red.

"John," I said, "let me give you some advice. The longer you stand there thinking about it the worse it gets. It's easier just to get it over with."

"We won't make any rude remarks," Kathy said gently, "promise."

Sometimes when you least expected it Kathy could be very tactful!

"Now when Scott gets up girls," she continued, pointing at him and giggling, "anything goes!"

"Thanks a bunch," Scott replied, "I love you too!"

"OK, I'm ready," John said in a low voice.

He pulled the jockey briefs down to his knees and then let them fall to the floor kicking them away. He stood there, even redder as we looked at him, a medium sized circumcised penis hung from a small bush of dark hair. He looked for all the world like a Greek statue.

"You are quite a hunk!" Debbie said to him pleasantly, "If you were my boyfriend, I might not be saying 'no' quite so much, I can tell you!"

Nancy blushed noticeably, but she was staring at his equipment.

"Sit down now John," Jayne ordered, "you're done for now. Ladies, your turn I think."

John got back onto his cushion and placed a hand over his penis.

"Would you like me to go first?" Debbie offered.

"No," said Nancy in a quiet little voice, flushing, "if your breasts are as nice as they say they are, I think I would prefer to show mine first."

She got up and reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall forward off her shoulders. We were presented with the sight of two delicious medium sized mounds, with silver dollar sized areola, ending in pinkish brown nipples that pointed slightly upwards.

"Those are very nice breasts, Nancy," I said politely, "Don't you think so John?"

"I ... um ... yes," he stammered staring at them.

Nancy sat down, still flushed, crossing her arms to cover herself up.

"Don't do that," Kathy said to her, "just let them look as much as they want. You'll get less embarrassed more quickly that way."

Nancy reluctantly uncrossed her arms although she didn't look too happy with Kathy's advice.

Without any prompting Debbie go up and removed her bra standing proudly before us with a tranquil smile on her face. They were every bit as luscious as I remembered them! They were in perfect proportion to her petite size; their fullness rising up to beautiful medium sized areola and long nipples.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



THE PROPER RULES FOR STRIP POKER: THE EPILOGUE

Author's Note: To understand the characters in all their dimensions I would recommend reading all of the "Proper Rules" stories; but if a reader doesn't care to do that, this will stand up on its own merits, I hope! A result of some encouragement, I have decided to take the characters out for another spin. This is a very long story, so I hope that it has enough intriguing dialogue to keep readers going on to the end.

I watched out the hall window, and then I saw it pull into the driveway, a brand new white convertible with a black interior. It also had one of the best accessories you can get on any automobile, a certain beautiful, tall, elegant and slender blonde named Jayne, a recently turned 20 year old university student who, for the past four months, has been my girlfriend. We have also been, since our second date, lovers. She stepped out of the car, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head in front of a deep red 'Alice' hair band; and then I drew my breath in! She was wearing a very short red mini-skit that flared at the bottom, and a sleeveless white blouse with several of the top buttons undone. The blouse was tied around her midriff to make a sort of tailored halter top. A pair of low heeled white sandals, and modest dark red hoop earrings completed the outfit. As she came towards the house I opened the front door to meet her. As always, her dazzling blue eyes burned themselves into my soul. No matter how many times I saw her, their blue fire never ceased to amaze me!

"Hi," she said, and then twirled around in front of me to show off her outfit.

"It's new, do you like it? I tied up the blouse because it's so hot today."

"Jayne," I said, smiling at her as I looked her over, "you would look beautiful in a potato sack, but in those things, you look good enough to eat!"

"Maybe later," she said to me with a suggestive look, "but right now we better get going, so we arrive before the others."

"I hope your parents don't think the skirt is too short," she said, "I tried a whole bunch on, and I really liked this one best because it's simple. When I got it home it seemed a lot shorter than in the change room. I almost took it back, but then I thought, Kathy wears skirts this short, why can't I?"

Kathy is Jayne's sister, a year younger than Jayne and I. She is a pretty outgoing girl with green-grey eyes and medium brown hair that cascades part way down her back. She is also slender, but with a more defined set of curves than Jayne. She is heading off to first year university to study nursing, whereas Jayne and I are now entering our second year of university, where I am doing a science program, while Jayne is an English major.

"When my father sees you, his eyes will probably fall right out of his head! After all, he may be my father, but he's also a man," I said laughing, "He thinks I am the luckiest guy around to have you as my girlfriend. And, come to think of it, he's right!"

We embraced and kissed; briefly! I was always aware, whenever we were standing close together, that Jayne was ever so slightly taller than I. But as the time passed, it was bothering me less and less. Jayne had never said anything about it, but, true to her sensitive nature, I noticed she always wore shoes with low heels when she was with me.

"Let me get my stuff," I said.

"Here, I'll help you," Jayne said.

She picked up a smaller carton, and exclaimed, "This is heavy, what is it?"

"Liquor," I answered, "Rum, vodka and gin in the larger sizes, because we have quite a few people this weekend."

Kathy, and her boyfriend Scott, along with Kathy's best friend Debbie, and her boyfriend Steve, who is a best buddy of Scott's, were driving up separately to meet us at the cottage. We all had a week off before Labor Day, after which everyone would be heading back to school. But some of the 19 year olds in the other car were going out of town for their first year of university, so this extended August weekend was a last hurrah for the younger group.

"Steve and Scott are looking after the beer," I continued.

"How is everyone managing this, the drinking age is 21, and your campus friend has gone away?" she asked.

"Well ... I had a little chat with my father. And he agreed that since we have less than a year to go until we're legal, and this weekend they will be at the cottage anyway, and can chaperone, that he would purchase some supplies for me. He did it last week before they left. Steve's older brother is getting the beer for the other guys."

Jayne laughed and said, "Guess what my Dad did? He bought me some wine for all of us to have for dinner, and some Grand Marnier for ice cream sundaes, and a large bottle of rye for your parents, because I told them that's what I've seen them drink at your house. He wanted to thank them for having all of us up. He thinks they're either very brave, or very stupid!"

"So, even my parents get to party!" I exclaimed.

We laughed together, as we loaded the supplies and my luggage into the car.

As Jayne leaned over to move some items at the back of the trunk, her skirt rode up, giving me, and the rest of the world, a fetching view of some skimpy white panties that enclosed her sweet little backside. As she straightened up, she smirked at me, knowing full well where my attention had been focused.

"If you were gentlemen," she said playfully, "you wouldn't be taking advantage of a lady by looking up her skirt when she's in a compromising position."

"Well," I said, smirking back at her, "gentleman or not, I'm also a guy, and if you're going to show me that, I'm going to look, you can depend on it. You should be careful though, because if my elderly neighbor across the way saw that out of his window, he might have a heart attack! And he's a nice old fellow, please don't kill him!"

We both laughed as I closed the trunk, and went to get into the passenger side of the car.

"No," Jayne said, "you drive the first section. My Dad said he would prefer it, because you have had your license at lot longer than me, and there is a lot of traffic on a Friday afternoon. Once we get off the expressway, I'll take over if you want."

We changed sides, and I started the engine and backed out of the driveway. This weekend was getting better and better; I got to drive the new convertible, complete with the hot blond accessory; my ridiculous male ego was in heaven! As we turned onto the main street, I saw Richard, who I used to hang around with quite a lot, standing on the corner and staring at me, the girl, and the car. I gave him a wave as we passed him. "Eat your heart out!" I thought to myself, gloating in a juvenile fashion. Then I remonstrated myself internally for my lack of maturity. But nonetheless, seeing the look on his face was so much fun!

As we drove off onto the expressway, the traffic was just as slow as Jayne feared, and very heavy. However, as usual, we always found lots to say to each other, so the time passed as we crawled along. Finally there was a break in our conversation, and I got the chance to ask something that I was curious about.

"How come we got the new car? Not that I am complaining mind you!"

"My parents are going away with the Saunders for the weekend, and Mr. Saunders is doing the driving. Plus, my Dad said he didn't want us out in anything but a fairly new car, for safety reasons. So we lucked out."

"Bless Mr. Saunders; this is so cool!"

"If you knew Mr. Saunders like I do, you might not be saying that!"

What was this? I waited for her to elaborate.

"Can you keep a secret? ... Oh, sorry; what an idiot I am! You have shown me over and over that you can keep a secret, and better than anyone, even me!"

She leaned over and gave me a little apologetic kiss on the cheek.

"Two weeks ago," she recited, "I came home on a Saturday when my parents weren't expecting me. Remember, you had to work late so our date was a wash out."

"I was so sorry," I said, "I never want to disappoint you."

"It wasn't your fault; it was just one of those things."

"You know that little half wall at the top of the stairs?" she continued.

I nodded. You can see the front hall from over it, but no one tends to notice you when they are standing down there.

"I came in the side door and went up to my room because I didn't want to disturb my parents or their guests. I was heading to the washroom when I looked over into the front hall."

She hesitated.

"Are you sure you won't repeat this?" she asked, pleading.

"Scouts honor."

"I looked down and saw my mother with Mr. Saunders. They were kissing, and he had a hand up under her dress. I may be naïve, but I don't think they were discussing the weather!"

I thought it best to remain silent.

"I tried to sneak away, but Mom opened her eyes and saw me. I was so embarrassed. I ran to my room and had a terrible night; I thought that my parents were going to divorce."

"My Mom came to see me the next day, and she explained things; sort of! The way she tells it, she and Dad were both virgins when they got married, which was normal back then. About two years ago, after 27 years of marriage, they were out one night with some very good friends, and there was drinking, more than usual, and a strip poker game somehow got started. The couples involved were all like Mom and Dad, only ever having sex with the person they married. Anyway, both she and Dad somehow ended up doing things with another person; she was kinda evasive, but you and I don't need too many specifics to imagine; and when they got home and sobered up, they didn't even know what to say to each other."

"Anyway, the next day they finally they managed to talk about what happened, and to discuss how they felt about it. They decided that whatever had occurred was alright, as long as they both were involved. And, since they didn't 'play the field' when they were young, it would be OK now to make up for lost time, provided that everything was totally upfront between them, and it was only with couples they trusted."

I just let her go on. She needed to tell someone, I decided.

"It gets worse," she admitted, "because Mom knows that you and I are lovers."

"How?" I said; a little terrified.

"It started with Kathy, because Mom found her birth control pills. Then, that next day when we talked, she challenged me, and I had to tell the truth."

Oh, God! What if she called my parents!

"Now don't freak out, because she was very understanding. She said that she could tell by looking at both of us that we were very much in love. And because we are so young, and have so much more school to do, that marriage is not an option. And she was very supportive that I took the necessary steps to protect myself, actually both of us! She asked me if you made me really happy. And I told her that I felt things for you that were so strong, I couldn't even explain them."

"So at the end, she said that if we eventually marry, that's fine, because you are, in her words: 'a nice young man from a good family, who is getting a decent education'. Which means, in parent speak, you're not the head of a biker gang, and she's so relieved!"

"But she's also concerned that we should do things with other people, both of us, in case we do end up married, so we don't wind up like she and Dad, full of regrets, and trying to re-live their youth."

"But I don't want to break up with you, so I can get some other experience," Jayne said, with tears starting.

I rubbed her shoulder with one hand; while I steered the car with the other.

"I don't care what your mother says," I protested, "I'm not giving you up, no matter what! They'll have to kill me first!"

Pretty melodramatic! But when you are a young man seriously in love, hyperbole is the coin of the realm. My outburst also seemed to steady her.

"Jayne," I said, calming down, and trying to reassure her, "there must be millions of couples, even today, who found the right one, straight off. And they didn't need to get other experience to be happy, or stay happy."

"I suppose," I said, trying to lighten the mood, "that if we are both full of regret thirty years from now, because we didn't fool around more when we were young, well, we'll deal with it then. We could join a swinger's club for the middle aged. What do you think?"

Jayne, recovering her composure, started to laugh, "I think that the 'strip poker club' is already pretty close to a 'swinger's club'. Thank goodness she doesn't know about that!"

Jayne, Kathy and I have been in three strip poker games that went "all the way". And everyone else coming for the weekend has played in at least two of these games, except Steve, who only has been in one. Not only did the games go to conclusion, but the various couples have had to do some pretty racy dares with one and other in the nude, leading to a lot of virginity being lost all the way around.

"Well, there won't be any strip poker this weekend," I said, "with my parents there. But I can show you the sleeping cabin where that wild young Miss Ann tried to get a game going with a bunch of us a few years ago, when she was only fourteen. It's like a shrine!"

"A shrine to what," Jayne laughed, "your male fantasies?"

"Maybe," I teased, slowly running my hand up her thigh under her skirt, "I'll borrow the key to the cabin, and you can help me act out a few of my fantasies?"

Before my hand could hit pay dirt, she took it and placed it on the wheel of the car.

"Keep your hands on the wheel, and yours eyes on the road, mister," she said sternly, "I don't want to end up as a statistic! Be good, and I might let you play with me down there later, when you're not driving."

"Promise?"

"Oh, alright promise," she sighed theatrically, as if it was a terrible hardship for her whenever I touched her beautiful body!

Then she asked, "How much farther is it?"

"About an hour."

We continued to converse happily as the miles rolled by. Finally we arrived. But there was no sign of my parent's car.

"They're not here. Maybe they went into town," I suggested to Jayne, "but not to worry, I know where the hidden key is, so we can unload the car."

I retrieved the key and unlocked the cottage; and we went inside. Now the "cottage", is really a four bedroom house on the beach, less than ten years old, and with every modern convenience. I opened a couple of windows and we could hear the sound of the waves breaking at the shore. Even though the lake isn't the ocean, when the westerly gets up, you can have some impressive swells.

We put all of the food and drink in the kitchen, and stashed our luggage in the den, until the sleeping arrangements were determined. Jayne called her parents at the other cottage to tell them we arrived safely. We then went outside to sit on the deck, so we could watch the lake while we waited for my parents, and the others, to arrive. Then I heard the phone ringing, so I got up and went inside to answer it. When I picked up the receiver I heard my mother's voice.

"You're finally there. I've been trying you on and off for about half and hour," I heard her say.

"We just got here about ten minutes ago. Where are you?" I asked.

"Home"

"Home, why?"

"Because your brother fell and may have broken his wrist. Your older sister took him to the emergency department for X-rays, and your father has gone there to take over from her. If it's broken, we won't be coming back for the rest of the weekend. So you're on your own. Make sure all of the others phone their parents to ask if it's OK to stay there without us, especially Jayne! If not, they'll have to come home. And if everyone stays, you are responsible for the cottage, no wild parties or damage, or else! Call me later, and let us know what your plans are. Bye."

I hung up the phone and explained the situation.

"I'm sure we can stay," she said with a smile, "my parents know the whole story about us anyway, so what difference does it make? If we had stayed home this weekend, we could have slept together there. However, maybe Debbie or the other guys will need to get permission."

"So let's take the master bedroom," I suggested, "after all, I am responsible for the cottage. You know, eventually I'm going to have to tell them about us. I only didn't because your parents didn't know. It seems pointless now, so I think I will after this weekend."

We moved our luggage into the large bedroom, and began unpacking. Just then we heard another car outside. We left the suitcases, and went out to meet the others.

"Hi there," I called out.

A chorus of "Hi's" greeted me as the other four piled out of the car and everyone hugged.

"Wow, some cottage," said Steve to me.

"Wow, some outfit, Jayne!" said Scott, looking her over with appreciation, "I've never seen you in a skirt that short. Would it be rude of me to hope for a gust of wind?"

"Shut up," Kathy said to him, with a warning tone, "no stupid remarks like that in front of his parents."

"No need to worry about that," I said, "they're not going to be here this weekend."

I went on to explain the situation, and about the requirement to get permission to stay from the respective parents.

"Kathy and I are OK," Jayne said, "what about you Debbie?"

"My parents are in LA at a convention. They told me to call my brothers if there were any problems. But I'm not going to do that, no way. I'm not a baby! And besides, they both went away without telling Mom and Dad, so I can't reach them even if I wanted to."

"Steve, Scott?" Jayne asked.

"I better phone," Steve said.

"Me too," Scott said, "I hope they don't make me drive home. Where is the telephone?"

"Go into the den and close the door, first on your left," I said, "C'mon girls, let's go out front while they get permission."

I led them out to the deck while we waited for the outcome of the phone calls. Finally, Steve and Scott joined us. They were both smiling.

"We got the green light," Scott said, "but it wasn't easy!"

"Yes," Steve said, "I had to endure a five minute lecture on behaving myself with Debbie, and respecting other people's property, and no crazy parties, and on, and on, and on. Good thing my Mom answered; she's a lot softer a touch than my Dad. He won't be very happy when he gets home from work and finds out that Debbie and I are here alone, without your parents. But it's too late now. "

"I got the same lecture," Scott said cheerfully, "do parents all have a copy of the same speech? My Mom was a tough nut to crack; but I got her to give in by telling her everyone else had permission, and if I had to come home, then at least one other person would have to, because there wouldn't be enough room in the convertible for five people, plus all the luggage."

"OK," I said, "Jayne and I are downstairs in the master suite. You four can pick whatever upstairs bedrooms you like. There are three to choose from."

I led the group of them up the stairs.

"What room shall we take, Debbie?" Kathy said, with a mischievous glance at Scott and Steve.

The two of them looked a little surprised, and disappointed! No doubt they were hoping for a different outcome in terms of room assignments.

"Sorry, Kathy," Debbie said, smiling at Steve, and holding his arm, "I already have a bunk mate for this weekend. I'm not taking that little pill every day just for fun, you know ... well ... actually; I am taking it for fun, if you know what I mean. But there are two other rooms, one for you and one for Scott, perfect!"

"That's a good point," Kathy said to Scott, "so, mister, if you want to stay in the same room as me, you better behave yourself, starting right now!"

"Shall I get our stuff?" Scott volunteered, grinning, "This room OK?" he said, pointing at the corner bedroom.

"Oh, I guess so," Kathy said with a sigh, "what a pushover I am. He never had the slightest doubt he'd get to sleep with me all weekend. And you're no help at all Debbie. We're girls, we're supposed to play 'hard to get'."




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



"But I'm not 'hard to get', as far as this one goes," Debbie giggled, giving Steve a little kiss on the cheek. In fact, I'm exactly what he, and every other boy, wants. A girl who's fast, easy, and on the pill! Isn't that right, Steve?"

Steve blushed and grinned as Debbie snuggled up to him.

"Now go get our bags," she commanded, releasing him, "We'll use this one," she said, pointing at the middle bedroom, "I like the little balcony."

"When you're organized," I said, "come on downstairs and I'll fix some drinks. We're just going to barbecue frozen hamburgers for tonight; we'll do something fancier tomorrow."

I descended the stairs and went into the den to phone home. When I reached my mother, I found out that my brother was now home, and in a cast. He had to take some painkillers, so he was pretty groggy, which meant that a return to the cottage was not at all in the cards. During the call, I assured her that the parents who could be reached had been contacted, and that staying the weekend had been approved. I dutifully listened through her version of the Scott and Steve parental lectures, and then, having given her further reassurances of good behavior, hung up.

Jayne put out some chips and dip, while I started making drinks. Scott and Steve finished unloading the car, and put any beer that wasn't already in the cooler in the fridge. The kitchen bustled with activity as Kathy and Debbie organized condiments for the burgers. I pointed Steve in the direction of the barbeque, and he soon announced to us that it was heating up. Scott took charge of drinks for the others, and Jayne and I soon found ourselves sitting on the deck, enjoying the view, and helping ourselves to the chips.

By the time a half hour had gone by, we were called to the kitchen, and everyone dove into the burgers. When dinner was done, we cleaned up, and then all retreated once again to the deck to watch the sunset.

"What a glorious view," Debbie exclaimed, "your parents must be pretty rich to own this."

"Actually, it belongs to some relatives of mine who made a lot of money in business. They won't rent it out, but they let us use it in August, because we take care of it like it was our own."

"I noticed some vanilla ice cream in the freezer," Jayne said, "how about we have some with Grand Marnier and ice cream for dessert?"

There was general approbation for this idea, followed by a rush to the kitchen to get ourselves this treat. We returned to the deck to watch the sunset, and eat our ice cream. It finally sunk below the horizon, leaving brilliant hues of orange, and a tiny hint of green, just at the end.

We went into the cottage and loaded our bowls into the dishwasher. Scott found the stereo and put on some music. I got some cards, and we had several uproarious games of Hearts and Blackout at the large dining room table. The drinks flowed as easily as the laughter. We packed up the cards and sat in the living room, telling stories and making fun of each other as the mood took us. Several hours passed very quickly.

"Aren't we going to play strip poker?" Steve asked during a break in the conversation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice, that the beer in his hand should be the final one for the night!

"Oh, you're going to get to see someone strip, all right," Debbie said, making eyes at him, "upstairs in that bedroom, as soon as you finish your beer."

"Good idea, Debbie," Kathy said, yawning, "I'm getting tired. It's been a long week with work and all. Maybe tomorrow, if we all get loaded enough, we can have a game."

"What's up for tomorrow?" Scott asked.

"Well," Jayne said, the alcohol affecting her speech, "we're all going to see his strip poker shrine."

"What?" Debbie exclaimed, confused.

"There is a sleeping cabin a few cottages down," I explained, "where my younger sister's friend Ann tried to start a game with some of us a few years ago. Ann explained all of the proper rules to us; that's where I learned them. But the actual game never got very far. People lost their nerve in a hurry, not like this crowd!"

There was some general alcohol enhanced laughter at this remark.

"And if you can believe it," I continued, "Ann was only fourteen, the youngest one there, and she was very disappointed that the game didn't get serious."

"How old would she be now?" Steve said.

"Probably around seventeen, and from what I hear from my younger sister, she does a lot wilder things than playing strip poker."

"Is she here?" Scott asked a little drunkenly, "Maybe she'd like to join our game?"

"Pervert!" Kathy said, rolling her eyes at him, and laughing, "It's not enough that you've already seen our pussies, you need to see hers as well?"

"I think you've had enough," she continued, a little sternly, taking his drink away from him, "You've got work to do, and soon, so you better sober up so you can do a good job!"

Debbie was smirking at this innuendo.

"What's she like?" Steve asked me.

"I haven't seen her since last summer, and then only briefly. But she's about the same height as Debbie, with really long blond hair, almost to her waist, unless she's had it cut since. She doesn't have much of a figure, but she's very nice looking; I'm sure lots of guys would find her very attractive. On the flip side, according to my sister, she likes anything in pants, and she's not fussy."

"Apparently, when Ann was here a few weeks ago, she was down on the beach in the most microscopic bikini you could imagine. My sister is quite a prude; she doesn't have the nerve to wear anything daring, so it was funny listening to her try to describe how this bikini looked on Ann without using any dirty words. I almost laughed out loud. Anyway, she said the top was no more than two tiny triangles of cloth, with no support, which Ann doesn't need anyhow; that just covered her nipples and not much else. And the bottom, what there was of it, barely hid anything. So she must shave her pussy, at least partly, or my sister figures that some hair would show, given how small this bikini was. And, supposedly, the thin glossy material the bikini was made of clung to the outline of everything she's got down there. My sister was really blushing when she tried to explain all this to me; she told me Ann looked more obscene in the bikini than if she had been in the nude."

"Anyway, while my sister was there talking to Ann, all sorts of men were going by on the beach, again and again, pretending they were out for a walk, but really just trying to get as good a look as they could. Finally a couple of young guys came up and introduced themselves. That night, my sister and her new boyfriend went to a party at Ann's cottage; it was just she and her older brother up for the weekend. The two guys were there, along with some of her older brother's friends. And Ann was wearing a really short skirt, and kept sitting with her legs open, as if she didn't notice what the guys could see. And apparently her panties were pretty transparent, so they must have got an eyeful. My sister was disgusted, so she finally left with her boyfriend. I'm sure he probably enjoyed the show, though! He's a pretty decent guy, and seems to treat her well. I bet he's never seen as much of her as he has of little Miss Ann, poor guy! My sister is going to be eighteen in a couple of months; I wouldn't want her to be like Ann, but she really needs to loosen up and live a little."

I looked at Jayne; she was obviously at her alcohol limit, and had a reckless smile on her face.

"Oh, was little Miss Ann sitting like this in her miniskirt?" she said suggestively, letting her legs fall open for her audience.

"Or, more like this," she said, lounging sideways on the couch beside me, so her skirt road way up, exposing most of her brief white panties for everyone to see.

"I don't know. I wasn't there," I said, pulling her skirt down for her.

"But," she protested, pulling her skirt up again, "since we're not going to play strip poker, I thought I might give the guys a little show."

"I think that's enough, Jayne," Kathy said, slightly annoyed, "no stripteases tonight."

"You better get her into bed," she continued, now grinning at me, "our precious little flower may have had a teensy, weensy too much to drink."

"OK," I replied, grinning back. I wasn't feeling that much pain myself!

I got up and took Jayne's hand, "C'mon, my angel, time to say goodnight."

"Spoilsport!" Jayne slurred, getting up and leaning a little unsteadily on me.

She blew a kiss at Steve and Scott, as I led her out of the room and down the hall into the bedroom. I turned on one small light and then waited while she used the bathroom. When she came out, she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Why don't you get changed while I go in there?" I said.

She gave me mischievous look as I went into the bathroom. I used the toilet, brushed my teeth and took off my clothes, throwing the soiled items in the hamper.

When I came out, I found Jayne had pulled the bedspread and top sheet off, and was lying there naked, with her legs spread apart, and her clothes in a heap on the floor!

"Now just suppose," she said provocatively, still slurring her words, and with a wild look in her eyes, "that it was Miss Ann, and not me, here with you now? Would you be all tender and romantic, like you are with me when we have sex; or would you have just pushed her into your bedroom, thrown her on the bed, and stripped off all her clothes, so she'd be lying here like this, ready for you fuck her hot little pussy!"

As I stood there beside the bed, stunned, she reached down with her hands and pulled her delicious pink pussy lips apart, showing me the treasures within.

"Pretend you have her here now," she taunted me drunkenly, "show me how you would treat a little slut like that. Would you be all lovey, dovey; or would you just give the little tart what she deserves, and stick your hard dick right in here?" she said, spreading her knees to expose herself even more to me.

Drunk or not, I couldn't believe the language coming out of my lovely Jayne's mouth, to say nothing of her wanton behavior. It was getting me very aroused!

"C'mon," she whispered urgently to me, pulling me down on the bed beside her with one hand, "you can do whatever you want with a girl like that, who cares! She wants it ... bad! So fuck her; hard and fast; right now! And don't be gentle!

She took my hand and pushed it into the hot place between her legs. She was already so wet it was unbelievable!

"Alright, if that's how you want it," I growled, getting more and more excited.

I lay down beside her and kissed her fiercely, while I worked two fingers into her vagina as far as they would go, making her gasp underneath my kiss. I took my thumb and ran it up between her inner lips until I located her clitoris; massaging it roughly with circular strokes. It wasn't long before she began to moan. I had never seen her so aroused, so quickly!

"Put it inside me, now!" she demanded, hoarsely, breaking off from the kiss.

I moved on top of her, spreading her legs with mine to make room.

I positioned my now raging erection at the opening of her vagina, and then entered her with one powerful stroke. She groaned. I started to move in and out. She felt so hot, so wet and so good! As I continued to enjoy her, I lifted one of her legs up so I could go deeper, finally hitting her cervix several times, which made her start and whimper. As I continued to penetrate her, again and again and again, her breathing became ragged, and she put her hands on my hips, crying out with passion. And then, her body became rigid, and I felt her vagina clutching my erection, as she tossed her head from side to side, in the throws of a climax.

I let her come down from her orgasm, and then pulled out of her. I rolled her still quivering body over into the centre of the bed, so she was on her stomach.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, breathing heavily.

"Whatever I want to," I said brutally.

I slid my arm under her mid-section and raised her up, placing first one, and then two more pillows under her, so I could elevate her hips. Kneeling between her legs, I could feel her trembling as I spread her legs as far apart as possible, exposing her nakedness to me.

"Oh, no, no," she cried fearfully, wiggling her abdomen.

I just responded with a low sound, off in my own world. I was so inflamed by her defenseless sex, presented to me like that, and I was so anxious to ravage it! I eagerly stuck two fingers into her hot moist vagina, making satisfying squishing sounds as I moved them around inside her; while using my other hand to rub her inflamed clitoris. I manipulated her ruthlessly, moving my fingers in and out of her, and letting my thumb brush the sensitive skin at the entrance to her anus; causing her to shiver. She was panting with arousal as I worked all around her clitoris with my fingers, trying to bring her to another climax.

"No ... no ... no more, don't touch it," she gasped.

I withdrew my hands from her sex, and moved forward on my knees so I could guide my massive erection into her. I pulled on her hips and ground her into me, trying to get as deep as possible! It was my turn to groan, as I experienced a wave of satisfaction. I found taking her from behind so very, very exciting. I felt powerful, and so aroused! I started to pull her back and forth, in time with the thrusts of my hips, going faster and faster, shaking her with the force of my movements, like a rag doll. I felt something brush against my groin; she had moved a hand underneath us, so she could touch herself. Her other hand was clenched around a fistful of the sheet; as she made louder and louder moaning sounds. I could feel the tension in her body.

"Yes," she squealed loudly, gasping, trying to move in time with each of my strokes, "Oh ...yes!"

I felt her tense up further; then cry out very violently. She writhed in the throes of an intense orgasm, her vagina grasping my erection as it contracted rapidly. This pushed me too far, and I grunted, as I released myself inside her with spasm after spasm of intense white hot pleasure! The force of my own eruption was beyond description! Spent, I collapsed onto her back, feeling the sheen of sweat that covered her as she lay beneath me.

After a time, I lifted myself off of her, and pulled out from between her legs. I rolled her limp body off the pillows, her beautiful blonde hair spilling all over as she lay sprawled on the sheet with her eyes closed. I took her into my arms, kissing her eyelids and hot forehead, as I gently rocked her. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a smoldering expression. She nuzzled into my shoulder and gave me little kisses; then she looked at me again.

"Ann may be a slut," she whispered, "but she's having more fun than other girls. That was wonderful."

Then she curled herself up against me, closing her eyes again.

"Goodnight ... I love you," she sighed.

I waited for a few minutes, after which I could hear her gently snoring. I carefully moved away from her, and then got up and pulled the top sheet over her. I turned off the one light and climbed back into the bed. It didn't take me very long to fall asleep as well!

When I woke up, there was daylight streaming in the exterior door that led to the deck. I looked at the clock; 10:30. Beside me, Jayne was still in dreamland. So I got up carefully, so I wouldn't disturb her, and went into the washroom. A short while later, after a shower and a shave, I put on a bathing suit and a golf shirt and snuck out of the room to get some juice. When I arrived in the kitchen, I saw Debbie and Kathy, sitting at the table, drinking coffee and talking.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," they chimed in unison.

"Sleep well?" Kathy asked, with a little sarcasm in her voice.

"Yes," I replied, opening the fridge and pouring myself some juice.

The two of them were looking at me and snickering a little. I occurred to me that we probably made too much noise last night; and the others overheard some of our activities! I tried not to blush as I recalled our boisterous lovemaking.

"Where are the guys?" I said, changing the subject.

"We sent them to town for some things," Debbie said, "They should be back soon."

Just then, Jayne appeared at the kitchen door, wearing only a pair of panties and yesterday's blouse, which was only partly buttoned up, allowing me to catch glimpses of her pretty little breasts. Her hair was astray and she looked a little the worse for wear, to say the least!

"God, I feel awful," she said to us, "my mouth tastes like a sewer, and I have a headache. Remind me not to drink so much."

"Sit here," Kathy said with a giggle, getting up.

While Jayne sat down, Kathy got her a glass of juice. Jayne drank it thirstily and asked for another. Kathy poured her a refill.

"Wait here," Kathy said, leaving us.

We heard her climbing the stairs. I started to slice a bagel for the toaster.

"Want half?" I asked Jayne.

"No thanks," she replied.

When Kathy returned, she gave Jayne a couple of white tablets.

"Take them; for the headache," she said with a smirk.

"Debbie, didn't you find it a bit noisy for sleeping last night?" Kathy asked innocently.

"Yes indeed! My goodness, Jayne," Debbie said, laughing, "You certainly sounded like you were having a good time. We could hear you all the way upstairs."

Jayne looked down at the table and started to blush. She noticed that her blouse was partly undone, and finished buttoning it up. Damn!

"What did you do to her?" Debbie asked me, in a suggestive tone of voice, "I need details, so Steve can get a lesson. Or better yet, maybe you should show me, so we can see if I will make as much noise as that. Did it feel as good as it sounded, Jayne?"

Jayne looked around; probably making sure it was just the four of us.

"Twice," she answered, looking at each of them with a sly smile, "and the second one was the best ever. I thought I was going to die, it was so intense!"

Now I was blushing; I could feel my skin turning red!

Kathy said to me, "Whatever you're doing, I think you better show me as well. I had a pretty nice time with Scott last night, but not that nice. Heavens, people must have heard you clear across the lake!"

Debbie and Kathy were laughing, and finally even Jayne and I had to join in.

"Do we have time for a demonstration before the guys get back?" Debbie said, with a considering look on her face.

I was sure she was teasing me; wasn't she?

"I'm a little tired this morning," I said, begging off, "You know, late night and all."

"No wonder," Kathy giggled, "so Jayne, what's the secret?"

"Yes, c'mon," Debbie demanded, "Spill the beans! And don't leave any of the juicy stuff out. It's just us. We won't tell; promise. And he already knows; he was there!"

Debbie and Kathy leaned over the table towards Jayne expectantly. Jayne looked at me, with a question in her eyes. I gave her a nod of assent.

"Well," Jayne said to them in a low voice, "I was fairly drunk, and really, really horny, I don't know why. If Kathy hadn't sent me to bed, I probably would have stripped my clothes off in front of all of you, and done something seriously wild with the guys!"

"Anyway, when we got into the bedroom, he went into the washroom; after me. So, I took off all my clothes, and lay down on the bed. I was so turned on, even just lying there; I couldn't wait for him to do something to me, anything! When he got out of the washroom, I got a little crazy, and I goaded him into pretending that I was Ann, and told him he could do whatever he wanted to a girl like that. And then ... no ... this is too embarrassing," Jayne said, blushing.

"Go on," Kathy said, encouraging her.

"Yes," Debbie pleaded, "Tell us. I want to know everything ... Please, Jayne!"




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



Jayne hesitated, and gave me a worried look.

"Tell them if you want to," I said to her in a serious tone of voice, "I don't think we should be afraid to admit that we had some very good sex. We're in love, that's the way it should be; at least I think so anyway."

Finally, she said to the girls, "Well, OK, if you must know ... You wouldn't have believed it was me, either of you; I acted like such a slut! I said some very, very dirty things to him ... Oh, and it gets worse! ... I also spread my pussy for him, and dared him to stick it in there."

"Oh, my." Debbie whispered, with wide eyes.

"And told him to be rough with me, just like I thought a girl like her would behave ... And then I made him take me without a lot of preliminaries ... I don't know; I just sorta let myself get into it in my imagination, like I really was some cheap little tramp."

"You mean you're not!" Kathy said, trying to sound incredulous.

Jayne glared at her.

"Stop it, or I won't tell you anything more!" she said.

"Shut up Kathy," Debbie exclaimed, fascinated, "Let her finish!"

"I think he also started to get into it too," Jayne continued.

The girls looked at me, and I nodded, trying not to smile.

"He began to really take control of things, and he told me he was going to do whatever he wanted with me. He put me face down, with some pillows under my middle, and spread my legs way apart, so he could get at everything," she continued, getting quite red, probably recalling what we had done together.

Kathy gave Debbie an intent and meaningful glance filled with surprise.

"Ohmigod!" Debbie whispered, covering her mouth with her hand, and looking shocked, "Not in there ..." 

"Exactly," Jayne said in a knowing tone of voice, cutting her off, "And I was so afraid that's what he was going to do to me. I was shaking like a leaf. And I knew I couldn't stop him, no matter how horribly dirty it would be, because I started things, and told him in no uncertain terms to treat me like a slut, and do whatever he wanted to me. And anyway, I didn't want him to stop, whatever he was going to do. So I just let myself go."

She lowered her voice even further, to a whisper.

"I already had, you know ... come ... once. And everything was so sensitive down there; I almost couldn't stand it when he was touching me. So I made him stop. Then he took me from behind ... in my pussy, not the other place, thank goodness! And he must have been really excited, because we've never done it that way before, and he felt huge. And my body just had a mind of its own, all biology; no brains. I just had to get there. I was almost frantic; you know what I mean."

The girls nodded their heads; their attention riveted on her every word.

"So I ..." she paused.

"Oh, what the hell!" she said, in a resigned tone of voice, "You might as well know the rest of it ... Because of the way we were doing it, it was easy to reach down and touch myself exactly the right way, and God, did it feel good, along with everything else that was going on!"

"It didn't take long, and then it happened the second time. Over and over and over, really strong, like nothing I've ever felt before. And I was aware that he was also, you know ... coming. And I was covered in sweat, and then I just lay there, like I'd been shot and couldn't move."

"Wow!" Debbie said, looking at me, and then back at Jayne, "What made it so good?"

"Maybe it was the pretending that made it like that; or perhaps I was just in the right mood. Who knows? Or maybe it was the fear that he would put it in ... well, you know. Possibly, the way we did it, so I could touch myself, might have helped. I'm not sure, but whatever it was, it was amazing!"

Debbie was looking at her with awe, while Kathy was staring at me. I looked right back at her, and she gave me a lascivious little smile. I felt myself flushing again.

"Was that the first time it ever happened for you with him?" Debbie asked respectfully.

"Oh, no," Jayne answered, no longer whispering, "I've experienced some fairly intense ones when he ... ah ... does things with his tongue and stuff. Doesn't Steve ever do that to you?"

"He wants to, but I haven't let him, and I'm not sure why. I don't mind letting him see everything, and touch me anywhere he wants to with his hands. So, maybe I should?"

"You should. It works almost every time for me, unless I'm just not feeling sexy; then nothing works. Have you ever had one?"

"I don't know whether we should discuss this right now; while he's here," Debbie responded, sounding uncertain.

"Don't be embarrassed, he's the best person I know for keeping secrets. He never tells," Jayne said, "So have you ever had one?"

"I can make myself have one by touching myself," Debbie said in a small voice, "but with Steve, only once, when we did it for a long time; and it was pretty little. Way, way less than what you must have felt last night. Maybe there's something wrong with me?"

"I doubt it," Jayne said kindly, "not if you can have an orgasm by touching yourself. Let Steve do what he wants, and see what happens, you might be surprised!"

"But what about during regular sex," Debbie said, "Do you always have one?"

"Sometimes, and sometimes not," Jayne answered, with honesty in her voice.

"He's very sweet and sensitive," she smiled at me, "and he always tries to make me, even if I'm not very much in the mood. But yesterday was different, I don't know what happened; but I liked it!"

"It's simple. Jayne has shown me how to do it." Kathy added, giggling, "A girl just needs to act like a drunken slut, and bingo! Magic! I'm going to try it tonight!"

"Kathy!" Jayne said sharply, "We're having a serious conversation here."

"What about you, Kathy," Debbie asked.

"The first time we did it, nothing; but the next time, I made Scott to eat my pussy ..."

"Kathy! Don't talk like that!" Jayne scolded.

"OK, sorry! Sometimes, if I'm feeling hot, he can make me have one just with his hands; most other times I need him to do more ... you know ... oral sex. And if I have one either way first, it helps with having one when were doing it. But it doesn't always work. Lately, I've had some good ones, although nothing off the Richter scale, like my slutty sister!"

I had to laugh at this little barb from Kathy; despite last night, Jayne was the farthest thing from a slut that I knew, and Kathy knew it as well!

"Did you learn anything from this outpouring of female secrets?" she asked me with a wink, ignoring Kathy, "Not many guys would be allowed to listen in on stuff like this. You must be pretty special!"

"Thank you, I hope I am," I said earnestly, "but first, I want you to know that I would never have sex with you ... you know, like you were afraid of; unless we had talked about it first, no matter how drunk you were. Secondly, I want to know exactly how to touch you, like you did to yourself last night, so I can do the right things."

Jayne blushed quite deeply, and looked down at the table. "I don't know whether I could show you when we're making love, it would be so ... so, clinical ... and not very romantic, it might spoil things."

"Well then show me after you've had a shower, or when you're changing your clothes, or whatever; not when we're having sex; because, I'll do anything to please you, even if it keeps Kathy and Debbie awake!"

Even Jayne had to laugh at this. She was smiling warmly at me.

"Show him," Kathy said, teasing, "The rest of us can sleep with earmuffs."

There was a round of uproarious laughter at this remark.

Jayne, clearly feeling better, told us she was going to have a shower. I started to clean up the kitchen.

"Put on your new bathing suit," Kathy called after her, "We're going to spend the afternoon on the beach."

"Wait till you see us," Debbie said, with a twinkle in her eye, "you guys are going to faint! We girls went on a little shopping trip, and our bikinis might not be quite a small as what Ann apparently wears, but they're pretty little. It's a good thing you've seen me naked, otherwise, I might not have enough nerve to wear it in front of you. I was blushing in the change room, just trying it on. And," she giggled, winking at me, "someone here had to do a little shaving, like Ann, so nothing shows that shouldn't!"

"Debbie!" Kathy exclaimed, her color rising, "Stop telling him my secrets. Really!"

The girls ran upstairs to change. I finished up in the kitchen; then went into the living room to put on some music. Debbie was the first to appear, in a miniscule light green bikini that was a close match for her eyes. It complimented her lovely red hair, and emphasized her scrumptious curves. Her perfect breasts were covered, but just! She looked incredibly sexy!

"You like?" she said, striking a seductive pose, smiling at me.

"Oh, I like," I said, mesmerized, "It's a good thing there are other people around, otherwise I might be tempted to rip that off you, and have my way with you, and damn the consequences! God, you look ravishing!"

"I'll take that as a complement," she said, teasing me, "If you could see the look on your face. Does your girlfriend know you are lusting after other women? I thought you were tired?"

"Not any more," I said, with a laugh, "or at least a part of me isn't."

Just then Kathy appeared, holding some towels in front of her. She threw one in Debbie's direction, letting me see that her bikini was a florescent shade of deep pink. She was holding the top in place with her hand; the strings that should be tied behind her back were hanging at her sides, the ones around her neck were already done up. She dropped the other towel on the coffee table.

"You forgot yours, Debbie," she said.

Then she turned to me, with a twinkle in her eye, "I can't tie this up very well, would you mind?"

"Sure," I replied, "turn around."

She stood with her back to me, facing the window. I couldn't help but admire her cute derriere as I reached for the strings. Suddenly, she reached back and took my hands, placing them under the fabric of her swimsuit top, and on her breasts.

"Mmmm," she purred, rotating my hands, "I've been so hot ever since Jayne told us about you two last night. Just do that a bit more."

I tried to remove my hands, but she held them tightly in place.

"Kathy!" Debbie exclaimed, "If Jayne sees you there's going to be trouble."

"Oh, don't worry," Kathy said, "it's only my breasts. Remember that strip poker dare I had to do with him? He got to use his mouth that time. And right now they really need to be touched by a man, and he's the only one available."

I could feel her hard little nipples under my fingers.

"Jayne!" she called out loudly, "I'm making your boyfriend feel up my tits!"

"Fine, whatever ..." Jayne said from the bedroom, "Behave yourself; OK. I'll be right there."

Finally she took my hands off her breasts and adjusted the bikini top.

"Tie that up, please," she sighed, "I'm going to go for a swim, to cool down."

"Good idea," remarked Debbie, throwing her eyes upwards.

I took the pink strings and made a secure bow. Kathy turned around, kissed me on the cheek, and then picked up her towel. Without any warning, she flicked it at my midsection.

"Keep your hands to yourself," she teased me, giggling, "or I'll reach into your swim trunks and grab on to that real tight with my nice long fingernails, and then you'll be sorry!"

"Hey," I said, as they scampered out the door, laughing together.

Jayne appeared in the archway. She had an amused look on her face.

"I didn't intend to do anything, she tricked me!" I protested.

"I'm sure she did, "Jayne said, soothingly, "now calm down, I don't care, so you shouldn't."

"And," she continued, "since she's pulling your chain, you better know that while it's Scott she wants, for emotional things, she thinks you're pretty hot stuff. She's told me on more than one occasion that if I weren't in the picture, she'd have seduced you long ago. Scott or no Scott! And I can read her like a book; she was plenty interested in what you and I did last night, and by the look on her face, was probably thinking about doing some of the same things with you. But don't take it personally," Jayne laughed lightly, "she just wants to use you for sex!"

"That's a relief," I said, with some humor of my own, "I don't care about being a sex object, as long as I'm not part of a love triangle. By the way, that bikini is pretty hot!"

Jayne had a racy white number that, like Kathy's, tied up with tiny string bows at the sides of the very, very brief bottom. The fabric, what there was of it, emphasized the mound of her sex, and shimmered when she moved. The soft triangular cloth folds of the top contained her small breasts, with no appearance of any support, except for the strings that went around her back and behind her neck. I could easily make out the contours of her nipples.

"Typical women's bathing suit," she remarked, rotating once in front of me, so I could admire it, "the less there is of it, the more it costs. You realize that the old Jayne wouldn't have even had the courage to even try it on, much less wear it in public. What have you done to me, you naughty boy? Maybe Kathy's right, I have turned into a slut, or worse!"

"Oh, I don't think so," I said, taking her into my arms, "You're genetically incapable of acting like one, even at your lowest moments. You just have too much natural class, sorry."

"Flatterer!" she laughed, putting her arms around my neck, "You know ... there's a wild side hidden inside of every girl, but most of us won't act on those impulses for fear of consequences, or are just too timid, or afraid of what people will say. I think you're bringing out the wild side of me, because I feel so safe with you, so I can really let myself go; like last night."

We kissed, while I slipped my hands underneath the back of her bikini bottom, so I could pull her hips into me. She broke off our embrace, but kept her arms around my neck, her incredible blue eyes were looking directly into mine.

"So tell me," she said, with a small smile, "If she asked you to, would you sleep with Kathy?"

"But I love you," I said, alarmed and confused.

"Oh, I'm not talking about love. I'm talking about sex. You know, what happens when you put that big hard thing of yours into that warm, wet and willing place that a girl has. And I can tell you, her pussy is all of that where you're concerned, for sure! Suppose I said it was alright. Well ... would you?"

"I don't know," I replied sheepishly, not sure quite what to say.

"Just curious," she said with a mysterious look.

Then she kissed me again. As we held each other, I managed to move one hand underneath the front of the bikini, and to start exploring between her legs. I quickly discovered that her motor was running, because she was very wet already!

"Now stop that," she scolded, breaking free from me and panting a little, "look what you've done. Now I need to go for a swim or everyone will know from the wet spot that I am exactly the little slut you say I'm not! Coming?"

"Go ahead," I said, "I'll wait for the guys; then I'll lock the cottage at the back while we're down there."

She wrapped her towel around her waist, tucking it under itself, so it made a skirt, and headed out the door, looking back at me with a soft expression. I sat down, trying to get my erection to settle down. As I watched out the window, I saw her trot across the beach, and then wade into the lake in the direction of the other girls, who were standing chest deep in the water on a sandbar, and then, when it was deep enough, dive in and swim towards them.

Just then I heard a car door; that would be Steve and Scott, finally! I got up to help them with the groceries. I opened the door and walked towards the car.

"Where are the girls?" Scott asked.

"In swimming," I replied, "and you should see the bikinis. You better wear a loose swim suit!"

"That good," Steve said, laughing.

"Better!"

"Your beautiful girlfriend is still alive; or did she die from an orgasm last night?" Scott teased, "We could hear her all the way upstairs with the door closed."

"I think," Steve said, trying to be solemn, "that as a public service to the male species you should disclose your techniques."

"To hell with the males," Scott laughed, "it's the girls who will be the big winners; based on what I heard. You should write a book, you'll make millions."

"I wish I could take all the credit," I said, with honesty, "but I think it was a combination of a lot of things: alcohol; how she was feeling; being here in a different situation. I don't know, women are a mystery to me," I said helplessly.

"Well you haven't done me any favors," Scott complained, "Kathy wants me to make her come like that. And I don't think she's kidding! What about Debbie, Steve, does she get off with you?"

"Can you guys keep a secret," Steve replied, in a worried tone.

"We've already kept the strip poker game quiet," I said, "you can tell us. If you can't trust us, who can you trust?"

"I've only managed to get Debbie to come once," he confessed, "and not very much, at least compared to what I have read, because I've never been with anyone else. I know about some things that will work with a lot of girls, like going down on them, but she won't let me. We haven't been lovers for very long, perhaps it will get better."

"Maybe after what she heard last night, she'll let you do a bit more," I replied, choosing my words carefully, mindful of keeping secrets.

"Look," I continued, "one thing I know for certain from books, the more often girls come, the easier it is for them to have it happen. But, I'm no more an expert than you guys; Jayne is the only girl I've ever slept with, so that hardly qualifies me to give advice."

"C'mon," Scott said, "let's get this stuff inside. I want to see those bikinis."

We grabbed the bags of groceries, and cases of pop, and took them into the kitchen. A few minutes work, and everything was put away.

"I'll meet you guys down on the beach," I said, going over to the back door, "We keep this locked whenever we are all in the water."

I turned the latch and went back to my bedroom to get a towel. When I came out, the other guys had already gone upstairs to change, so I went out door and made my way to the beach. When I got there, I threw my towel and golf shirt on a chair and walked to the edge of the water. I looked out at the girls. They were standing in a little circle, on the sandbar, talking. Debbie had both hands over her mouth, and was staring at Jayne with wide eyes. I started wading out to join them. Looking back, I saw the other guys just coming out of the cottage. They hadn't wasted any time!

Once everyone was in the water, there was quite a bit of horseplay and splashing. Steve, big and powerful as he was, was able to lift Jayne up under her knees and shoulders with no visible effort, and toss her quite a distance into a wave. She came up laughing and coughing. Once she stopped choking, she tried to get revenge by pulling his swim trunks down. He dived away from her, grabbing at them with one hand to protect his dignity, and grinning at her. Since Debbie was right beside me, and had her attention on Jayne and Steve's antics, I snuck up behind her and picked her up the same way, except my right hand ended up partly on one of her barely covered breasts. Yum! I enjoyed the sensation for just a second and then, waiting for a suitable wave, while she kicked and squirmed in my arms, I threw her into the water. She came to the surface, with streams of water cascading off her, and swept her glorious red hair back off her face.

"You're going to be sorry you did that," she threatened, with a smile "and don't bother telling me that touching my breast was an accident."




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



"But it was," I said, pleading my case, and trying to win her over.

"When you least expect it, something awful is going to happen to you," she said, her eyes sparkling, "like now!"

Before I knew what was happening, I felt my swim trunks being pulled down around my knees. Fortunately, everything was completely under water. I turned around to catch Kathy diving away from me. I pulled my trunks back up, and dove after her. As I splashed towards her, I heard the others laughing at us. When I finally caught up to her, I tried to catch her legs; I got kicked in the mouth and nose for my trouble. As I stood there, recovering, she came up beside me.

"Are you OK," she said, sympathetically, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'll be fine," I said, "See any blood?"

She moved very close to me and used her hands to pull my lower lip down to see if it was cut.

"No."

"Good," I said, "so now I can do this!"

Before she could react, I pulled the strings that held her bikini bottom on at each side, releasing the bows, and then pushed it down towards her knees. As quickly as I could, I dove backwards away from her. As I looked at her through the rippling water, while she struggled to retrieve her bottom and put it back on, I noticed that there was no dark shadow where it should have been. I couldn't be completely certain, but she looked like she was completely shaved! She noticed where my eyes were focused.

"You're going to pay for this," she said, half angry, half laughing, still fiddling with the swimsuit, trying to do it up.

"You started it," I said, "so we're even."

"That's enough, you two," Scott called out, "There's some parents over there with some little ones; let's try to keep things clean."

"I'm hungry," Jayne said, "Who wants lunch?"

A number of affirmative replies led to everyone splashing their way to the shore and climbing up to the deck.

"This isn't done up right," Kathy said to me, as the others rinsed their feet and toweled off, and one by one headed inside.

"Since you ruined the bows," she demanded, "you can just darn well come over here and redo them properly. And no peeking while you're at it!"

Jayne smiled and winked at me as she went into the cottage.

I grinned at her and said, "Yes ma'am."

I knelt down beside her and carefully undid the first lopsided bow, making sure that the suit didn't slip down. Then I did the strings up neatly, so the little ends were even. I took her waist and spun her around so I could fix the other one. When I was finished, I stood up facing her.

"Satisfied?" I said.

"Let me see," she mused, reaching down.

"Looks OK to me," she giggled, pulling the elastic at the front of the suit forward so I could see down inside, "What do you think?"

I stared at her completely nude mound and slit, the later just slightly visible where the fabric was pulled away from her crotch. I caught my breath.

"So mister, now you know. I saw you looking at me in the water," she said, giggling some more, and letting the elastic go, so she was covered up, "Scott went bananas when he saw that. He couldn't start kissing it fast enough. And then it was practically like a rape, he was so worked up, except I really enjoyed myself. And I mean really! So I'm going to keep it that way till he goes off to school. Maybe you might get to see a little more of it, later on. Would you like that?" she teased.

She reached down and gave my penis a little squeeze through my swim trunks. Then she hugged me.

"Lunchtime," she said, releasing me, "C'mon!"

I followed her meekly up the last two steps and through the door. Scott, Jayne and Debbie were already laying out sandwiches, while Steve was opening some beer and soft drinks. When things were prepared, we went out onto the deck to eat.

"Do they have any games for the beach?" Debbie asked.

"There's a beach volleyball set, would you like to try that?" I answered.

"Yes, let's play until we can go swimming again," Debbie said.

"You guys go set things up," Jayne ordered, "we'll clean up from lunch. Does anyone want another beer?"

Scott and Steve accepted her offer. I went into the cottage and located the beach volleyball set and also a rake. I joined the other guys on the beach. We laid out an approximate court, and I began raking the sand, to remove any small stones, while Steve and Scott put up the net. The girls came down from the cottage, carrying two beers and some other drinks.

The game soon got into high gear, boys against the girls, with the girls insisting on a points handicap. It was hard to concentrate on the play, with the three of them dashing and diving about in their tiny bikinis. We were making a lot of silly mistakes, so the girls won the first two games. It was very hot, so everyone stopped to have a drink and take a breather.

"You guys are pathetic," Kathy said, grinning at us.

"We shouldn't have given you a handicap," I protested, grinning back, "There are too many distractions on the other side of the net."

"Oh," Debbie said, giggling, and deliberately adjusting the top of her swimsuit, "what would those be?"

"I wonder how badly we could whip them if we played topless?" Jayne mused to her. Then she looked at me flirtatiously and asked, "Are you allowed to go topless on this beach?"

"I doubt it," I said, "Too many families around. Someone might complain."

"Damn!" Scott exclaimed.

We played a couple of more games, with the guys finally winning. From time to time, Debbie was giving Scott and I very suggestive glances, clearly enjoying our admiring stares at her delectable breasts, as they bounced seductively whenever she made a play. 

Finally we were all hot enough to want a swim, and we enjoyed the cool water after our exertions. We stayed in the water for a long time; then sat on the beach chairs. The afternoon went flying by. Later, when the volleyball resumed, I noticed a couple of middle aged men walk by for what must have been the third time, at least!

"Should we sell them a ticket," Jayne said sarcastically, "so they can sit ring side, and see the show."

"Well," I said soothingly, "you three are the hottest things on this beach by a mile, and no offense, my angel, but Kathy and Debbie are quite an eyeful in particular; and I'm not even a 'breast man'."

"Why don't they just go back to their cottages and masturbate all over their Playboy magazines?" she said, loud enough for them to hear her.

She was clearly annoyed, because she hardly ever used language like that, especially with strangers!

"They probably need those magazines," Kathy added, also loudly, staring at the men, "with the fat cows I bet their married to. If you put either of their wives in a bikini like this, they'd get arrested for gross indecency. No wonder they're desperate."

The men started to walk away quickly, and after the abuse the girls had given them, probably for good.

"Girls, girls," I said, "Calm down. I think they got the message; loud and clear!"

"I don't mind guys taking a look," Jayne said, still agitated, "after all, these swimsuits don't cover very much, and Kathy and Debbie have some pretty nice assets on display, and this is a beach. But that was ridiculous; they must have passed by a zillion times!"

"OK, my darlings," I said, coming up behind them, as they glared down the beach at the retreating figures, "Lower your blood pressure. Why don't you go for one more swim, while we put the volleyball stuff away. And then you can sunbathe up on the deck, where no one, and especially those perverts, can see you. It's probably almost time to hoist the cocktail flag anyway, and both of you need a major attitude adjustment."

"OK," Jayne said to Kathy, in a resigned tone, "I'm hot anyway."

"Yes, let's," Kathy said, but her voice still had an edge to it.

I put one hand on each of their shoulders, and gave each them a little kiss on the nape of the neck, and then put my hands on their delicious behinds, giving them a push towards the water. 

"Way you go," I commanded, lightly spanking each of them a couple of times, until they started forward to escape from my hands, "and don't come back until you're in better humor."

"Sheesh!" I said to Scott and Steve, grimacing, "Women!"

"Aren't you going to pat my fanny," Debbie grinned, moving beside me, "I feel left out."

I didn't need to be asked twice! I reached around and gave her posterior a nice little squeeze, and a couple of gentle slaps.

"Off you go too," I chuckled, "When you're done with the swim, the drinks will be ready."

We took down the volley ball net and I packed it into the box. Scott grabbed the rake, as Steve collected the empty tins and bottles. Debbie had almost caught up to the other two, who were thigh deep in the lake. We took everything up to the cottage to put it away. When that was done, I started to prepare drinks for myself and the girls. The guys got new beers and went out to the deck. I put the drinks on a tray and came outside to join them. We were sitting there chatting and laughing when the girls arrived, wrapped in their towels.

"Would you put the chaise lounges over there, please," Jayne asked, "so we can dry off in the sun."

Scott and I moved three of the four together in a row, like a cruise ship, facing the late afternoon sun. The girls spread out their towels and lay face down. I walked along the row, giving each of them a drink. Kathy took a long pull at hers and then set it on the deck beside her chair.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "that sun feels so good."

"Undo my strings, please," Jayne asked me, "I don't want any tan lines. The new dress I got for my cousin's wedding next weekend has a low back."

"Undo mine too," Debbie said.

"Ditto," Kathy added.

I released the bikini tops, letting the strings fall over the edges of the chaises.

"Are you girls feeling pampered enough?" Scott said, rolling his eyes at Steve and I, "Is there anything else you want your slaves to do, or are you fine for the moment?"

"We're going to need food soon," Kathy said lazily, "did you get the cheeses and pâté I asked for?"

"Of course," Steve replied, getting up.

I started to get up as well, to help him.

"Stay put, I'll get it," he said to me, with a little bit of sarcasm, "You've had a very busy afternoon, what with organizing games and swims, and making drinks, and helping them with their bikini tops. To say nothing of paddling their little bums, when they don't behave! It's just work, work, work!"

Scott and I started to laugh out loud, while there were lots of giggles coming from the girls.

When Scott saw Steve coming back to the door with a cheeseboard, he got up to open it for him.

"Are you ladies going to sit up at the table to have some of this?" Steve asked, "Or do I need to serve it to you, one by one?"

"Oh, we can't get up," Debbie said, languidly, "because our tops will fall off."

"Excellent," Scott said, teasing, "Steve, put that on the table."

"No, I need to be served," Debbie demanded, ignoring him.

She rolled over, holding her top in place with one hand and her arm. Steve held the cheese board out to her so she could help herself. She used her other hand to cut some cheese, and put it on a cracker, which she popped into her mouth.

After she swallowed, she said graciously, "Thank you," and then she reached for her drink.

"Kathy?" Steve asked.

Before she could answer, Debbie said, "This is silly. You've all seen me before. And I want to lie on my back now anyway. Jayne wanted us to play volleyball topless, which I would have done, down there where strangers can see. And it's private here, behind the cedar hedge, so I'm getting rid of this."

She used the hand holding her top in place to fling it to Scott.

"Put that over the railing, please," she said, "so it dries."

Scott did as she asked, with his eyes riveted on her perfect breasts. Even though I'd seen them a couple of times, they always fascinated me. They weren't either small or large, just beautifully in proportion to Debbie's frame, with medium sized pinkish brown areolas and fairly long matching nipples. They gave you an impression of fullness, even as they pointed a little upwards. Even though I didn't consider myself a breast man, they looked so tempting. I really wanted to touch them, some day, before I died, to see what they felt like. Down boy! I thought to myself.

"Debbie," I said sincerely, "I've told you this before, but if I live to be a hundred, I'll probably never see nicer breasts than yours."

Jayne said, "I always thought Kathy's were pretty good, way better than mine certainly, but I think even Kathy would give the edge to Debbie's, they're pretty special. So you want to make this affair topless, Debbie?" she asked, "OK, Scott hang this one up as well."

Jayne passed her bikini top to Scott, letting us see her small breasts and little pink nipples.

"Why not," Kathy added, tossing hers to me, "Would you mind? And yes, I agree Jayne, even though Debbie and I are nearly the same size, there's something about hers that makes them especially nice. Oh, well, I'm pretty happy with mine, so no point worrying about it ... I'm hungry. Steve would you pass me that tray?"

As Kathy sat up to take it from Steve, I admired her breasts as well. They weren't quite as arresting as Debbie's, but a nice medium size with light brown nipples. And I knew how well those nipples could stand up, if you teased them just right with your mouth and tongue, because I had done exactly that at the end of the first strip poker game!

Debbie was lying on her back with her eyes closed, while Jayne and Kathy helped themselves to the cheese board. We three guys were sitting at the table with the umbrella, sipping on our drinks, and enjoying all the female charms on display.

"That little striptease should earn us some sort of reward," Debbie said, stretching a bit, "How about another drink?"

"Coming up", I said, with a little bow.

I got the tray so I could collect the glasses and empty beer bottles.

"Scott, Steve, anything more?"

"Want another round, Steve?" Scott asked.

"Not for me," Steve replied, "there's wine with dinner; I think I'll hold off."

"Good point," Scott said, "Why don't you just bring us a couple of Cokes."

I took the tray and went into the cottage. After a few minutes I had all the refills and new drinks ready. I brought them to the door. Scott saw me and opened it. I started to pass out the glasses.

"Gee, Scott," Steve said, winking at him, "If the girls will take off their tops to get this round of drinks served to them, what will they do for another one? Maybe let us untie those tiny little bows that hold up their bikini bottoms?"

"Nice try," Kathy said, sticking her tongue out at him, "But fair is fair, if you want to see more of me, why don't you take your swimsuit off, and then we'll see what happens."

"Maybe later," Steve said, grinning at her, "I have to cook you some dinner, you know. Or do you prefer your chefs naked?"

"I like to keep what I eat separate from other things I put in my mouth," Kathy said to Steve suggestively, looking at his crotch, so none of us had any doubt about her meaning, "so I prefer that you cook with your clothes on."

There was quite a bit of laughter at this exchange. The temperature of the conversation was rising as the alcohol was starting to have its effect!

"What is for dinner?" Debbie asked.

"Something simple, but good," Steve replied, "New York steaks, my world famous Caesar salad, some special bread and rolls, red wine, and for dessert, blueberry pie with ice cream!"

"Sounds wonderful," Debbie said, "How can I help?"

"We're doing this meal," Scott responded, "tomorrow is ladies night."

The girls soaked up the sun, while we discussed who would do what in terms of the dinner.

"I think that's enough sun," Debbie said, finally, "What time is it?"

"After five, when I was inside fixing drinks," I answered.

"I'm going to change, and take a quick shower, so I can fix my hair," Debbie said, "How much time before dinner?"

"Give us three quarters of an hour, around six say. Can you be ready by then?" I replied.

"No problem."

The girls began to get up and collect their towels. Jayne had put her beach towel around her neck. She walked over to the railing where her bikini top was drying, and then undid the bows at the sides of the bikini bottom; pulling it off, and casually throwing it over the railing in one motion. I sat motionless, taking in the straw colored wisps of hair that covered her sex, and the soft pink inner lips that were partly exposed to us. Even though I had seen her intimate sexuality countless times, I was nevertheless immediately aroused! Scott and Steve were also absorbed in her nakedness, to the exclusion of all else. Jayne looked down at herself, and then from side to side at her three male admirers, giving each if us a sweet little seductive smile. There was a special sparkle in her penetrating blue eyes. Without a word, she crossed the deck, climbed the two short steps and went inside the cottage; as if nothing in the world was out of the usual!

Debbie and Kathy had stopped what they were doing, certainly surprised at Jayne's behavior; temporarily speechless. They looked at each other; then Kathy broke the silence with a giggle.

"You know, Debbie," she complained, as if she were serious, "since those strip poker games she's become quite the exhibitionist. She used to be so shy around boys, look at her now, it's unbelievable!"

"It's like a different person," Debbie said, nodding her head in agreement, "If you asked her to walk up and down the beach like that, she probably would, and think nothing of it!"

"Now wait a minute," I said, leaping to her defense, "I think she's just very comfortable with herself ... and among friends."

"One thing I've learned," Scott said, starting to laugh, "is that Jayne has a really good sense of humor. She did that deliberately, just to get everyone going. And it worked!"

Steve and I joined his laughter.

"Topless is one thing. But unlike my slut sister," Kathy said, with false dignity, "I don't just let guys see all my feminine secrets for the heck of it!"

Right! I, and the other guys I'm sure, could see the twinkle in her eyes.

"C'mon Debbie, let's get changed," she continued.

The two girls went up the steps and into the cottage. The door closed. After a few moments it opened again, and Kathy poked her head out around the door jam with a big smirk on her face. Suddenly, a pair of bikini bottoms came flying across the deck at us.

"Now hang those up nicely boys," she teased, "and make us a really good dinner, and then you can get us drunk, and we'll show you what was underneath them. Right, Debbie?"

"Need another drink, Steve?" Scott said, looking away from Kathy and winking at him, while he moved quickly towards the door, which slammed before he could get there.

Through the open windows we heard bare feet scampering across the cottage floor, and high pitched laughter, that faded as the girls retreated up the stairs. Scott turned back to us with a grin.

"They just couldn't stand it that Jayne stole the show! Let's do a good job on the dinner, because I don't know about you guys, but I want to take those two up on that offer."

I picked up the two scraps of cloth that Kathy had thrown at us, and hung them carefully to dry. The three of us then scrambled into the cottage so we could get to work. Talk about an incentive! Once in the kitchen, Steve started directing traffic.

"Why don't you barbeque the steaks, because you know how the grill cooks, and I don't want to spoil them," he said to me.

"Scott, can you set the table and slice the bread? I'm going to make the salad."

I went outside and lit the barbeque. When it was going, I came back into the kitchen; Steve was hard at it, making a salad dressing from scratch.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked him.

"My mother has shown me a few things; because once I go away to school I may need to do some of my own cooking. This is really easy and tastes great," he answered, squashing a garlic clove with the flat side of a large knife.

"I'll open the wine," I said, leaving him to his work, "while the grill is heating up."

The three of us worked away, Scott even put out some candles, and cut a few flowers from the front planters, which he put in water in a vase that I found for him. He placed it on the table between the candles. I poured each of us a glass of wine, and went outside to grill the steaks. Scott came to join me.

"I've never seen the girls like this," he said to me, as I was checking on the meat, "There's an awful lot of flirting going on."

"I noticed," I replied, in a serious tone, "Did you see that 'come hither' look on Jayne's face when she stripped right off for us? It wasn't just directed at me; that's for sure. I've never seen her act like this before, even during strip poker."

"This could be quite an evening," Scott remarked, raising his eyebrows.

"I think they're done," I said, acknowledging his remark with a nod, "Let's get them inside. Do you mind calling the girls?"

I put the steaks on a platter, as Scott held the door for me, and then took them into the kitchen. Scott called the girls, and we heard footfalls on the stairs. Jayne came down the hall, looking radiant in a pair of white shorts, a red t-shirt and her hair band. She was definitely in cottage mode, with bare feet, and a healthy glow from all of the sun and water. Kathy and Debbie appeared in almost identical outfits, short denim skirts with white sleeveless blouses. You could tell by their faces that they had been in the sun, as well. Kathy had flip-flops on her feet while Debbie was barefoot, like Jayne. It didn't take long to determine that neither one of them was wearing a bra! Scott and I ushered them into the dining area and gallantly held chairs for them so they could be seated.

"Wine, ladies?" I asked.

"Look at the flowers, girls," Jayne said, "I'm impressed."

"I didn't think they could do stuff like this," Debbie said to her, "they're much more refined than they let on."

"Or they want something," Kathy said innocently, trying to put a puzzled look on her face, so she wouldn't laugh, "Whatever could that be?"

Scott and Steve brought over the platter and salad bowl, and started passing them around while I poured the wine.

Dinner proceeded happily. Steve earned some nice little kisses on the cheek for his salad, as I did for grilling the meat to a pink perfection. Scott pouted that no one was kissing him; so Jayne leaned over and gave him a short kiss on the lips, asking him if he felt better. The combination of the wine, the food and the sunburns had faces flushed as the meal disappeared. We served the pie and ice cream to the girls, and a riotous discussion about the volleyball voyeurs ensued. We had just finished dessert when there was a knock on the back door. I went to see who it was while the others cleared the table.

As I approached the door I could see through the glass that it was my cousin Joan, who is a few months older than me, and her boyfriend Rick, not my favorite example of the male species; who I had met several times before. Her parents had a place of their own a few cottages down. After I opened the door, we exchanged greetings. Joan then noticed that I had guests.

"So," she asked, "are my parents here?"

I explained that they weren't, and that mine weren't either. I took them out to the deck where the others had gathered, and made some introductions. While everyone started to chat, and Rick ogled the girls, Joan called her parents home, and obviously got an answer, because she was on the phone for quite a few minutes. When the call was over Joan explained the situation.

"They had a fight, and have gone home. They didn't know if we were coming or not, and now that we're here, they don't want us to stay; but who cares, it's probably more pleasant here than it is there right now. I told them we're not driving back tonight, so I'm in trouble, even though it's not my fault! Plus we have two other couples with us, and I'm not going to make them go home; they've been looking forward to this. Besides we're all over 18; we're hardly babies!"

I offered Joan and Rick a drink, which they eagerly accepted. While Scott handled the bartending, the rest of the group discussed the possibility of organizing a party for the following evening. Since the idea seemed popular all the way around, Joan walked back to her cottage and returned with the other couples, so that food and drink logistics could be dealt with. As had also been agreed, they brought some beer with them from their own supply. After some introductions, we dispatched party tasks quickly, and then Joan announced they would be going back to her cottage to eat as soon as her group finished their drinks.

Beach volleyball was mentioned at one point, and a game for the next day also appeared to be in the offing. I figured Rick would be a liability, slavering all over the place like a rabid dog when he saw our girls in their tiny bikinis, so I suggested a cottage against cottage challenge!

"What else do you do when you're here, besides swimming, partying and beach volleyball?" Linda, a stately slender brunette with shoulder length hair, and glorious dark brown eyes, asked.

"One of the real traditions," I replied, "is to have a bonfire on the beach if the wind conditions are right. Most people keep a brush pile down there for just this purpose. You'll notice how many there are if you and Ron go for a walk."

Ron was Linda's boyfriend, he was almost as tall as Steve, and he had an intelligent air about him, even though he had been pretty quiet so far.

"And of course, skinny-dipping," said Joan, with a giggle.

"My sisters and I used to all the time," she added, with some melodrama, "but we never let any boys join us. We always chose a really dark night; it made us feel very daring."

"And then, or course," I said, trying to stir the pot as much as possible, "there's always the strip poker games."

"What?" exclaimed Erin, "Are you kidding?"

Erin was not a pretty girl, but her pixie cut and artificial blonde highlights, in addition to her extremely generous curves, made up for her lack of natural beauty. She had on navy shorts and a white short-sleeved blouse shirt that buttoned at the neck. Her boyfriend Peter, who seemed serious behind the glasses he wore, was suddenly very attentive, as was Rick the prick!

"Oh, yes," I said, "It was only a few cottages down, where I learned all of the proper rules for strip poker."

"Joan," I asked, "you remember Ann, who played with our younger sisters; she taught them to me?"

"You played strip poker with Ann?" Joan said, incredulous.

"Actually," I responded, "that particular game didn't get very far ..."

"I thought so," Joan said, knowingly, "although I hear that Ann is pretty wild, so I would have believed anything you told me."

"How wild," asked Erin, intently.

"Well ..." Joan said in a low tone of voice, "my younger sister told me that she's actually done it with two boys at the same time."

There were several gasps. I noticed that Linda was blushing, while Erin and Peter looked at each other startled. Even our group was riveted on what was being revealed! And none of them had ever even met Ann.

"You haven't really played a complete game of strip poker," Joan said to me, "have you?"

"Oh, yes," Jayne interjected, in a matter-of-fact tone, "our group has played several strip poker games, and they went 'all the way'; if you know what I mean?"

"You mean everyone right down to the buff?" Erin said, with wide eyes.

"Of course," Kathy interposed, casually, "that's what 'all the way' means."

"But ... but," Linda asked, a little shocked, and looking around at Jayne, Kathy and Debbie, "you actually let all these guys see you ... you know ... with nothing on?"

"Yep," said Debbie, with a grin, "just like playing 'doctor'. And of course we got to see them, although their things seem to be pretty small," she added wickedly, wrinkling her nose and elbowing Scott in the ribs.

Then she added, in an attempt at an innocent tone, "Tell me Linda; is it normal for a guy to only be about three inches, even when he's excited?"

This remark was met with some guffaws from our group, with Peter and Ron joining in. Joan and Erin were giggling. Rick was busy trying to peek through the closure of Debbie's blouse.

"She's doesn't see very well, especially without her glasses," I said, trying to appear serious, "I think she couldn't tell the difference between three and eight inches."

"It was closer to nine than eight, right Steve?" Scott said.

"Easily," Steve added, with a grin and a wink at the girls.

"I guess I could go skinny-dipping with guys," Linda said, in a hesitant tone, "if it was dark enough. But strip poker ... real strip poker ... I don't know. I'm pretty shy. Would you play, Erin?"

"I might," she answered, "but I would need to know the rules, so that it didn't just end up with only the girls stripping; because usually the boys are better poker players. Do you bet your clothes? Or how do you play?"

"Yes, what are the proper rules you learned?" Joan asked.

"It's five card draw, maximum four cards replaced," I said, explaining, "Before you start you agree on how many articles of clothing everyone has, and what counts, and what doesn't."

"And no betting," Jayne added, "The loser of each hand has to take something off ..."

"And the winner of the hand," Kathy said, interrupting her, "also gets to choose someone else to take something off."

"When you have to strip off something important," I interjected, "not like a shoe or sock, you have to stand up so everyone can see you. And you can't use your hands to cover up. Now, when you're sitting, you can hide yourself as best you can, but no props are allowed ..."

"Once you're naked," Kathy exclaimed, cutting me off, "the fun really begins, because you don't just sit there, you keep playing, and you have to do dares!"

"Wow!" Peter exclaimed, impressed, "How does that work?"

"Let me tell him," Kathy said to me.

"OK," I said, giving her the floor.

"If you're naked," she said with authority, "and you lose a hand, or are chosen by the winner, you have to do a dare given out by the winner. Dares have colors; they're green, yellow, and red. Most of them have a time limit, usually a minute. A green dare is easy, like letting people see everything between your legs."

"Oh, no," Linda whispered, looking horrified!

"A yellow one is more adventurous," Kathy said, ignoring her, "like kissing and hugging naked. Then there are the red dares," she said, looking at her audience for effect, "they can be anything. The most extreme ones are doing something racy with someone who isn't your boyfriend or girlfriend."

"Not actual sex!" Erin said, putting her hands over her mouth.

"No, no," Kathy said in a reassuring voice, "there is a referee who ensures that things don't get too crazy. The referee is chosen from the players, and it's usually a girl, for obvious reasons. And the referee has a backup in case they have to do a dare. You can appeal your dare, or appeal if you are asked to be part of someone else's dare, and you don't want to do it. But the referee's decision is final. In all of our games, no appeal has ever been granted."

"So everyone starts with a green dare?" Ron asked.

"Not quite," Kathy answered, "the first person who has to do a dare gets the green one. The next person gets the yellow one, after that, too bad for you, you're going to do a red one!"

"How does the game end?" Joan asked.

"I'll explain it, Kathy," Debbie announced, "and you forgot to mention that if you win a hand and have to give out a dare to someone, you can't involve yourself in the dare, it has to be another player ... Now, when everyone is naked, there is one final hand. You need to go all out for this round, because the only thing that matters is winning; it doesn't matter whether you come in second, or last. If you are the winner, you get to give everyone else a red dare; and this time, you can be part of the dare, or make them do something with someone else."

"What if the green and yellow dares haven't been done?" Peter interrupted.

"That's never happened," Debbie answered, "but if it did, the worst hand always goes first, so they would get the easier dare. I guess in a case like that, if you didn't have very good cards, you would try to have the lowest hand. That situation has come up though, when two naked players have had to do a dare at the end of the same round. The lowest hand goes first, so it gets the green dare. It doesn't seem quite right, but that's the way it works."

"By the way," Kathy added with a smirk, "I don't think we mentioned that if there is a hand with both a strip and a dare, the strip happens first, so that if the dare involves the person that just had to strip, it can be more interesting!"

"If the game is very large," I said, "we add an extra strip to each round, so that it doesn't last forever. And we make the winner always choose a strip with the extra pick, if one is available."

Erin had a fascinated expression on her face. She was probably trying to imagine a game.

"But what about the guys," she asked Scott shyly, with a little giggle, "you know ... when they get to see the girls naked, and they ... ah ... respond?"

"That's all part of it," Scott laughed, with a twinkle in his eye, "Nine inches of raging manhood, ready for action. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to have girls see that!'

Erin was looking back at him and smiling at the ridiculous mental picture he was trying to draw. I really liked her; she was so genuine, and seemed to have a wonderful sense of humor!

"Which is why," he continued, with a sly smile in Kathy's direction, "it's so much easier for girls to take off all of their clothes."

"Baloney; what nonsense! You're always saying that!" Kathy said, glaring at him, and trying not to laugh, "Erin, just don't believe a word he says ... Debbie, I can't reach from over here, hit him for me!"

"You know," I chimed in, "It's not a bad strategy, if you are a guy, to get naked first."

"Why would you do that?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Simpleton!" Linda chided him, blushing, but annoyed, "so he's sitting down where he can cover things up, before any of the girls have to take off their underwear. Get it?"

"Oh," Ron said sheepishly.

"But of course that strategy runs the risk of more dares," I said, nodding at her, and smiling, "so there's no perfect solution.

"Remember," Kathy said gravely, "This is Strip Poker; not Go Fish."

There was a lot of uproarious laughter at this point! Rick got up to get another beer; it had to be his third!

"When you played, how often did people have to do a red dare with someone other than the one they were with?" Erin asked, in a concerned manner.

"Actually, only once," Kathy replied, "In the very first game, my darling sister made me do a red dare with him," she said pointing at me.

"What was it?" Joan asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you," Kathy said, "because one of the rules is that no one ever tells either who played, or what they did. All you say if someone asks; is that you played in a game that went 'all the way'. Let their little imaginations run wild, and if they want to know more, then they'll have to get into a real game themselves. All I will tell you about that dare is that it got me so incredibly turned on, it was unbelievable! Good thing my sister was there, otherwise I would have just seduced him right on the spot; even though I was a virgin at the time!"

The other group stared at her speechless after this admission. I could tell that most of them were very, very inquisitive about that dare. Kathy just looked back at them with a satisfied little smile on her face, enjoying their curiosity!

Joan was looking at Erin, with some excitement in her eyes.

"Maybe we should try a game," Erin volunteered, catching the non-verbal cues, "but just ourselves, not with them; in case we chicken out. What about it guys?"

"Sure," said Joan eagerly, "Why not?"

"We could make a rule that any dare that requires another person has to happen with your partner," Erin suggested, "so it's not too scary."

I could tell that this suggestion met with Linda's approval!

Ron looked happy, he was clearly in! Peter, I sensed, wasn't quite so sure. Rick had left to use the washroom. At the rate he was drinking, he'd be blotto long before any game got going. But, they could always play with five; we'd done that once, and it worked out pretty well. I turned to Linda; if she got her courage up, the game would likely happen. She looked back at me; she probably suspected what I was thinking! I decided to make things a little easier.

"If you decide on a game, and since you are all new players," I said helpfully, "we've added a house rule that works pretty well. When some one has to be the first person to get seriously naked, say a girl has to take off her bra, or a guy his underwear; the referee declares the 'point of no return'. When that happens, before that person strips, each player is asked by the referee whether they are in or out. Because, once one player strips that far, everyone else has to go all the way, no backing out. So if someone doesn't think they can handle it, they can bail out safely, before there's anything significant shown."

Erin was looking at Linda, waiting for her decision.

"I think I'll try to play," Linda said to her, with surprising boldness, "how I'm going to do it, I don't know. I'm so shy, I'll probably blush myself to death!"

That brought some further laughter, which Linda joined into.

"Linda," Jayne said, in her kind way, "I was exactly like you, really shy and modest. But once I actually did it, and took my clothes off in front of some guys I trust, it changed me. I have more confidence in myself and my body."

I saw that Kathy was about to tease Jayne; which she so much enjoyed, and was so good at! I gave her a warning look. "Not in front of strangers!" I tried to say with my eyes. She nodded.

"Despite what Scott claims," Debbie added, "the first time is very embarrassing for a girl. But it was actually all in my mind. The guys were real gentlemen; they didn't make any rude remarks or say anything stupid. In fact, they just told me how beautiful I was."

"And you are," Scott said gallantly, "Maybe you should take off all your clothes right now, to show these other girls how easy it is."

"Nice try, but I don't notice you sitting there naked!" Debbie retorted, giving him a rap on the top of the head with her knuckles.

"Ow!" he winced.

"Good work, Debbie," Kathy said, encouraging her.

"Let me correct myself, Linda ... they were gentlemen then," Debbie explained, "Now they're just depraved sex addicts."

This exchange really loosened up the atmosphere; everyone was smiling or laughing, except Peter. Erin noticed it as well.

"So ladies," Erin said, in a commanding tone, "You're all up for it ... Ron?"

"Yes," he said quickly, with a grin.

"Try not to look so eager," Linda said, cuffing him playfully on the shoulder, "or I might change my mind."

Ron leaned over with a pleading look, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"This is interesting Joan," Linda said, with some irony, "We haven't even removed so much as a sandal, and they're already eating out of our hands!"

"I notice ...Where's Rick?" Joan then asked, with an edge to her voice.

"In the washroom, I think." I responded.

"Peter, you're going to play, aren't you?" Erin asked him pleasantly.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



"I guess," came back the reply, "Well ... yes."

"What's wrong?" she said, looking into his eyes, puzzled, "You don't want to see me, or Joan and Linda, in our birthday suits?"

"No, no, of course I want to see. But ..."

"Good!" she said, cutting him off; and then, suddenly concerned, she said sympathetically, but sort of teasing, "I hope you're not worried that your equipment isn't up to scratch?"

"No, I'm normal, not nine inches, but normal," he replied, half laughing, half upset.

"Well, what is it then?" she demanded sarcastically, losing patience, "Are you afraid that your mommy will find out that her darling baby bunny has been playing dirty card games with naughty little tarts like me, Joan, and that disgusting tramp Linda."

Erin winked at her. Linda giggled. I couldn't help but snicker! She was like Kathy; she knew how to wind someone up!

"You know which one I'm talking about, don't you? That brunette over there; the one who flaunts her body at every guy she sees, and only has one thing on her mind; and your mommy knows what that is, doesn't she? Is that it?"

Peter was looking at the floor, the rest of us were sniggering. Finally he whispered something in Erin's ear. Erin's face underwent a change, a soft look and a slight smile took over her features. She gave Peter a little kiss on the lips.

"He's very sweet," she said to the rest of us, "because he's worried that this won't be the most romantic way to see each other without our clothes for the first time."

Linda and Jayne made little sighing "Ahh" sounds, while Kathy and Debbie were rolling their eyes at each other! Scott and Steve just looked at each other meaningfully.

"Well," she said, changing her composure, and looking directly at him, with a stern tone in her voice, "there's romantic and there's stupid! Heavens, what are you thinking? If the girl's in the mood to play strip poker all the way, let her! For goodness sake, don't try to talk her out of it. It's your duty as a member of the male sex to take advantage of a girl in her moment of weakness; not try to stop her. So, once the game starts, pay her little compliments, and reassure her a bit, but, whatever you do, make sure those clothes come off just as fast as they can."

While Peter was digesting this lecture, and its implications, Erin had moved close beside him and was holding onto his arm.

"Imagine," she said to him fondly, teasing, "having to tell a guy how to act like a guy. You should be ashamed of yourself." 

"No he shouldn't, and you shouldn't make fun of him for being so thoughtful," Jayne said, gently reproaching her, "But if it makes you feel any better, Peter, the first time he and I," she continued waving in my direction, "ever saw one another in the nude was because of a strip poker game. And it turned into something very wonderful for us, and we fell hopelessly in love. So strip poker isn't just about nudity and sex ... well I guess it is," she said, with a little laugh, "but it can be about other things too."

Rick had rejoined us, he was about to go to the kitchen for another beer.

"Hold on," Joan ordered, "We're going back to have something to eat, and then we're playing strip poker. You will play strip poker with us, won't you?"

"Yes, yes," he said, with a surprising lack of enthusiasm, "I'll get the beer; I'm ready for another one."

"Fine," said Joan unhappily, "C'mon gang, let's go."

I heard Erin discussing pizza with Joan as they collected their things. On the way out the door Linda was in conversation with Jayne.

"I only put a small light on, candles are even better. Of course, that's why everyone in this cottage suffers from eye strain."

Linda sailed out of the cottage on a cloud of musical laughter.

When they had gone we reassembled in the living room, it was almost dark, only the slightest of afterglows was left on the horizon.

"Bonfire time," I announced, "and then maybe a skinny dip? It looks like it will be dark enough, just a few stars and no moon. If you want to, bring your towels, for after the fire."

There was a series of washroom breaks, and then Scott, Steve and I took a flashlight and headed for the beach. After we had the fire organized, I returned to the cottage to get some paper to help start it up. I also brought a garden pail and a shovel, to put out the fire when it was done. The girls were huddled around the dining room table, and were busy writing some sort of list.

"We'll be right there," Kathy said coyly, "we're just finishing a new game, for later."

"OK," I said, "but don't be too long."

When the girls finally joined us, everyone sat down on towels on the sand, while I started the fire. As we sat there watching it, and enjoying our drinks, we discussed the new crowd. Of course, there was lot's of speculation about virginity, and whether the proposed strip poker game would take place. It seemed that my opinion of Rick was shared mutually. Steve in particular was not impressed.

"What a jerk," he said, with some vehemence, "Debbie, did you see him trying to catch a look at your breasts underneath your blouse? I mean, c'mon; I like to look at partly naked girls as much as the next guy, maybe more, but he's ridiculous. He couldn't even be part of the conversation; he was so busy checking you and the other girls out. What does Joan see in him?"

"Beats me," I said, agreeing with him, "Joan is fairly savvy, I don't know why she's even with him. She's had lots of other boyfriends."

"The other couples are nice," Jayne said, "although that Ron is pretty quiet."

"I don't think Linda is quite as shy as she's letting on," Kathy noted, "Debbie, what did you think?"

"I agree, if they do play strip poker, she'll find a way to take her clothes off, quick like a bunny! She's just ready and waiting for this. I hate to admit this in front of a bunch of guys, but some girls like to fake being all shy and modest, but deep down they really want some action, and are prepared to go get it, in the right situation. Of course I was never like that myself!"

"Right," said Kathy sarcastically, "it was more than you could manage to flash your naked body at poor unsuspecting Steve that night. I noticed how terrified you were."

"I like that Erin," I said, changing the subject.

"So I saw," Jayne said, cutting me off with a smirk, "and you didn't notice her figure at all, I'm sure."

"No, no," I protested, "she reminds me of Kathy, because she's funny; but she can also be sincere."

"And I can't be," challenged Kathy, "Is that what you mean?"

"Wait, what I meant was, well, Kathy, ah ..." I implored, searching for words.

"It's alright," Kathy said, in a wounded tone, "Now I know what you really think of me."

"Now just a minute," I said, trying to extricate myself, "what I was trying to say ... "

"Deeper and deeper!" Debbie said, showing no mercy, and not letting me get another word in.

"Steve; Scott! " Jayne asked with a chuckle, "How long will it take you to dig a grave with that shovel? I think we might need one."

"Give it up man," Scott said, "You're done. Where should we dig Steve? Not too close to the water, I think."

"Maybe over here?" Steve replied, with a huge grin, pointing with the shovel.

The girls were practically rolling in the sand with mirth at my discomfort!

Having taken more than enough abuse, I stood up, stripped off my swim trunks and shirt, and ran down to the water, wading out far enough to dive in. I heard a few catcalls following me. It wasn't long before I heard splashing beside me. It was very dark; I could just make out the outline of a person right beside me; however, the way back to the shore was clearly marked by the embers of the now dying fire, and the lights of the cottage; up the small hill.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Kathy"

"I better apologize," I said sheepishly, "I never meant to imply that you didn't have a serious side to you. I hope you know that. In fact I've seen you show incredible tact on many occasions. It's just that your sense of humor is so sharp, that people sometimes miss that other part of your personality. And I don't need to tell you how beautiful you are. Erin may be nice, and fun; but she'd be the first to admit that she isn't close to your league in the looks department, or for that matter, compared to Jayne or Debbie as well."

"You're forgiven," she whispered to me.

She was right beside me in the shoulder depth water. And then without warning she put her arms around me, and started to kiss me with some urgency! I kissed her back for a bit, feeling her naked body touching mine under the water.

And then I broke it off, "Wait!" I whispered, "What about Scott, and Jayne? We shouldn't be doing this."

"Oh, don't worry about Scott, "she answered, speaking quietly into my ear, "He and I, and Debbie and Steve, agreed in the car coming up, that with everyone going away to different places for school, that we would all be free to be with other people. Scott and I have discussed this before, if we still want to be together by next summer, then we'll commit to that, and won't date anyone else. I talked it over with Jayne, and she agreed with our decision."

"But," I said quietly, feeling lousy, "I'm in love with your sister, and here I am kissing you. I'm a bigger jerk than Rick."

"No you're not," she said sincerely, "I started it; you just kissed me back a little. And anyway, Jayne knows I have the hots for you. And now you do too, if you hadn't figured it out already. Don't worry; she and I have talked about it plenty. And after you find out what we have planned for everyone for later, you'll think this is nothing!"

She, gave me another kiss, but a tiny one, and swam away.

As I half swam, half floated a little further, full of confused thoughts, I sensed another shadowy person nearby.

And then there were a familiar pair of arms around me, hugging me from behind.

"Are you out of the doghouse yet?" Jayne said, "I told Kathy to find you, and give you a chance to apologize. Did you?"

"Yes, I did," I said, "And then she kissed me, and I don't mean a little peck. I told her it was wrong for us to do that. I'm sorry."

"I see," Jayne whispered thoughtfully, "she's starting the new game a little early. Oh, well, don't worry about it. She's been after you all day long; it's not your fault, because you don't know what we have planned."

"She mentioned something about that," I whispered back in reply, "what's going on?"

"The other four are going to break up for the school year, so they can decide if they want to see other people. It's a sensible thing to do. If they still want to be couples after that much time apart, then it's serious."

"Now, you and I are different, we're in love, really in love, and I just know, deep down, even though you haven't asked me, that we are going to end up married. But I'm determined not to end up like my mother, being groped by someone else's middle-aged husband, while you do something to his wife, because both of us are curious what it would be like to have sex with another person. So tonight, I need you to promise me something."

"What?" I whispered, very puzzled.

"There's going to be a special game. Kathy and Debbie and I have agreed. And you Steve and Scott are all being asked to promise to do some things with any of the girls that you happen to be paired with. No complaining, no jealousy. Because this is the only group of people I trust enough to satisfy my curiosity. And I want you to have the opportunity to experience other girls, just this once. So years from now, when some sweet young thing at the office starts flirting with you, you won't give in too easily. Can you promise me to do as you're asked and not get jealous?"

"I guess so," I whispered, with a resigned tone of voice, "But it makes me a little sad. I don't mind so much you doing things with Scott and Steve. They're both very decent guys. If I wasn't around, I would want you to find someone like either of them. Someone who would treat you the way you deserve to be treated. But are you sure?"

"Very, I have been thinking about this ever since I had that talk with my mom. I am more certain about this than anything, except how much I love you. This isn't about us, it's about sex, and how things will be years from now. Please promise me, please!"

"Alright," I whispered, "I'll do whatever I'm asked. But try not to have too much fun with the other guys. Because the not being jealous part isn't going to be easy!"

"Oh," she laughed very quietly, "You'll be way to busy to be jealous, I hope. And Kathy might get her wish, which would be good for her, so she can get you off her mind once and for all. Because she can't have you, except tonight; you're taken, so there!" 

She moved around in front of me and we shared a very passionate, but loving kiss.

"Ready?" she said gently.

"Yes."

"Everyone," she called out loudly, "Time to come in. Besides I'm turning into a prune!"

I heard laughter coming through the darkness, and splashing.

We go out of the water and congregated around the remnants of the fire. You could just make out the various nude bodies as everyone dried off.

"I'll kill the fire if you guys get the rest of the stuff," I volunteered.

The rest of them picked up various items of clothing and drinks from the sand.

"I've got your stuff," Jayne said to me.

When they started to walk up towards the cottage I spread the remnants of the fire with the shovel, and poured several pails of water from the lake on it. When no further traces of hissing red coals could be seen, I heaped sand on the cooling embers; piling it up to a fair height to be sure they were extinguished. The beach was plunged into darkness, except for the small amount of light coming from the cottage. I used it to make my way back, a towel wrapped around my waist.

When I entered the cottage, I saw Steve and Scott in the kitchen, fixing drinks; while I heard the sound of hair dryers.

"I made you a drink," Scott said with a grin, "I think you'll need another one. I know I will. Jayne said to just put on your swim trunks. She put them there, on that chair."

I accepted the drink and went into the living room. I took off my towel and pulled on my swimsuit. Shortly, Steve and Scott joined me. Then we heard some thumping on the stairs, and Debbie and Kathy appeared before us, wearing their blouses, and from what we could see from the sides, where they weren't covered by their shirttails, their panties, and probably nothing else. At last Jayne appeared; wearing her beach cover up, which was semi-transparent, and left no doubt that she was naked except for a pair of panties underneath. Even though I had seen her nude many, many times, I gulped; God she was beautiful! She had a piece of paper and a butane lighter in her hand, and some short glasses with slips in them, and the egg timer from the kitchen.

"Scott, please light that," she commanded, giving him the lighter and pointing at a pillar candle on the coffee table, "Steve, would you mind turning off all the rest of the lights?"

When this was done, we all sat there, bathed in the light of the one candle. I could feel the excitement in the air, equal to that second strip poker game, which everyone but Steve participated in. But there was also something else, a tangible aura of sexual tension, unlike anything I'd ever experienced in a group setting.

"Now then," Jayne explained eagerly, "Here's how the game is going to work. There's no point in playing strip poker, we've all done that. So Debbie, Kathy and I have come up something new, like the dares part of the game, but mixing people around. On this paper is a list of increasingly sexy dares. We're going to roll this dice to see who goes first, and then sit in a circle in the correct order of play; boy, girl; boy, girl. Then each of us will pair up with someone chosen by chance, and do one of the dares from the list in front of the group; some with the candle burning, some in the dark. So Scott, keep that lighter where you can find it. As we move down the list, there will be new pairings, again by chance. And, finally, there is one special dare to finish with, which has different rules. I'll explain it when we get there. Everyone understand?"

"How do you choose who you do a dare with?" I asked.

"This is the guy glass," she said, setting one of them down at one end of the table, "and this is the girl glass," she added, setting the other one down, "You draw for your dare partner."

"But what if one person keeps getting drawn all the time?"

"We thought of that, so all of the dares will be done by everyone. So when one couple does one, then a new couple, selected by chance, does the same thing, and so on. The list isn't that long, but all of us will be in on the ... fun," she said with a suggestive look.

Just then we noticed a flashlight on the beach. The beam started to come up the hill towards the cottage.

"Who can that be?" I said.

Jayne got up and slipped out of the room into the hall towards the bedroom. Kathy and Debbie went into the kitchen and stood behind the serving counter, so their state of undress below the waist would not be visible from the door through the long open concept kitchen/dining area. Scott turned on a light just as we heard a knock on the glass; I went to answer. I could make out two figures behind the flashlight. It was Erin and Peter.

Erin, Peter, what are you doing here?" I asked as I opened the door.

"We were walking on the beach and we saw a flickering light, and the rest of the cottage was black. We were afraid that there might be a fire or something," Peter said, turning off the flashlight.

"Oh," I said, laughing a little, "We were just about to start a naughty little game the girls cooked up, and they insisted that it be played by candlelight."

I looked at Erin, now that I could see their faces; she seemed to be close to tears.

"What's wrong Erin?" I continued, "Why don't both of you come inside for a minute?"

Scott and Steve had come over to join us, so the five of us were standing at the door. Debbie and Kathy were leaning with their elbows on the serving counter, listening. Erin and Peter came inside, and I closed the door.

"Well ..." Peter started; but just then, Jayne came through the living room arch.

Of course Peter was immediately distracted by the sight of her in the cover up. To say she looked fetching would be a huge understatement. Traffic stopping would be a better description!

"Jayne," Erin exclaimed, her troubles momentarily forgotten, "Do you know you can see right through that?"

"Yes," she replied, in a matter of fact way, "It's a bit late for false modesty with this crowd; after strip poker games, and topless sunbathing, and skinny dipping. Anyway, who cares? I'm sure Peter has seen a woman's breasts before; and mine aren't much compared to yours."

As he stared at the blonde vision before him, the intent look on Peter's face belied that this was in any way usual for him, no matter what Jayne thought! Erin noticed his obvious interest. Hell; you couldn't miss it!

"Peter," she said sharply, "Stop staring! Sorry Jayne. I'm afraid my boyfriend lacks a little experience; in fact he lacks a lot of experience, in the female nudity department."

Peter started to blush, and tried to say something, but apparently couldn't get any words out!

"Don't worry, Erin," Jayne said, lightly, "I know from earlier that Peter's a pretty sensitive guy; so it doesn't bother me if he gets to see a few things."

Peter was still blushing, but looked flattered. Even Erin looked a little pleased.

Then Jayne added with a serious edge to her voice, "Now if it had been Rick here tonight instead of Peter, no way I'd let him see me like this; he's no gentleman; in fact he's disgusting!"




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 04



"That's mostly why we're here," Erin said, changing the subject, "You see ..."

"C'mon into the living room," Jayne said, interrupting her, "Steve or Scott, would either of you mind getting them a drink?"

Steve waved Scott off, and after asking them what they wanted, went into the kitchen. Debbie and Kathy joined us in the living room. Peter was transfixed, with so many partly disrobed young women around. The poor guy was trying very hard to look like everything was normal, but how could he; it was hopeless!

"So what happened?" Jayne asked, acting like the mother hen.

"We had dinner," Erin said, "and started the strip poker game; the way you play. Everything was going fine, and it was pretty exciting, even though Rick was pretty drunk; although to be fair, all the rest of us had plenty to drink as well. So we arrived at a serious stage," she explained with wide eyes, "Joan, Peter, Linda, Rick and I only had underpants left; while Ron still had his shorts. Then Linda lost, and Joan picked Rick, because I think she was really teed off with him because of all the drinking. I don't know why he went first, but he did. And he could hardly stand up, but he managed to strip off and sit back down. Joan was really razzing him, and not in a nice way. Then Linda stripped completely; she's incredibly attractive, I'm very jealous, I wish I looked like that; but no matter. When Linda sat down, Rick reached over and tried to put his hand between her legs."

"Linda tried to get away from him, and then Ron went crazy," Peter said in a firm voice, picking up the story, "just like I would have." he added, looking at Erin, "We had already agreed that it was partners only! And then Ron hit him with his fist, in the face, and down he went; and there was blood everywhere. While he lay there, bleeding like a stuck pig, Ron and Linda got into an argument, because she was angry at Ron for hitting him; and Joan and I tried to fix his nose. I bet it's broken. Finally, the three of us got Rick up enough to get him into a bedroom. And we put tissue in his nose to try to stop the bleeding. And then he just passed out, probably from all the alcohol."

"Anyway," Erin said, taking over from him, "Joan told Ron and Linda in no uncertain terms to stop arguing. So Linda took him into the bedroom I'm sharing with her, and closed the door, and you could hear that they were still discussing the situation, and then suddenly things got quiet."

"So," Peter said, "we were sitting there half naked by ourselves, except that every few minutes Joan would leave her room to check on Rick. Then Ron came out for a minute, just wrapped in a towel, and went into the bedroom he and I were using. When he was done, he had something in his hand, and Erin and I just looked at each other, we knew what he was after. And then he said to us: 'Erin, you'll have to sleep with Peter, sorry.' And I just didn't know what to say to her; it didn't seem right, to make her sleep with me because of the others, like an ultimatum ... So finally I suggested we should go for a walk, so we could talk about it. We put on our clothes, got the flashlight, went down to the beach, and started to discuss ... you know ... things; and then we saw your candle."

"So you just didn't try to use the situation to take advantage of her, like most guys," Jayne said, clearly impressed, "Erin, don't give this one up; they're not so easy to find!"

Peter looked at her gratefully! Erin was looking at him with soft eyes.

"Firstly," Jayne said, suddenly all business, "one or both of you can both sleep here for tonight if you like. We've got lots of room, there's another bedroom plus the den has a pull-out couch."

"Secondly, we were about to play a game. But it's not very tame; so maybe you two want to just go for another walk, or make a fire and sit on the beach until we're done. It will probably take at least an hour."

"Why can't we play too?" Erin asked, "We were doing OK at strip poker until Rick acted like a jerk. I took my bra off in front of everybody, and it wasn't that hard. I think I can completely strip without losing my nerve."

"Tell you what," Jayne replied, "Why don't you two come with me, and I'll explain? Then you can decide if you want to play."

Jayne took them aside to a corner and went through the new game. I watched their expressions. Erin at first looked surprised, and a little stunned; but then I saw an excited glint in her eyes. Peter also started by appearing quite taken aback, but as he exchanged glances with Erin, and looked around at the other scantily clad girls in the room, I sensed that the temptation to play was getting very strong. When Jayne had finished, she tactfully left them alone and came over to where Kathy, Debbie and I were sitting. Steve and Scott were in the kitchen working on drink refills for everyone.

"If they're in," she said, "I'll make sure they end up together. But otherwise, I've put it to them bluntly, no special treatment."

I knew from past experience how Jayne could make the consequences of playing real strip poker very clear to novices. Very clear, like how you might possibly notice that you were being run over by a freight train!

Peter and Erin finished their discussion. They turned to the rest of us, holding hands.

"We want to play," Erin said, "and Jayne made sure we understood what will happen. And we won't chicken out or do anything stupid to spoil your game. And just so you know, but you probably figured it out anyway, we're both virgins, so this will be a pretty wild for us."

"Did Jayne sugarcoat things for you, like she usually does with rookies?" Kathy said sarcastically.

"Oh yes!" Peter exclaimed, starting to laugh, "She really babied us. I haven't the faintest idea of what will happen once the game starts!"

There were some broad grins around the room. Jayne asked Debbie to make some extra slips of paper for the glasses. When Debbie returned, she added them to the ones already there.

"Lights out," Jayne ordered, "Let's get going."

At her direction we rolled the dice and organized ourselves. Erin was first among the girls, followed by Kathy, Debbie and finally Jayne. Scott was the lead guy, then me, Peter and Steve. Jayne directed Erin to the first spot in the circle followed by Scott, Kathy, me and the rest of them in descending order. Steve put out the lights so we were left in the glow of the candle.

"Now then," Jayne directed, "Scott and Erin roll to see who starts this round."

Erin won the roll off. While she was clearly excited, I noticed the slightest look of concern on her face. With no experience in a game of this kind, I decided to myself, saying you are going to play, and actually playing, aren't quite the same! I hoped the first dare, for her sake, wouldn't be too over the top.

"First task," Jayne declared, "select someone to take all your clothes off, and that person can't use their hands, nor can you; but they can ask you to move in a certain way to help them."

Debbie and Kathy were giggling. Of course, they knew what was on the list!

Jayne passed the guy glass to Erin. She pulled out a slip. Then she turned to me with a nervous smile.

"I guess it's you and I," she said.

"Go over there where you have more room," Jayne suggested.

Erin and I moved into the open space. I looked her over. She had on her navy shorts, and the white top that buttoned at the neck she had been wearing earlier. The top was tucked in at the waist. I decided to start with the shorts.

"I think I can mostly do this with my teeth," I said, trying to sound reassuring.

"OK," she replied, surprisingly calm, "Just tell me what you need me to do."

I knelt down in front of her.

"No, no," Scott exclaimed, "You take her clothes off first, then you lick her pussy. It works a lot better that way. Don't you know anything?"

Gales of laughter engulfed the room, even Erin and I joined in. The atmosphere was transformed.

"Nice language!" Kathy said, giving him a playful slap while trying to suppress her laughter, "and Jayne complains about me."

Scott just grinned back at her.

"Turn sideways," Debbie asked, with a giggle, "we want to see how he does this."

We did as she requested.

"Ready, I asked her.

"Go ahead."

Fortunately, her shorts had a flap at the waist that was held by one of those flat metal hook and eye closures. After several tries I was able to pull the flap away from the waistband of the shorts with my teeth far enough to release it, so I could fold over the top of the fly front and get at the top of the zipper.

"Spread you legs apart, "I requested, "so the shorts don't fall down yet."

"Gee Scott," Steve said, smirking, "when I ask a girl to spread her legs apart, it isn't because I want to keep her clothes on. On the contrary! What's with this guy?"

There was more laughter as I grimaced at Steve. Steve and Scott reached across the circle to exchange a high five. Debbie gave Steve a little shove and then stuck her tongue out at him.

Erin spread her legs apart putting some tension on the shorts, making it easy to pull the zipper down with my teeth. I had her stand straight up again and the shorts fell down to her ankles.

"Step out of them, please." I asked, which she did, kicking them aside.

She was wearing a pair of fairly low cut white cotton panties with a pattern of little blue flowers on them. I tried to ignore the swelling of her mound, so near to me as I knelt in front of her; and the few wisps of brown hair that had escaped from underneath the panties; and stick to business. I stood up.

"Next the top," I said, "I'll try not to pull any of the buttons off."

"Don't worry," she replied, "Just do what you have to."

I pulled the placket of the top away, and the buttons came undone without difficulty.

"Would you kneel down and put your arms straight up, please," I requested, knowing that Scott or Steve would take full advantage of this situation for some further hilarity at our expense.

"Well, well ..." Scott started in.

"Don't even go there," Kathy said sternly, cutting him off, "That's a lovely young lady down there; not cannon fodder for your dirty little remarks. And that goes for you too, Steve!"

"What!" Steve protested in an innocent tone, "I didn't say anything."

"She's very suspicious of us Steve," Scott said, with a large grin, "I was just going to complement them on how well they are managing."

"Right!" Kathy said sarcastically, while the others laughed.

I turned back to the task at hand. I leaned over and took one sleeve in my teeth, and pulled it up her arm until she could pull her hand through it. I repeated this with the other arm, and then moved around to her back and took a firm grip on the collar, pulling it over her head and standing erect until the top was off. I tossed it aside with a turn of my head.

As Erin knelt there in just her bra, I could see that she was very well endowed, much more so than either Debbie or Kathy. I asked her to stand up, which she did. I used my teeth to pull the straps of the bra off her shoulders. Without any prompting, she managed to slip her arms through them. I went around behind her, and started working on the hooks and eyes, which I was soon able to release because of the stretchy fabric. But the bra remained in place. I had her turn to face me.

"Sorry," I mouthed.

"Don't be," she whispered.

I used my teeth to grip the center of the bra, and pulled it away from her chest, letting the bra fall to the floor. Everyone was staring, admiring her magnificent mounds and warm brownish areola and nipples. Erin smiled, knowing full well what affect they were having!

"Pretty good, eh," she said proudly to us.

Steve and Scott made appreciative noises.

"Why didn't I get ones like that," Jayne complained.

"They're great right now," Erin answered seriously, "but wait till we're around forty, and they start to sag; then you might be happier with what you've got."

"I could live with the problem," Jayne said, a little bitterly, "I doubt if they make any padded bras in your size."

"Maybe so," Erin admitted, "but I would trade these in an instant for your looks."

"Well, we got what we got, good or bad," Jayne added thoughtfully, "But we better move on, are you alright with what's next?"

"I think so, but I'll be a little nervous going first. Is that OK?"

"Of course, who wouldn't be in your situation," Jayne answered, with some sympathy.

"Take off her panties," she commanded, looking at me, "and try to be a gentleman about it!"

I knelt down in front of Erin, and started to work her panties off, by pulling the elastic waist downwards on each side of her hips, as gently as I could, taking care that I didn't embarrass her by bringing my mouth close to her sex. A couple of strong tugs on each side had them down to her crotch. From my vantage point, I could see the beginnings of some fleshy plump inner lips nestled under her luxuriant brown pussy hair, and smell the intoxicating odor of her womanhood. I had gotten the panties far enough down, but they wouldn't fall by themselves, because she was holding her legs together. So I asked her to spread her legs a bit. When she did that, gravity took over and did the rest.

The rest of the group gave us a round of applause, while Jayne told Erin to sit down. When she was back in her place in the circle, she looked a little flushed, but not overly upset or embarrassed, considering. I was surprised that, even though she was sitting modestly, and not much of her pussy was showing; she didn't try to cover anything. But she did take a long swig from her drink!

"Scott," announced Jayne, "You're next!"

Scott reached into the girl glass with a grin.

"Kathy," he read from his slip.

There were several groans of disappointment.

"C'mon over here smarty pants," Kathy demanded, standing up and moving to the open space Erin and I had just vacated.

Scott complied and Kathy knelt beside him, trying to pull his swimsuit down from the sides. But she couldn't.

"There's a drawstring," he offered helpfully.

Kathy moved into position in front of him, and started working away with her mouth at his waistband, trying to find the bow and undo it. She didn't appear to be having much success, but the picture of her efforts made for some lascivious viewing!

"It's terrible when girls don't get what they want," Scott deadpanned, with a wink. He surely knew full well what the scene looked like.

"They just get desperate. Happens to me all the time, that's why I hardly ever get any regular sex. I just don't have any ... ah ... energy left."

There were some snorts and giggles at this remark. Kathy had stopped her efforts for the moment.

"When I get these off you," she said with exasperation, "I'm going to use my teeth on something else, and then we'll see who's desperate!"

This threat was met with some guffaws. Kathy resumed her efforts, and must have been finally rewarded, because she was now able to pull the swimsuit waistband forward and down. She quickly moved from side to side, pulling it down, the mesh lining left partly behind, until she had it at his knees, and then his ankles.

"Look how tiny it is girls," Kathy teased, "If I bite any of it off, there'll be nothing left!"

Scott tried to give her a swat on the behind, but he was too slow. By the time he stepped out of the suit, and pushed it aside, Kathy was seated. I noticed Erin taking a look at him. A good look! Scot noticed it too, but he tactfully turned his attention elsewhere.

"Methinks the lady is not too truthful," he said gravely, "because she told me something quite different about it, just the other night. Shall I tell them what you said?" he said to her, testing.

"Don't you dare," Kathy exclaimed, glaring at him, "that's private!"

"OK, then truce?"

"OK, truce. No more size jokes."

"But I need a kiss to seal the contract," he said, smiling at her.

You didn't get the upper hand on Kathy very often, but Scott seemed to have.

"Oh, very well," she sighed.

Scott turned to Erin, who was on his left, and gave her a wink. Before he knew what had happened, Kathy bent down, grabbed his penis, and gave it a kiss.

"There's your kiss," she said, taunting him a little, "A bargain is a bargain!"

While the rest of us laughed, Scott just raised his arms, palms up, and looked at the sky. But he was half laughing.

"Enough you two," Jayne lectured, "Kathy, it's your turn."

Kathy picked from the guy glass, and read out Peter's name. Peter looked embarrassed, but also excited!

He and Kathy went to the performance area, and then, after a brief conversation between them, Peter started to try to undo the buttons on her blouse with his mouth. And he wasn't having much success!

"Gee, Erin," Kathy said teasingly, as he struggled with the one nearest her neck, "What would Peter's mommy think if she saw her precious babykins doing this; trying to get a naughty little vixen like me completely naked. Imagine? Didn't she teach him about girls like me?"

"I don't know," Erin replied, joining in her fun, "she's kinda prim and proper. Maybe she didn't tell him about ... you know ... that kind of girl!"

"Oh, I'm sure she didn't. But perhaps she warned him about playing with himself; you know, going blind and all," Kathy giggled.

Peter started to laugh, along with the rest of us, which wasn't helping him accomplish his objective.

"I suppose so," Erin said, trying to suppress her own giggles, "so I guess she wouldn't mind if he got all excited about a real girl. But nice girls, not like me and you, but like the ones she wants him to marry; surely they don't ever, ever take all their clothes off. Even on their wedding night; do they?"

"I'm sure they don't. They just lie there and: 'Think of England', as the saying goes."

"But suppose," Kathy continued, "just hypothetically of course ... that a girl with nice big tits and a hot pussy, like you for example, were lying beside him all naked and passionate and everything. Do you suppose he'd forget all about the type of girl his mommy wants him to marry; and try to poke his big hard thing into her?"

"Oh, don't say such a thing. I'm surprised at you!" Erin replied, trying to sound shocked. Then she said slyly, "Well ... I suppose he might do something like that. But then he'd be extra, extra sorry later ... you know, for letting his mommy down."

"But what if he enjoyed himself, and she was all hot and bothered," Kathy suggested, wickedly, "and she made him do it again, and again and again. Oh, dear, I can't even think of it; it's so horrible!"

The two girls dissolved into laughter at their own fun. Peter, finally; had triumphantly managed to get the first button undone, and was grinning. He immediately went to work on the next one. It wasn't long until he had the blouse open, once he figured out the technique. He pulled the blouse off each of her shoulders, and she let it fall from her arms to the floor. Peter stopped for a moment to take in her breasts. Not as big as Erin's, but very attractive nonetheless!

"You're not done yet," Jayne ordered, "get her panties off."

Peter didn't need to be told twice! He knelt down and began to work them off with his teeth. As he lowered them, we were presented with Kathy's smooth hairless lower belly, and then, as he pulled them further down, the generous and lush curling folds of her provocative, and substantial, inner lips, framed by the silky smooth rise of her bare outer ones. In her shaven state, the exposed details of her sex were very arresting! Peter stopped his efforts and just stared; which was exactly what everyone else was doing! Debbie let out a little gasp.

"You didn't tell me you went that far, Kathy," she said with wide eyes.

"Well," Kathy said, with a little smirk, "once I got started, you know, because of the bikini; I just decided to go on until it was all done."




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 05



THE PROPER RULES FOR STRIP POKER: THE EPILOGUE (CONTINUED

Author's Note: For new readers, this story is a continuation of my "Proper Rules" series; and in particular the last installment, which was very long, but nevertheless left some important loose ends. So I have continued the adventures of our intrepid strip poker players, and moved the story along in time in order to tidy up a bit. As with all of the stories, reading the earlier chapters will help with character development, and certain nuances of the plot; but if a reader doesn't care to do that, I try to write each one so it can be enjoyed as a standalone piece. For those readers who have read my earlier efforts, and to avoid constant repetition, the narrator and his girlfriend are going into second year at university and 20, while all of the other principal characters have graduated from high school and are either 19, or 18 and will turn 19 shortly. The Proper Rules for Strip Poker are alluded to in this story, but not repeated. For those of you anxious to try a strip poker game with friends, significant others, members of your college dorm, or just other couples who are looking for some excitement, each of the first four stories has all of the correct rules laid out as part of the dialogue. If you are planning a large game, check out story three, it has an important variation of the rules to keep things moving along!



Something was pulling me out of a very pleasant dream! It was my body clock, conditioned to get me up for school and work, day after day; and therefore to wake me just after 7 o'clock. I groaned and stretched and opened my eyes, and then smiled to myself, I didn't have to go anywhere; I was at the cottage and on vacation! A merciless Monday morning sun was streaming into the bedroom, determined to waken me; so I rolled over, so my back was to the windows. Take that, stupid sun!

Just as I was about to close my eyes, my attention was arrested by a curtain of red hair, and then I remembered; my girlfriend and lover, Jayne, had given Debbie and I permission to spend the night together, and we had; with delightful consequences! My movements must have disturbed Debbie; because, without waking, she rolled her petite frame over until she was facing me, letting the single sheet fall to her waist and giving me a wonderful view of her exquisite breasts, easily the best, most natural, and perfectly formed, that I would ever have the good fortune to see! As I looked at them, I smiled inwardly, what was it about them? They weren't nearly as large as Erin's, just a nice medium size. Jayne's sister Kathy had ones that were almost the same in proportion to her body, and very fetching as well, although she was a few inches taller than Debbie. No, it was something else; some hint of fullness, beneath the areola and long pinkish brown nipples, that made them seem so enticing, and so ready to be touched and played with. And I had certainly done plenty of that, I recalled, almost blushing to myself, last night!

As I studied this most perplexing, but enchanting, problem, I had a sense that some one was watching me. I looked up from Debbie's breasts and saw that her lovely green eyes were open, and she was smiling at me with amusement.

"Morning," she said cheerfully.

"Morning," I answered, "I was just ... ah ... well ..."

"You were just checking out my tits, weren't you?" she giggled, "Didn't you get a close enough inspection last night? You certainly spent enough time with them. Goodness!"

"Well ..." I stammered; and then inspiration hit, "I thought I might never get to see them again, and you know how beautiful I think they are, so I wanted to be sure I remember them."

"Hah, nice try," she teased with a slightly sarcastic tone, "but I think that Jayne and Kathy have you and Scott pegged, you're both sex addicts! How are you two going to survive if you only have one naked girl to look at, instead of two or three, or even four? To say nothing of what you naughty boys have been up to with those naked girls recently. This is quite the nice little situation you've had going all this weekend, don't you think?"

Two nights ago, on Saturday, the girls had organized a partner swapping game that resulted in my Jayne sleeping with Steve, Debbie's boyfriend, while Kathy and I had a very exciting and satisfying time fulfilling our mutual attraction to each other, even though it is purely at a sexual level. Debbie and Scott, Kathy's boyfriend, also ended up in bed together, which must have been interesting, because at one time Debbie had quite a crush on Scott. And before that, earlier in the evening, Debbie and I had a little unplanned quickie during a portion of the swapping game when the lights were out.

However, as I discovered Sunday morning, Steve's primitive lovemaking skills didn't exactly overwhelm Jayne, who, even though she and I are deeply in love, and likely headed for a permanent relationship, wanted both of us to get some other experience. To assuage her disappointment, and her curiosity about having a positive sexual encounter with another person, Jayne traded Kathy three IOU's. In return, Kathy got Scott to agree to sleep with Jayne, and more importantly, to give her a memorable night. Kathy, who knows how to drive a hard bargain, has the three IOU's in her possession, and each one requires me to have sex with her, on demand! There is one for each month between now and Christmas, when Scott gets home from university.

"Well you girls started it," I protested, "It wasn't our idea to change partners. And last night, I was quite prepared to sleep by myself," I added mournfully, "all alone, in the dark, without a single beautiful girl to keep me company!"

"Oh dear," Debbie said, feigning sympathy, "poor baby, all by yourself, and no girlfriend. So you just had to drown your sorrows by screwing that little red head; how sad!"

It was instructive to notice how much Debbie's language had changed since those first few strip poker games, when a word like "pussy" got a reaction out of her!

"I guess," she added, with a twinkle in her eye, "your girlfriend would have been too racked with guilt to enjoy herself, knowing you were all alone, so she decided to get you a girl. But where do you get a girl like that, you know ... basically a slut ... and on short notice? Lucky for her I was around. You know I'm normally pretty selective, where guys are concerned, however, anything for a friend!"

"And I noticed how you hated every minute of it," I said teasing, "What was that odd thing that happened a few times ... you know, where you get all tense, and make little noises, and that ... uh ... place that you have between your legs does some stuff; can you explain it, I'm confused?"

I knew I was on pretty safe ground, teasing her about having a climax, because she had confessed to Jayne, Kathy and I that prior to this weekend, she had never had a proper one during sex with Steve. And when she had a decent orgasm with me during the partner swapping game, and from what I deduced, later on the same night with Scott, she was both happy and relieved.

"Liar," she retorted, poking me in the ribs, "you know exactly what happened to me, and you also know damn well your girlfriend has just about set the world record for the loudest orgasm, just the other night! So don't play the innocent with me."

I recalled the semi-drunken session of vigorous love-making on Friday night, when I had put Jayne on a stack of pillows, and taken her from behind, and she had come as strongly as I had ever felt. But a world record, even though I was in no position to judge, hardly!

"That's why I try to go as fast as possible when I have sex with a girl," I protested, pretending to be serious, "so nothing embarrassing occurs. But, unfortunately, accidents happen."

"Well," she giggled, joining in my fun, "if you would stop kissing the pussy of every girl you jump into bed with, things might improve and you won't have to put up with girls coming all the time."

"But that's the best part," I exclaimed, pulling the sheet off her, "here, let me show you!"

"I need to go to the bathroom first," she said, rolling out of the bed and standing up.

I admired her as she crossed the room in front of me, all five or so delicious feet of her, with her wonderful breasts and tiny pink pussy lips not at all hidden by the wisps of sparse red hair on her mound. Yum! Debbie isn't a classic beauty, but is very lovely with just the slightest trace of freckles in her complexion, and of course her stunning and perfectly proportioned figure doesn't hurt either!

When Debbie came back to bed, giving me a very suggestive look as she pulled the sheet over her, I decided that using the bathroom might not be a bad idea for me as well. So I got up and went inside to relieve myself, and to brush my teeth, and use some mouthwash to get rid of the effects of the last night's drinks.

When I got back into bed, I turned on my side and started to pull the sheet off Debbie, so I could get my mouth more closely acquainted with her body.

"No", she whispered, holding onto the sheet, "Just touch me, and then when I'm ready, put it inside me."

OK, I nodded, a little disappointed, because I enjoyed giving a girl an orgasm by playing with her pussy with my tongue and fingers; and it also made me feel better, knowing that if she didn't have one later, at least I didn't cheat her! But who was I to argue, so I kissed her, as we locked in a passionate embrace; and then I began to softly stroke her luscious breasts under the sheet, squeezing them slightly, and then gently pinching the stiffening nipples as she sighed with pleasure. After a while, I took my right hand, and let my fingers trace their way over her stomach and mound until I located the top of her slit. Very, very carefully, I caressed the beginning of her inner lips, just barely allowing a finger to part them ever so little, as I moved it back and forth. I could feel her breathing deepen as she broke off our kiss, and she started to wriggle her hips just a little. I let my finger trace the outline of her sensitive folds, and then slid it slowly into her wet vagina, making her moan. I removed my finger, and explored between her tiny lips until I located her clitoris. I worked all around it, occasionally slipping one; and then two fingers back inside her. I could feel the tension building in her body.

"Now," she panted, "please!"

I positioned myself on top of her, adjusting the sheet that had wrapped around us, and then I used my hand to rub my erection up and down her wet slit, finally allowing it to gradually enter her vagina. As good and hot and wet as she felt, I knew I was going to be able to hold out for a while, after three straight nights of lovemaking. I moved in and out of her very slowly, after each withdrawal allowing my penis to wander up between her inner lips, and then down again to wait at the entrance of her vagina, before plunging it back into her, which gave me such a satisfying feeling! After I had plowed her tiny furrow with my rock hard member a few times, she got impatient, and put her hands on my buttocks, pulling me strongly into her; and then she began to move her hips in time with me, while she made little noises under her breath as her passion increased. As I got more and more seriously aroused, I picked up the pace of my strokes, gritting my teeth with the pleasure she was giving me, and breathing heavily.

"God you feel so good," I whispered to her, getting close to the end.

She started writhing around beneath me, with her head tilted back and her eyes closed, urgently seeking release. The movement of her hips was driving me crazy with lust. With a grunt, I pushed into her as far as I could, and nature did the rest, as I felt waves of pleasure each time I released my white hot seed into her, while her vagina contracted around my erection as she had her own orgasm, accompanied by little whimpering cries.

After a while, she brought her arms up and put them around my neck, pulling my head into the pillow beside her. I lay there, eyes closed, and felt her warmth, and steady breathing, as we both relaxed.

"That was quite a show," I heard Jayne's voice say, as my eyes flew open.

"Jayne!" Debbie exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

I quickly removed my limp penis from Debbie and got off her, rolling over in the bed and seeing my completely naked Jayne, with her shoulder length blonde hair and incredible blue eyes, holding her clothes in one hand, standing there. I looked at Debbie, who had turned a bright shade of pink!

"Sorry," Jayne said, now giggling, "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, I came in just at the end. I guess you two were too busy to notice."

"Actually," Jayne said in a more serious tone, "I've never seen two people making love for real before, it was kinda exciting. Did something nice happen for you Debbie, or was that just my imagination?"

Debbie was now sitting up in the bed, still blushing. The sheet was around her waist, and I was once again enjoying the view, naked Jayne and half-naked Debbie!

"Yes," Debbie said shyly, "and it was pretty nice. I'm sorry, Jayne, I just wanted to see if it could happen again."

"Well good," Jayne said cheerfully, "so now all you need is to find out whether Kathy got Steve up to speed on how to please a woman. But don't be sorry, Debbie, I'm not angry, after all I told you to take care of him, although I think maybe it was more like he took care of you!"

Debbie started to grin and nodded her head a couple of times.

"So how did things go with Scott?" Debbie asked.

"Great!" Jayne said, smiling, and sitting on the bed beside me, "He is a very affectionate and considerate lover. Kathy is lucky to have found someone like him to be her first. He takes his time and really tries to make his partner respond. Not that he needed to do that much," she continued, with a small giggle, "because the little tart he was with last night went off like a skyrocket right after he started playing with her pussy!"

I felt half jealous, half vindicated. I just knew that Scott would be able to satisfy her desire for a different sexual experience than what we shared. Hopefully he wasn't too, too much better than me!

"And after that we did it twice," Jayne said happily, "and the second time I had a really good one. But don't worry," she said, leaning over to give me a little kiss, "not as powerful as you and I Friday night, that was the all time best!"

That piece of information made me feel somewhat better.

"And guess what just happened out at the back door, just now?" Jayne said, starting to laugh.

"What?" Debbie and I said, almost in unison.

"I came downstairs," she recounted, laughing even more, "and went into the kitchen to get some juice. After I finished it, I started to head down the hall when I remembered I left my clothes on the counter, so I went back. When I passed the back door, there was the paper boy, passing through the yard, and of course he got to see everything!"

The back door has a wooden frame, but the entire center section from top to bottom is a sheet of thermopane glass.

"Oh, oh!" Debbie exclaimed, "How old was he?"

"He can't be very old, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and he's kinda cute, so I'm sure he's going to break some hearts in the near future," Jayne answered, "Of course I wasn't expecting anyone there so early in the morning, so it was just an accident. Anyway I went into the kitchen and grabbed my clothes, and then I didn't know what to do, so I waited for a bit. Finally I decided he'd be gone, so I thought it would be safe to leave. But as soon as I came through the arch, there he was, standing in the yard, staring at me through the door, like a statue. Of course I was holding my clothes in front of me, so he couldn't see so much this time, just my breasts."

"What did you do?" Debbie asked, grinning.

"Something naughty," Jayne grinned back at her, "I turned to face the door, lowered the clothes so he could see my pussy, and then I blew him a kiss with my hand, and waved goodbye to him as I left."

"Jayne!" Debbie admonished, laughing, "You're a terrible tease. What will that poor boy think?"

"Oh, I can tell you what he'll be thinking," I said, joining their laughter, "Something along the lines of: 'There is a God'."

"And you can be sure of another thing," I added, "That blonde vision he saw this morning will be featured in every male fantasy he has from here on in! I wonder if he'll tell his buddies; and if they'll even believe him?"

"Any sign of Steve and Kathy?" Debbie asked, still chuckling.

"Everything was quiet," Jayne replied, "when I went past their door on my way down here. And Scott's in dreamland as well," she continued laughing, "maybe I wore him out."

"I think all these guys are going to be little tired," Debbie giggled, "because they've had a very busy weekend."

"Yes indeed," Jayne added with some sarcasm, "they're own little harem, and haven't they been taking full advantage of it!"

"I was only doing what I was told," I said, trying for some dignity, "and now ladies, I think I'll grab a shower, unless one of you wants to go first."

"Go ahead," Jayne laughed, "I want to talk to Debbie for minute anyway."

I got up from the bed, enduring a couple of smart remarks from the girls about the quality of my posterior. I opened the bureau and found some underwear and shorts, and then went into the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear them talking through the door as I rummaged around for a clean towel.

"On the pillows, from behind, like you described from the other night."

That was Debbie's voice.

"Did you like it?"

"You feel very vulnerable and exposed and helpless, but it's exciting at the same time!"

"I know."

"And guess what? He put his baby finger in the other place, about half way."

"Ohmigod! He's never done that to me. What did it feel like?"

"It was strange, but not terrible; and I really reacted, especially when he first started to put it inside. I couldn't believe my own body; it makes me blush to think about it! He told me later on that he tried that with Kathy the previous night, but only inside a tiny bit, and she seemed to like it as well. I thought I would never, ever allow anyone to do that to me, but he didn't even ask me, he was doing it before I could stop him, and it turned me on even more. When I had an orgasm a little later, it was amazing!"

At this point I turned the water on, which drowned out their conversation, which, I scolded myself, I shouldn't have been listening to anyway!

When I finished in the shower, and had dried myself off, I ran some water in the sink and started to shave. I heard the door open behind me and Jayne entered the room, still naked.

"May I?" she asked.

"Come ahead," I answered, "I'll be done shortly. Use the shower if you want."

She came up behind me and put her arms around my waist, as I continued to shave, and hugged me from behind. Then she released me, leaving me with a little kiss on the nape of my neck. I was somewhat startled when she then sat down on the toilet to pee. She looked up at me with a sly little smile; obviously, I thought, through my surprise, our physical relationship had reached a different comfort level!

I tried to be a gentleman, so I concentrated on my face in the mirror, making sure I got a good close shave. When I heard the toilet flush, I glanced in her direction.

"See," I said, rubbing my cheeks, and smirking, "kissing soft, just for you! Can I get you a towel?"

"Yes, please," she answered, turning on the shower.

I opened the linen closet and retrieved a fresh bath towel. I put the toilet seat down and placed it there for her. Jayne was already in the shower, and rinsing her hair; streams of water flowed down her lovely body. I couldn't help but notice through the glass door the small cascade that was running from the modest patch of straw colored pussy hair.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 05



"I'm going to strip and change the bed," I said, "so we can start the laundry. Throw me that towel, when you're done with it, and I'll add it to the load."

Jayne nodded to me through the glass, and I left the bathroom to start the clean up chores. A short while later, we all collected in the dining room to have a final breakfast, while we waited for the laundry, and finished tidying up the cottage. I explained to the others that there would be people up for Labor Day weekend, so we didn't need to clean out the fridge. Steve, who was clearly in a more positive frame of mind than on the previous day, offered to vacuum the floors.

"Just give them a 'once over'," I suggested, showing him where the vacuum was, "There is a cleaning lady, but I don't know when she comes in. So let's leave the place halfway decent."

While I supervised the laundry, and Steve did the floors, and the girls straightened up the kitchen. Scott put all of the empties, and there were quite a few, into the cars! When I got the last batch of bedding and towels going in the washer, and loaded and set the dryer, I went along the hall and into the kitchen to see if there was anything more to do. I quickly ascertained that my presence was not welcome, as a conversation that I couldn't pick up because of the noise of the vacuum came to an abrupt halt.

"I'll just check up down at the beach," I said, diplomatically, seeking a graceful exit.

"Good idea," Jayne said, giving me a meaningful look.

By the time I got back to the cottage, after I had finished folding up the beach chairs, and stacking them under the deck, there was luggage in the back hall. I went to our bedroom to finish my packing, and then carried my small bag, and Jayne's suitcase, outside, and put them in the trunk. Scott was pretty much done with their car, and Kathy, Steve and Debbie came out of the door to leave, with Jayne following right behind them.

After a virtual blizzard of hugs and kisses, we waved the other four on their way. I took Jayne's hand and we went back inside. The door had barely closed before she was smothering me with a very intense kiss!

"Careful," I said, when we came up for air, "the paper boy might see us."

"Well," she said sincerely, "if he grows up to be as nice and thoughtful as you, he might get to do more than just look at a girl like me."

"If he ends up with someone even half as beautiful as you are, he'll have done very well for himself."

We shared another passionate kiss, and then broke apart.

"Let's get going," Jayne said, "we promised my father that we would return the car no later than 2, so my mother can use it, and it's almost 11 now."

It was a 2 ½ hour drive back to the city.

"We'll be OK," I said, "I just need to check that all the doors and windows are closed and locked, would you mind helping?"

We made a thorough tour of the cottage, securing several open windows. I checked the front door, and we left, after closing and locking the back door behind us, and hiding the key.

"So what's the latest gossip," I asked, as we drove away, "and please don't leave out any of the juicy stuff?"

"Gossip, what gossip?" Jayne said to me innocently.

"You know what I mean," I said, trying to coax her, "Kathy and Steve."

"Oh, you think there is sex gossip," she said, smirking, obviously holding out on me.

"Come on," I protested, laughing, "when I broke you three up in the kitchen earlier, I very much doubt you were discussing the weather."

"But don't you think that's private?" she giggled, enjoying herself.

"Spill the beans, please!" I pleaded, still laughing.

"Alright, alright, since you just 'have' to know," she said dramatically, "Kathy really put him through the wringer. She made him kiss her forever, and every time he tried to get bolder, she stopped him. Finally she let him touch her breasts, and then she made him play with them and kiss them over and over. And she kept telling him he needed to do more with them."

"Actually, what she told Debbie and I was that he was doing a pretty good job, but she wasn't going to admit it to him at all. Then she finally let him get at her pussy. There was apparently a lot more in the way of instructions about how to touch her, and when to put his fingers inside her, and so on. She said she was getting really hot, but still trying to pretend he wasn't doing things properly!"

"Of course when he got to touch her bare pussy ..."

As I had discovered on Saturday when she was flirting with me; Kathy had shaved herself completely for the weekend, because the bikini she had purchased was so tiny.

"... she could tell he was really, really worked up, and even though she was, from what she told us, totally on fire; she made him kiss her all over everywhere before he could use his mouth on her pussy. And when he finally got busy down there, he was also rubbing his thing on the sheet at the same time. Big mistake; because he lost control and came all over the bed!"

"Oh, oh!" I said, "Small wonder Kathy insisted on putting those sheets in the washer for me. Was that the end of it?"

"No, no; apparently it worked out," Jayne answered, "Steve was very upset and embarrassed, so Kathy cleaned things up, and started to kiss him gently, and told him it was all right. When he calmed down, she took him in her mouth until he started to get hard again, and pretty soon they started to do a sixty-nine until she had an orgasm, which apparently didn't take very long at all. After that they had regular sex, and of course because he had already come, he wasn't in a hurry, so they went at it for quite a while, until finally she had another climax, and then he let himself go as well, so they came together, sort of. And apparently he was so happy afterwards, because he made a girl come; twice! And he hugged and kissed and thanked her until she almost laughed."

"So he may not be perfect yet, but hopefully he's getting the idea. We'll see what Debbie has to say after a few more times, because even though he's gotten through basic training, she's been fooling around with the A-team. And she told us very clearly that she expects Steve to be as good a lover as you and Scott, or else!"

"Well, I'm glad Steve had a successful lesson, despite the one misfire," I said, seriously, "because he was really worried. Hopefully sex with Debbie will work out better now. But, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Jayne answered.

"Actually two things," I said, a little embarrassed, "I'm not quite sure just how to put this ... but here goes ... when you and I make love, sometimes things don't always happen for you, and Kathy told me she is sort of the same way with Scott. And Debbie said there was almost nothing with Steve, and maybe we now know why, but nevertheless, in the times we were together she had several orgasms with me, and from what I could tell, pretty good ones. And you and Kathy seem to have both had ... how do I say this without being crude ... a 'sexually satisfying' weekend. Now, maybe it's just because Scott and I are some of the world's greatest lovers, but on the extremely remote chance that we're not, what's going on? Not that it's bad!"

Jayne looked at me with a thoughtful expression. Then she gave me a warm smile.

"You know one of the reasons I love you?" she asked.

"No," I replied in a low tone of voice.

"Because you keep trying to understand women," she continued, laughing, "And how hard is that for a guy? ... So you're curious why all these girls that are hopping into bed with you, and spreading their sweet little pussies for you, are coming at the drop of the hat; is that it?"

"Well I didn't want to quite put it that way," I protested, with a grin.

"So let's examine the facts, shall we?" she said in a somewhat professorial tone, "Firstly, we're on vacation, and nobody is all stressed out about school, because it hasn't started yet. Secondly, we're suddenly all alone at this most fantastic cottage with no parents to worry about. Thirdly, everyone is running around in their swimsuits, and all of we girls are certainly enjoying the attention we're getting in our skimpy bikinis, which makes us feel very sexy. Fourthly, there are great meals, and lots to drink, and lovely weather, and sunburns and swimming and tons of fun; and everything is just heavenly. Finally, everyone is getting very excited and aroused at the possibility of having some sexual adventures with people we really like, and find pretty attractive, so there is a ton of flirting going on. And all of the girls are on the pill, so there's almost nothing to worry about in the birth control department. Throw in a partner swapping game, invented by yours truly, and certain young things just throw their inhibitions aside, and just let the situation carry them away. And guess what, orgasms galore!"

"OK, OK," I said laughing, "I guess the circumstances were pretty good for getting you girls in the right mood. But how do you account for Debbie, since we're being so very blunt; I thought the more climaxes a women has, the easier it is for her to have one; assuming the guy she's with gets her properly aroused. Debbie told us Saturday morning she hadn't had much of anything before with Steve. So how did she suddenly become the queen of sexual fulfillment?"

Jayne gave me a long searching look; at least it seemed long, as I moved my eyes back and forth between the road and her.

"Now swear to God, don't ever repeat this; promise?" Jayne said, suddenly serious.

"On my life, I'll never tell!"

"I was a little curious as well, so I asked her about it when you were in the shower this morning. She was very evasive, but I wouldn't give up! And I finally got an admission; it seems that Debbie has been training her cute little body without the benefit of a boy for quite some time; if you know what I mean? She didn't exactly give you all the facts when she told you that morning she could make herself have a proper orgasm. She should have said, 'Many, many, many proper orgasms!' No wonder she was so disappointed when things didn't work out when she started to have sex with Steve. But she's not unusual; lots of women have trouble without the right preliminaries. Get it?"

I nodded to acknowledge that this mystery was now cleared up.

"By the way," she said, suddenly using a sharp tone, "I hear through the grapevine that your fingers have been doing some exploring in certain very dirty places. You've never done that with me!"

"But I've touched you all around outside there," I said defensively, "and you didn't seem to hate it, on the contrary. So when I was with Kathy I decided to put my baby finger inside just the tiniest bit, to see what would happen, and did I get a reaction! So I got a little bolder with Debbie, and I think it helped her reach a climax. Do you want me to try it with you?"

"I don't know," she said, sounding uncertain, "the first time you even touched me near there I got very nervous. Maybe if I've had a few drinks you can do it to me, but only a little, till I'm sure. OK?"

"Fine," I replied, "Only when you want me to, no surprises."

"So when do Scott, Steve and Debbie leave for school?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"The two guys are flying out on Saturday," Jayne replied, "Debbie is being driven by her parents on Sunday afternoon; it's only an hour away. But we have more than a week off, and we can see each other every day!"

Being second year students, our classes didn't start until the Thursday after Labor Day, when freshmen orientation was over.

"I was counting on it," I said, giving her a quick smile, "How about tonight?"

We drove on, cheerfully discussing the upcoming school year, and how some of the younger ones might find being away from home for the first time. When we got back to the city, we immediately drove to Jayne's house, quickly unloading the car. Since her mother was in a hurry, she decided to drop me home on her way out. I exchanged a few pleasantries with her on route, and then rushed into the house to see how my brother's newly broken wrist was doing.

Later on, I was able to borrow a car, and Jayne and I took in a movie, before picking up some food and returning to her house. We were surprised to find her parents already in bed, leaving us the den and television, as Kathy had gone out with Scott.

"Boy your mother looked tired, that must have been some weekend at the Saunders cottage. Did they stay up all night drinking or something? Who do they think they are; university students?" I said, trying to make a joke.

I was surprised to see that Jayne was blushing furiously!

"What's wrong," I asked, "What did I say?"

"You won't believe what she told me just before dinner," Jayne said to me in a whisper, "It's no wonder she's tired!"

"What happened?"

"You know they went with the Saunders, and there were two other couples who came in another car. Once they got there, they went food shopping, and bought some stuff to drink, and then unpacked. Apparently everyone was sitting around having a few drinks before dinner; there was a gazebo outside that was very nice. And even though everyone was being very polite and trying to make clever conversation, my mother could tell what was on everyone's mind. They were all there to get fucked, and not by their spouses!"

"I almost dropped my water glass," Jayne said with wide eyes, "I've never heard her use that word before, ever!"

"Anyway, she didn't give me too many details, except that after dinner there was a lot of heavy drinking, and later on she had sex with two different men. And, she thinks she was, in her words: 'fucked seven times over the weekend', although she's not completely sure about how many times it was on Saturday night, because there were a bunch of them on a bed!"

"My God!" I exclaimed, "I thought our weekend was wild. We're just a bunch of amateurs. But what about birth control, older women normally aren't on the pill; don't they care?

"I don't know, except my mother had her tubes tied after she had Kathy by C-section, so she didn't need to worry, and I'm pretty sure because of that my father has never had a vasectomy. Your guess is as good as mine."

"I can't believe she told you those things," I said, still astonished. After all, these were parents!

"I can't either," said Jayne, still flushing, "I mean I knew about the situation between them and the Saunders, because I saw Mom and Mr. Saunders fooling around that time. I told you about that, because I was so upset, remember?"

"Yes"

Of course I remembered! This was how the whole partner exchange thing got started. After Jayne saw Mr. Saunders kissing her mother while he had his hand up under her skirt one night, there had been a conversation between she and Jayne the next day. The substance of it was that Jayne's parents had never been with anyone else before they got married, and were now full of regrets; and the Saunders were apparently in the same boat, so a spontaneous bit of swapping started one night. And even though Jayne's mother knew how much we were in love; she wanted Jayne to be sure that she got some other sexual experience, in case we eventually married, so she wouldn't end up middle aged and yearning for a misspent youth. Initially this suggestion was not well received by Jayne, and indirectly, by me. But then came the weekend at the cottage, and the unexpected absence of my parents as chaperones; and a group of young people who had played several complete games of strip poker, so certain barriers were already down. Opportunity knocked, and instigated by Jayne, we all answered! And everyone had a wonderful time; at least it seemed to me, except maybe for Steve, who, facing unanimous female dissatisfaction with his sexual techniques; had to attend a Lovemaking 101 course, with Kathy as guest lecturer. We were anxiously awaiting the release of his term marks; care of Debbie!

"But something that sounds like a Roman orgy, why would she let me know about that?" Jayne said.

"Maybe," I replied, "in a certain way, she feels guilty, and just wants to tell someone; and you know a lot already, and I'm sure she trusts you. Or maybe she's trying to deliberately shock you into considering what might happen later on in life if you don't experience other people, like she told you to. Who knows?"

"Well I have experienced some other guys, care of this weekend; one was good; one was not so good. But I'm not telling her about that. Maybe years and years from now I'll make a confession; we'll see. When I first decided to approach Debbie and Kathy about changing partners, I was kinda scared. What if you slept with Kathy and liked her better than me? What if you two fell in love?"

"You're being silly," I teased her in a gentle voice, "Before I could fall 'in' love with Kathy, I would have to fall 'out' of love with you. And that's not happening, in fact, even though I got to have sex with two very beautiful girls, which I enjoyed, why lie; it helped me understand that what we share is more than physical."

She gave me a soft little smile and said, "I'm pretty tired, is it OK if we say goodnight?"

"Of course," I replied, "but before I go, just one thing ... I love you!"

"Me too," she said.

We wrapped ourselves into a tender embrace, and enjoyed a long gentle kiss. Afterwards, she took me by the hand to lead me to the door, where we kissed again, but very briefly, and then I left for home.

Over the next few days, we were able to spend a great deal of time together, but without any opportunity to be alone for long enough to safely indulge in some lovemaking. Jayne said she just couldn't bring herself to have me in her bedroom with her parents a few doors away, even though they both knew that sex was a part of our relationship. By Thursday, after several sessions of groping in the den, which left both of us unsatisfied, things were getting a little desperate. Then fate intervened!

"Can you come over right now?" Jayne said to me on the telephone.

"Love to," I answered, "I even have the car."

I drove over to her house and knocked on the door. When Jayne opened it she practically yanked my arm out of its socket as she pulled me inside, and led me down to the den. She threw her arms around my neck and started kissing me urgently. I put my hand up under the back of her skirt to pull her to me and discovered she wasn't wearing any panties! I moved my hand around under her skirt until I got to the front, so I could start exploring her pussy. She opened her stance to make it easier for me, all the while kissing me fiercely. It was only a matter seconds before I discovered that she was not only hot, but soaking wet! Trying not to go too fast, I used my fingers to gently massage the very top of her slit, letting the pressure work its magic on her tiny clitoris, hidden below. I could feel her body reacting to my caresses as she tried to grind herself against my hand. 

"Now!" she whispered hoarsely, breaking off our kiss.

"But what about your mother, where is she?" I said, my breathing quickening.

"She's out; but not for long," she panted, pulling me onto the couch.

"Hurry up!" she demanded, trying to undo my belt and pulling down the zipper of my fly.

I finished undoing the closure of my shorts, and pulled them, and my underwear off. She positioned herself by lying down on her back on the couch, pulling the front of her skirt up and spreading her legs for me. I took in the arousing sight of the delicate pinkish folds of skin that formed her inner lips, curling and curving themselves enticingly over her most intimate feminine secrets.

"We might mess up your skirt," I panted, as I moved between her legs.

"I don't care; I am so hot, just put it inside me; now!" she whispered.

Before I could answer, she took my ramrod stiff erection in her hand and guided it into her vagina, giving out a sigh of satisfaction. I gave a little grunt as I went more deeply into the velvety softness. I started to move in and out, trying to pace myself.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker Ch. 05



"Harder, faster!" she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and gripping my hips.

I was awash in waves of pleasure as I complied with her; feeling her heat and wetness yielding to me while her hips moved in time with mine; and she thrust herself against my pubic bone.

"More," she gasped, releasing my hips from her iron grip so she could wrap her legs around me. I felt her hands on my back through my shirt, even as she continued to move to my rhythm.

I gave a mighty thrust and felt my erection hit her cervix, which caused her to start and to let out a moan, whether of passion or pain, or both, I didn't know, or care! Even in my animalistic state of arousal I knew that she was very close to reaching her own state of ecstasy. I managed two more deep thrusts, and then on the third, I released my essence far inside her, each powerful spurt sending jolts through the pleasure centers in my brain, heightened by the feeling of her vagina contracting quickly around my penis, while she cried loudly out in the throes of her own orgasm.

We remained locked together, even as our breathing started to return to normal. I felt the warmth of her, and the comfort of release, after days of frustration. Finally she opened her eyes and gave me a loving smile.

"God I needed that," she whispered, "I've been ready to come from the moment I got up this morning. But we better get dressed; my mother could be home any time."

She gave me a tiny kiss on the lips and pushed me off her. As I got up, I noticed the patch of moisture our lovemaking had left on the back of her skirt.

"Oh, oh!" I said, "I hope that didn't go through to the upholstery."

Jayne bounced quickly off the couch to inspect for damage, luckily nothing was amiss. She grabbed the box of tissues from the end table and offered me one; taking another for herself. We quickly cleaned ourselves up, and I held out my hand for her tissue, so I could dispose of the evidence a little later.

"I'm going upstairs to change," she said, smirking at me, "After I rinse this skirt out, maybe I'll put on some panties."

"Damn!" I said, "I liked you much better without them!"

Jayne undid her skirt, taking it off and carrying it in one hand; then she sashayed out of the room, deliberately wiggling her slender bare hips at me as she left. I smiled to myself; she never walked like that, clothed or naked. And I had certainly spent enough time admiring her cute little bottom to know!

I quickly dressed myself, and then rushed to the downstairs washroom to dispose of the tissue and wash my hands. I certainly didn't want anything giving us away to her mother when she came home! I returned to the den and studied the television listings as I waited for Jayne to finish changing. When she returned she had on the very short red mini-skirt she had worn to the cottage. As she approached the couch, she pulled the hem of it up to her waist.

"See, pink panties," she teased, "but not those black ones, they turn you on too much! I don't want you embarrassing yourself in front of my mother."

I admired the swell of her mound through her skimpy semi-transparent underwear. Something was already stirring down below.

"Maybe you could come over here," I ventured, smirking, "so I can feel around under them ... you know ... in case anything has changed in the last few minutes."

"Behave!" she said, returning my smirk, "I just heard a car door; I bet that's Mom. You already got lucky once today, can't you control yourself?"

"No! And who says women are any different," I retorted, teasing her back, "I practically got jumped in this very den by a young lady recently. And based on her behavior and attire, or lack of attire, I should say, she wasn't in any mood to control herself!"

"I don't know what you are talking about. I'm always very well behaved, you tell me that all the time ..."

Jayne cut off her sentence when she heard the front door opening, so we just resorted to some shared laughter as we heard footsteps on the stairs.

"HI! My you two are having fun. What's so funny?" Jayne's mother exclaimed from the doorway.

"Nothing much," Jayne replied, winking at me.

I greeted Jayne's mother with a respectful but friendly hello. She is a tall slender woman, about the same height as Jayne, with shoulder length light brown hair, blue eyes and a graceful manner. She looks at least ten years younger than she is. You wouldn't have a clue she had two almost grown up daughters!

"That's quite a skirt, young lady. If it were any shorter there wouldn't be any point in even wearing it! You better not let your father see it, or he won't let you wear it outside of the house."

"Well then, I'm certainly not going to let him see the bikini I bought for the cottage if he's going to freak out over a skirt. This isn't any shorter than some of Kathy's, and he hasn't stopped her from wearing them."

"Yes, well he's resigned to his younger daughter dressing provocatively, but I think he's got a different opinion of you. He thinks you're more ... how should I say it ... more conservative."

"Who left that there?" Jayne's mother said with some irritation.

I followed her eyes down to the carpet by the leg of the coffee table. Oh, oh! Unnoticed by either of us, one of the tissues I was supposed to dispose of earlier must have dropped out of my hand or pocket. She bent over and reached down to pick it up by a corner; then a certain odor must have reached her, as she suddenly dropped the tissue.

"Would you mind dealing with that," she said to me pointedly, frowning.

I looked over imploringly at Jayne, who was blushing furiously. But there was nothing for it, so I picked up the offending tissue and started to leave the den to flush it down the toilet.

"Really, Jayne," I heard her say sharply as I left, "why didn't you take him upstairs to your bedroom."

"But," Jayne protested in a small voice.

I stopped momentarily in the hall to hear some more of their conversation.

"No 'buts'," she retorted, "you're both practically adults now, not a couple of love struck teenagers who got carried away petting on the sofa. I can wash sheets, but I can't clean up a mess on the furniture so easily. So, young lady, no excuses, if you mark the upholstery fooling around with him; you can darn well pay to have it fixed!"

"Thank God it didn't go through her skirt," I thought as I retreated to the washroom.

I flushed the tissue down the toilet and washed my hands. And then I started back down the short hall to face the music! Just before I got to the door I heard Jayne talking to her mother in a somewhat argumentative tone.

"But what if we make too much noise; and we're right next to your bedroom. Sometimes he makes me feel so good I ... ah ... cry out when ... well, you know ...and you and Dad will hear it! It could be so embarrassing."

Just as I entered the room, I heard Jayne's mother reply. She didn't notice me immediately as her attention was fixed on her daughter.

"Well if you do, you do. Your father's heard things like that before, especially from Daisy Saunders, when he and Roy and Stan practically gang-raped her last weekend. I had no idea a woman could make that much noise during a climax. I certainly don't!"

Then she noticed me standing there, right beside the two of them. She looked back and forth between the two of us, turning a little red.

"Sorry," I said in a hesitant voice, "I don't think I was supposed to hear that."

"Well now he knows some of our dirty little family secrets," Jayne said, "But don't worry, mother, he knows how to keep a confidence better than anyone I've ever met."

Jayne's mother looked searchingly into my eyes, clearly concerned.

"It will never leave this room," I said in a firm tone of voice, meeting her gaze very directly, "Promise!"

"So what did Dad and others do to Mrs. Saunders?" Jayne asked in an inquisitive tone.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly discuss that; it wouldn't be right!"

"Oh, sure you can," Jayne challenged, "I'd like to know what sort of mischief parents get up to!"

"But he's here!"

''So, what! Tell me!"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes; definitely!"

"This isn't a good idea."

"Fine, I'll ask Dad!"

"Don't you dare, young lady, he doesn't know what you and I have discussed!"

"I will ask him, unless you tell me what happened."

"Oh, alright ... I guess, since you're almost blackmailing me ...but both of you have to promise on a stack of Bibles never to repeat any of this. Is that clear?"

"Promise," I said solemnly.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Jayne said.

"OK," Jayne's mother said turning to me, "We have a few couples that are very close friends, and we collectively decided to change partners once in a while. Not so much because we're bored with our own sex lives," she added defensively, looking downwards, "but because when we were young, people didn't ever have sex before marriage, at least not very many did, and I guess, to be honest, we were all a little curious about what it would be like with someone else ... Actually, to be totally frank, the first time we ever swapped, it was with the Saunders, and it was more spontaneous, and there was quite a bit of alcohol involved."

"And strip poker," Jayne said, trying to remind her.

"Yes," Jayne's mother added with a sigh, now looking at Jayne, "there was that too. Anyway, after that, the story got out to some of our other close friends. I didn't say anything, but Daisy just can't keep a secret. The other couples, far from being shocked, wanted to join in on the action. I was very surprised, but I guess it's just a mid-life crisis sort of thing, you know 'middle-aged crazy'; anyway we organized something for last weekend."

"So when we all arrived at the cottage, you could feel the tension, and at the same time people were pretty nervous, but also excited. We had drinks before dinner, lots of drinks. And then wine with the meal, and more drinks afterwards. So people were pretty well lubricated, and Joyce and Daisy lit a couple of small candles and turned off the rest of the lights. Like a teenaged party; we must have looked ridiculous, at our ages! Anyhow, there had already been a lot of suggestive talk, and Daisy suddenly started to kiss your father on the couch, and that started things, so some of the others began to pair off."

"Anyhow, Daisy and your father were whispering to each other for quite a while, and then they got up and Daisy stood facing the arm of the couch. Your father came up behind her and opened her blouse up and pulled it down to her waist, and then he stripped her bra off and began to feel up her breasts. Right away Daisy started to moan a little, which got other peoples attention, if they weren't already looking at her half naked body; and everyone else completely stopped what they were doing and just watched. And the two of them didn't seem concerned that they were putting on a show, or maybe that's what they wanted to do, or they were too drunk to give a care! Then your father pushed her over the arm of the couch, so her head was on the seat cushion, and then he lifted up her skirt at the back, and raised her up by the waist with one arm, so he could pull her panties down. Daisy is pretty tiny, and your father is strong; so he could easily pick her up, almost like a doll ..."

Jayne's mother looked down at the floor, a little flushed, suddenly silent.

"And?" Jayne demanded.

"Really, Jayne, I shouldn't tell you about this."

"Go on," Jayne urged, "don't stop now; let's hear the rest of it."

"Well ... um ... OK, OK ... Once he had her panties off, your father lowered Daisy back down so she could rest her middle on the arm again, and he spread her legs, and those of us on that side of the room could see most of her ... well ... female parts, even in the candlelight. Then he put two fingers into her, just like that! He played around with her with his fingers for a while, and you could see her starting to squirm on the cushion. Then he stopped that and took both hands, and opened up his pants, and lowered his shorts, and kicked everything aside. Believe me; he looked as ready to go as I've ever seen him! And I noticed Joyce staring at his thing with her hand over her mouth; like she'd never seen one before; for heaven's sake! Anyway, next he grabbed her hips, and just rammed himself into her. She gave out a cry; he must have hurt her a little. And then he pushed her farther forward, and he started going in and out, and at the same time he moved his hands up to her waist, and he was moving her back and forth a little bit across the arm of the sofa, so it would rub against her love button ..."

"You mean her clitoris," Jayne said sharply, interrupting her, "mother, don't use cutesy names for things; penis, clitoris, labia, vagina, OK!"

"Yes, missy, fine," her mother answered, a little hotly, "Shall I go on?"

Jayne nodded.

"Daisy was moving in time with him," she continued, "and breathing hard, almost panting, and she was also wriggling her hips from side to side as your father went at her. The rest of us were mesmerized, it was so erotic to watch, and you could hear a pin drop except for the sounds from the two of them. And Daisy was pushing her face farther into the cushion of the sofa; you could tell she was really feeling things. And then she tensed up, and made some funny sounds, and tossed her head back, and literally shrieked a couple of times while she had a climax. God she was noisy! And after that she lay there not even moving. So your father pulled out of her, and moved her back towards him, so he could go deeper inside her, and he spread her legs again, and really began to work her over from behind, in and out, faster and faster, until he ... you know ... finished."

"But you said it was like a gang rape," Jayne said, sounding puzzled.

"It was," her mother replied, "As soon as your father was done, Roy got up and pulled him aside, and moved into his place, without even asking! He dropped his pants so he was naked from the waist down, and started to have at her from behind as well. Joyce's eyes were like saucers, I don't think she imagined in her wildest dreams that her husband would end up having sex with another women in front of an audience, especially one in that compromising a position. It certainly wasn't bothering him, because you could tell from his expression that he was really enjoying himself. Soon he was going in and out so fast he had poor Daisy shaking like a leaf. She had her eyes closed and was gripping the sofa cushions. Finally, I heard Roy give out a few grunts, and scrunch up his face, so I knew he was just about done. Next thing, before Roy could even settle down, up stands Stan, he'd taken all his clothes off, and he is really big, much bigger than your father ... or Arthur ... I mean, Mr. Saunders. He started to put it inside her, but he couldn't seem to get it all the way in; small wonder! So he slapped her bottom hard, a couple of times, and said 'take it all, bitch', and some other really dirty things which I won't repeat. Finally he must have managed to get completely inside her, and you could see her wince. And then he pulled her forward a bit towards him, so he could reach underneath her with his hand and touch her clitoris ... There I called it that, are you happy?"

Jayne nodded again, but didn't speak; as she and I were hanging on her mother's every word!

"Daisy started to writhe around on the cushions, while Stan fucked and fingered her ... Is that blunt enough for you, daughter dear? And Daisy was crying out, 'yes, yes ... more'; things like that; she must have been unbelievably aroused by this point. And then she grabbed the upholstery with her fists, and made some low sounds, while she ground her face into the cushion. And then she twisted her body sort of funny, and raised her head off the cushion, and just about screamed her way through a second climax. You could tell by looking at her she was feeling some incredibly intense things. I don't mind admitting that I was a little jealous of her just then ... By the way, she told me later it was the best one she ever experienced in her whole life ... Anyway, that must have done it for Stan because, he screwed up his face, which was pretty red, and closed his eyes, and was clearly having his own ... orgasm," she said, pausing for effect, "But he didn't make any noise, not even a grunt or two. When he was finished inside of her, he pulled out and grabbed her around the waist, so he could lift her up, and then he sort of flipped her over and dumped her face up on the sofa, like a sack of potatoes. And she just lay there, motionless, with one leg over the side; you could see everything; and there was stuff coming out of her ... ahem ... vagina all over the cushion. And didn't we have a time of it the next day, cleaning it off! I thought maybe Arthur would take her for a ride as well, but he was ogling Joyce; maybe he didn't want to waste his energy on his wife, when he was going to be able to get a new piece of tail!"

"Mother!"

"Well, he'd already had me, so I was pretty sure he was hoping to start off the weekend by banging either Joyce or Sharon!"

"Such language!" Jayne said in an astonished tone of voice, "I didn't know you even knew some of those expressions."

"Oh, I know about, and have done, plenty of things with your father that would surprise you, and especially your sister. Just because I'm your mother; it doesn't mean that I don't have all of the womanly thoughts and desires that you do!"

"So what happened after that?" Jayne asked, but more timidly.

"Never mind!" her mother replied archly, smirking, "You've heard way too much already. All I'm going to tell you is that it was pretty much a free for all from there on. I don't know about the other girls, but I was really, really turned on after witnessing what happened to Daisy, so I didn't say no to any man who asked. The whole weekend was pretty degenerate. I haven't had that much sex since our honeymoon!" she added, with a little chuckle.

"So," she continued, giving Jayne a sly look, "if you two want to try the position Daisy taught your father, make sure you use a towel."

I could feel myself blushing; I had already tried it, in my mind!

"Alright, mother, I get the point!" Jayne said, clearly exasperated by the repetition of the earlier scolding.

"You know Jayne," she added, giving me a subtle wink, "He's a young strong stud, like your father used to be. Since he now knows how depraved I am, maybe I should give him a try; what do you think?"

"Mother, really!" Jayne protested, flushing.

I just stood there speechless; hopefully my mouth wasn't hanging open.

"That position of Daisy and Arthur's," she mused, giving Jayne a mischievous grin, "He might be just the one to road test it with, I'm sure he can do it twice, maybe even three times, at once ...The sofa arms in the living room are probably more comfortable ... I wonder if I will make a lot of noise, like Daisy, or my lovely daughter?"

Jayne just stood there, red with either embarrassment, or anger, or both, I wasn't sure which. I could see she was trying to get some sort of words out, but just couldn't somehow!

"Well ... I'll be upstairs in the kitchen," she said, laughing, as she turned and mounted the short flight of steps that led to the kitchen, "If you children need me for anything; milk, cookies, unusual sexual positions, whatever!"

She disappeared from our view, but we could still hear her laughter. Jayne literally stamped her foot in the direction of the stairs, she was so agitated.

"By the way Jayne," she called out sweetly from above, "is your boyfriend staying for dinner? He's welcome to!"

"Thanks, mother," Jayne replied, with an edge to her voice, "I think we'll go out."

"Fine by me; have fun!"

Jayne latched onto my hand and led me quickly out of the den, up the stairs and outside of the house. She looked furious!




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker



"They are very beautiful Jayne," I said earnestly, "I would love to touch them."

It was a risky thing to say, but thankfully she didn't seem offended. Then she said sweetly to me, actually smiling, "You'll have to wait till the dares."

The implications in that statement made my heart virtually stop!

The sudden look of concern on Kathy's face showed that she'd forgotten about that part of the game.

Jayne sat down, modestly covering her breasts with her crossed arms, but it was her deal, and she needed to use two hands. It was another moment of decision; finally, with a shy glance in my direction she picked up the cards and began to shuffle. Her uncovered small breasts moved deliciously as she did.

As the cards went around, not a word was spoken, the electricity in the room even higher. Everyone knew that someone was going to be naked after this hand, we had all agreed when Jayne took off her bra!

As I picked up my cards I looked at Kathy inspecting hers. She was smirking; she probably had a good hand. I looked at my cards, nothing but a low probability chance at an inside straight. But in my current situation I had to throw caution to the winds and go for it; Kathy's face clearly told me that hoping for a miracle match to my one face card wouldn't prevent disaster! I took another swallow from my drink and prayed.

"One", said Kathy.

"I'll take one," trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice; like I played strip poker every day. Ha!

"Three," said Jayne, very quietly. She probably had a pair.

I looked at my card, and my heart sunk to my ankles, the poker gods who had been so kind to me earlier had abandoned me completely. I was going to lose the hand for sure.

Kathy eagerly displayed her hand, "A full house."

"Nothing," I groaned; I was going to have to strip naked!

"A pair," Jayne put her face into her hands.

"I win," Kathy squealed and clapped her hands together. Then she looked at each of her victims one at a time with a mischievous look on her face, gleefully enjoying our misery; then she said with a great deal of drama, "Now ... who wants to go first?"

The statement just hung in the air.

"For someone who wasn't sure she wanted to play you certainly are enjoying yourself," said Jayne bitterly.

"Too bad, missy, we all agreed, it could have been me first!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

"OK, OK, it's usually ladies first but I'll start," I said mournfully. Jayne looked at me gratefully.

I stood up, my heart pounding, and pulled my briefs off displaying my semi-erect equipment for the girls to see. Turning sixteen shades of red I sat down as quickly as I could and covered myself as best I could with my hands.

Jayne was blushing again. She avoided meeting my eyes.

"Oh my," Kathy giggled with an excited look on her face, "you have such nice little friends Jayne and they will show you lots of interesting things. Maybe you can invite some more of them over to play."

Jayne turned to positively glare daggers at Kathy, but before she could say anything Kathy exclaimed, "Time's up 'Wild Thing'," she paused for effect, "no more stalling; you've seen him, now let's get those panties off so he can see all of you!"

Jayne looked at the floor, no doubt hoping a hole would open up and swallow her but then, somehow finding her courage, she arose; I gulped. While I had started to get used to seeing her breasts, I was now going to see my first real live fully naked girl! I forgot all about my own lack of clothing as I watched trying not to get too excited.

Jayne stood there, beet red, and peeled her panties down far enough that they were able to fall to her ankles on their own. She kicked them away and sat down, giving me the briefest glimpse of pink beneath the silky straw colored hair covering her mound. My heart was racing!

"Aren't you going to ask her if you can touch her there as well?" said Kathy wickedly!

Jayne turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible.

I turned to Kathy, totally embarrassed, "This game isn't over yet, you know!"

"I know, and it's my deal; let's play cards so I can see you two do some dares!" Kathy was really reveling in her situation; still in the catbird seat with all of her underwear on while Jayne and I were trying to hide our nakedness and worrying.

I looked at my cards, another bust! I discarded everything but my king and requested four cards. I got another king in the draw, and rejoiced internally. There was a fair chance I might win with this hand. Then I wondered what to give Jayne as the green dare if I did win.

I looked over at Jayne. Her blush had gone down quite a bit and there was a certain new confidence on her face. She must have a good hand as well. Kathy looked happy, my good spirits started to wane, it seemed impossible Kathy could win yet again!

I laid down my hand and announced, "A pair of kings."

"Tough luck, my friend," Kathy crowed, "a pair of aces."

I groaned.

"Now who gets the green dare and who gets the yellow one?" she mused, trying to rub in her good fortune.

"Not so fast," Jayne exclaimed, "I have a flush!"

"What"

"I believe the correct expression is: "read 'em and weep," Jayne said, showing her hand. The chance to return the favor and have Kathy strip seemed to have cheered her up.

"Now then, young lady, why don't you just get busy and take that bra off...Imagine," she turned to me and said sarcastically, "you're going to be the very first boy to actually see her breasts!"

s tone of voice and a slight reddening of Kathy's face as she stood up suggested that Jayne's suspicions about me not being the first boy to see Kathy's breasts were more than a little correct.

But Kathy could take it as well as dish it out; standing she removed her bra without fanfare and turned to me, "Do you like what you see? Would you like to touch these ones too?"

"Very much," I said diplomatically, admiring her fuller breasts and darker nipples.

"Well you heard what the lady said earlier, so you'll just have to wait for the dares," she teased me. I was sure from her playfulness that not only was I not the first boy to see here breasts but likely wouldn't be the first to touch them if I got the chance. Kathy made no attempt to cover them even after she sat down. Her earlier concerns about the game apparently had totally evaporated; perhaps the fact that she was winning had something to do with it.

"Speaking of dares, doesn't some one have one coming up?" Kathy giggled.

"Yes," said Jayne thoughtfully, "but we need some things, I'll be right back."

She got up keeping a hand across her mound for modesty and climbed the stairs to the kitchen. I tried very hard to look into the shadows between her legs as she went.

Kathy laughed at me as she watched my eyes follow Jayne's nude form, "Just don't know where to look next, do you?"

"There's no point me pretending that this sort of thing happens to me every day, and even if it did, you certainly wouldn't believe me," I replied.

Jayne returned, covering as much of herself as she could down below. She laid an egg timer and a ruler on the coffee table.

"Now," she said earnestly to me," since this is the green dare I don't think it should involve anything with another person. I want you to stand up, uncover yourself and measure your penis with this ruler, and then tell us what the measurement is. After that you can sit down but you can't cover yourself till the minute is up. When you are uncovered and standing, I'll start the timer."

"That almost sounds like two dares, but OK," I said. What the hell! They both had seen plenty already and my attempts to cover myself were not very effective. And the next deal was going to be mine, so I would have to use both hands for the cards rather than hiding myself. I took another swallow from my drink.

"You're measuring to see if it will fit Jayne?" Kathy needled. The drinks and the nudity were clearly making the remarks increasingly suggestive and outrageous. Jayne leaned over and hit her with a cushion, giving me a well lit and sensational view of quite a bit of her pink nether lips as she used her other hand to steady herself. That was all my little soldier boy needed to be able to come to complete attention.

I took the ruler from the coffee table and stood up, beginning the measurement. Now I am a pretty average guy, and I know from scientific data that the average is between five and six inches, so I wasn't embarrassed much more than the circumstances provided for. Almost five and three quarter inches I announced, and then sat down, leaving my arms at my sides.

I noticed that both girls were still looking at it through the glass table top; then the timer buzzed.

"Well ladies," I pronounced, "the free show is going to go on because I have to deal."

"Bad luck," said Kathy, but without too much sympathy at all, "maybe you should just leave it uncovered for the rest of the evening."

"Maybe I will," I teased, "since you seem to like looking at it so much."

Checkmate!

I dealt the next hand.

The cards went out and we all looked at them with intensity. With yellow and red dares in play, mere nudity was the least of the concerns.

After the discards, we showed our hands. Kathy had three aces; there was just no stopping her! She was wasting her time at school; Vegas was a much better choice for her career. And of course she wasn't too bashful about announcing her victory; Jayne and I looked at each other with a mutual sinking feeling.

"Now," Kathy said with almost clinical precision to me, "since you were the loser you get the yellow dare, my lovely and loving sister gets the red dare."

Jayne looked imploringly at Kathy, but to no avail.

"Since it's a yellow dare, and I know Jayne it dying to kiss you anyway; kneel next to her, put your hands behind your back, and kiss her for one minute; no touching with your hands."

Jayne gave her sister a glaring look for this indiscretion about her desire to kiss me, but nevertheless turned to face me.

I moved over next to her and put my lips up to hers; she looked at me shyly, and then, met me.

When you attend high school, you learn about chemical reactions; well, this one was spontaneous and large. As we began to kiss, Jayne surprisingly put her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. I suddenly knew what it was like to be a drowning man; our tongues intertwined, I could feel her breasts against my chest and the urge to wrap my arms around her was overwhelming, but I couldn't because of the dare. When the timer went off, we both reluctantly broke the kiss off, breathing heavily and staring into each others eyes.

"Well," Kathy said, perhaps taken aback by the obvious passion in the kiss, "some people had way too much fun with that dare. I'm going to have to try harder."

That jolted Jayne and I back into reality.

"Now then," she said, turning to me, all business, "can you give me a totally honest answer about yourself?"

"Yes, I think so; what would you like to know?" I said still breathing deeply.

"Have you ever seen a girl naked?"

"Before tonight; no." I answered truthfully, my ego sinking like a stone.

"But you've seen pictures?"

"Yes," I replied sheepishly. What a totally, hopelessly inept social moron I was! Every guy my age except me surely had seen completely naked girls and probably done plenty with them. I had touched a total of one nipple! Look in the dictionary under the word "loser"; see my name listed first!!

"OK, my friend, this is your lucky day; Miss Jayne over there is going to make you an expert on female anatomy." Kathy continued, smiling evilly, "Jayne, get up on the edge of the sofa and open your legs so he can see everything, and I mean everything. I'll time you; after thirty seconds I want you to take your fingers and open yourself up so he can see inside."

Jayne and I both gasped.

"Kathy, please! No; no fair!"

But Kathy was relentless and said, "I could have chosen a dare involving some touching, this is just looking, what's the problem?" Of course after seeing the kiss, she knew exactly what the problem was!!

"So," Kathy said.

After a long pause, Jayne said, "Please, don't make me Kathy." 

But Kathy was unmoved, "Go on," she said, "we all agreed; all the way. Don't be a fraidy cat!"

Certainly revenge for Jayne's remark earlier in the evening.

"Or you can stop the game," she continued, "that's fine, I got to see him, he doesn't get to see me; too bad for him!"

Jayne, scarlet, considered the situation and then took a deep breath and turned to me pleading, "Don't look too much; promise?"

She was so upset, so vulnerable, so nervous; I wanted to take her in my arms and reassure her, but I was helpless in the circumstances. Man zero; mouse one!

Of course the relentless one just had to offer a comment, "Don't be ridiculous, of course he's going to look, he's a guy, he's programmed to look, get over it!"

"Can you look away for a little bit?" Jayne said.

"Of course." I turned away, still paralyzed at this turn of events.

"That's fine missy, but I don't start the clock until he gets to see you."

"You can turn around now," said Jayne in a whisper, and I saw heaven. I was trying to not stare, but there were her pink folds, falling away into the crevice between her legs, like a beautiful flower. None of the pictures I had ever seen did any justice to the real thing. I looked at every crease and wisp of hair transfixed, barely daring to move.

"Thirty seconds," Kathy called. Jayne took her trembling fingers and opened the soft lips. I saw a pink coral color. I couldn't speak, so I just looked and looked, incredibly aroused.

"Time's up!" said Kathy smugly as the timer went off; noting my intense reaction to Jayne's intimate sexuality, "I guess you know something about naked girls now!"

I looked away from Jayne to spare her any further embarrassment. My erect penis was so hard and had a mind of its own; I tried desperately to calm down.

Kathy continued in an encouraging tone, "Jayne, I think I've found a great way for you to get more attention from boys!"

"If I get a dare for you, look out!" Jayne said recovering herself a little bit. It wasn't said either as a threat or as bravado, just a cool chilling statement; like you're going to be the victim of an axe murder very soon.

Jayne, still blushing, got up from the couch and returned to her place looking at Kathy murderously. "Next hand," she demanded, reaching for the cards.

Jayne dealt the hands, but there was a different feeling in the room now, she was clearly determined to even the score with Kathy.

I got my usual horrible hand, while Kathy squirmed a little as she decided which cards to discard. Perhaps her run of luck was ending. After the draw we showed our hands, Jayne won easily with another flush.

"Kathy dearest," Jayne said with a look of revenge in her eye and an edge in her voice, "don't you think you are a little over dressed? Since you lost, it's time for you to take off your panties; and by the way, don't be bashful ... after all, thanks to you he knows everything about girls now." She continued acidly, "Maybe after you've removed them you could sit down and spread your legs and show him your little secrets, I'm sure he'd like that!"

Kathy gave Jayne a withering look as she stood up. But I sensed some hesitation on her part. I began to suspect that she hadn't allowed her relations with other boys to get to this stage quite yet which might explain her concerns at the beginning of the game.

Blushing, she began to peel off her lacy panties, showing darker brown hair. As they reached her crotch I couldn't help but notice very prominent full lips on her sex that fell well below the line of her pubic hair. It was an incredibly erotic sight. I kept staring at them until Kathy sat down and nervously covered herself with her hands.

I felt a playful slap on my arm.

"What are you doing, young man," Jayne said sternly, "after all I've done for you recently; and now I catch you looking at another woman, even if it is my sister!"

The tension from Kathy's exposure was immediately released.

I smiled as I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes, "I guess like Kathy said: 'I'm just a guy, I'm programmed that way'."

But I was secretly thrilled by the way she referred to us in the context of a couple!

Jayne returned my smile and replied, "You better be nice to me, you still have a red dare to perform for me."

Oh, oh! While watching Kathy strip I had totally forgotten about it. "Can I get one more drink before I do my dare? Anyone else?"

Jayne said, "I think we all better have one before the final hand."

I collected the glasses, noticing that Kathy's eyes were riveted on my erect penis. Jayne noticed it too! I collected the glasses and mounted the stairs, with as much dignity as I could given my naked condition. While up in the kitchen I took a tissue and removed the drop of moisture on the end of my penis, things were embarrassing enough as it was.

When I returned with the drinks and sat down Jayne explained my dare. I was certain after she had had to show me so much that I would get the same treatment.

"I notice how much my sister admires your male parts, so let's give her a closer look! Kathy, go sit on the couch; now then, you go right up in front of her so she can see you up close. You just stay there and keep your hands behind your back for the minute. She can do anything she wants to you." She continued with a bold look at Kathy, "I know it's not your dare but who cares, I dare you to touch him down there!" I could tell by the look on her face that this little unscripted challenge was definitely part of getting even with her sister.

Kathy flushed again, but looked excited. Jayne had raised the stakes, now touching was in play! Even though I was now used to the girls seeing me naked, I was nervous again, and very worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself if she touched me!

Kathy got up and sat on the couch, which gave me another view of her amazing sexuality until she closed her legs; definitely the wrong time for that! I got up and stood right in front of her with my erection just inches away. Jayne started the timer.

At first Kathy just looked, but then she raised her hand and touched my penis lightly, like it was hot and she might get burned. Then she began to touch me with more boldness. As she reached the tip, touching me at the opening, I struggled for control.

"Be careful," I said in a very serious tone, "it's very sensitive there and I'm very excited, I could really embarrass myself and make a mess."

"OK." Kathy said nodding. Maybe some of her boyfriends had made a mess when they were fooling around with her; she seemed to know where I was going with my request. She moved her hand down to my scrotum and felt my testicles, examining me carefully.

"They should have had this in grade 8 health class instead of those stupid diagrams, Jayne." 

Jayne laughed at her little joke.

The Kathy looked up at me and said, "I've never touched a man before, it's kind of neat."

Kathy put her hand back around my erection, as if trying to grasp its size and weight. The timer went off and she removed her hand. She smiled at me as we returned to our places.

"What did it feel like?" Jayne asked, in an earnest tone.

"It's heavy, and pretty hard." Kathy replied, and then, puzzled, "I don't know how it would ever fit inside me?"

"No wonder it hurts the first time." said Jayne.

"I need to go to the bathroom," said Kathy.

"Me too," said Jayne, "we'll be back."

Maybe they just wanted to leave the room to discuss my equipment in private?

When Jayne got up she made no attempt to cover herself and just stood before me like a blonde goddess; she was achingly beautiful! Maybe she figured I had seen so much already that there was no point in trying to hide things any more. As she turned to leave the room Kathy also got up, but, probably because she wasn't as accustomed to being nude in front of me, kept a hand over herself. I deliberately looked away so she wouldn't be so embarrassed.




The Proper Rules For Strip Poker



I sat by myself in the room waiting for the girls to return. I was in a state of wonder at what I had seen and replayed the images in my mind. When I had arrived I was hoping for some kissing with Jayne as the night progressed; this was past anything I could have ever imagined, and being a guy, my imagination could be go pretty far!

Some banter announced their return. Kathy was still trying to cover herself a bit.

As they settled into their places Jayne said, "Last hand!"

I looked at the girls, "I've had rotten cards most of the night, my luck is bound to change and then I will be able to give each of you wonderful lovely girls an extra, extra special red dare of your very, very own." I said drawing out the words for effect.

"You have to win first, my friend," Kathy exclaimed laughing, "so you better concentrate on your cards and stop daydreaming about what you're going to have us do or you will end up losing!"

"OK, let's start," said Jayne, "whose deal is it?"

"Mine," replied Kathy, dealing the cards.

I looked at my cards; a pair of sixes looked back at me. I also had an ace. Not great, not terrible. I discarded two cards and looked at each of the girls. Kathy's face told me immediately that she didn't have anything much and at least there was one less ace in the deck for her to get because I had it. Jayne seemed to be making a decision.

I got my replacement cards, with a bonus, an additional six.

Kathy laid down her cards, "a pair of threes," there was obvious disappointment in her voice.

"Three sixes," I said, trying to not sound excited.

"Three jacks," said Jayne excitedly, "I win!"

A moment of silence was broken by Jayne.

"Oh dear," she exclaimed, with a loud sigh, feigning concern and putting the back of her hand to her forehead for full effect, "I guess I have to give two red dares because of the rules?"

She let that hang in the air, while Kathy and I squirmed. This was a new side of her personality; although not normally inclined to do so, she clearly knew how to put the knife in and give it a good twist when required! Kathy looked ashen; her face suggested that she was realizing that maybe humiliating Jayne earlier wasn't such a great idea in hindsight, even though it might have been fun at the time.

"Now," she said turning to me, "you get to go first because I would like my darling little sister to sit there and think for a while about the dare she made me do earlier tonight, and imagine what a truly awful return dare I have in store for her!"

"However, you have been more than a gentleman and done your dares without complaining, so I feel you should get something nice to finish with." she said formally. Turning to her sister, she said sharply, "You, however, should be worried, very worried."

The sinking look on Kathy's face indicated that she already was!

Jayne said, "I want another kiss, a really good one, like before, but this time, because you asked so nicely, you may touch my breasts as much as you like while we're kissing."

I was electrified, but wisely refrained from saying anything. Almost every impossible ridiculous dream of my young life was coming true this night!

Kathy protested, "Oh, that's a really terrible dare for him to do; I'm sure he's so devastated he'll never come over and play strip poker with us again!" she said sarcastically.

"Keep talking," Jayne said, "the more you complain, the worse your dare is going to be."

Kathy said with disgust, "I suppose you need me to set the timer."

"Yes please," said Jayne primly, "rules are rules."

The she moved over beside me, not caring what I could see or not see, she looked into my eyes with a soft expression and we started our second kiss. I waited a little and then moved a hand to one of her breasts. It was soft, but the little nipple became harder as I touched it. I tried to be gentle as I squeezed a breast and played with the nipple. Her kiss became fiercer. I brought my second hand up, touching her as gently as I could. This was very different than the furtive touching of my previous girlfriend. I had a sense of her body trying to reach out to mine, I could feel her breathing and her heartbeat; I fell into a place far away, where just the two of us existed. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Time's up," Kathy said, her wide eyes showing she was clearly impressed by the fiery kiss she had witnessed, "if either of you even care. Maybe I should go upstairs?"

Jayne looked at her, breathing heavily, "Nice try, but we have to finish the game."

Kathy's face fell, there was no escaping!

Jayne had recovered some of her equilibrium but was still flushed from the kissing and touching. She thought for a while and then pronounced: "Here's the dare." She turned to me, "Go sit on the couch please with your knees together." I got up, still a little giddy, and complied. "Kathy, you are to get up on couch and put one knee on each side of his legs and push forward until he can feel your sex against the his penis. I'm going to ask him if he can feel you and until he says so, I'm not starting the timer!"

Kathy and I looked at each other, speechless.

"And," Jayne continued.

"There's more?" Kathy blurted out, hardly daring to believe what she already had heard.

"Yes, when she's against you," Jayne said, turning to me, "you are to hold on to her waist, or," she said smirking, "lower down if you like, so she doesn't fall over."

"Then Kathy, I want you to put your hands behind your head and lean forward so he can touch your breasts with his mouth."

Kathy, totally taken aback, turned at least the sixteen shades of red I had earlier, "You would make me do this?" 

Jayne's answer was immediate, "Absolutely!"

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'm going to tell all of our friends about this game and that you chickened out; it will be all over your high school in no time!"

"You wouldn't dare!" shocked at the prospect of the gossip at her school.

"After tonight, do you really think I wouldn't? But if that's how you feel about it go ahead, try me! Just wait and see how much people will be laughing at you."

"But this isn't fair," she protested, "this is way more than I made you do and besides, it's two dares. I have to touch him with myself down below and then let him kiss my breasts."

"So what, your dare was two part, I had to show myself and then open myself for him, so there was two things. And you don't even have to show everything between your legs to him," Jayne said."

"Yes but this dare involves touching, a lot of touching," Kathy argued.

"That dare you made me do was the most embarrassing thing I've ever had to do in my whole life," Jayne retorted, "you knew how much I liked him, and you still made me show off everything to him after only one kiss, everything!"

She turned to me and said earnestly, "If you had laughed or made jokes, I would have just died!"

I didn't know quite how to say I would have never done that, but the intensity of her statement left me without words. I just nodded gravely.

"I have to think about this," Kathy said hesitantly, "give me a minute."

"Alright, take your time," Jayne replied, and then adding for further effect, "Who knows, you might actually enjoy the dare!"

Jayne sat there, now with a look of triumph, as she saw the huge look of concern on her sister's face.

"And if she does the dare," Jayne said to me, but for sure fully intending her remarks for Kathy, "I want to see the full treatment for her breasts, kissing, sucking, licking, whatever they do in dirty movies. Besides," she said, in a more conspiratorial tone of voice, "I know that boys like to do that, so I figured you wouldn't mind helping me out?"

I nodded my head. How could I refuse! Kathy was looking away, obviously trying to make a decision.

"Maybe soon I might want to have you try the same thing on me," she said suggestively, looking straight into my eyes, "We'll have to see how much Kathy likes it!

My pulse started racing while my insides started melting down.

"But of course only after you have fully practiced on Kathy." she laughed, her eyes dancing with blue fire.

"You don't mind me getting to touch her?" I asked.

"Not tonight; some things just have to be done, you have my permission to enjoy yourself as much as you want," she said playfully, "after all, you have to cooperate or it spoils the game, and rules are rules."

Now she was laughing out loud, and I couldn't help but join her a little.

"OK," Kathy finally said in a resigned tone, "I guess I don't have much choice, since you're blackmailing me."

Kathy looked at me and said, "And you are never, never, ever to tell anyone about this," looking me straight in the eye.

"Swear to God."

"Because otherwise every guy within ten miles will think I'm a slut and an easy lay."

The things these girls knew!

Then Kathy got up and approached the sofa. She put one knee then the other on either side of my legs, and then moved forward until we touched in an intimate fashion.

I could feel the softness and heat on my erection and I began to get quite a bit harder. I sensed that she could feel this too as she shuddered slightly.

Trying to not be too bold, I grasped her at the waist as Jayne had requested. She raised her arms behind her head, looking at me nervously and leaned forward, quite red.

Jayne asked, "Can you feel her?"

"Yes."

"I'll start the timer; have a nice time Kathy," Jayne said sardonically, thoroughly enjoying her revenge.

Gently, slowly, I began to kiss her breasts as Jayne had asked. Then I began to suck on each nipple, alternating between them. They got more and more erect as I marveled at their feel to my tongue. I was surprised to see Kathy close her eyes. As I continued my play, she started to breath deeper and then I was startled to feel some movement down below; she was pushing herself further up into my erection and beginning to move ever so slightly back and forth! I let my hands fall to her hips and helped her. Even though I had absolutely no experience with girls I realized she was becoming aroused. I was amazed how quickly she responded to my attentions to her breasts and the feel of my penis.

Before matters could progress further, the timer went off. She opened her eyes and gave me a smoldering look, getting slowly off me, maybe letting herself rub just a little more than necessary along my penis as she did. I exhaled. The base of my erection was covered with her moisture.

Jayne had seen the reaction by her sister as well, "My, my, Kathy, I think there needn't be any more dares for you tonight or you'll be losing your virginity on the spot!"

Kathy's expression showed her agreement with Jayne's assessment. I think she was as surprised as I was at the intensity of her reaction to the touching we had done.

"And as for you," she remonstrated, wagging a finger at me, and laughing, "I told you to enjoy yourself, not to seduce my little sister right under my nose!"

Kathy was a little unsteady, the combination of alcohol and sexual arousal affecting her. She sat down for a minute to recover, then looked at the two of us and announced softly, "This game is over, and three's a crowd, I'm going to go upstairs."

Finishing her drink, she finally got up and bent over to retrieve her clothes and shoes, giving me an unobstructed view from behind of the special place between her legs. As she stood back up, she gave me a slow wink. I realized that this was her way for making up for the fact that she had seen all of me, but I had not seen all of her. I looked at her and nodded, so she would know that I understood.

"Play nicely children," she said as she disappeared.

We were alone, I on the couch and Jayne on her cushion.

There was a moment of silence, and then she said, "May I ask you something?"

"Of course," I replied.

"When you were looking at me, you know ... there, what were you thinking?"

"I found you to be so much more beautiful than any pictures I had ever seen. I was so grateful that you allowed me to see you, even though I knew how hard it was for you. I wanted to hold you and hug you and tell you that it was all right, you had done something wonderful for me! But Kathy was there and I couldn't. And it was also the most erotic thing I have ever seen, it made me very excited; it was hard to keep control of myself afterwards."

She looked at me, gratefully, "That's what you thought?"

"Yes, I will remember it for the rest of my life."

She got up and came over to the couch and sat in my lap. I could feel the fire where her sex was touching my thigh. "Please kiss me," she whispered.

We locked into our third embrace, and after a long time, I raised a hand to her breast and she shivered as I caressed her.

Then I felt her shift her position on me and take her hand to guide mine down her body over her mound and into the warm place below. I had read that you had to be very gentle so I explored carefully, touching her where I thought her clitoris was and then putting one finger inside her a little. She kissed me even more fiercely and then broke off our kiss and nuzzled her head into my shoulder. I used my wet finger to run up and down everywhere, ending up with it back inside her while my thumb massaged her above. I could feel her breath on my chest becoming ragged and she began to moan. As I continued, she suddenly placed her hand on mine roughly forcing my thumb down onto her. Her legs closed tightly around my hand and I felt little uncontrolled spasms clutching my finger as she made a tiny whimpering noise against my chest. After a few moments I removed my hand and rocked her in my arms. Even without anything to compare to I was sure she had had a climax. As she recovered I tried to put my hand back on her, but she gently stopped me.

"I want more; everything," she whispered, "but we can't tonight, I'll get pregnant.

She continued in a very truthful and serious tone, "You gave me wonderful new feelings, just now."

"But ..." I said in a low voice.

"No, you don't understand," she quietly interrupted me, placing a finger on my lips, "If we do more I am sure that I will lose control of myself and I won't be able to stop and even if you try to stop I know I will make you take me because I want you right now so much more than you can imagine. I am right between my periods; it's too risky; I'll get pregnant for sure."

Unprepared as I was for this night and this situation, I could only reply bleakly: "You're right."

But inside me reason and instinct were at war. I knew she was right; I had only to sweep her back into my arms and smother her with kisses and she would yield to me, quickly and completely. The temptation was intense, I hesitated.

Perhaps sensing the danger, she moved away from me and stood up.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

I sat there, my groin aching.

When she returned she sat on the couch leaning her body against me. I saw she had brought back a small towel.

Before I could protest she said, "Everyone thinks I am such an innocent, but I know a lot about boys and sex from things I've read. Don't be embarrassed, I know you will have to do something about this," she continued, glancing at my penis, "as soon as you can, so do it with me now, together, so I can feel what it's like."

I didn't say anything. I had so many conflicting feelings running through me: embarrassment, desire, disappointment. She placed the towel and then used her hand to gently caress me. In my supercharged sexual state it was only a matter of moments before I erupted into the towel and all over her hand. As my breathing steadied, she gently cleaned both of us off.

I was slumped against her, momentarily spent.

"I had no idea it would feel so powerful." she said, "Better?"

"Yes." I replied, still a little unsure about things.

"Then I think you had best get dressed or I'll change my mind and we'll both end up sorry."

And with that she placed a chaste kiss on my lips and got up.

I pulled on my clothes but she only zipped up her skirt and threw her sweater over her head.

"I am going to take a shower after you leave; too bad you can't join me, but maybe another time if we are more prepared." she giggled a bit, "So a very cold shower is needed I think." She continued in a more serious tone, "I need to think about us and things because of ... well, you know ..." and then her voice trailed off.

The partly spoken promise entered my heart leaving me with hope.

I finished my drink. We headed upstairs to the front door.

"I suppose," she said, "that you now think I am a very fast and wild girl, like the one from the cottage you told us about?"

"I only think," I said solemnly as I put on my coat, "that every time I look into those blue eyes I am a lost soul."

We kissed; a long, long, tender, gentle kiss. As she turned for me to leave I could see a glistening in her eyes, but she gave me a gentle smile as she closed the door.

I walked out into the cold night, not yet a man, but no longer a boy!

The End.