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FIRST FUN AND GAMES

By Chris Warner (previously known as Pen_Name_NZ)

This story is written by Chris Warner, and all copyright and other rights of authorship are retained. It is for ADULTS ONLY and contains sexual material. If you are under 18 years old and/or are offended by sexual material, please stop viewing this page NOW. Readers are permitted to keep a copy for their own personal reference, but this story must not be reposted or in any other way distributed, in any form, without the express permission of the author via the e-mail address given.

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FIRST FUN AND GAMES 1: MICHELLE

My name is David, and my friend Andrew and I have known each other forever (or so it seems). We lived next door to each other during most of primary school. While both of us have moved a few times since, we always lived not far from each other until we finished university. Now we are in our late twenties and live in different cities. But during the period of time I am going to tell you about (when we were in our late teens) we were living with our respective families in the same suburb.

Andrew and I have always been thought of as being like twins. We were in and out of each other�s houses so often, we were practically adopted into each other�s families. We hung out together all the time at school, to the point that I doubt people could think of us as separate people. As for our relationships with our classmates, we got on well with most people. Our high school was a surprisingly friendly place. We had good senses of humour, and most people thought we were a bit of a laugh. We got good grades, and I guess we were a bit nerdy, but the teasing we got was fairly good-natured. One time we were actually bullied by a couple of jerks for a few weeks. Nothing dramatic happened to end it � it just became obvious that everyone else wanted us left alone, and we were fine after that.

The thing was, during the first few years of high school, Andrew and I were both becoming shorter. More accurately, we were both late developers. Our male classmates were all getting taller, deeper voices, pubic hair, and girlfriends. Andrew and I were being left behind according to all these criteria. As can often happen, people stopped taking us seriously. The girls all thought we were cute, but only in a �cuddly toy� kind of way. None of them seemed to consider the idea of dating either of us. And as time went on, while everyone else�s social lives started to include going to parties, no one thought to include us. We just weren�t taken seriously.

At the start of our second last year of high school, when we had both just turned 16, people would mistake us for 13 or 14. Then part way through that year puberty caught up with Andrew, but it was quite a few more agonising months before I started seeing any changes in myself. By that time, the die seemed cast. I started to think of myself as a nice, good-humoured, reasonably well liked freak - a misfit, doomed to be one of those childlike men. In the end, we both ended up being reasonably tall, and I guess reasonably good looking. However, by habit as much as anything, our place on the fringe of the social scene remained much the same. My friendship with Andrew was still good, but I wondered if it would survive a looming threat. You see, at the start of our final year in high school, Andrew got himself a girlfriend.

Michelle was gorgeous. She was a year younger than us, and went to the local single-sex school. She was petite, with longish wavy auburn hair. She reminded me a lot of Alyson Hannigan. She was full of life, with a great sense of humour. She could be cheeky and playful at times, while at other times hold her own in intelligent conversations. To be honest, I was incredibly jealous of Andrew, as I knew I was developing a strong crush on his girl.

One moment among many stands out in my mind. A simple moment, over in a few seconds. One day, when Michelle was wearing a simple outfit of jeans and a shirt, she crouched down to pick the TV remote up off the floor and I could clearly see the top of a g-string pop up over the top of her jeans. My heart seemed to stop, and I had to fight hard to control my breathing. On a girl who in all other respects seemed so innocent, the sight of it was unbearably sexy. I had never imagined she would wear anything other than plain sensible underwear, maybe with a bit of lace, or with pictures of flowers or hearts. No other image since then of a woman in a g-string has ever matched that moment for its sheer intensity.

When I say Michelle seemed innocent, that was true. She could certainly be flirtatious at times, but if there was anything more going on with Andrew it wasn�t obvious. She and Andrew were unbearably cute at times. They would hold hands when walking or watch movies with their arms round each other, or they would tickle each other and have play fights. They would give each other little kisses, but nothing long or intense when I was around. Sometimes I would be included in the tickling or play fights, which only increased the feelings of torment I was feeling. As for other activities between the two of them, I had absolutely no idea. Andrew never mentioned anything to me, and although I was incredibly curious about what was going on, I could never ask him about it.

This is normally the point of the story where one laments the loss of a friendship as the friend forgets you exist because he�s always off with his girlfriend. However, this was not the case. I saw a great deal of both of them. One reason for this was that I had a car. Since I was thirteen I had been working holidays at a retail store managed by my uncle, stacking shelves to start with before slowly graduating to customer service. The other reason for this was Michelle�s slightly protective mother, who didn�t like the idea of her daughter spending too much time alone with one guy. Somehow it seemed safer to her even with just one other guy tagging along. We would do normal kid�s stuff. We watched videos at each other�s houses, we played minigolf, we went swimming (man she looked hot in her bikini) and went bowling (she even looked hot in bowling shoes � how smitten was I?).

Little did I know (although subconsciously a large part of me hoped) that these relationships would lead to my first significant sexual experiences. The turning point came when the three of us went camping after the end of the school year.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 2: THE CAMPING TRIP

I�m still surprised that we were allowed to go camping together at all. I guess there was no problem with Andrew and I going. We were eighteen, and although we still lived under the watchful eye of our parents, we had both just finished high school and were going to university next year. No one could have argued that we shouldn�t go camping.

However, it could easily have been a different story for Andrew�s girlfriend Michelle. She was a year younger than us, and let�s face it, she was proposing to go camping with two guys. However, she and Andrew had been going out for almost a year, and absolutely no alarm bells had been ringing. There was no sign of drugs or drinking. Our school results were if anything getting better, particularly Michelle�s. As for any �physical relations� between the two of them, it was hard to be suspicious of them doing anything. The three of us had been hanging out together for much of the year, and we just seemed so tame, that our plan to go camping just flew in under the radar.

Just so that you know, I�ll tell you a few details about how things work here in New Zealand. The school year ends in November/December, which is the start of summer. At eighteen, Andrew and I are legally allowed to buy alcohol. And since I have already hinted at where this story is headed, I am sure it won�t pre-empt things too much if I mention here that the legal age in New Zealand where one can have sex is 16. As an untouched 18-year-old, the law didn�t have anything to worry about with me.

As I mentioned, sitting around getting drunk wasn�t really our thing. However, for our trip we decided to buy a crate of beers and some wine to help enhance the feeling that we were letting our hair down and leaving our childhoods behind. We didn�t have to worry about carrying the weight of the drink. Although New Zealand is renowned for its many beautiful tramping tracks, we were driving all the way to our camping spot. Our destination was an inland lake that has a dirt road around the edge of most of it. There are a few established camping spots with tap water and rudimentary toilets, but there are plenty of great spots in other places where you can be alone. You just have to drive a short distance if you need to refill the water containers or make some �serious� use of the toilets. We pitched our three-man tent and connected up our fluorescent light and small camping fridge to the car battery. Although we had a gas cooker, we still built a campfire to sit around at night. Sadly, because of my job, we were only there for two nights.

All in all, the set up was sweet, and our trip away would have been completely relaxing if it hadn�t been for the ongoing tension I was feeling due to the huge crush I had on Michelle. Things were going from bad to worse. We spent most of the first afternoon in our swimsuits, and Michelle looked simply luscious in her bikini. It was a fluorescent green that constantly drew the eye to it. The triangles that made up the top were ideal for displaying her moderate sized breasts, and while the top seemed well lined, the bulge caused by her nipples could sometimes be detected. The sense of freedom we were all feeling was having an effect on my friends. There was a fair amount of play fighting in the water involving us all, but mostly between the two of them.

At one point that afternoon I suggested we crack open our first cans of beer, which I went to get out of the cooler. As I returned they were locked in a long, passionate kiss, and I could clearly see Andrew�s hands cupping Michelle�s ass cheeks. I was quite stunned � this was the first time I had witnessed anything so overtly sexual between them, and I wondered afresh about what they might be getting up to when I wasn�t with them. I desperately wished it were me, not Andrew, kissing and fondling her there in the water. There was a few seconds of awkward silence when they became aware of my return. Then Michelle giggled, pushed Andrew away, and grabbed a beer out of my hand. Andrew was blushing.

Things were relatively normal for the rest of the evening. We got dressed before dinner and had a few drinks, but our conversations became silly, not sexual. As the fire died down, we started talking about plans for going to bed. Specifically, we were planning how we would get changed and into our sleeping bags modestly. The consensus was that Michelle would get changed first, and then we would trust her to not peek at us while we changed. So Michelle ventured into the tent. As Andrew and I sat there staring into the embers, I looked up and noticed Michelle�s silhouette on the wall of the tent as she got changed. There wasn�t anything remarkable about her changing the bottom half, as she was sitting down, but changing the top half was something else. There was the unmistakable image of her pulling her top off over her head and then undoing her bra. For a few brief seconds she turned side on, and the shadow from her breasts was heart stopping. I was transfixed. At this point Andrew coughed meaningfully � I was caught. However, he had a huge grin on his face and he just said �Nice, eh?�

I relaxed slightly and managed to reply �Very!�

Michelle, who was now pulling her pyjama top on over her head, hadn�t heard any of this clearly and asked, �What are you saying?�

Andrew grinned at me again and replied, �Nothing.�

It was then Andrew�s and my turn to get ready for bed, which felt very awkward for me. Firstly, I didn�t want Andrew to see that I had an erection from watching his girlfriend get changed. And secondly, it was very weird to know that all Michelle had to do was roll over in order to see me change. Just as I was pulling my underpants off, suddenly Michelle whistled. I look up startled, but Michelle was still facing the wall, giggling quietly to herself. She had been having us on, and her timing had been incredible.

Andrew turned the light out and we made ourselves comfortable in our beds. Naturally enough, Andrew was sleeping in the middle. Despite the beers, I was too on edge to sleep as I ran through the events of the day in my mind. I could picture Michelle in her bikini, and her silhouette on the tent wall. I recalled Andrew�s hands on her bottom, and my own physical contact with her in the water, mostly just contact with her arms and legs as we played. I even recalled the times when she wandered off into the bushes to relieve herself. The knowledge that she was doing something so intimate, in the outdoors, such a short distance away with just a few shrubs separating us, was for me incredibly sexy. My penis was rock hard, and my hand was absent-mindedly stroking it.

As I lay there, I became aware of other noises coming from my companions. They were obviously trying extremely hard not to make any sound, but they were given away by some quiet but steadily rhythmical rustling of their sleeping bags, and some irregularities with their breathing, with the occasional quiet gasp. I had no idea who was doing what to whom, or even if there was more than one of them �active�. Again I felt a stab of jealousy, but at the same time I allowed myself to picture Michelle in my mind and I focussed on the idea of her becoming excited and receiving pleasure, even if it wasn�t me who was able to give her this pleasure myself. My hand movements on my penis became more purposeful, and it wasn�t long before I, with a desperate attempt to remain silent, emptied a huge load into my sleeping bag. I did not hear whether or not anyone else got off that night. The intensity of my climax, together with the effects of the alcohol catching up with me, meant that I fell asleep almost immediately, despite my wet sleeping bag.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 3: ATMOSPHERE CHANGE.

When I awoke the next morning, Andrew and Michelle were sleeping soundly. There was no evidence of anything happening between them the previous night. Their clothes and sleeping bags appeared as they should be. They weren�t even touching each other as they lay there. I grabbed a few clothes out of my pack and slipped out of the tent, still wrapped up in my sleeping bag. Once outside, I quickly examined my pyjamas and sleeping bag for any embarrassing evidence of my climax last night, but everything looked surprisingly normal. The colours hid the evidence well.

Maybe it was because of the feeling of freedom being away from home in the outdoors, or maybe it was more to do with the heightened sexual stirring I was feeling, but my sense of relief was soon replaced by a sense of daring. With my companions still fast asleep, and no one else within a mile of our campsite, I had this incredible urge to go skinny-dipping. In an instant I had made up my mind. Even though I felt a surge of fear go through me, and my heart was pumping overtime, I knew I would regret it if I didn�t give it a go. Acting with great haste, I took my clothes and my towel and arranged them at the water�s edge. Then, following a very brief pause, I pulled my pyjamas off and hurried into the water.

I hadn�t counted on the water being so cold, and I let out a few involuntary gasps. Then, trying to swim as quietly as I could, I set myself the challenge of swimming to the old boat mooring near the point and back. As I returned to the beach, I was just about to rush out and grab my towel when an instinct made me take a closer look in the direction of the tent. Sure enough, there looking out the doorway of the tent were Andrew and Michelle, with big smiles on their faces. When they saw that I had spotted them, they both laughed out loud.

�Having fun?� called Andrew.

�Forgotten something David?� laughed Michelle, pointing to a nearby log. Of course there on the log, where I left it to dry last night, was my swimsuit.

As I hid in the water, and they laughed at me from the tent, we were at a bit of an impasse. They had just woken up, and weren�t thinking too sharply yet. That was soon to change. It was Andrew who suddenly realised �Hey, we should grab his clothes.�

Michelle started clambering out of the tent and running towards my towel and clothes. Of course I was far closer, but I had to move fast. Although the shrinkage caused by the cold water meant I could probably cover myself with one hand, I used both hands so as not to appear inadequate. When I reached my clothes, Michelle was not far away. I made a quick decision not to grab the towel, figuring that if she then grabbed my clothes I would be in a very vulnerable position. So instead I turned by back (and bare bottom) towards Michelle, grabbed my shorts, and pulled them with difficulty onto my wet body just as Michelle reached me. She was laughing and cheering at my embarrassment, which was only getting worse by the fact that my shorts were clinging to me quite obscenely. She quickly grabbed my towel, my shirt and my underpants (which again caused my heart to skip a beat knowing that she was holding something so intimate of mine) and headed back to camp.

Michelle and Andrew insisted that breakfast could not wait another minute, so I was forced to endure over half an hour more teasing before I could escape. Michelle wanted me to tell her why I had decided to swim naked, and kept recounting the dash for my clothes, including frequent claims that she had �seen everything�. She even gave me a couple of playful smacks on my bottom. With all of this my penis started to come back to life. I was very conscious of it becoming erect in my shorts, which were still wet and clinging to me without the added barrier of my underpants. At one point it was obvious she was staring at my package, then she caught my eye and arched her eyebrows before giggling again. Thankfully she didn�t say anything more as I was already blushing profusely. However, it was obvious that she was becoming aware of the effect she was having on me, and was relishing it.

After breakfast had finished, I indicated that I intended to go to the toilet. Sensing that the time for teasing was over, they didn�t object when I grabbed my towel and clothes and headed off into the bushes. As I disappeared, Andrew called out �Don�t be long�, and I could hear Michelle giggle again. In normal circumstances it would be uncharacteristic of Andrew to imply anything suggestive. However, as things were developing, I was scared of being teased some more if I took a suspicious amount of time getting dressed. So while the temptation to masturbate was unbearable, I dressed and hurried back to camp unfulfilled.

There was a definite change in the atmosphere that day. Whereas the previous day we had gotten dressed during the breaks in the swimming, today Michelle stayed in her bikini all day, even when she asked me to drive her down the road to use the toilet. She and Andrew were very touchy-feely all day. His hands and body were frequently brushing over her breasts or buttocks, and vice versa. It was obvious there was no let-up in anyone�s arousal. They continued to verbally tease me during the day for my naked swim. Mostly this consisted of little comments loaded with innuendo - comments like �You�ve got a great future ahead of you in SHOW business�, or �I see your point, or at least I did this morning�. It was all great fun, and it actually made me feel closer to them rather than alienated from them.

With Michelle, it didn�t stop with just verbal teasing. Little touches continued during the day, particularly when we were all swimming. At one point we were playing piggy-in-the middle in the lake (another example of the childish fun that characterised our friendships, which didn�t rely on alcohol). Michelle, who was in the middle, kept backing into me, deliberately rubbing her bottom into my crotch. On another occasion she was swimming through both Andrew�s and my legs, and she deliberately rubbed the top of her head in my crotch. From Andrew�s reaction, he was obviously getting the same treatment. As the day went on, our attempts at concealing our ever-present erections were becoming increasingly futile, and Michelle seemed to be revelling in seeing the effectiveness of her words and actions.

Any doubts that these touches weren�t accidental were dispelled towards the end of the afternoon when Michelle suddenly grabbed at my penis through my swimsuit. �I just needed to check that you were appropriately dressed, young man� she said in a school teacher voice. �The last thing we need is another debacle like this morning.�

She looked me in the eye and held a serious expression for several seconds before she dissolved into a fit of giggles and swam off towards Andrew. I was both exhilarated and scared at the same time as I looked over towards them, particularly at Andrew. I had no idea what his reaction would be. Although he probably hadn�t been able to see her hand, he would have heard her comment and made the logical guess. However, he was laughing along with Michelle, and seemed particularly amused by the dumbfounded look on my face. I�m sure he was probably thinking to himself �wow, aren�t I lucky to have such a hot girlfriend?� And since he was still receiving far more attention from Michelle than I was, he had every right to think that. However, I was still scared that it might not take much for him to suddenly become jealous, with not just our holiday but our whole friendship in ruins. It was this fear that ensured I remained a perfect gentleman in my interactions with Michelle. While I was an active participant in the verbal banter and innuendo, as much as I was dying to I had not crossed the physical line of copping a feel or anything else either of them might take offence to. This dilemma of how to act would be pushed to the extreme that evening.

FIRST FUN AND GAMES 4: A SWIM IN THE DARK.

Hunger and the sun lowering in the sky forced us out of the water to get dressed and prepare the dinner. For the first time since Michelle had changed into her bikini alone in the tent that morning, she started to cover up. However, in the spirit of the day, she chose a far more risqu� option that continued to ratchet up the sexual tension in the camp. Quite simply, she decided to get changed outside the tent. She pulled her T-shirt on over her head and down to her waist. Then, before pushing her arms out through the sleeves, she rummaged around inside the T-shirt and her bikini top dropped to the ground. Her nipples poked out prominently through the material of her top, and neither Andrew nor I did much to avoid the view. Michelle�s next step was to grab a short skirt out of her bag and pull it on. Then, facing us, she reached up carefully under the back of her skirt and pulled down her bikini bottoms. Then, much to our continued astonishment, she immediately started organizing our dinner.

If Andrew had accused me of ogling his girlfriend that evening, it would have been impossible to deny the charge. My eyes were constantly drawn to the points of her nipples, which seemed more prominent in her t-shirt than they had been in her bikini. And it was agonising knowing that it was only the material of her short skirt that stood between my eyes and a view of her naked pussy. While I was desperate not to be caught staring, I was equally determined not to miss anything, particularly whenever she sat down or stood up again. However, Michelle was clearly a girl who knew how to get away with a short skirt. Whenever I thought I stood a chance of getting an eyeful, a deft turn of her legs or a skilled hand on the skirt always denied me the view I was hoping for. Once or twice she would catch my hopeful glances and give me a knowing smile, secure in the knowledge that I was just a pawn in her games.

As Michelle and Andrew cooked the dinner I rebuilt the fire, and our supply of alcohol was doing its part in maintaining a fun mood. We had two logs to sit on, one on each side of the fire. It was getting darker as we sat down to eat. Andrew sat on one log and I sat on the other. When Michelle came to sit down, I was somewhat surprised when she sat down beside me. She began asking me a series of questions. She started by asking regular questions, such as which papers I was planning to do next year at university, places I�d been to on holidays, and other stuff like that. I complained that this was feeling like an interrogation, so we agreed to an informal arrangement of asking tit-for-tat questions. Her questions started to get more personal, such as whether I had ever had a girlfriend (no) or had ever seriously kissed a girl (again no), and had I ever viewed porn (yes). While this was going on her touching continued � draping her arm over my shoulders for a time, and occasionally resting a hand on my thigh. While I kept my questions for her fairly tame most of the time, I did allow myself one or two more personal questions before I took a big risk and asked her what her bra cup-size was. Her face turned red and she looked down at the ground for a while before answering �They�re only a B�.

She looked nervously at me as if seeking reassurance, which prompted me to blurt out �There�s nothing wrong with a B�. Michelle�s smile returned immediately.

I began to worry about what Andrew was thinking of all this, as he had become quite quiet. Then, with a sudden realization, I worked out exactly what was going on. Michelle had been sitting with her legs apart, and Andrew from his position opposite her was getting the full show that I had been denied even a glimpse of. Considering how careful she had been with her skirt earlier, I had no doubt her display was deliberate. My feelings of relief were drowned in fresh pangs of jealousy as it hit home that she was definitely his girl, not mine.

My bra size question had seemed to introduce a slight nervousness to our gathering, so it was then that we noticed it was starting to cool off some more now. Michelle announced that she was going to get into her sleeping bag. Sadly the angle of the light this time denied us the shadow puppet display of the previous evening. She rummaged around inside the tent for a few minutes before coming out again wearing her pyjamas and inside her sleeping bag. She shuffled over to the cooler to grab a beer, then came and sat down next to Andrew. We decided to follow her lead, so a few minutes later we too were sitting by the fire in our pyjamas and sleeping bags with fresh beers in our hands.

The added warmth and alcohol soon rekindled the conversation, and the questioning resumed with Michelle referring back to my skinny-dipping adventure of that morning. She cheekily stating that she had been wondering all day what �cup-size� my underpants were. I was dumbfounded, and completely failed to come up with either a serious or a funny response. The look on my face must have been priceless, because they both burst into hysterical laughter.

Once they had composed themselves, I took the opportunity to ask Michelle if she had ever been skinny-dipping before (not since early childhood), and she asked both Andrew and I the same question with the same results. As the night continued to get darker, Michelle pestered me to explain what made me want to swim naked. While I steered clear of any mention of the sexual electricity I had been feeling, I talked a bit about enjoying an enormous sense of freedom due to leaving school and spending a few days away from my family and responsibilities. I talked a bit about coming of age, and not wanting to regret wasted opportunities. And as we talked, there was a growing realization that we were all excited by the idea of skinny-dipping, to the point that we just knew that it was going to happen. It was just a matter of working out who was brave enough to initiate something.

It was so dark now that we knew that, beyond the range of the fire, it would be nearly impossible to see anything. So when Michelle suggested that we just move away from the fire to undress, Andrew and I protested that there was no point in doing it if there was absolutely no chance of anyone seeing anyone else. However, the idea of doing �1,2,3, go� seeming fraught with problems, with everyone having the will they/won�t they doubts. The situation was resolved when I suggested a game to help get things moving. After a brief discussion, it was decided we would have a game of rock/paper/scissors. We were each wearing two piece pyjamas and our sleeping bags. We decided that the loser of each hand would lose one item. When a person lost their last item (presumably their sleeping bag), they were to stand up next to the fire, drop their sleeping bag and step out of it, and then run for safety into the darkness and the water.

With three handed rock/paper/scissors, each round finishes in one of three scenarios. You can have a stalemate (with everyone choosing the same or with everyone choosing differently), or one person can defeat the other two, or two people can defeat the other one. Our game started with four stalemates before any clothes came off. Andrew was our first loser, and he took off his top and placed it next to him on the log. Michelle lost next, and decided to take off her pyjama pants. Despite her mild exhibitionism during the day, we know Michelle to be quite competitive. She had chosen the sensible option, as taking off her top first would have meant risking the exposure of her breasts if she were later trying to take off her pants inside her sleeping bag.

The next winner was Michelle, causing me to lose my top and Andrew his pants. He was now just one loss away from being the first loser. This happened the very next round, as I defeated them both with my scissors beating their paper. We looked at Andrew expectantly. He took a few deep breaths before standing up and quickly dropping his sleeping bag and scampering away. We both got a clear view of his erect penis and then his buttocks as he headed off towards the lake, and we clearly heard his screams as he hit the cold water. Michelle whistled and cheered, while I enjoyed a good laugh at his expense. While I had no particular interest in seeing his body, I was acutely aware that the next loser would be giving a similar show to the winner. The stakes were high.

As I turned to face Michelle, I noticed that she had used the distraction to remove her top. I inwardly cursed myself for missing this, because while seeing Andrew run away naked had been amusing, this wouldn�t have compared with the opportunity of watching Michelle trying to take off her top inside her sleeping bag, trying not to give me a glimpse of her breasts.

�Right� she said bravely. �All I have to do is win twice in a row�. The game began again with what seemed like a dozen stalemates. The tension continued to mount, and Andrew began complaining loudly from the lake. As I mentioned, Michelle can be competitive, and each round saw a fierce look of determination on her face. Then it happened � I won! Her look of determination turned into a look of horror as the loss hit home, and she let out an anguished groan. Then the look of horror seemed to melt away as she accepted the loss, and the look of confident flirtatiousness that she had been wearing for most of the day started to light up her face. I knew she wasn�t going to back out now.

Michelle stood up and let her sleeping bag fall to her feet. She stood there in the firelight for just a fraction of a second longer than one would have expected, and the image of her body was etched into my brain. Her breasts stood proud, and her nipples jutted out with excitement and/or coldness. The fuzz of hair between her legs was just visible, although her stance and the poor light denied any further detail. Then she was gone, running down the sand, her bottom briefly visible before it was enveloped in the darkness. I could hear her make what sounded like a war cry as she approached the water, but that soon turned to screams when she got wet.

Once she was in the water, I got out of my sleeping bag and pulled off my pants. Of course, Andrew and Michelle could see me from the water, and Michelle let out a whistle for good measure, but I knew she was too far away to make out any details. My erection seemed huge given the situation, but in reality it was nothing more than a healthy average size.

I�m glad we already knew that the beach and the bed of the lake were safe enough, because once I had gone a short distance from the fire it was extremely difficult to see anything. Eventually my feet and then my legs got wet, and I dropped into the water to get it over and done with. I didn�t scream like the others had, but my whimpering caused by the sudden shock wasn�t any better. My erection quickly disappeared, and the cold together with the effects of being turned on for most of the day combined to cause intense pain in my balls.

Michelle had found Andrew by following the sound of his calls. I had worried that they might want to be left alone, but their need to keep warm had curtailed any immediate romantic urges. Instead, revenge was on their mind. As I was between them and the fire, they could see where I was. Andrew said, �Get him�, and they both pounced. I was wrestled under the water by them both, and when I came up for air Andrew had me in a fairly effective grip, leaving Michelle free to start tickling me with both hands. Her fingers danced over my stomach and chest, including flicking my nipples a few times, and at other times her hands wandered down my legs, mostly tickling behind my knees and down further to my feet, but also occasionally tickling my inner thighs.

I had one hand free from Andrew�s grip, which meant I could choose between trying to break his hold or trying to fend off Michelle. I chose the later, and used my free hand to tickle her in return, which forced her to devote at least one hand, and sometimes both, to defence. I mostly concentrated on her stomach and sides. One of her legs was between my legs, and I could feel it rubbing on my thigh just above my knee. Again, I felt an incredible dilemma in trying to work out where the line was that I shouldn�t cross. Let�s face it, the completely naked girl I was having a tickle fight with was my best friend�s girl, and he was right there. At one point, pretty much by accident, my hand found itself holding one of her breasts. It took me a second to work out what I was holding, and I let go in horror fearing that she would complain. Instead, she just put on her school teacher voice and said �Naughty, naughty boy!� while at the same time her leg slid up between mine and her knee exerted telling pressure on my groin for several seconds before she withdrew it.

Then as quickly as it had started, the play fight was over. Andrew released me and grabbed Michelle instead. However, their embrace was more loving than playful, and they started to kiss. I felt it was best to leave them to it. I wandered back up the beach, dried off quickly in front of the dying fire, wandered briefly into the bushes for a piss, and then climbed naked into my sleeping bag and went inside the tent. My mind and body were in turmoil. I had just touched my first breast, but it wasn�t me out there kissing the owner of that breast.

FIRST FUN AND GAMES 5: INTO THE TENT

Michelle and Andrew didn�t stay long in the water. The water would have quickly sapped the heat generated by the tickle fight, and I could hear them complaining about the cold as they dried off outside. It certainly didn�t seem like they were bothering to conceal their nakedness from each other, and I continued to curse my rotten luck that she was with him instead of me. Like I had, they also wandered into the bushes to go to the toilet, and I could tell that at least they still did that separately. Andrew came through the door of the tent in his sleeping bag, followed closely by Michelle. He flopped down onto the floor, and to my surprise, instead of lying down on the other side of Andrew where she had slept the previous night, Michelle flopped down between the two of us, just inches away from me. I was excited by the fact that she might be naked in her sleeping bag, and my penis started to come back to life. (It�s just as well I didn�t dwell on the fact they might have put their pyjamas on, as I would then feel really silly in the morning).

I was lying very still on my side facing the middle of the tent. Although it was almost totally dark, it is amazing what you can �see� using your senses. I could sense Michelle roll over on top of Andrew, and I could hear them kissing, passionately at times, while at other times quiet and sensitive. From the rustling I could hear, it sounded like hands were exploring either inside or outside of their sleeping bags. I wasn�t pretending to snore or anything like that. I was just lying there silently, and I wondered if they just forget I was there.

Eventually Michelle rolled off Andrew back to where she had been lying between him and me. I was fairly sure that she was lying on her back. Their activities did not end there. More from sound and movement than from sight, I was fairly sure that Andrew�s hand was deep inside Michelle�s sleeping bag. And although I had no way of knowing, I sensed that her hand was deep inside his. The pattern was much the same as the previous night � rhythmical rustling and one or other of them occasionally catching their breath.

Then something happened that caused me to catch my breath. Michelle�s hand on the side closest to me suddenly landed on my shoulder. Then, incredibly slowly, it inched its way across to my chest before heading south. I squirmed with anticipating as her hand worked its way across my stomach. My penis, which was already hard from listening to their activities, started to ache slightly. Her fingers worked their way into my pubic hair, and spent what seemed like ages gently rubbing my hair and pelvic bone, teasing me about whether or not she would go the next step to where I really wanted it. I believed she was probably smiling to herself again, giving me another reminder that I was just a pawn in her games.

Then her hand finally completed its journey to my penis, and it was all I could do not to gasp or moan out loud. Her hand explored it for a while, as if she was surveying its size and shape. Her hand went down to my scrotum and balls, then out to the tip. I know that Andrew and I are both circumcised, so there was nothing too unusual for her to find. After she seemed satisfied with her survey, she gripped it in her hand and started stroking it. The sensation was amazing. Since infancy, the only hand that had touched my penis was my own, and I figured I knew my way around it pretty well. But Michelle didn�t seem to be a novice � she seemed to know exactly what would feel good, and I knew I wouldn�t last long. I heard Andrew give an almost imperceptible groan following by sigh, and I knew that he had reached his happy ending. However, I could sense that his hand was still hard at work on Michelle. Her hand would falter and pause at times as she became distracted by her own feelings.

With the events of the day, I�m surprised that I lasted as long as I did, which still probably wasn�t more than just a few minutes. The pressure mounted until I could hold it back no longer, before it exploded over the side of my stomach and onto Michelle�s hand. The intensity of my orgasm was felt deep within my balls, and I felt light headed and euphoric.

Michelle started slowly and deliberately wiping her hand on my chest. Then, when she had cleaned herself sufficiently, she reached for my hand and took it across to her mouth and gently kissed it. Then she returned my hand back to my side, but I wouldn�t let her release it. Instead, I gave it a �thank you� squeeze.

Michelle�s hand began squeezing mine back, but I felt it had less to do with communicating with me than being a result of her own mounting excitement. As my head cleared, I began to worry about whether or not I was expected to do something in return. Did she want me to touch her now? What would she do if I tried? Carefully I let go of her hand and let my hand wander slowly up towards her shoulder on its way to her chest. Her answer came soon enough. Her free hand intercepted mine, took it again to her mouth for a quick kiss, and then returned it to me. At that moment her hand started squeezing my hand tightly, and her arm was trembling. Her breathing, which had been very quiet but still noticeably ragged, stopped completely for a moment before eventually resuming in a slower and heavier fashion. She had been satisfied also.

Michelle let go of my hand and rolled over to kiss Andrew, and then settled down with her arm across his body and her back to me. I lifted my hand up and spent a few moments letting my hand gently caress her back and run through her hair, as a gesture of gratitude to the woman who had given me my first sexual experience. I was realistic enough to know that it was little more than charity on her part. She was with Andrew, and I know that remained her preference. However, for all the fun and games, there was still a genuine affection there between us, a strange but very special bond. On one hand I wondered if I would ever get over my crush on her. But on the other hand, I felt an inexplicable feeling of release from its power. Although I was sure Andrew didn�t know what just went on, and hadn�t had the opportunity to consent or protest, I felt a renewed sense of how special my friendship with him was, and gratitude that he had (albeit unknowingly) shared his girl with me. He certainly deserved to be happy with her, and I knew I didn�t want to compete with him. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered if I would ever be as lucky in love as he was.

FIRST FUN AND GAMES 6: KIRSTY

When I woke up the next morning, the final morning of our short camping holiday, I found that both Andrew and Michelle had already woken and left the tent. I thought that at least I didn�t have to worry about being teased for being naked again, as I hadn�t put my pyjamas back on after our skinny-dipping the previous evening.

The morning went uneventfully for us all, and no mention was made of the events of the previous day. There had been a change in the weather, so none of us felt like swimming. I had to do an evening shift at work starting that afternoon, so we had to start packing up straight after breakfast. Any fears that there would be awkwardness were quickly dispelled, as our conversations ranged happily over TV and movies, music, school and university, parents, and food. It was like the previous few days had just been a dream. The state of my sleeping bag, however, testified to the fact it wasn�t a dream. I knew I would be putting on my dark glasses and taking it to a dry cleaner on the other side of town and leaving it with them under a false name.

My summer job limited the time we spent together over the holidays. Although I now knew that Andrew and Michelle were sexually active when they were alone together, they never avoided opportunities for the three of us to hang out together. I still lusted after Michelle, some days more than others, so I could never say that we had a brother/sister-like relationship, but its defining characteristic was a strong bond of good old-fashioned affection. More importantly, my friendship with Andrew was as strong as ever. My feelings of envy and jealousy had mostly gone, to be replaced by more general feelings of loneliness and incompleteness.

We all want to be considered sexually desirable, to be someone that other people want to be sexual with. This was the need I felt with Michelle, and no doubt the same applied to her. When I was younger I had assumed that if you were in a secure relationship then you stopped worrying about what other people thought of you. As I grew older, I knew enough to know that this wasn�t the case. I could appreciate the thrill Michelle had gotten from knowing she was turning me on. I was confident she was attracted to me, but her relationship with Andrew was something special. This mutual recognition was enough for us now, and reduced the need we felt to act on it. She and Andrew had their special relationship, and I knew that sexual activity would never be enough in itself for me. I wanted a special relationship too.

When I met Kirsty just a couple of months later, I almost didn�t trust my attraction to her. I was a complex mixture of emotions. Nothing about our camping trip had really affected my deep-seated belief that women just didn�t consider me boyfriend material. If anything, I was more conscious of a pervasive neediness. It seemed too easy for my first real girlfriend to just be sitting across the table in a psychology lab.

Michelle had begun her last year at school in late January, and Andrew and I started university in late February. New Zealand doesn�t have them same system of scholarships that they have in the USA. Instead we have a partially dismantled welfare state that gives student allowances to students from poorer families, while students from wealthier families are expected to be supported by their parents and/or take out student loans to support themselves. As you might have guessed, I was planning to do a political science degree. Andrew was going into computer science. As we didn�t fall into the �poorer families� category, our parents and ourselves always assumed that we would continue to live at home and go to the local university in our city.

It was going to be weird adjusting to doing different classes to Andrew, so we arranged to do one psychology paper together. Included in the course was a weekly lab programme where we would attempt to replicate a variety of experiments in groups of four. At the first lab, Andrew and I sat down together at a table near the front, where we were joined by a guy from Singapore called Joseph, and Kirsty.

Kirsty was a first year student from a small country town about five hours away to the south. She had applied for a room in the halls of residence (i.e. dorms) but had missed out, so she was boarding with an older couple nearby where she slept in a room attached to their garage. She didn�t really know anyone here. She was doing a variety of social science papers, with the view to going on to become a social worker, or psychologist, or similar. Kirsty was about the same height as me (about 5� 10�), with gorgeous curves enhancing her bust, waist, hips and bum. She had long blond hair that she usually pulled back into a ponytail when in class, but which she would style and wear down when going out.

Kirsty and I clicked right from the start. Our lab experiments were full of laughter � a lot of it at the expense of poor old Joseph who was sadly out of his depth. We mocked him in a good mannered way, and then happily covered for him in our lab reports. Andrew kept on telling me he thought Kirsty fancied me, and telling me I should ask her out, but I wouldn�t believe him or follow his advice.

In the end it was Andrew who asked her out (so to speak). He told her that he and Michelle and I were going ice skating, and did she want to come �to stop David from getting lonely�. I was mortified. Not only had he taken the liberty of making me a target for potential rejection, but he had invited her to go ice skating. Ice skating was something that Andrew and Michelle and I still enjoyed doing, but Kirsty had spoken several times about the kinds of things she got up to with her old �drinking buddies� in her home town. I assumed that she would laugh in our faces, so I was stunned when she readily accepted.

We had fun too. Lots of fun. Our ice skating evening led to many other outings, all of a similar harmless nature. Kirsty slotted easily into our group and our unique sense of fun. Kirsty and Michelle became very close, and started spending time together without us guys. When all four of us were together, we seemed for all the world like two couples double-dating. And after a while, Kirsty and I started to see more of each other without the other two. However, while it seemed that we were going out together, our relationship didn�t develop a physical side. I was definitely attracted to her, but I wasn�t confident enough to make a move on her. And as she seemed happy for things to stay platonic, this just confirmed in my mind my fears that no woman would take me seriously.

FIRST FUN AND GAMES 7: WORKING THINGS OUT.

Andrew and I never talked about sexual stuff. This may seem unusual, but it was the way our friendship was. So I was surprised when he told me one day that I was lucky to have Kirsty, and that I should thank her on his behalf. I had no idea what this meant, but he wouldn�t elaborate. So the next time I was around at Kirsty�s place, I told her what Andrew had said. It turns out that Michelle had spoken to Kirsty about problems in her sex life with Andrew, and that Kirsty had given her some great advice. It was this that Andrew wanted to thank her for. Our conversation led to a deeper discussion of Kirsty�s sexual past. She had been with four different men, all of whom were a few years older than she had been.

In my mind, this discussion only confirmed my suspicion that she could never really want a relationship with a boy like me, so I backed away from spending so much time with her. I was therefore surprised when she rang me sounding upset and asked me around for a talk. After a long and difficult conversation, I soon realised that I had leapt to a number of wrong conclusions. It turns out that she had regretted much of her sexual past. She had felt pressured, and felt that she had lost her innocence too early. She had seen her relationship with me as a perfect opportunity to start afresh, and she had genuinely enjoyed our time together. She told me she had seen our relationship as something really special. However, since our earlier discussion which caused me to back off, she assumed that I thought of her as a slut. Apparently I had broken her heart.

I started sharing some of my own experiences of relationships (or the lack thereof), leading to my assumption that she couldn�t possibly fancy me. Finally I asked her what she thought we should do about the mess we were in. Then, like a scene in a corny romantic movie, Kirsty crossed the room to where I was sitting, pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately. I couldn�t believe it � a beautiful woman was kissing me because she wanted me. In reality, I was more than happy with just that. However, things were to get even better. When we came up for air, Kirsty sat me down next to her on the bed and turned to me and said �David, I�m really keen to take things slowly. However, you�ve been so wonderful to me, I realise I�ve been unfair not to show you how much you mean to me�.

With that she pulled her top off over her head, and my gaze fell upon her full breasts encased in a pink lace bra. She took my hand and placed it on her breast and we started kissing again. As we lay back on the bed, Kirsty allowed my hands to roam all over her breasts, and then down her back until I was groping her ass over the top of her jeans. Then I returned my hands to her bra, slipping my hand inside one cup and then the other to massage and gently tweak each nipple. I was in heaven, and I�m sure she could tell by the feeling of my erection pressing into her thigh through my jeans.

We kissed for about a quarter of an hour. Then suddenly Kirsty stood up and pulled her top back on. �A huge part of me doesn�t want this to end,� she said. �However, I�m serious when I say that I want to take things slowly.� Then she giggled and added �If you want anything more tonight, you�ll have to take care of it yourself when you get home.�

As I drove home, I wondered if I should resist the temptation to take things into my own hands, in order to honour the purity of our relationship. Of course, I didn�t resist the temptation at all.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 8: STRIP POKER

A few weeks later, Kirsty and I were out with Andrew and Michelle. Physically, we were still somewhere near what the Americans call second base, and we were quite content in ourselves. We kissed, and our hands roamed all over each other�s bodies outside our clothes. Our hands would also slip under the clothes on the top half, and I�d undone her bra a couple of times, although the attempts were somewhat laughable and tended to ruin the moment. We hadn�t ventured into each other�s underpants, and we hadn�t made each other come. I was frequently going home bent over with sexual frustration. On an emotional level however, Kirsty and I were now closer than ever.

On one particular evening, the four of us had gone bowling. We had just finished one game, and we were hanging around trying to decide whether or not to play again. Kirsty and Michelle headed off to the toilets together, and Andrew and I became aware that they were gone for a long time. When they returned, Michelle dropped a bombshell.

�We want to play strip poker.�

Andrew and I kept on trying to ask if they were serious, but all they would do was laugh and say yes, which still seemed like mixed messages to us. So we thought, what the hell! We jumped into my car and drove with as much restraint as I could muster to Kirsty�s place.

Kirsty�s sleepout was just a single room with a bed, a couch, a desk and a few other small items of furniture. A very short distance away was the back of the house that contained the older couple she boarded with. Just inside the door was a toilet with a basin that was pretty much used just by her, and a laundry that contained a small fridge for her exclusive use. Beyond that was the family�s kitchen and other living areas that Kirsty was free to use but didn�t much (apart from the shower, of course).

Kirsty pulled the couch up to the bed and put a small table in between. She and I sat on the bed, and the other two sat on the couch. Kirsty shuffled a pack of cards and started to deal. Now there isn�t the same culture of poker playing in New Zealand like you get in America. While Kirsty, Andrew and myself knew the ranking of each hand, none of us had any real clue about betting. And Michelle was getting really anxious because, while the idea of strip poker sounded exciting, she had just realised it involved poker, which she knew nothing about. In the end we wrote a list of instructions for Michelle and decided to play simple draw poker with no betting. You were dealt five cards face down, then you got the opportunity to replace as many of them as you wish, then you show your hand. The lowest hand removes an item of clothing. Nothing to it.

Although Andrew and I had been particular about the girls not putting on any additional clothing once we got to Kirsty�s place, we didn�t think to do a count up of clothes before we began. I remember looking at the girls and thinking that they probably had a few more bits and pieces on than we did. Having read a few stories on the internet in more recent years, I noticed that many stories talk about everyone assuming that shoes and socks are just one item of clothing, if they�re counted at all. I don�t know anywhere in the real world where people would make that assumption. Andrew was the first loser, and he took off one of his shoes, which set the tone for the game. We did manage to convince the girls that they couldn�t count their jewellery. I knew I had a total of eight pieces of clothing (jersey, shirt, jeans, underpants, 2 shoes and 2 socks), and Andrew appeared to have the same. As for the girls, I noted that both were wearing socks with their shoes, probably because we had been going bowling. Not only did their bras give them an additional item, but also they also tended to dress in a more layered way.

The card playing went quite quickly, but for a while the clothes seemed to be coming off very slowly. It took forever to get through the shoes and socks, and even then we still had jerseys and other items to deal with. As I suspected, one of the girls (Michelle) had a surprise extra layer. Between her jersey and her blouse she had a kind of vest. She had two more layers than either Andrew or me. Of course, this kind of stripping always has women at a disadvantage. A man can have only two items of clothing on (trousers and underpants) and he�s still looking decent and feeling quite comfortable, whereas a woman can be wearing three items of clothing and she�s already showing at least some of her underwear.

All through the game, we kept on asking each other how far we were going to go. Andrew was looking a bit nervous at times, and Kirsty and Michelle kept constantly changing their minds about whether they would go all the way or not. We certainly hadn�t developed any rules about how the game would end or what would happen afterwards.

All of a sudden, after a long succession of safe stripping, the stakes suddenly got a whole lot bigger. I was down to my last three items and would be baring my chest next time I lost. Andrew, with his jersey on, was only one piece better off. Michelle was doing well. She had taken off her jersey early because she had felt hot, but she still had one sock on giving her a total of six items left. Kirsty on the other hand only had four items left, so she would be showing some underwear next time she lost.

The next loser was me, meaning that my shirt was next to go. The girls started giggling and chanting �skin, skin, skin�. On any other occasion I wouldn�t worry about baring my chest, but I could feel myself blush. What�s worse, the odds were looking increasingly likely that I was going to be the first big loser. Michelle lost her last sock next, but then it was Kirsty�s turn to lose.

Andrew sat forward in his chair, but both he and I refrained from talking, too scared that if we pushed too hard then she would refuse and we would see nothing. It was Michelle who asked, �Are you going to do it?�

Kirsty was wearing a V-neck top, and replied to Michelle�s question by slowly pulling it up over her head. She was wearing a low-cut blue lace bra that presented her breasts in a very sexy way. I already knew they were C cups (although sometimes D, depending on the bra manufacturer). Andrew just sat and stared, and I remembered that apart from Michelle he probably hadn�t seen a girl in her underwear in his life. Again it was Michelle who spoke for us boys.

�Well done,� she said. �You are so brave.�

After a few moments reflection, however, she firmly went on, �While I think I could probably show my underwear too, I don�t think I could go any further than that. Sorry guys.�

While we were thinking through the implications of what Michelle had said, Andrew dealt the next hand. He was the loser, and took off his jersey. He lost the next hand also, thereby catching up to me by losing his shirt. However, I was the next to lose.

I was wearing plain blue briefs under my jeans. While watching Kirsty take off her top had gotten me fully aroused, watching Andrew baring his chest had taken the edge off my erection. As I undid the fastenings on my jeans, I reflected on the irony of the situation I was in. Andrew�s girlfriend Michelle had glimpsed my naked body several times on our camping trip, and had brought me to climax with her hand in the dark, whereas my girlfriend Kirsty had never seen me in my underpants before. As I lowered my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them I tried to catch Kirsty�s eye, but it was obvious her eyes were focussed much lower down. As she checked me out, she was trying to hold back a smile by nibbling on her lower lip. Michelle wasn�t trying to hold back her smile. A recognised her cheeky grin as one I had seen many times before.

As I sat back down on the edge of the bed, Kirsty gave me a quick reassuring pat on the back. It didn�t do me much good though, as I lost again the very next hand. This was it � the moment of truth.

I�ve found in a few internet stories that the male in these situations always gets naked, sometimes even losing on purpose, in order to encourage the women along. At the time (and even now when I look back), I could never see that idea working in reality. Getting naked when no one else has any intention to do so seemed like a sure path to humiliating myself. I looked around the room. Kirsty was sitting there in her bra with her arms instinctively folded across her chest. Andrew was sitting in his jeans with his chest bare looking distinctly uncomfortable. And Michelle hadn�t even lost the vest she was wearing over the top of her blouse. I remembered what she had said about not being willing to go any further than her underwear, and I made my decision.

�If we know for sure that Michelle isn�t going to get naked, then I don�t think I should be going all the way either.�

No one argued with me. Neither did anyone suggest the game should finish. The cards were dealt again (including to me) and this time Kirsty was the loser. She groaned in horror, but since we now had an apparent consensus that we were all going as far as underwear and no further, no one doubted that she would take off her trousers. She looked at me seeking reassurance, and it did my best to try to make my smile radiate reassurance and unconditional acceptance. Her trousers had a zip at the side, which she undid without standing up. Raising her bum slightly off the bed, she pushed her trousers down her legs and kicked them off. She was wearing a pair of simple black cotton knickers that totally failed to match her bra. She felt the need to explain that if she had known she would be showing her underwear, she would have been more selective when she got dressed. I couldn�t help but feel proud of her as she sat there. Although she is quite curvy in the waist and bum, her stomach is reasonably flat and her thighs looked great also. I didn�t care that Andrew was staring � she was certainly worth looking at.

Michelle lost her vest next, then Andrew lost his jeans. In between both Kirsty and I got losing hands, but these were just ignored because we had nothing left that we were going to take off. The girls decided to greet Andrew�s final strip with the full arsenal of cheers and whistles. I thought they might scare away his erection, but I was wrong. He was wearing green briefs, and he was so aroused that there was a gap between the elastic at the front and his stomach. As he sat down, he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees to minimise it.

At this point the game became a farce as we kept on dealing hands to everyone, only to ignore the results if anyone other than Michelle lost. Of course it was only a matter of time before she did lose. Her blouse unbuttoned at the front, and slowly revealed a black lacy bra-like top with a couple of inches of extra lace around the bottom of it. She has B cup breasts on a small lean frame, and looks sensational. Even though things were going so well with Kirsty, my lust for Michelle didn�t seem to have gone away.

Eventually, Michelle was dealt her final losing hand, and the removal of her jeans would signal the end of the game. It was a fitting finale. Not only did her underwear match, but her bra was matched by a black lace thong. Neither Andrew nor myself could prevent ourselves from grinning. Even Kirsty felt the need to say �Wow, Michelle. You look hot.�

There was then a bit of an awkward silence, which was disturbed by Andrew�s stomach rumbling. This broke the tension, and Kirsty got up and opened a packet of biscuits.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 9: THE UNDERWEAR

It was nearly eleven at night, and there we were sitting in Kirsty�s room in our underwear following our game of strip poker. Not only were we hungry, but we were also thirsty and needing a toilet break. Of course, both the drinks and the toilet were down the path at the main house. The house was completely dark, and Kirsty said she was confident that they were all asleep, so we dared her to go there and back in just her underwear. The look in her eye made it seem likely she would accept, although she argued with us until we all agreed that we would do the same if she went first. She insisted that we turn off our light so she wouldn�t be obvious when she went out through the door. Once the light was off, the door opened and she was gone. After what felt like a long wait, she slipped back in through the door carrying a bottle of Coke and some glasses. She had an exhilarated look on her face, and she demanded that we all follow suit.

One by one we all made the dark underwear run to the house, and each of us arrived back feeling a sense of relief and a heightened sense of excitement. The Coke may also have helped the mood, as we all became a bit hyped up. I wasn�t quite as surprised as I would normally have been when Andrew piped up, �So are we going to play for the rest of these clothes or not?�

The conversation stopped dead, but then no one was saying no either. Michelle and Kirsty were looking intently at each other, and seemed to be having a long and involved conversation with just their eyes. Suddenly they seemed to reach an agreement and Michelle turned to Andrew and said, �Sure, what the hell.�

No one bothered to ask me if I wanted to play. I guess the girls assumed that if they were willing to play, then of course I would too. Naturally I would have agreed if I had been asked, but that was no comfort to me when I lost the first hand.

I was stunned for a moment as I considered the implications of my situation. It was during this pause that Michelle of all people took pity on me and came to my rescue. She pointed out that it was unfair that the guys had only one piece of underwear while the girls had two. She proposed that the guys should be able to count their watches as an item of clothing instead. Of course, I could see that this solution wasn�t going to be very fair on the girls, but I was just grateful for the reprieve as I took off my watch.

Ironically, it was Michelle who was next to lose. She was every bit as stunned as I had been, but this time there would be no reprieve. We all sat in tense silence while Michelle decided what to do next. Slowly, we could see her resolve strengthening. �Well, I guess I did agree to play,� she said as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. She let it fall off her arms into her lap. As her smallish pert breasts came into view, I was reminded of the time when we were camping when I had told her there was nothing wrong with B cup breasts. I certainly believed so now. Although Michelle was looking self-consciously down at the ground, she set a precedent by bravely resisting the urge to cover up. Although I had seen them briefly before, I now had the opportunity to fully admire them in all their glory.

The cards were dealt again, and the only victim was Andrew�s watch. Then the next hand was dealt, and Michelle was again the loser.

Michelle�s luck couldn�t have been any worse. Not only was she the only one to have lost any underwear at all, now she was going to be naked while the rest of us remained as we were (apart from watches). Again the process was much the same � the stunned silence, the growing resolve, and then action. She quickly stood up, pushed her thong down to her feet and sat down again. She kept her legs close together, which prevented me from seeing anything particularly personal, but again she made no other attempt to hide her body. When I had seen her by the campfire, it had been impossible to tell what colour her pubic hair was. I could clearly see now that it was auburn like the hair on her head. Again there was silence. Then Michelle relaxed and gave us an evil laugh. �Well, it can�t get any worse for me,� she said. �Time for you guys to show us your stuff.� She was looking directly at me when she said this.

However, it was Kirsty who was the next to show. She seemed deep in thought as she looked around the room at us all. �This may sound crazy,� she said, �but I think I�m more self-conscious about my breasts.� With that she stood up as Michelle had just done and pushed her black panties down past her knees, giving me my first fantastic view of her naked ass. It was over in an instant as she sat back down the same as Michelle, with her knees together but otherwise not covering up. From my seat beside her I could see her pubic hair. She was blond, although it seemed darker than her head. Of course, it doesn�t get as bleached by the sun.

The naked flesh on display was having a predictable effect on my erection, which was straining against the material of my briefs. I just knew I would be the next person naked. Surprisingly I lost with a pair of queens. I was expecting Michelle to make it difficult for me, but she sat in patient although expectant silence. I guess she had a fresh appreciation for how brave you needed to be, even though we were all such good friends. It occurred to me that comparisons might be made. I didn�t know how big Andrew was when he was erect, but I knew that Michelle would be able to compare us very soon. And as for Kirsty, she had several former lovers to compare me to. She and I were enjoying the fun and emotionally satisfying side of our relationship, and had been postponing a lot of the physical. However, I certainly didn�t want her to be disappointed when she saw me.

I reflected too on Michelle�s earlier rescue of me when I was in exactly this position, and the fact that she ended up the first naked when it really should have been me. I knew that there was nothing I could do to prevent comparisons, so I decided to just go for it and make a little show out of it. With a deep breath I stood up tall and slowly pulled the elastic at the front of my briefs out and around the head of my erect penis, letting it snap back just below my scrotum. Then I hooked my thumbs into each side on my hips, pushed them down to my ankles, and stepped out of them. I then did a quick pirouette before taking my seat again next to Kirsty on the bed.

There may not have been much I could have effectively done to conceal my erection anyway, but in recognition of the girls who had stripped before me I made no effort to conceal it. My pirouette had broken the tension, and Michelle smiled and said �What a beauty.� Nice of her to say so, although it was Kirsty�s reaction I was looking for the most. Her response was simple. She placed one hand on my back, and the other hand on my thigh just above my knee, and leaned across to kiss me on the lips. Her smile said she was happy with me.

The next hand saw me dealt the losing hand, then Michelle, as we waited to see who out of Andrew and Kirsty would be next. It was Kirsty. Despite her earlier comment about being self-conscious about showing her breasts, she wasted no time. Like me just a moment ago, she stood up before removing her bra, and then she did a pirouette before sitting down again. From my spot next to her I could see them sag when the bra came off, but they were still pointing outwards and looking sensational. I mirrored her moves in returning her kiss. It was so tempting to lie her down on the bed and stretch out beside her, but I managed to resist.

Michelle started dealing the cards, but Andrew stopped her. There was no point playing the cards if there was only one result that would matter. Of course, Kirsty and my recent unveilings had raised the stakes for Andrew. Michelle decided to raise them even further by claiming that since he was the winner, he should stand on a victory dais to perform his victory strip. Kirsty and I joined in with our encouragement, and Andrew was persuaded to stand up on the little table facing Kirsty and me. Then he hesitated, so without warning Michelle jumped up and yanked his briefs down. Poor old Andrew was so surprised that he overbalanced and tumbled backwards onto the couch. He ended up with his legs high in the air and his penis and bum completely on display. The girls started to laugh uncontrollably. It was pretty infectious so it wasn�t long before I joined in, and eventually Andrew was laughing too.

Any remaining sense of modesty was soon forgotten, and when we all finally recovered we all started gathering up our things like there was nothing unusual about being naked. It was past midnight now. Although none of us had curfews, Michelle was generally expected to be home by now. As usual, I would be driving both her and Andrew home. As we were starting to sort out our clothes, Kirsty had the bright idea that everyone should get dressed without their underwear. We argued that it was all right for her � she was already at home. However, it was such a harmless idea that we all happily agreed, pushing our underwear into our pockets once we were dressed. Kirsty didn�t bother getting dressed at all, and was still naked when I kissed her goodnight. We clung to each other and kissed passionately, and I could feel her naked breasts on my chest. Then she whispered into my ear.

�If you come straight back after dropping off the other two, I will make it worth your while�.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 10: STRIP POKER AFTERMATH

As I drove Michelle and Andrew home, they sat together in the back seat. From what I could tell from the driver�s seat, they spent most of the journey kissing and exploring each other�s bodies with their hands, possibly enjoying the fact that neither of them were wearing underwear since getting dressed at the end of our strip poker game. However, the journey to Michelle�s house wasn�t far, and I knew they wouldn�t dare do anything messy in the back of my car. Therefore it didn�t surprise me at all that as Andrew climbed into the front seat (having kissed Michelle goodnight at her door), he moaned, �All revved up and nowhere to go.�

I resisted the urge to tell him that I did have somewhere to go. Kirsty had invited me to return to her place, saying it would be worth my while. I dropped Andrew off at his house as quickly as I could without raising his suspicions and hurried back to Kirsty�s, trembling with excitement.

As I let myself in through the door of her sleepout, I was immediately struck by the change in lighting. Kirsty had managed to find about a dozen candles, which gave the room a warm glow. The room was very warm, and I immediately pulled off my jersey. The next thing I noticed when my eyes adjusted to the dark was Kirsty reclining seductively on the bed. She had put her bra back on, and this time she was wearing the matching panties � blue lace high-cut knickers that made her legs look impossibly long. She was totally sexy.

�Do you think this outfit looks more appropriate?� she asked. As often happens I thought too much about the question. I wasn�t sure if she wanted me to comment about the fact that she was now wearing matching underwear, or the fact that she had chosen to go from completely naked to wearing underwear again. I was lost for words, so I decided to resolve the problem by simply lying down next to her and kissing her. She seemed happy with this response.

My happiness with the situation started causing me immediate problems. My penis tried to spring to attention, but I wasn�t wearing my customary briefs and my erection was stuck down one leg of my jeans, causing me a great deal of discomfort. I was forced to squirm about and forcibly manipulate the front of my jeans with my hands � not a good look! Once Kirsty worked out what my problem was she giggled and said, �My poor boy. Let me help you with that.� With that she reached down and deftly loosened my belt and fly. The combination of my rearranging and having no underwear on meant that my penis sprang immediately out of my pants, and Kirsty took it in hand for the very first time.

I gasped with excitement, but I was also concerned. �Are you sure you want to do this?�

�Shh! Don�t be silly! I want this every bit as much as you do. Do you have any condoms?�

I was taken by surprise. I had never come close to needing a condom in my whole life, and I had only seen them in sex education at school. �No,� I replied.

�Then the only thing I�m not ready to do is have intercourse with you.�

With that she got up and sat across my thighs, with her panty-clad pussy just inches from my erection, which was standing up between us. She leaned forward and started undoing my shirt buttons from the top. Starting at her hips I ran my hands up her sides and then onto her chest, massaging her breasts through her bra. As she worked her way down to the buttons at the bottom of my shirt she moved further and further away, until all I could do was stroke her kneecaps with the tips of my fingers. She finished my buttons, and moving lower still she grabbed my jeans and dragged them down to my ankles and off over my feet.

As I lay there on my back she gently pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. She took my penis in her hand and lowered her head towards it. Her hair fell forward and obscured my view as she firmly licked her way up the underside of my erection before taking it deep into her mouth. The pleasure I was feeling was intense, and I felt my penis start to twitch. I started to panic at the idea that it would all be over so soon, and this panic came through clearly in my voice as I practically ordered her to stop.

Kirsty smiled knowingly. �What�s wrong David? Don�t you like that?� she teased.

�You know that�s not the problem. I just wanted to make it last.�

Her smile took on a hungrier look. �Well, what do you suggest?�

I sat up and faced her as she knelt in the space between my legs. After slipping my open shirt off my shoulders I leaned towards her and kissed her gently on the lips before slowly increasing the intensity. Our lips parted, and our tongues started playing together. I reached around behind her back and using both hands I undid her bra without any trouble and pulled it forward down her arms. Then, putting my arms around her waist, I pretty much dragged her around and lay her down on her back. I manoeuvred myself until we had entirely reversed our positions. Throughout this manoeuvre, and while I knelt between her legs, I took great care to not let my penis touch anything. I felt as if I was still right on the edge of coming, and I wanted to ease off and recover.

Leaning forward and holding myself up with my arms, I kissed Kirsty on the mouth again as she lay beneath me. I admit though that I was impatient to move my attention down her body, so almost immediately I moved my kisses down her neck to her breasts. Using my elbows to support me, while at the same time keeping my bum and pelvis up in the air, I started to lick and suck on her nipples and breasts. Kirsty encouraged me along with a few sexy moans. I have no idea how long I spent on her breasts, but I know I tried not to rush it. However, and I know how totally predictable this is, I eventually started kissing my way down to her lacy blue panties.

Now while this was the first time I had ever intimately touched a (near) naked woman, I wasn�t a complete innocent. In addition to sex education at school, I also had the �benefit� of reading any number of Penthouse magazines that had circulated through our school. These were the days before the internet became so prevalent � our home computer didn�t even have a modem. I had also seen a couple of porn videos a year earlier when I had stayed at my cousin�s place. So after I had removed Kirsty�s panties and had my face inches away from her pussy, I wasn�t totally unprepared for the task that lay ahead of me.

My �education� had prepared me for the fact that she was damp down there, which I took as a very encouraging sign, but it didn�t prepare me for the smell or the taste. Neither was particularly unpleasant, but I wouldn�t have used words like �nectar� to describe it. I had a few slightly confused moments as I mentally compared the drawing of a vagina in the textbooks to the reality in front of my eyes. I gently started licking her labia, running my tongue up to the top where I knew I should find her clitoris. I also started to insert a finger into her vagina, but this wasn�t as easy as I had expected. I figured that the vagina would be easy to find. After all, it�s designed to take things larger than just one finger. However, Kirsty�s pussy lips were like a stage curtain, and I fumbled around quite a bit until I found the opening and went in.

One thing I had no idea about was how forceful I should be. I really didn�t want to hurt her, so I ended up just gently kissing and licking her, while at the same time gently stroking her with my finger. After a while this prompted Kirsty to tell me, �Don�t be afraid of it, David. Go for it!�

Go for it I did. Kirsty started encouraging me vocally with �Oh yeah� and �That�s it� and numerous moans, so I felt as if I was putting in a good performance. Still, my �education� had not prepared me for how long it would take. The women in the Penthouse letters seemed to come almost immediately, while the women in the videos appeared to be coming all the time, even when they were barely touching. At times my tongue became sore and needed resting, so I continued using just my fingers. Surprisingly, too, my erection started to soften.

After I don�t know how long, Kirsty started to climax. Her breathing became quicker and shallower, then the muscles in her stomach and legs started to tighten. Then she gasped and started shaking. Her vocalisations had stopped during her build up, presumably as she became more focused on her own body�s responses. As she came down from her peak she gently pushed my head away to let me know I should stop. She then gave me a huge grin and said �Bingo!�

I moved up to lie down beside her, and we hugged each other close. My penis was rubbing against her thigh, and then she turned slightly and I could feel it touching her pubic hair. It started to swell again immediately. Kirsty moved her hand down and gently grasped it.

�Are you ready now?�

�Definitely.�

�Do you want to go for an extra credit?�

�What do you mean?�

�If you get me to come again while I see to your needs, I�ll give you a glowing reference.�

She explained that women were usually very sensitive after an orgasm � often too sensitive to be touched. But if someone continues to stimulate them very gently, some women then build quickly to more orgasms. She stood up and then lay down with her head near my hips and her own hips near my head. She took my penis into her mouth and the movement of her head and tongue soon had me building to my own orgasm. I valiantly tried to pleasure her at the same time, but I found this very difficult. Her pussy was now the other way up, and it was hard to concentrate my tongue on her clitoris. The feelings I was getting from her mouth completely overpowered my brain, and I lost all sense of coordination. It wasn�t long before I reached the point of no return. I didn�t know what Kirsty expected me to do when I came, so the only warnings she had were the tell-tale signs of my muscles tightening. She didn�t pull her head away, and I felt a bizarre feeling of gratitude when I saw her swallowing it down. When I had finished, she got up and turned back around so that we both had our heads on the pillows.

�I�m sorry,� I said. �I completely failed on the extra credit.�

�Don�t worry about that,� she replied. �It�s never happened for me any other time, so it might not be possible for me anyway. David, you were wonderful. I couldn�t have asked for better.�

�I love you,� I said.

�I love you too.�


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 11: STRIP POKER CONSEQUENCES

According to any romantic story, we would have drifted off to sleep in each other�s arms. In reality, we both needed to go to the toilet again, so I�m happy to report that anyone hiding in the bushes would have seen a naked woman, and then a naked man, running up the path to the house and back. In the romantic story, we would have spent the entire night blissfully entwined. In reality, we slept really badly. We started off doing the romantic thing, but neither of us was accustomed to sharing a bed. Even when we rolled apart, we found that a double bed isn�t really all that big when you�re used to sleeping alone. I felt I had less room in bed with Kirsty than when I sleep alone in my single bed at home. And in any other story than this one, we would have done it again the next morning.

I awoke with the sickening realisation that my parents thought I would come home before midnight last night. It wasn�t a rule or anything, but I knew they would be worried and would blame me for that. I hurried home to face them, and it was pretty bad. My mother said exactly what I expected � that although I was old enough to be responsible for myself, while I was living with them they should have the right to at least know that I was safe. She said that they would prefer a phone call in the middle of the night rather than lying awake worrying. She demanded to know where I had been, so I came clean and admitted I had spent the night with Kirsty. With that she just went �Huh� and the conversation ended. I made some breakfast and took it to my bedroom to eat. The worst was yet to come. My dad came in looking sheepish, obviously pushed into it by mum, and proceeded to subject me to a long talk about sex and pregnancy and venereal diseases. It took me ages to reassure him that sex education at school had served its purpose.

I was intending to ring Kirsty that night, but I was almost falling asleep into my dinner so I decided to head off to bed instead. After I had been asleep for about an hour, my mother knocked on the door and icily told me I had a phone call. It was Kirsty. We talked a while about my mother�s reaction to her call, and the conversations I had endured since I had left her that morning. Our conversation then drifted on to more general subjects, and we shared a few laughs.

Then all of a sudden Kirsty said, �David, I�ve decided to go on the pill. I�m going to make an appointment with my doctor sometime this week.�

�What do you mean?�

�I�m sure you know what I mean. You are on target to lose your virginity with the woman that you love.�

�I�m fine with that.� What an understatement! �But what happened to your desire to take things slowly?�

It turns out that going on the pill wasn�t exactly taking things quickly. Kirsty explained that it can be quite a few weeks before you can assume the pill is working. I also learned that this was quite a significant decision for her. You see, the guys she had been with before had themselves all been quite experienced. For her own peace of mind she had resisted going on the pill, not wanting to give them any excuse for not using a condom. Kirsty had never gone out with a virgin before. She admitted that she associated condoms with her past experiences. She also knew that some men complained that it didn�t feel as good, and she definitely wanted me to feel good. Naturally, I was delighted.

I voiced the obvious question. �So, um, when?�

�Let�s not do this,� she replied.

I panicked. �What?�

�I mean, let�s not over-plan this. If we set a date, then it will get over-hyped, and we probably won�t enjoy it as much. You will probably feel the need to do all the perfect romantic things � flowers, cards and stuff. You know that�s not really our style.� She was right � it wasn�t. �The thing that makes our relationship so special is all the fun and games we have together. The thing that first made me interested in you was your ability to have child-like fun. So what I suggest is this. I won�t even tell you when I�m safe to have sex. We�ll just continue to have fun together.� I had a mental image about the previous night and I could see no problems with this plan so far. Kirsty continued, �The only thing that will change is that one night, when we�re having some fun and games together, I will let you have sex with me.�

I couldn�t believe how lucky I was to be with Kirsty. She knew exactly why our relationship worked. Now she had told me outright that I was going to have sex, and I didn�t have to do the whole phoney seduction thing. All she wanted from me was just to continue having fun with her.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 12: PLANNING HEARTS

Although I knew it might be several weeks before Kirsty would be ready to take my virginity (having only just started taking the pill), I started turning down opportunities for us to double date with Andrew and Michelle. I guess I wanted to maximise the chance that any given date with Kirsty might be �the one�. Kirsty, however, noticed pretty quickly and told me off. I knew she was right. Our friendship with Andrew and Michelle was integral to our whole lifestyle. And they had never avoided including me in their life, even though doing so would obviously have given them more opportunities to be sexual together. Neither of them wanted their parents to know they weren�t virgins, so their opportunities were limited.

It was now getting towards the end of winter (which of course is in the middle of the year here in New Zealand). We were still in the early stages of the second semester, so our study workload wasn�t too heavy. Michelle turned 18 in early August, so we celebrated the next Friday night by going out to a few pubs. However, apart from dancing to a very cool band in one place, we agreed that wasn�t really our scene. We had far more fun the following day when we went kart racing. Sometimes we would watch movies at someone�s house. More frequently we went to Kirsty�s place. Although it was only a single-room sleepout belonging to the couple she boarded with, it was somewhere to hang out without parents or siblings around. And because I was still the only one with a car, I would then drive Michelle and Andrew home.

During those first few weeks I didn�t return to Kirsty�s afterwards, as the reaction from my parents the last time was still too fresh in my mind. But I did have the opportunity to visit Kirsty twice without the other two, and we had fun together. We brought each other to orgasm using our mouths and fingers, and it was so satisfying that I didn�t have any reason to be disappointed that intercourse wasn�t on the menu yet.

A short time later my parents decided to head up to the mountains for a weekend of skiing. I consulted with my sister Nicky. She�s 20 and in the third year of her nursing training. She let me know she was intending to go out with her boyfriend Robert on Friday night and wasn�t intending to come home. She blushed too. You see, for all our parents saying that we could make our own decisions, their sense of disapproval at decisions they didn�t like effectively limited our decision making. Nicky and Robert never spent the night together, clearly for much the same reasons why I didn�t want to endure mum�s disapproval by telling her I wanted to stay at Kirsty�s.

I told Kirsty that we would have my place all to ourselves on Friday night. She cryptically told me she would �make plans�, but revealed nothing about those plans. The only details she gave was that she would make her own way there, picking up pizza on the way.

When Kirsty arrived on Friday night, I struggled to hide my disappointment when I saw that my friend Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle were with her. However, I brightened up pretty quickly when I noticed what they were wearing. Kirsty and Michelle were both dressed in a very sexy way. Kirsty was wearing a short black leather skirt with matching leather thigh-length boots. On top she was wearing a red waistcoat covering some sort of black blouse, with a smart black cotton jacket thrown over the top. Michelle was wearing a full-length cream trench coat. I could see the collar of a white shirt poking through at the top, and black stilettos poking out at the bottom. I greeted them with a �Wow�. Kirsty was carrying an overnight bag in one hand and a bag with three wine bottles in the other. Michelle was carrying several pizza boxes with some other food perched on top.

I had to smile when I saw Andrew, because he was all dressed up in a suit and tie. He was also carrying an overnight bag in each hand. He had an uncomfortable look on his face, but he flashed me a grin with an exaggerated resigned look on his face, as if he was a long-suffering martyr.

I asked, �What�s the deal with the penguin suit?�

�They�re up to something,� he replied, rolling his eyes. �The suit�s not the worst of it.�

�Now Andrew,� Michelle interrupted. �Don�t go giving away any secrets before we�re ready.�

The girls sent Andrew and me away to the kitchen to open the wine and �prepare the dinner.� Meanwhile, they set off down the hallway. Andrew opened all the bottles, while I gathered glasses and napkins and took them into the lounge. A short time later the girls returned looking very pleased with themselves. Kirsty told me off for looking so scruffy and ordered me to go and �dress for dinner.�

I wandered down to my room and discovered that they had been in and put some clothes out on my bed, including my suit and tie and my dress shoes. Also included were a pair of satin boxers that I normally only wear to bed. Perched on top of the clothing pile was a small gift-wrapped box. Inside was a small black men�s g-string and a note. The note said, �Dress yourself in these clothes � nothing more and nothing less. Some deodorant or scent may also be nice.�

I looked at the g-string and note in bewilderment before attempting to follow the note�s instructions. I stripped naked and examined the g-string carefully. It was adjustable on all straps, so with a bit of fiddling around I made it fit as well as I could, but you certainly wouldn�t call it comfortable. I doubted I could ever get used to the ever-present feeling of the thin strap pressing into my ass-crack. I pulled the boxers on over the g-string, and then the rest of the clothes, until I appeared much the same as Andrew had. I then hurried out to join the others for dinner.

The girls tried hard to maintain the pretence that we were having a very posh dinner party. However, the effect was ruined by (a) eating pizza, and (b) Andrew and I constantly badgering them to tell us what was going on. Eventually they relented and Kirsty started to explain what they had planned.

�Ever since we played strip poker, Michelle and I have been talking about how exciting it was, and how much we would like to do it again. Only this time, instead of poker, we will play something that we all enjoy. We think that playing hearts is ideal. We got together the last two nights to work out the rules, and our ideas just grew and grew. We think you guys will be impressed. The game is called Strip, Truth & Dare Hearts.�

�We play hearts just like on the computer game, only we don�t bother keeping score. The person (or persons) who has the highest number of hearts has to take off an item of clothing. This time for you guys, all your shoes and socks are just one item. Michelle�s shoes are one item. My boots are one item, and my pantyhose is another item.�

Andrew asked, �What�s the deal with the g-string? I assume you�ve made David wear one too.�

Michelle answered, �That was my cunning idea. It�s because you guys always remain so annoyingly dressed until right at the end. This way, we�ll be seeing some underwear a bit earlier than last time.�

Kirsty pulled out a small drawstring bag and continued with the rules. �The next rules apply to whoever gets the queen of spades. That person will have to do a truth or dare. We have organised a bag of truths and dares that we wrote last night. The truths and dares are all in together � you don�t have any choice about what you get. You pull out a slip of paper and do what it says, then you put the note back in the bag. A lot of the dares involve a second person. We�ve thought heaps about this, and have worked really hard to make the options safe in terms of who does what with whom. We know that we will be just as nervous as you, so we have thought carefully about where we should draw the line.�

�Finally, we have a plan for what happens at the end of the game. For a start, Michelle and I have already agreed that we are all going naked. As each person loses their last piece of clothing, they keep playing the game, and they keep doing dares if they get the queen. However, to keep the game going, if they get the most hearts, then the person who has the next biggest number of hearts takes off a piece of clothing instead. Then there are the final dares!�

�What do you mean?� I asked.

�We decided that the winners should get some additional benefits. So we came up with a system where each person could set a dare for every person that was naked before they were. The second person naked gets to set a dare for the first person naked. The third person naked sets a dare for the previous two. And the winner gets to make everyone else do a dare.�

�So the first person naked has to do three different dares?�

�Correct. However, just before you all get too excited, we have a system of vetoes. We aren�t going to let it be anything goes. There are different rules according to who is involved in the dare, and whether or not there is going to be contact with other people. So here�s the deal. If you make someone do a solo dare, they have to do it unless both other people decide to veto it. If you want the dare to involve contact between two people, it must be between two people who you have a right to set a dare for, and it counts as the dare for each of them. In that situation, the partner of either person has the right to veto the dare. The participants themselves have no right of veto UNLESS the dare involves homosexual action. Then anyone can veto the dare.�

�Finally, if you want the person doing the dare to have contact with you, the darer, then any person has the right of veto. Oh, and another thing, if the dare you come up with is vetoed, you have the right to come up with something else. But if it is vetoed three times, then you lose it. That should make people think carefully.�

Andrew and I caught each other�s eye. We had been concentrating carefully to consider all the different rules. Now that Kirsty had finished explaining, we had the opportunity to really consider what was going on. We were astounded at the complexity and the level of preparation. They had thought about this a lot, and the game would obviously give us the opportunity to take things to a much higher level. My heart was thumping in my chest with excitement.

I had one nagging question. �What happens when someone wins all the hearts and the queen of spades? Normally that�s a good thing, but it doesn�t seem to be in this game.�

Michelle and Kirsty looked at each other. They hadn�t considered this at all. We had a bit of a brainstorm and decided on the following plan. The person who got the queen and all the hearts would be able to set a forfeit for each other player � a dare for one person, a truth for another person, and the third person would have to take off an item of clothing. The winner would decide who did what, although the dares would only be solo dares, involve no removal of clothing, and could be vetoed by either of the other two players.

It had been 6.30 when everyone had arrived. It was just after 7.30 when we sat down to play.

FIRST FUN AND GAMES 13: PLAYING HEARTS

As we sat down in the lounge to play the game of hearts that the girls had prepared, Andrew and I learned that it was essential that we all sit in a predetermined order. My girlfriend Kirsty was sitting on my left side beside me on the couch. Michelle had a single easy chair and was to my right. Her boyfriend Andrew was in the other easy chair, and was directly opposite me across the low table that held the cards and drinks.

The idea of having truths or dares as well as stripping meant that the game was intense right from the start instead of getting bogged down with just removing shoes and socks. Sadly, it also meant the card playing was pretty intense too, which quickly led us to implement an informal �no thinking" rule. In other words, we were obliged to play our cards within seconds when it was our turn, which lead to any number of poor card choices.

On the first hand Kirsty and I both had 5 hearts each. I sat and watched Kirsty unzip her boots and pull them off. I find boots very sexy. Seeing them taken off is also sexy. Then I pulled all my shoes and socks off and dropped them behind me. Having bare feet after just one hand, it struck me how different this game would be now that the girls had worked so hard on the rules.

Kirsty had the queen, so was the first to delve into the bag. She read her note aloud. DESCRIBE THE LAST TIME ANYONE OTHER THAN YOUR PARTNER SAW YOU NAKED (BEFORE THIS GAME BEGAN). Kirsty just smiled and said, �That�s easy. Michelle and I got dressed at my place before coming over. You saw me naked, didn�t you?�

�I made sure of it,� Michelle replied with a wicked grin. �You looked gorgeous, sweetie.�

Kirsty lost the second hand as well, taking both the most hearts and the queen. She took off her jacket and pulled a note out of the bag. FRENCH KISS YOUR PARTNER FOR 2 MINUTES. ALLOW THEIR HANDS ANY ACCESS (BUT THEY MUST NOT EXPOSE YOU).

Wow. This was going to be good. Kirsty and I stood up and faced each other. As our lips met, I allowed my hands to wander down her body to her lower back and bottom. I pushed my hand under the waist band of her skirt and inside the top of her pantyhose. I was intending to go inside her panties as well, but that didn�t seem to be possible. Was she wearing some kind of bodysuit or teddy? I raised my eyebrows inquisitively, but it was wasted effort because her eyes were shut. I played with her ass for a while until Michelle called time, then we sat back down. Kirsty looked flushed, and I felt that way myself.

I was the next big loser. I had to take off my jacket and take a dare. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT TO RUB YOUR CHEST FOR TWO MINUTES (THEY CAN REACH UNDER CLOTHING, BUT NOT EXPOSE YOU). The person on my right was Michelle. I looked at her, then at Kirsty, then at Michelle again as I considered the implications of this dare, as it involved contact between members of different couples. I suddenly clicked why they had insisted on the order of the seating. It appeared they had been careful to ensure that if a girl had gotten that dare, then their chests would be rubbed by their partner. It was risqu�, but not overly risky.

I stood, and Michelle stood behind me. She untucked my shirt and slipped her hands up under the hem. Her hands explored my chest for a short time before focussing exclusively on my nipples. The attention caused my breath to shorten, and I felt a tingling in my genitals.

The next hand saw both Kirsty and Michelle lose their next item of clothing. Michelle kicked off her shoes, while Kirsty seemed to be having a tough time deciding between her waistcoat and her pantyhose. She eventually came to a decision. Standing and facing Andrew, she leaned forward and reached up the back of her skirt to tug down the top of her pantyhose. From my side view I had hoped for a bit of a view, but her arm denied me a glimpse. She pulled the pantyhose off over her feet and sat back down.

It was Andrew�s turn to take a dare. When he read it he burst out laughing. STAND ON THE TABLE AND TURN AROUND SLOWLY. As he was still fully dressed, he happily complied. He had truly been let off the hook. Michelle noted wryly, �Obviously that one will be more relevant later on.�

On the next hand, it became obvious that Michelle was trying to win the lot. Andrew and I skilfully combined to deny her the last two hearts. She lost big time. Her first act was to take off the trench coat that was covering the rest of her attire. Underneath we discovered a simple white button-up shirt and a dark green knee-length skirt. Then came her dare. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE A PIECE OF YOUR CLOTHING (THEIR CHOICE AS LONG AS IT CAN BE REMOVED WITHOUT FIRST REMOVING OTHER CLOTHES). Michelle was suddenly going to go from very covered up to showing a fair amount of skin. What's more, the person on her left was me!

I had a difficult decision trying to choose between the shirt and the skirt. I finally decided that, since the shirt would probably reach halfway down her thighs, it would be more effective taking off the shirt than the skirt. I felt very self-conscious but increasingly turned on as I undid the buttons on her shirt. This revealed a black camisole top, and the multiple straps over her shoulders hinted at another layer beneath this. Andrew and I complained, but Michelle rebutted, �What did you expect � that I would be wearing less clothes than you guys? Think about it.� I did the quick maths in my head and worked out that she was right. Since I had started with seven items to loose, Michelle was still entitled to be wearing four items.

The act of unbuttoning Michelle�s shirt brought about predictable stirring inside my g-string, which amplified my already ever-present awareness of its snug fit. As I started to harden, it felt quite restricting, and the strap up my crack seemed to dig in further. I squirmed and adjusted myself. Michelle caught my eye and smirked knowingly.

The next round was very even. Kirsty, Andrew and I each had four hearts, while Michelle had the remaining heart and the queen of spades. Andrew finally lost his shoes and socks, while I took off my tie. The pleasant surprise was watching Kirsty take off her red waistcoat. We could see now why she had decided to take off her pantyhose earlier. She had daringly chosen to wear quite a see-though top, but seemed to be having a few moments of regret now. Under it we could clearly see the top half of a camisole or teddy. Again I did the maths in my head and worked out that she had now lost four items (boots, jacket, pantyhose and waistcoat), so would now be down to three items (top, skirt and teddy). It struck me how cunning this was, as she wouldn�t be showing either her tits or her pussy until she lost this final garment. This really evened up the game. I wondered if Michelle had done the same thing.

Michelle�s dare was really a truth. TELL THE STORY OF YOUR FIRST EVER ORGASM INVOLVING ANOTHER PERSON. Michelle groaned and blushed. I glanced around the table and spotted Andrew blushing as well. And well he might, because Michelle went on to give an overview of the earlier days of their relationship. It seems her first orgasm came quite a while after they first started fooling around. They were still at the stage of using fingers, with the occasional foray into oral. She had brought him off a few times, but had never had an orgasm herself until one night only a couple of weeks before our camping trip. She briefly told us about what she was feeling the night she realised she was building towards something more. I think Andrew was more embarrassed by the story than Michelle was, to tell the truth. He came off looking a bit incompetent in his early experiences.

Andrew�s feelings may have impacted on his game playing, because he made a few mistakes in the next round and ended up with the queen and most of the hearts. He had been doing extremely well to this point, so he only had to take off his suit jacket. His dare was something else � the most extreme dare we had seen so far. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT TO RUB YOU ANYWHERE ON YOUR BODY FOR TWO MINUTES (OVER TOP OF ANY CLOTHES YOU ARE WEARING). If one of the girls had drawn this dare, it would have been their own partner who would be touching them. But in this case, the person on Andrew�s right was my girlfriend Kirsty.

While both Andrew and I sat there stunned, Michelle hooted with laughter. She obviously had no problems with Kirsty touching her man. Obviously they had considered this a possibility when they had planned the game. Kirsty was looking somewhat apprehensive though. She was nervously looking at both Andrew and I, trying to see if there was going to be an outcry from us. I was very surprised that the girls had planned this possibility, but I wasn�t actually feeling at all jealous. After all, Kirsty groping Andrew appeared fairly harmless. I briefly considered Andrew�s discomfort, but since he was still wearing so many clothes, I didn�t waste too much sympathy on him.

Andrew�s discomfort was obvious. I know that we all expect guys to jump at the chance of fooling around with another woman, especially if their girlfriend appears to have no problem with it. But it is never as simple as that. Nothing in life can prepare you for how to behave. Are you meant to show that you enjoy it? Or do you act as if it�s nothing special (especially compared to your girlfriend)? Consider also the one-sided nature of the dare � the fact that he would be prodded like something for sale in a shop. Add to that any number of guilty feelings, and you�ve got a situation that is very difficult to be comfortable in.

As Andrew stood up, Kirsty moved to stand behind him, turning him around to give Michelle and I the best view. She started by giving him a shoulder rub, which started to take the look of terror off his face. It soon returned when Kirsty reached around and started rubbing his chest, concentrating more and more on his nipples. One source of his discomfort became obvious when he had to readjust himself through the front of his pants. One minute passed, and we were all starting to wonder whether Kirsty was going to go any further. She appeared to be enjoying our suspense. However, soon after Michelle called one minute, Kirsty�s hands headed straight for Andrew�s pants. His pants were quite loose fitting at the front, but when her hands started exploring it was easy to make out the outline of his erection pointing upwards. Kirsty started stroking him steadily, and his expression became very distracted, and he began nibbling on his bottom lip. Then Michelle started counting down the seconds. When she got to three Kirsty�s hands suddenly left Andrew's cock and darted up his butt-crack, causing him to jump with a loud cry. Kirsty, Michelle and I dissolved with laughter. For us, this eased the sexual tension considerably, although it was obvious that Andrew was feeling differently. His face looked flushed and his breathing was laboured. He dealt with this by quickly gathering up the cards and dealing the next hand.

The next hand was a lucky one for me, as it was stacked with high cards. When we each passed three cards to the left, Michelle passed me more high cards while I passed Kirsty three low cards. She gave me a sharp "I know what you�re up to" look, but it was too late for anyone to prevent me from taking the game's first clean sweep. It was my turn to dish out the punishments.

Although Andrew was wearing the most clothes, I had no real interest in seeing any more of him, so it asked him a truth question. I asked him how he was feeling when Kirsty had felt him up a few moments ago. He blushed deeply before stammering his reply. He shared that for one minutes and fifty-seven seconds he had been very turned on, and he even said that if it hadn't stopped he probably would have come within another minute or two.

I decided to make Michelle lose an item of clothing, because I wanted to see more of her, and because I hoped she would be the first loser at the end of the game. I asked her to remove her skirt, hoping to reveal a lot of skin. As it happens, I was frustrated again by her various layers as she was wearing a half-slip. All that was revealed was about two extra inches of her knees. Nevertheless, I knew she was one step closer to being naked.

This left a dare for my girlfriend Kirsty. The rules we had agreed were that it would be a solo dare, not involve the removal of clothing, and could be vetoed by either Andrew or Michelle. I looked at her as she sat nervously awaiting her fate. She was wearing a black see-through blouse, black leather skirt, and what I assumed to be a teddy (also black). As it was already getting quite late, I decided on something quick. I asked her to do a headstand and have her legs supported by Andrew and I for one minute. I think she was a bit relieved that the dare wasn't worse, because she didn't even look at Michelle to see if she would veto it. She could also have argued that it wasn't really a solo dare. However, she quickly got into a headstand position, and Andrew and I each grabbed a leg.

Kirsty's leather skirt didn't fall away from her legs as much as any other skirt would have, but it still did so enough for us to get a clear view. It was obvious that she was wearing a black teddy held together by domes at the crotch. She keeps her blond pubic hair well trimmed, and none was evident along her bikini line. However, a few stray hairs could be seen poking out around the domes. What's more, from our close position we could also detect a hint of moisture in the black material, and a slight odour also gave away her excitement. I started gently rubbing her calf until Michelle called time. Andrew and I let go of her legs and she stood up. She was understandably red in the face, but the look in her eyes confirmed that she had been very excited by the situation.

I looked over at Michelle, who had been a passive spectator to Kirsty's dare. She too appeared to share Kirsty's look of excitement. This seemed to me to be a turning point in the evening for me. Until this point, the girls' attention seemed to be focussed on the idea of stripping and humiliating Andrew and me. They had been enjoying a sense of power, and showed great enjoyment at our losses. Now it was apparent to me that they were also enjoying the other aspect to the game - being forced to strip and endure humiliations themselves. They were really getting turned on. The evening promised to get very interesting.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 14: PLAYING (SIMULATED) HEARTS

As we returned to our places around the card table, there was another issue on our minds. It was already getting quite late, and slightly less than half our clothes were removed. The reality was that playing hearts is far too time consuming. When Andrew proposed a change to the card playing, we all readily agreed. Andrew's idea was very simple. We would reduce the deck to just eight cards, including the queen of spades, the ace of hearts, and six other cards (diamonds and clubs). Each person would be dealt two cards. The person dealt the heart would remove an item of clothing, and the person dealt the queen of spades would do a dare. If a person were dealt both these cards, then it would be just like taking all in the proper game. These rules would eliminate all skill from the game, but none of us cared about that any more. We just wanted to get on with the penalties.

The first round under the new quick rules saw Andrew lose his tie and Michelle draw a dare from the bag. FRENCH KISS THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT FOR TWO MINUTES. The person on her right was her boyfriend Andrew. With no hint of self-consciousness she launched herself onto his chair and they kissed passionately. Kirsty practically had to shout to get them to stop at the end of their two minutes together.

The next round saw Andrew lose a further item of clothing - his shirt. Both girls sounded their appreciation at seeing the first significant amount of male skin. Further skin was soon revealed as I was forced to draw a dare. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE AN ITEM OF YOUR CLOTHING. (THEIR CHOICE AS LONG AS IT CAN BE REMOVED WITHOUT FIRST REMOVING OTHER CLOTHING). Although I was still wearing my shirt, I wasn't at all surprised when Kirsty asked me to stand in front of her. She licked her lips with considerable relish as she grabbed my belt and quickly undid it. She slowed it down as she undid my button and lowered my zip. As she did this she made sure that her fingers "accidentally" rubbed across my erection, which was straining against the fabric of the g-string they had arranged for me to wear. The only consolation was that the g-string prevented much tenting in my boxer shorts. I could see Michelle checking me out as I returned to my seat. She seemed slightly disappointed that my erection was not so visible.

For the third time in a row Andrew lost an item of clothing by being dealt the ace of hearts. This time he removed his trousers. He was now in a worse position than me (as I at least had my shirt on). He was wearing white satin boxers with red hearts on them - no doubt a gift from Michelle.

Michelle had been dealt the queen of spades. She read out her penalty. DESCRIBE THE KINKIEST THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE. She seemed lost in thought for a while, then her face showed her trademark cheeky smile mixed with nervous determination. To my complete shock, she proceeded to tell the story of the night on our camping trip when she jerked me off in the tent. I was mortified. I kept scanning back and forth between Kirsty and Andrew. Andrew's reaction was one of initial disbelief, followed by nervous laughter. "Oh my God! You're kidding! Really?" Michelle obviously knew and trusted him well. If he was angry or jealous, this wasn't obvious. His predominant reaction appeared to be pride in how sexy and adventurous she was.

Kirsty's reaction was another surprise to me, as she showed no obvious surprise as she listened to Michelle's story. It was obvious Michelle had previously told her. I was very keen to know when and how that event had come up in conversation, but neither of them would say.

I had a revenge of sorts in the next round as Kirsty was forced to lose a piece of clothing. As her blouse was see-through, it surprised no one when she removed it. This left her in just two pieces of clothing - her skirt and her teddy. Andrew drew a dare. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT TO RUB YOUR CHEST FOR TWO MINUTES (THEY CAN REACH UNDER CLOTHING, BUT NOT EXPOSE YOU). Of course, the last part of the dare was superfluous, as Andrew's upper body was completely bare. Kirsty had Andrew stand and face Michelle as she stood behind him and reached around to rub his chest. He closed his eyes and moaned appreciatively. I'm sure he was also thinking much the same as me - how much we would appreciate it if our partners were to draw the same dare in future.

Kirsty dealt, and the girls were dealt the key cards. Kirsty held the ace of hearts, which meant that her skirt was next to join the pile next to her chair. She stood to unbutton it, and I whistled appreciatively as she lowered it to the floor and stepped out of it. I had never seen her in a teddy before, and I loved the way it highlighted her curves and showcased her long sexy legs. I was distracted and wasn't really paying attention as Michelle read her dare, which was a repeat of the last dare I had done. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE AN ITEM OF YOUR CLOTHING. (THEIR CHOICE AS LONG AS IT CAN BE REMOVED WITHOUT FIRST REMOVING OTHER CLOTHING). It took two readings before I realised that the person stripping off the next layer of her clothing would be me.

Michelle showed very little nervousness as she stood in front of me. My choice was between removing her camisole from her top half or remove the half-slip covering her legs. Neither choice would reveal anything particularly private, but one choice would obviously reveal a lot more skin. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of the half-slip and dragged them down. From my position sitting in front of her I had an unprecedented view of the underwear and legs I was revealing. Michelle was wearing an electric blue teddy that was loose and frilly around the top of her thighs, in contrast to Kirsty's black teddy that fitted her around the top of her legs like a pair of briefs. It looked as though her pussy should be easy to glimpse, but this wasn't the case at all. As I sat and stared, it slowly dawned on me that she wasn't moving away. I guiltily looked up at her face, aware that her intention was to highlight my staring. "Seen enough David?"

It took me a second to recover before I retorted "Not yet!" Michelle was now down to her last two items of clothing, as were Kirsty and Andrew. With three items of clothing I was the best dressed.

The next deal saw Kirsty holding both key cards. Under our rules this meant she would determine who would do a truth, who would do a dare, and who would remove an item of clothing. Her quickest decision was to demand that Andrew remove his boxers. He tried to slip them off while sitting down, but reluctantly agreed to the girls' demands to "stand and deliver". He was blushing furiously as he stood and removed his boxers, revealing a black g-string identical to the one the girls had me wearing. His erection was obvious and was coming close to pushing past the waistband. In response to further encouragement from the girls, he gave a quick spin before seeking the safety of his chair. I'm sure he was also conscious that he could easily be the first person naked, and forced to endure a dare from each other person.

Kirsty picked on Michelle to answer a truth question. "Describe your most recent orgasm."

A look of embarrassment descended on Michelle's face as she realised the answer to Kirsty's question. "Well, since you asked, it happened last night."

Andrew and Kirsty both reacted in surprise, as it turned out that Michelle had spent that evening with Kirsty, not Andrew, finalising details of their game. Michelle revealed that this had got her so worked up, she had taken matters into her own hands after Kirsty had gone home. I pressed her for details, and she was very hesitant before confessing that she had used a vibrator. None of us (not even Kirsty) knew that she had one, and Kirsty practically forced her to get it out of her overnight bag and show it to us. It was a simple white cylinder with a switch at the blunt end. I looked at it in fascination, as it was the first vibrator I had ever seen.

I could see Kirsty's mind ticking over as she considered the dare she would get me to do. "I dare you to suck on Michelle's vibrator for two minutes."

I know that a lot of guys would be worrying about the homosexual connotations of this, but the thought never crossed my mind. All I could think about was how intimate this was - placing a toy in my mouth that had very recently been used inside Michelle's pussy. Sadly the reality wasn't nearly as sexy as the fantasy. My hopes of tasting her were quickly dispelled - it tasted like antiseptic. Michelle obviously looked after her hygiene. Sucking on it lacked any particular pleasure, and when they insisted that it be turned on for the last thirty seconds, it was awful. The others, however, found it highly amusing.

After my time was up I quickly grabbed the cards and dealt them. It was my turn to lose my shirt. Michelle's dare was a credit to the girls' creativity. Naturally Michelle recognised it as soon as she saw it. She laughed out loud, then continued to smile as she gave an exaggerated groan. Her dare read UNDO ALL THE BUTTONS, ZIPS, LACES AND OTHER FASTENINGS ON YOUR REMAINING CLOTHES THEN WALK TO THE BACK FENCE AND BACK. Several times in the past Michelle had revealed an exhibitionist side, and it was clear that she was enjoying the idea of being 'forced' to show off again.

We all stood up from our seats. Michelle reached down and undid the domes holding together the crotch of her teddy. The two ends dangled free at the front and back and did little to cover her as we followed her down the hallway to the laundry at the back of the house. She slipped out the back door as the rest of us stood at the window and watched. It took the opportunity to stand behind Kirsty and snuggle up to her with my arms hugging her tight. She pressed her ass back into my penis and we both moaned quietly.

Michelle was soon lost to view in the darkness. Although it was now after midnight, I was hesitant about turning on the outside light as I knew my parents would find out if the neighbours saw anything. Kirsty had no such worries and flicked the switch just as Michelle loomed up out the darkness. If anyone else had been watching they would have enjoyed an excellent two-second view before Michelle entered and shut the door behind her in a fit of giggles. As we returned to the lounge, it seemed to me that Michelle's fingers were busy with other things as she tried to fasten the domes on her teddy. Her excitement was undeniable.

I dealt the next hand, and the girls were again the losers. Michelle was required to remove her second last item of clothing - her camisole - revealing the upper half of her electric blue teddy. The top fitted nicely over her smallish breasts, and her nipples were very prominent.

Kirsty's dare read GIVE THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT A BACK RUB (OVER TOP OF ANY REMAINING CLOTHES) FOR TWO MINUTES. As I was the recipient, this was a very pleasant interlude for me.

The next round was a highlight. The person dealt the ace of hearts was Michelle - she would be the first person naked. Her bravado seemed to abandon her as the reality sank in. The nakedness probably wasn't the issue. I was the person she would be most anxious about showing herself to, and I had already seen her naked on two other occasions in addition to the show that she had given us a few minutes earlier during her run to the back fence. As she stood up and removed her teddy, she seemed almost distracted as she considered her fate - Andrew, Kirsty and myself would each have the opportunity to make her do a dare of our own devising. As for myself, I wasn't distracted at all. Her petite body was a joy to watch as she undressed. Andrew and Kirsty both appeared equally captivated. I rested my hand on Kirsty's thigh and started stroking her gently. Without taking her eyes off Michelle, she returned the gesture, running her hand up my thigh and letting it slide up over the front of my underwear.

It was Andrew's turn to do a dare, which was a repeat of his earlier dare of standing on the table and turning slowly. This time however he was wearing just the g-string, and the sight brought Michelle back to life as she and Kirsty called out their encouragement to Andrew.

Andrew's g-string was the next to go, leaving him the second person naked. He lost it because Kirsty again had both the ace and the queen, and had no hesitation in guaranteeing herself a top two finish. It had now become standard for each person to stand when taking off clothes, so Andrew following this pattern as he stood to remove his last item. His erection stood out in front of him, and even appeared to jerk a few times of its own volition. He made no attempt to cover himself as he returned to his seat.

Kirsty decided to make me do a truth. She asked me to describe my first ever orgasm (other than a wet dream). I had never told anyone about this before, as the story was very embarrassing. However, I knew I could totally trust everyone in the room, so I decided to go ahead and give an honest answer. My first orgasm had occurred not long after I reached puberty. I had been hanging out the laundry when I had become very curious about my sister's lingerie. As I had been at home alone, I went to her bedroom and looked through her drawers. I had then taken the next step of trying some on. I hadn't recognised the feelings of increasing excitement - it had felt a bit like needing to piss - so I was taken by surprise by my first ejaculation, which soaked through the panties and pantyhose I was wearing. I had been forced to cancel a trip to the beach so I could wash and dry them before anyone got home.

I had expected a fair amount of jeering as I told my story. To my surprise, the atmosphere was supportive, with excited anticipation. Looking back, I believe that my story had reinforced in everyone that same feeling of complete trust. We were all joined by incredibly strong bonds. Still, I'm not sure anyone really expected Kirsty's dare for Michelle. She dared her to lie on the floor and use her vibrator for two minutes "just like you did last night."

Her request was followed by complete silence. Andrew and I didn't dare to breathe in case it broke the spell of the previous few minutes. It was Michelle who spoke next. "Oh my goodness. You just wait."

Kirsty giggled. "It will have to wait, as you probably won't get a chance to get me back tonight." She was right too. As Michelle was naked before Kirsty, she would have no opportunity to devise a dare for her unless she was dealt both the ace and the queen before the game was over - very unlikely.

Picking up the vibrator, Michelle walked over to an open area of carpet and lay down. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, echoing the thoughts in our heads. However, her levels of sexual excitement overwhelmed any other feeling she was experiencing. As she spread her legs, the moisture leaking from her pussy glistened in the light, and the vibrator slid in with the utmost ease. Michelle started feverously working the vibrator in and out of her pussy, and up and over her clit. She appeared desperate to achieve orgasm within her two minutes, and having an audience didn't appear to put her off. She was breathing heavily and was starting to stiffen when Kirsty announce her two minutes were up. Kirsty stepped forward and restrained Michelle's hand, ensuring that she would remain unfulfilled for a while longer. Michelle groaned with frustration, and it took her a full minute before she stood up and returned to her seat.

By the time Michelle joined us again, Andrew had already dealt the cards, and I already knew I would be removing my boxers. As Andrew had done earlier, I stood up to do so, and give a quick twirl before sitting down. Kirsty was holding the queen of spades. As she read her dare, we knew there would be no more cards dealt. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE A PIECE OF YOUR CLOTHING (YOU DECIDE WHICH). She only had the one piece of clothing left, and the person on her left was Andrew.

It occurred to me that Andrew had not had any previous opportunity to touch my girlfriend. He had earlier been felt up by Kirsty, but hadn't had any opportunity to touch her in return. I wondered how I would feel now. As Andrew and Kirsty both stood up, Andrew directed Kirsty to sit back down and spread her legs. He then knelt in front of her and placed his fingers on the domes in her crotch. He obviously felt entitled to return the favour from earlier as he allowed his fingers to rub up and down her pussy as he opened her teddy. Kirsty moaned and wriggled in anticipation, and I felt a stab of jealousy as I watched them. However, Kirsty's next action was to look over in my direction. She stared openly at my penis straining against the fabric of my g-string, then she looking me in the eye and licked her lips. This obvious act of reassurance made my jealousy melt away, and I relaxed and enjoyed the show.

Andrew finally managed to undo the fastenings of Kirsty's teddy. By shuffling her bottom she allowed him to pull the material out from under her, and he pulled it up and over her head. She remained as she was, with her legs open wide and her blond bush and her pussy lips freely displayed. Her breasts jutted out from her chest with her nipples erect. Andrew sighed deeply and said, "You�re beautiful."

"I agree," echoed Michelle.

Kirsty reached out and grabbed my hand, and she gave it a quick squeeze. Andrew sat back on the carpet at Michelle's feet, and started gently stroking her calf muscle. Our minds were racing as we considered the possibilities of the last section of the game - the final dares.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 15: THE DARES ROUND

The final acts of the game that Kirsty and Michelle had devised were the final dares. As the winner, I was the only person still wearing any clothing - a black g-string that was part of the clothing they had organised for me to wear. I was entitled to demand a dare of each of the other three. My girlfriend Kirsty had come second, so she was entitled to set a dare for both Andrew and Michelle. Andrew in turn was entitled to demand a dare of his girlfriend Michelle, who as the first one naked had three dares to do with no opportunity (tonight) for payback.

The girls explained again the rules for the dares, including the system of vetoes (see chapter 12). We drew cards to see who would go first. I would have the first turn, followed by Andrew then Kirsty.

In the spirit of 'nothing ventured nothing gained' I went for broke and dared Michelle to give me a blowjob. As this dare involved contact with the darer (me), anyone was allowed to veto the dare. Surprisingly, Michelle looked like she was seriously considering it. However, Kirsty laughed kindly at me and said, "I don't think so - not tonight anyway." Andrew looked relieved at this. He had obviously been in two minds about this dare.

Still, my imagination was beginning to run wild and I decided to take another big risk. I dared the girls to hug and kiss for a minute with full body contact.

Kirsty and Michelle looked at each other carefully. Homosexual contact could be vetoed by any person. They appear to have this amazing ability to have complete conversations using just their eyes. I was hopeful as they hadn't rejected my dare straight away. They were obviously curious about the idea at least. Eventually Kirsty spoke for them both by saying that they might have been prepared to kiss, but the full body contact was too much for them.

As two dares for Michelle (and one for Kirsty) had already been rejected, I considered playing it safe and accepting their implicit offer to do the kissing dare. However, I still hoped to get more going on. I also realised that would be using up both my dares for the girls, leaving me to set only a solo dare for Andrew, which didn't interest me as much.

I had a sudden brainwave. My next suggestion involved them all. I proposed a group hug involving all three of them, with each person kissing each other person for a minute. The deciding factor was that I would allow Michelle to determine the positioning of everyone.

Everyone seemed happy with this compromise and eager to get into action. They jumped up from their seats and looked to Michelle for directions. She positioned Andrew to stand as the meat in the sandwich. She directed Kirsty to stand and press herself up against him from behind. As Michelle is shorter, she stood on some cushions and pressed herself into his front, and they hugged each other tightly. Andrew's hands roamed up and down her back before concentration on her buttocks. Kirsty stretched her arms around the both of them and caressed Michelle's arms and shoulders. Michelle returned the favour.

Michelle and Andrew's lips locked in a passionate embrace. No one bothered to watch the time. Eventually they separated by some unobserved signal, and Andrew twisted his head around. Kirsty moved herself around slightly so that she could meet his lips, then they too were kissing as naturally as if they had done so many times before. Finally Kirsty pulled back from Andrew, who seemed reluctant to let her go. Kirsty and Michelle's eyes met and held each other for a few moments. Then they both leaned in and their lips met. Their kiss was tentative and gentle, but it would easily have lasted the required minute.

As Kirsty and Michelle's lips parted, Michelle clung to Andrew and they kissed again. Kirsty broke away from them and came over to where I was sitting. She sat astride me, and I could feel the moisture of her pussy on my thigh. We kissed briefly, then she whispered in my ear. "Well, well, aren't you the creative one?"

Andrew and Michelle broke apart and sat down again. "Man that was hot," said Michelle.

Michelle walked towards the door on her way to the toilet. Andrew stopped her. "Hold on. It's my turn to make you do a dare."

"Can't it wait?"

"It might not have to. My dare is for you to allow anyone who wants to watch you pee."

"No way! I veto that."

"You can't. It's a solo dare, so the only people who can veto it are David or Kirsty."

Kirsty and I looked in each other's faces and tried to work out what the other would do. She must have known that I was hoping she would allow it. She came to a decision. "It's obvious that Michelle loves to be forced to show herself off. Michelle, I actually believe that you will enjoy showing us all one of your most intimate moments. Trust us."

Michelle looked at her defiantly for a moment. Then her whole demeanour changed, and she said, "Of course I trust you."

"Are you going to watch too?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course," Kirsty replied.

Michelle led us down the hallway to the toilet. She sat down with her knees together as Andrew, Kirsty and I arranged ourselves in the doorway. "Come on," said Kirsty. "Get those knees apart."

Michelle complied immediately, giving us a clear view of her red bush and pussy. We stood and waited. "I'm not sure I can do this," said Michelle.

"Tell us how you are feeling," instructed Kirsty.

"Nervous. Very nervous."

"What else?"

Michelle paused, then continued in a quiet voice, "Very turned on."

With that, she started to pee. From the doorway it wasn't easy to see, but the sound was unmistakable. After she had stopped, she held her position for an extra few seconds before tearing off some paper and wiping herself.

"Do you have any regrets?" asked Kirsty.

Again in a quiet voice Michelle replied, "No."

We returned to the lounge. It was Kirsty's turn to give dares to Andrew and Michelle, and we were all wondering what would come next. Her dare was very simple. "I dare you to 69 each other here in front of us."

There was no further words spoken. Michelle pushed Andrew down onto his back and jumped on top of him. She placed her knees on each side of his ears and leaned forward to take his penis into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, while he started licking and nibbling on her pussy lips and clit.

I stood transfixed at the sight before me. Kirsty moved behind me and, reaching round, gently released my cock and removed the g-string. Then she linked her arms around my chest and started nibbling on my shoulder and earlobe, never taking her eyes off the scene before us.

On the floor, Andrew came first. His first shot appeared to take Michelle by surprise, and his semen dripped out of her mouth and down over his balls and upper thighs. The next shots continued to shoot into her mouth, and she started gulping it down. When he had finished coming, Andrew rolled Michelle over so that he was on top, and he set to work with renewed vigour. She soon started to moan and stiffen before shaking in a huge orgasm.

At this point Kirsty very quietly dragged me from the room and took me down the hall to my bedroom.


FIRST FUN AND GAMES 16: LOSING IT

Kirsty ushered me into my bedroom and shut the door. We were both completely naked and as turned on as we had ever been in our lives. I looked inquiringly at her, and she just smiled and nodded her head. I grabbed her as we stood by the door and we kissed. Still kissing, we shuffled over to the bed and fell onto it. Then Kirsty rolled over until we were spooning together, lying on our left-hand sides. My cock nestled into her butt crack while my right hand reached around and started playing with her breasts. I massaged both breasts in turn, spending a fair amount of time toying with her nipples. At times I ran my hand over her stomach and down over her thigh. I then started to delve between her legs, where I found her wetter than ever before. She moaned appreciatively.

As I caressed Kirsty's body, I started thrusting with my hips into her buttocks. Then Kirsty reached between her legs and her hand found my penis. She moved her body and her legs so that our legs intertwined. Then I felt my penis slide into her vagina.

I hadn't known it was possible to have intercourse while in this position, so it took me a moment to work out what was going on. The incredible feeling I was experiencing was disrupting my thinking. She was warm and tight, and it is amazing I didn't come in the first two seconds. I froze and tried to control myself. Kirsty spoke gentle words of reassurance, telling me to stop or go whenever I felt the need. So we lay there still while I tried to bring myself back from the brink.

I continued to caress her body, focussing more attention on her clit. It felt really weird reaching round her body from behind her and finding my own penis between her legs. My fingers started doing what had done the trick several times in the past, and I could feel Kirsty starting to approach her peak. I started thrusting again, although I fell out twice and Kirsty had to put me back in again. I then stopped thrusting for a while and focussed on what my hand was doing. It was an amazing feeling being inside her as she orgasmed. As she came she shook violently, and she let out an involuntary cry.

As Kirsty started subsiding from her orgasm I started slowly thrusting again. We soon established a rhythm, and my penis only fell out one more time. As I felt my orgasm approach, I didn't try to hold back any more. Instead I kept thrusting with increasing vigour until I came with an intensity I had never experienced before. My penis kept pumping and pumping far longer than I had thought possible.

Afterwards, the first words I thought to say were "I love you."

Kirsty pulled my arms tight around her and replied "I love you too."

We were both utterly exhausted. With the bare minimum of effort we pulled back the bed covers and climbed in, resuming again the same spooning position as we drifted off to sleep.

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Chris Warner

March 2005

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