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Part One: Strip Poker Prologue

Mike's hands trembled as he sorted the playing cards that had just been dealt to him. The heart-pounding reality of what was happening around him had begun to overwhelm his senses. The tremors seemed to come from deep inside him; sweat popped out on his forehead; and his hands appeared to have just developed Parkinson's. It was excitement the likes of which he had never felt before. He was living a true fantasy. Playing strip poker with three beautiful women was the stuff of which college guys' dreams are made. Most of the time, though, these are dreams without substance. But, Mike already had pinched himself and this was no dream. In a few moments, Nina, the girl of his particular dreams, and her roommates, Lee and Phyllis, were about to undress, he hoped, before his very eyes. Mike's mind was ablaze with all the evening's potentialities. In a state of heightened awareness, he began to reflect on all the events, most of which seemed so simple and natural, that had lead up to this magic moment.

Nina

Nina was the most competitive women Mike had ever known. She simply had to win. Always. She also had that wonderful ability to turn every head when she entered a room. Mike vividly recalled his first encounter with her. He was working backstage at the University's concert hall when Nina burst into the wings. It was Nina's turn to perform at a piano competition and Mike was doing his usually boring student work-study gig as a stagehand. One look at Nina and Mike was captivated. She had dark flashing eyes, tanned skin, and long supple fingers that danced about while she mentally rehearsed the piece she was about to play. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she wore a long black clinging gown that revealed her lithe shape, her tiny waist, and her extra long legs. Mike simply could not take his eyes off of her.

Nina, conversely, seemed not to notice Mike's existence at all. She appeared to be in deep concentration. Mike could have been a chair for all it mattered to Nina.

Just as she was about to walk on stage, Nina turned to Mike, smiled a giant Julia Roberts-type smile, and said, "Wish me luck!" Without waiting for a response, she took a deep breath and charged on to the stage. The bright stage lights hit her and shined through her dress. Mike's eyes were led by the silhouette of her long legs under her dress to the narrow space illuminated between her thighs. Her gorgeous ass and confident walk straightway convinced Mike that Nina was someone very special.

The next time Mike saw Nina she was moving like a ballet dancer around a green-topped table at the campus pool hall. She carelessly tossed the long hair cascading down her back with every graceful move. Her tight white tank top and even tighter, low-slung jeans clung to her lean body. Leaning over to shoot revealed the top of her soft white bra and a bit of delicate cleavage. Mike intuitively knew that those small, trim breasts would never bounce even if she had been braless.

Mike was inching his way closer to Nina's table when she shrieked, "Jesus H. Christ!" and threw the cue-tip chalk across the room. It shattered in a puff of blue smoke against the far wall.

"I had you beat and scratched on the eight-ball! How stupid! Let's play again. I demand a rematch!" She flashed her big smile at the poor guy who plainly had had enough high pressure pool for one afternoon.

"I win one out of seven games and you demand a rematch?" he said as he put away his cue stick. "No, thanks. I'm done. Thanks for playing. I'll get over the humiliation after a few sessions with my therapist."

Nina responded by pouting, eyes still twinkling. She leaned provocatively back against the edge of the table and sighed. Suddenly she discovered Mike gawking nearby. Mike quickly averted his eyes, but was jarred back to attention when Nina rematerialized right in front of him saying, "Hi! Wanna play?"

About all Mike had ever played was the trumpet, so he knew that playing pool was not the way to make a good first impression with Nina. "I'm not much of a pool player," he mumbled. She immediately frowned and turned away looking for another victim in the room. "But, I would love to buy you a cup of coffee."

Mike looked quickly back and forth between her fantastic eyes and her full mouth. She saw that familiar look, the one that disclosed attraction. Her face softened and she said, "Sure."

Mike's heart began to pound. He had never been courageous enough to ask any girl out that quickly. "Anyway, if we played pool, you would probably take me for everything I have!" Mike blurted.

"First your money and then your clothes," Nina twinkled, "or maybe your clothes first!"

And, with an enticing wink, off Nina went in her usual rush. At the doorway, she stopped and seeing that Mike still hadn't moved, she smiled and said, "Coffee?" Mike blushed and chased after the most exquisite ass he had ever seen trapped in a pair of jeans.

In the next few days, their coffee rendezvous became more frequent, especially when Mike just "happened" to pass Nina's music practice room at her usual break time. It was in conversations over coffee that he found out just how competitive she was. Michael Jordan or Wayne Gretzky had nothing on her. She simply loved competing at anything. She loved playing games. She loved sports. And, she said she really got a major rush when she gambled! Using a fake ID and lots of guts, she had gone to a casino just across the state line and had had the time of her life. As she recounted that experience to Mike, he noted that her voice went up and she seemed completely exhilarated. The fact that Nina's nipples turned rock hard and became visible behind the fabric of her shirt when she became excited didn't escape Mike's notice either.

"Maybe we should go gambling sometime...or have a poker party or something," Mike said trying to be nonchalant.

"Be careful," Nina beamed. "I might just win the shirt off your back."

"Oh, strip poker...I see," Mike teased.

Nina's brow furrowed and Mike could almost see the gears whirling in her mind.

"Hmmm, now that's a thought. And, an exciting one at that," she said in a stage whisper and a wink.

Now in hindsight, Mike wondered if the seed of the night's activities had been sown at that very moment. Perhaps, so, but it took Lee to make the seeds grow to plants.

Lee

Mike was looking for Nina the day that he found Lee Kim, a gorgeous, thoroughly American girl of Korean descent. She was short, had long black hair, medium sized breasts, and wore the shortest skirts in the whole university. Mike had not formally met Lee, but he certainly had noticed her. Everyone noticed her. Once Mike had almost dropped an entire tray of food in the student union when Lee slid into a booth and he was treated to a glimpse of sheer white lace panties against dark skinned legs. Mike had masturbated often to thoughts of that magical moment.

Mike's actual introduction to Lee, however, came on the tennis courts. Nina had told Mike that she would be playing tennis that day, so he ambled by the tennis courts hoping to "accidentally" bump into her.

"Your advantage, but not for long!" a voice shouted.

"Forget that, honey!" shouted back a voice unmistakably Nina's. Whap! Whap! Such fury on a tennis court Mike had never seen—grunts, groans, ground strokes...and short little tennis skirts flouncing about tanned legs.

"Ha!" shouted Nina as she finally drove the ball past Lee. "That's my set!"

The two women walked over to the side of the court where Mike was waiting. Nina glistened with sweat. Her white tee shirt was wringing wet and stuck to her like glue. Mike tried to be nonchalant about viewing her clearly visible sports bra through her shirt. His attention, however, quickly turned to Lee whose shirt was just as wet. Her very dark nipples showed through both her white shirt and her bra, such as it was, underneath. Lee caught Mike staring, but made no attempt to hide anything. She just smiled. Mike quickly averted his eyes.

"Damn, I hate to lose," muttered Lee. Still smiling, she unclipped her long black hair and ran her fingers through it. Then her face changed to a pouty frown, "especially to you, roomie!"

"Desire, my dear, that's the key," Nina retorted. "The one with the most desire to win, wins!" Nina paused and noted Mike's eyes darting between Lee's eyes and her chest. "Hey, Mike...I want you to meet my roommate, Lee."

"Oh, so this is Mike, the trumpet player. Nina has told me a lot about you."

Mike's heart leaped. Nina must really be interested in me, he thought, at least interested enough to discuss me with her roommate. Mike began to have a very positive feeling about Nina's, and perhaps Lee's, potential interest in him. His revelry, however, was shattered by Lee's next sentence.

"You're the one who wants to play strip poker, I hear!" Lee smirked.

Mike died inside. He was trying very hard to impress this fantastic looking girl. But Nina obviously had told her roommate that Mike had suggested strip poker of all things! Mike turned beet red and stammered, "Well, not exactly...."

"Look at him blush!" teased Lee. "I think he must not have been serious. Men! You can never count on them!"

"Hey, wait a minute, you two." Mike spoke without really knowing what he was going to say. "I'm game if you are!"

He couldn't believe the words came out of his mouth. Now Mike was convinced that Nina and Lee would think that he had all the substance of a prepubescent teenager giggling in a tent after lights out at the Boy Scout camping trip. He wanted desperately to appear sophisticated, but this conversation was going the wrong direction. Mike was thoroughly intimidated by both of the gorgeous women standing before him.

Trying to recover, he gathered up his most macho nonchalance and said, "Anyway, I would most likely win. I wouldn't want to waste my time playing with girls who probably would quit before the game got...ah...shall we say, interesting!"

Nina and Lee simply looked at one another through narrowing eyes. Some sort of psychic inaudible communication zoomed back and forth between the two of them. It made Mike instantly apprehensive.

Finally Nina sneered, "I seriously doubt that such would be the case, Mr. Doubt-Our-Courage! Let's go get something cold to drink, I'm dying of thirst."

Again before Mike could say or do anything, Nina and Lee were on their way. Mike joined in hot pursuit. He tried at first to catch up with them, but then realized that two short tennis skirts were dancing in front of him along with an occasional glimpse of what was underneath each. Mike decided to simply follow along behind, or in actually, two lovely behinds.

Now Mike sat at a card table in Nina's apartment and reflected on the looks on their faces as the start of THE game drew nearer. They had that look—the one that said that they did not just cast aside his comments as idle conversation. They had received the dare, albeit inadvertent, and their competitive spirits had been challenged. They could not let this challenge pass by. Now Mike's mind raced back and forth between the delightful fantasy of forcing the girls to strip naked and the horrifying realization that they might be the ones forcing him.

Mike's focus moved around the table and fell on Phyllis—straight-laced, Baptist Phyllis. She had almost ruined the evening before it started.

Phyllis

After the tennis encounter, Nina invited Mike over for dinner at her apartment. The prospect of an evening—and a free meal—with both Lee and Nina sounded great to him, so he quickly accepted. When he arrived he was greeted by the fantastic aroma of garlic bread and by the third roommate, the lovely Phyllis.

Every student in the music department knew Phyllis...a promising singer, longish blond hair that she wore al la Veronica Lake with a thick lock hanging over one eye (although she likely never heard of Miss Lake). She had big super blue eyes, and the most magnificent breasts anywhere. Even when she covered them up, which most often she did, one simply could not look at Phyllis without looking at her boobs. Phyllis also had a reputation of being very conservative, a Baptist preacher's daughter, and somewhat shy, except when she sang.

The dinner was wonderful—lots of wine and great conversation. Even Phyllis was shrieking and laughing at Mike's rather lame jokes and stories by the end of the meal. Nina looked ravishing in her shirt made of knit material that molded itself to every curve and short little shorts. Mike was in heaven. Three gorgeous women and me, he thought, yes, there is a God!

Over dessert, Lee said, "Phyllis, you should have seen Mike blush today when I embarrassed him at the tennis court." Nina giggled aloud when Mike began to blush yet again.

"What did you say or, perhaps, do...this time, Lee?" replied Phyllis showing obviously fake sympathy for Mike.

"Oh, Mike is trying to talk us into playing strip poker," she whined.

"What!" both Phyllis and Mike exclaimed simultaneously.

"No, I'm not!" said Mike. "I have never tried to talk anyone into a strip poker game! I just mentioned it in passing...once...just once! Nina was the one who made a big deal out of it, and now, Lee won't let it alone!"

"Oh, so you are afraid to play us, huh?" Lee persisted.

Mike's masculine face-saving instincts along with the wine suddenly took over.

"Afraid? Did you say, afraid? Ok, Lee. Since you seem to have a fixation on this and are the one who appears to want to play. Let's do it. Right now. Right here. I'll show you who is afraid and who's not. Get out the cards."

Nina laughed, Phyllis frowned, and Lee said, "No fair. Three woman against one man! No way. We want at least equal numbers of manly tally-whackers to look at when we beat the pants off you guys! I'm no math major, but even I know when the odds are not right. So, you'll need to find some friends to join us...major hunks only, please!"

Phyllis turned beet red when Lee said tally-whackers. The word was unfamiliar, but the meaning was clear.

"You're not serious about...surely not...Lee! Lee, tell me this is just a little joke," moaned Phyllis.

"Oh, but I am serious...dead serious..."

"Oh, get real. We are not going to sit around here and take our clothes off for each other? No way...not me. The last time I played strip poker was in Girl Scouts in about the fifth grade. I was eleven, had nothing to show, and I still was mortified. Anyway, if the idea is for everyone to get naked, then you guys can just take off your clothes and be done with it. You don't have to play some silly game. Just go get naked, if you want!"

"No, you've got it all wrong, Phyllis. The first person naked loses and the rest win...the rest being us, of course," Lee explained. "Wouldn't you just love to see a bunch of guys get humiliated by us?"

Lee's eyes flashed as she spoke. Mike could see that what had started as just an innocent jab to make him uncomfortable was developing into a full-fledged fantasy for Lee. And, being in a position of power over a bunch of guys clearly was the most appealing part.

It's now or never, thought Mike.

"Ok, I'll make you a deal," he said in a bold wine-fortified voice. "I don't think you ladies are brave enough to accept it though. I think you are all talk and no do. Nevertheless, I'll get two other guys to make this a fair game, if and only if all three of you agree to play to the bitter end. No backing out. We play until someone is naked, and I mean completely naked. So, now Miss I-Can-Do-Anything-Better, put up or shut up...that goes for all three of you!"

Mike paused allowing his diatribe to set in among the group. Lee's eyes told the story. She couldn't turn down a challenge like that from any guy.

"Ok, I'm game," she sneered. "It won't take long to get your pants off...and then we'll see what you are really made of."

Phyllis gasped, "I can't believe I'm hearing this. No way. I've had a little wine, but I'm not stupid."

Phyllis attempted to fold her arms over her breasts. Instead, her folded arms just accentuated the size of her majestic tits. When she caught Mike glancing at her chest, she just rolled her eyes in disgust.

A sudden quiet came over the room as everyone turned and looked at Nina who was rinsing off dishes at the sink.

"Don't make a promise that you won't keep, Nina!" Mike warned. He could see Nina's neck turning red. He knew at that moment that she simply couldn't resist.

"When do we play?" Nina whispered.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Phyllis.

The Game

Mike had been skeptical that the game would actually take place, even after he, Jack, and Doug a week later carried a glass-topped table in through the front door of the girls' apartment and set it in the center of the living room. Even then, Phyllis made one last ditch effort to avoid playing.

"I can't believe you guys," said Phyllis. "I have been suckered into this; I didn't want to do this; I might not even do this...my Mother would kill me if...never mind...one thing's for sure, I had better have a bunch of wine right now or I'm...I'm out...you guys are out of your minds."

Phyllis was even more frantic than her rambling speech revealed. She had vacillated all week, but Nina and Lee had assured her that she would not lose. "Desire to win!" That's what Nina kept saying. Phyllis knew that there were no guarantees. And, she had never been naked in front of any man. She barely even looked at herself undressed. The thought of undressing with five friends was more than she could imagine.

Mike had misgivings too. Big ones. He had talked Jack and Doug into playing. Actually, it hadn't taken much persuasion. The possibility of seeing any of these three girls without clothes made their decision easy. The more difficult part was getting Nina's approval regarding which guys to ask. She had high standards, she had said, mostly related to two things: how they looked and, more important, whether or not they were very discreet. Everyone had to promise to keep this event a secret outside our little circle of six...forever.

Jack (short for Giacomo) was a flute player from New Jersey, one of the few straight male flute players in the music department, and a good looking, muscular, very Italian guy. He had wanted to get into Lee's pants for a long time, so this seemed a golden opportunity to him.

Doug had been less sure. He was an education major who happened to be in Marching Band, so he knew a lot of music students. He also was Jack's roommate, so he seemed a logical choice. Doug was very short with a slight build—a fairly ordinary looking, small guy. Nina objected at first, but when she realized that Doug probably could keep a secret and was an all-around fun guy, she relented.

Now the moment for which Mike had waited all week had arrived...and he was nearing a heart attack brought on by sheer excitement.

"Tequila shots," said Nina. "That's the magic potion that will make this work."

"Here, here," Mike said as he looked Phyllis over. She obviously had taken the clothing agreement to the limit.
All parties had agreed, after an afternoon of intense negotiation over coffee in the Student Union, that skirts and blouses were required for the women with shoes, slips, bras, and panties rounding out their ensembles. Phyllis had on a white blouse with a full slip visible under it. She was prepared to take off a lot of clothes before she had to expose anything at all.

Men were penalized one garment from the start, because in Nina's words, the men only had one "thing" of particular interest, while the women had two...or three depending on how one counted. Men, therefore, were required to wear shoes, shirts, pants, boxers, and "speedos," skimpy little combination swim suits and g-strings, under the boxers. The speedos were Lee's idea because she said that she had this thing for seeing men's tight asses barely covered.

"That's even better than the grand finale," she had said with an evil laugh.

The rules had not been very well thought out in Mike's opinion although they also were a product of much negotiation. With a bunch of music students playing, no one thought much about probabilities and such. Unlike the Boy or Girl Scout version of the game, the girls had insisted that when the first person became naked, the game ended. Everyone was to receive 5 poker chips with which to bet. In order to get more chips a person would have to trade in, that is remove, an article of clothing. Each article would be worth five additional chips. One could lose an article of clothing two ways, by having the lowest hand or by losing your chips. Everyone was required to ante one chip on each hand and once an article of clothing was off, it was gone for the duration of the game. The glass-top table, also Lee's idea, was to facilitate the viewing.

Mike's pre-game mental revelry came to a halt when, much to his shock, he saw straight-laced Phyllis throw back a shot of Tequila. The women had prepared all the other trapping of a nice party, hors d'oeuvres, drinks, etc. And, the group had had a round of drinks in an attempt to raise comfort levels and lower inhibitions. Lee was the first to take her place at the table. She began to shuffle the cards.

Mike was sipping his drink when he noticed Nina wink at Lee and then leave the room. Mike started to say something, when Phyllis interrupted, "Look. We aren't going through with this, right?" Phyllis was pleading at this point.

"Oh, hell, Phyllis," hissed Lee. "You promised to play. If you are not going to do it, then leave or stop your bitching." Phyllis, barely holding back tears, quietly went into the kitchen and downed another tequila shot.

Lee sat at the table shuffling the cards. She wore one of her typical super short skirts and had opted for leggings instead of a slip, claiming she had no slips in her wardrobe. Mike stood gazing through the glass table. Her legs were lovely even when covered by tight fabric .

Lee glanced up and noticed his stare as she uncrossed her legs. "Look now, big boy. Cause, what you see right now is about all you are going to see tonight!"

The guys had just taken their places at the table when Nina reappeared from the bedroom. She had changed into a heavy, giant sweatshirt with "Yale" emblazoned on the front.

"Hey, what's up with the sweatshirt?" Mike asked.

"There's no rule about what your shirt has to look like," she said. Suddenly, Mike realized that Nina was going to do anything to win—just as he should have expected.

"Come to the table, Phyllis," said Nina.

"Ok," Phyllis whispered downing yet another shot. She walked rather unsteadily and dropped into her chair.

Now the little group sat boy-girl-boy-girl around the table with lots of nervous body language clearly apparent.

"Everyone ante one chip," said Lee, as she dealt the first hand. It was at that moment, that Mike's hands began to tremble. It is really going to happen, he thought. Mike started getting an erection in anticipation of what was to come. Each person tossed a chip into the center of the table and the game began.

Mike glanced around the table. As everyone eyed their cards, game faces appeared on Nina and Lee. They were taking this very seriously now.

"Your bet, Doug," said Lee.

Doug's heart began to pound as he spread his cards apart and looked at first an ace followed by a king, a queen, and a jack in a variety of suits. Then he sighed—last was a five of spades.

"I pass," he said with a groan. Nina also passed, as did Jack.

Phyllis stared at a pair of jacks and very adventurously proclaimed, "Ok, I'll bet one." She gallantly tossed a chip in the pot.

Mike peeked at his two queens. "I'll see that and raise one," he said. Everyone tossed chips into the pot and began to discard. Lee drew three eights. Not too bad, she thought. Doug drew one card seeking the straight, but got another king.

At least I have a high pair, he thought. Maybe I won't have the low hand.

"I'll raise you one," smiled Phyllis.

She made it obvious to everyone that she had a good hand. Certainly Phyllis will not earn the nickname "poker face" tonight, thought Mike. Doug, Nina, Jack, and Mike quickly folded.

"I'll see that," said Lee. "What do you have?"

"Three jacks," screamed Phyllis as she jumped up and down in her seat. Phyllis' wonderful boobs bounced up and down as well. "I think I have decided that this game might not be so bad after all." She raked in the pile of chips and began to stack them in front of her.

Lee was crestfallen until she realized that all she had lost were a few chips. Jack had the low hand overall.

"Just as planned," whispered Nina, "Let's see those cute feet, Jack!"

"Ok."

Off came Jack's shoes. Phyllis was still bouncing up and down in her chair.

Lee looked at her one chip, threw it in the center of the table, and took off her shoes. "I might as well go ahead and get some chips now," she sighed.

Doug dealt the next hand and Lee, Doug, Jack, and Mike groaned simultaneously. Damn, Nina thought as she stared at two aces and two sixes...and one chip. Wouldn't you know it—a good hand and no betting muscle.

Phyllis peered at two queens and two fives. This is going great, she thought. I'm gonna win again!

Nina said, "I'll bet one."

Phyllis said, "I'll see that and raise you five!"

Her newly found courage was derived from the giant pile of chips sitting in front of her. Everyone but Nina immediately folded. Nina took off her shoes. Then to everyone's surprise, she slowly stood up and unzipped her skirt. It fell in a heap around her ankles.

"I'll see your five and raise you five more!" said Nina quietly as she sat back down demurely smoothing her shiny satin slip down around her legs.

Phyllis' eyebrows shot up, "Humph. Ok. I'll see that and take one card."

"I'll take one also," said Nina.

This is it, Mike thought. In order to bet again, Nina was going to have to remove her sweatshirt! Mike's breathing began to quicken in anticipation of seeing that her lovely body even if it was enshrined in satin. His palms got sweaty, his heart began to pound, and his dick came to full attention. Would she bet? That was the question.

Slowly Nina stood up. Mike could hardly breathe. Almost casually she pulled her arms inside the sleeves of her sweatshirt. A few swift maneuvers and out popped her hands again along with a white lace bra.

"Hey, you can't do that...no fair," shouted all the guys at once.

"No one said anything about the order of clothing to be removed," smiled Nina. Now we knew what the sweatshirt was all about.

"This is bull shit!" screamed Jack.

Nina merely smiled and took five new chips. "Raise you five," said Nina tossing them in the pile.

"I'll see that and raise four," said Phyllis with an air of defiance pushing the last of her once large pile of chips to the center. Phyllis had a wild look in her eye. With the alcohol's help, she was into this big time. "Now what are you gonna do, roomie?"

Nina stood, reached under her sweatshirt and grabbed the top of her half-slip. As she wiggled down the slip, Mike caught a glimpse of white lace down below just before she pulled the sweatshirt back over her panties. She took five chips from the bank and tossed four on the table.

This was not working as planned at all, Mike thought. Nina had lost four out of six pieces of clothing and still was not showing anything!

Phyllis slapped her cards onto the table. "I have a full house—queens and fives! Ha!" She reached for the pile of chips.

"Not so fast, as they say in Vegas," whispered Nina quietly.

She placed three sixes and two aces one by one on the table. Everyone gasped! Nina sat smugly grinning her usual magnificent grin. Little beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her calm. Now she had the big pile of chips, it was everyone else's turn to undress.

Doug had the low hand. Without saying a word, Phyllis took off Doug's Doc Martins and, in turn, Doug removed Phyllis' shoes.

Jack mused, "I think that sets a nice precedent for later in the game."

"Don't get your hopes up, buster," laughed Lee. "Nina's deal."

Mike couldn't keep his eyes off Nina's legs as they crossed and uncrossed under the transparent table. Her pubis was so near, yet so far. He wondered what it looked like. The thought of finding out made his hands tremble again.

Nina dealt, picked up her cards, and looked down at one of the worst hands she had ever seen. Now we'll have some action, she thought knowing that the guys likely had good hands. She mused to herself, Maybe now is the time for someone naughty—namely me—to build up the pot in a big way.

Mike noticed her secret little smile, but mistook it for a sign of a good hand.

Jack and Doug stood up to take off their shirts in preparation for betting on the next hand. Mike slipped off his shoes and took new chips from the bank in return.

The girls started to hoot and cheer when Jack removed his shirt so he rewarded them with a bunch of muscle flexing. Jack is one hairy guy, thought Mike. The girls, however, had turned their attention to his big arms, broad shoulders, and washboard stomach. All three of them began to high-five each other when Jack ran through his mock Mr. America routine.

Doug, on the other hand, was hairless, skinny, and small. He could have been the old "98 lb. weakling" poster child. Nevertheless, he too flexed, mocking each of Jack's moves as if he were a body builder to the cheers of the female contingent.

Jack then looked at his new cards and his heart sank. He had the two of hearts and the king, queen, five, and three of clubs—a real long shot at drawing a flush. Here go the pants, he thought grimacing.

The rest of the players tried to keep "poker faces" while looking at great hands all around. Mike had three threes; Lee had two pair, fours and eights; Doug had three tens; and Phyllis again had two pair, this time aces and nines. Each member of the group, hardly high caliber poker players, got their hopes up instantly.

Jack wisely passed. Phyllis, less confident now, said, "I bet...ah...two."

Having hardly been in the game up to now, Mike boldly declared, "I'll see your two and raise three." He shoved his five chips forward, stood, then took off his shirt and tossed it into the growing pile of clothes. He grabbed five chips and sat quickly down. Nina looked Mike over head to toe and smiled. In return, Mike tried to peek under the very short "Yale" shirt that now served as her skirt also, but her gorgeous legs were tightly closed.

Lee reluctantly stood, reached under her short skirt and quickly pulled down her leggings. Mike was sitting next to her, so he caught only a quick glimpse of black panties as she did so—a fantastic foretaste of things to come. Lee shoved all nine of her chips to the center of the table and with a raspy voice said, "See you and raise you four! That's nine chips to you, Doug."

Doug looked at his "three of a kind" hand carefully. Then he stood and slowly unzipped his pants. The girls began to clap in unison. Gales of laughter followed when Doug's pants dropped to the floor. Doug was wearing very large boxers with big yellow smiley faces on them. He smiled, collected his chips and matched the pot.

"Take something off so I can deal, Phyllis," said Jack. "Let's keep this moving."

"Not so fast," said Nina. "I still get to bet." Brows furrowed all around with this unexpected move. "I'll see your nine...and raise you five."

Phyllis gasped. She would have to remove both skirt and blouse to meet the bet. Or she could simply fold. The tequila began to think for her and she said to herself, What the heck, I think I have the winning hand. I might have to take off my slip to win the hand though. But, who cares. Boys have seen more of me in a swim suit. She had carefully chosen her bra and panties for the occasion. She knew that there was nothing transparent about either of them!

Jack was even more uncomfortable. I should just fold, he thought. Obviously, that was the best strategy. On the other hand, if I can draw the flush, I'll still have on my speedo and I'll win big. If not, I'll be naked and pissed for not having seen one single breast in this entire game.

Jack did see, however, the way that Lee looked at him when he took off his shirt. He sensed that, with a little luck, he might just get her horny with all this undressing—horny enough to get him laid later. Lee's tight body eclipsed Jack's good sense and he said, "I'll see that bet."

Nina hopped up and switched on the stereo. Strains of the "Stripper" blared forth. Nina had set up the music for just this part of the evening. Jack stood and unzipped his pants to the music. He turned away from the table and peeled off his jeans revealing goofy looking "Tweety-Bird" boxers. Obviously, he and Doug had shopped for appropriate "strip poker party" boxers together. He kicked off his pants and shoved ten chips out on the table.

"I believe you are four short," sighed Lee, "so to speak."

Still moving to the music, Jack hooked a thumb in each side of his boxers and slowly pulled them over his hips. All three girls involuntarily gasped as they saw his dick clearly outlined in the tight nylon fabric. He turned slowly, bumping and grinding, to reveal that his speedo was a thong in the back! Nina began to cheer. Lee simply stared at Jack's trim ass. Suddenly, Jack sat down and tossed four more chips on the table.

He smiled at Lee. Lee had a serious look of pure lust.

All eyes then turned to Phyllis.

"Ok," she said out loud to herself. "I can do this. I'm a big girl."

"You certainly are," mocked Jack. "Let's see just how big!"

Ignoring Jack, Phyllis slowly began to unbutton each tiny button on her blouse. She blushed as she took off the blouse and carefully folded it. She had on a white slip and bra, but both could hardly contain the massive breasts beneath, especially when she bent over to put down her blouse.

Next came the skirt. It fell quickly away after she unzipped it. Standing there in her slip, Phyllis looked for the world as if she had just stepped off the stage of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." She demurely sat back down, but her hard nipples were visible against the soft fabric.

Jack, without thinking, reached down and "adjusted" his quickly hardening prick to which Lee responded, "Need some help with that?"

"Yes," laughed Jack. "My doctor told me not to lift anything heavy."

Realizing that it would take both his pants and his boxers to continue and not being completely stupid, Mike folded.

"Spoil sport," nagged Nina.

"Just good poker playing," Mike responded. "Lee, I believe that you are a bit short."

"We'll see who is SHORT!" she retorted. "Very soon in fact."

Mike guessed that she would take off her blouse and he was ready to see those breasts with the dark, dark nipples, even if a bra covered them. Instead, she stood and slipped off her skirt. Mike's mouth fell open as he gazed at her silky black panties. Her panties came to a low "V" in the front as if they were pointing to the magic spot beneath. She boldly pulled the sides of her panties up and let the elastic snap back against her waist with a pop.

With all the attention turned to Lee, no one noticed as Doug began to fidget in his seat. It was show time for Doug...or time to fold. What the hell, he thought. "I guess I need five more chips," he said. Down came Doug's boxers and every eye in the place bulged.

Jesus, Mike thought. Why do the smallest guys always seem to have the largest dicks?

Doug's speedo hardly contained his big prick. Instead of whistling and cheering, the girls sat in silence. Doug blushed mightily. He slid back into his chair feeling absolutely uncomfortable. Finally, air whistled through Nina's lips and she said, "Perhaps we should just deal now."

Phyllis began to breathe deeply with eyes directed at Doug's crotch.

"Size matters," whispered Nina. Phyllis began to giggle nervously.

Forcing her attention back to the game, Phyllis took one card hoping for another ace or nine. She peeped under the edge of the card and saw...a five.

Lee took only one card looking for an eight or a four. She got a jack instead.

Doug took two. He thought, will I get a fourth ten? No.

Nina took four cards.

"What in the hell were you betting on?" Mike shouted. Nina just smiled.

Jack dealt himself one card. There's really no hope, he thought. I should have folded. He turned up the edge of his card. It was the four...of clubs! He had a flush! And he had only one chip—one chip away from showing his dick, now obviously one of the smaller members in the room. "Phyllis, it's your bet."

"I pass," said Phyllis.

"Lee?"

"I'm just watching here." Lee had her "game face" back on.

"Pass," blurted Doug.

"Me too," said Nina. She knew if she pushed too hard, the game might fall apart. And, she was anxious to see what was under Doug's speedo.

Jack shoved his last remaining chip forward. "I'll bet one."

"Damn you, Jack." cried Phyllis.

"Take it off now...or take it off next hand, Phyllis." Jack responded looking directly at Phyllis' tits.

"Same as at the beach, same as at the beach," Phyllis kept saying to herself as she slipped the straps of her slip off each shoulder and let the top fall first away from her breasts and then down to her ankles. She had on a white satin bra. Her large boobs seemed to spill out all around the edges of the large cups. They simply begged to be free. She tossed a chip in the pile and sat down with her arms across her breasts.

Mike's eyes, instead, were on her white panties. They were designed to cover the subject, as well they did, but the hint of wetness on the front of her panties identified the exact location of her vagina. She is turned on, realized Mike. He stared through the glass top table until Phyllis said, "Are you taking a picture there, Mike?"

Mike turned crimson red.

Lee already was taking off her blouse. Her dark Asian complexion was perfect. And, so were her breasts encased in her black bra. Those magic nipples were responding again in a magnificent way.

"I fold," said Doug. "If I don't and I lose, then I won't be able to ante next game and the game is over." There was disappointment on every girl's face.

Nina looked carefully at the chips in front of Lee and Phyllis. "I'll see that and raise you...ah...three," said Nina triumphantly.

"Oh, my god, she's buying the pot," said Jack. "These rules suck!"

Nina had us. In order for Jack to bet, he had to remove his speedo. When he did, the game would be over. Checkmate!

The three girls smiled at each other.

"Shit," said Jack throwing his cards on the table.

"Oooo. And he had a flush too!" Nina smirked. "When Jack ante's on the next hand, he has to show us everything anyway, just a small delay, and the game is over. And, we ladies have maintained our dignity."
"Wait," I said. "We haven't finished this hand yet."

"A formality," said Lee. "Phyllis has aces and nines. Take the pot, Phyllis. And turn up the music so Jack can show us what he's got."

"Wait," I said. "The hand is not over until the low hand removes a piece of clothing."

The realization of what I said hit Nina like a ton of bricks. She had been so crafty, yet she had forgotten about the low hand rule. She had the low hand. And she was wearing only that big baggy sweatshirt and panties.

My moment had arrived.

Nina stood. She looked around the table and then, while trying to keep her shirt down, she tugged at her white panties. She had to quickly bend over to pull them down over her hips. For the briefest of moments, there appeared her lovely brown, trim bush. Just as quickly, she recovered adjusting the sweatshirt to cover herself...barely.

"Turn around," said Jack, "I did, so you have to too."

Nina moved slowly around. The sweatshirt couldn't cover the bottom half of the cheeks of her ass—and a magnificent ass it was peeking out from under the rough gray cotton. Tan lines very clearly indicated the demarcation between legs and ass. She started to sit down when suddenly Jack shouted, "Think fast!" He threw a shot glass toward Nina.

Reacting by reflex, Nina reached out and caught the unexpected missile. In doing so, the bottom of her sweatshirt popped up revealing her beautiful pussy at everyone's eye level. It was a moment that Mike would remember every time he jacked-off for months after that.

Quickly, Nina recovered, but instead of screaming, which obviously was her first impulse, she just smiled and began to laugh. Before long all six were all laughing with tears rushing down their cheeks.

"Ante up," Phyllis shouted. "I believe it is my deal. Who has a single chip with which to ante?" she drawled sounding like our English professor.

I held up a chip, as did Lee, Doug, Nina, and Phyllis. All eyes turned to Jack.

"I guess this is it," said Jack. He began to dance around the table as he slowly tugged his speedo lower and lower. The girls clapped and cheered. Finally, out popped Jack's semi-erect dick.

"A masterpiece," shouted Nina.

"Michelangelo should have sculpted Giacomo instead of David," laughed Lee.

Phyllis simply stared. Everyone knew that this likely was the first dick Phyllis had ever seen "in person."

"I've decided I like this game," sighed Phyllis.

"Ok, gather around for the incriminating evidence," said Nina as she took out a camera.

"Wait, I didn't agree to this," said Jack.

"It's just for memories and to enforce discretion," she said as she mounted the camera on a tripod and set the timer.

"I protest," shouted Jack.

"Methinks you protest too much, Giacomo," quipped Nina.

Everyone gathered around Jack—Lee and Phyllis in bra and panties, Doug with massive dick safely contained in his speedo, Nina in her sweatshirt, and Mike, Mr. Know-When-To-Hold-And-Fold with his pants firmly in place.

Flash! The camera captured the wonderful moment.

"I demand a rematch!" said Jack as he searched for his clothes under the girls' watchful eyes.

"Yeah," said Lee. "We didn't get to see much of Mike!"

"Hey, what about the lady in the trick sweatshirt," Mike said pointing at Nina.

"Nope. That's it. We've got winners and a loser. So, the game is over," said Nina.

"Hey, what's the matter? Are you afraid to play us again with better rules? Are you chicken?" Mike sneered.

Nina's eyes narrowed. She had received the challenge and, after all, she is the most competitive woman in the world!

"Maybe, maybe not," said Nina with that twinkle in her eye. Part Two: Screw Your Neighbor The Plan

Mike found Nina sitting in the music school's student lounge. After his evening of strip poker with Lee, Phyllis, Doug, and Jack the weekend before, Mike was eager to talk to her. She looked stunning, as usual, with her dark hair pulled back and a long slinky black skirt with a burgundy blouse made from the same type cloth. She draped across a ratty old leather chair. The clinging material in her outfit revealed that she was not wearing a bra that day. Her nipples seemed to wink at Mike from behind the soft fabric. He took a seat next to her trying not to be too obvious in staring at her nipples.

"Any problems, regrets, guilt, or anything after our little party," Mike whispered.

"Phyllis had a raging headache the next day from a bit too much Tequila, but otherwise, no one was the worse for wear," she smiled. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. "It was quite an experience for everyone. I certainly don't feel guilty or embarrassed. And, I think that even Phyllis, good Baptist Phyllis, deep down inside thought it was fun."

"Deep down inside?" Mike said feigning shock. It was pretty obvious to him given the way Phyllis had stared at Doug and Jack's dicks that either she enjoyed the view or she was extremely curious. "What did she actually say?"

"Well, that's a little secret among us girls," Nina said with that naughty, mischievous look on her face. Mike loved the way her nose crinkled up a little when she made a slightly naughty comment. "But, I can tell you that we all enjoyed seeing Jack in all his glory. And, we wanted a bit...ah...more complete look at Doug. He certainly has a way of commanding one's attention. Whew! And, I won't tell you what we said about you!" Nina smiled that ear-to-ear smile of hers and giggled.

Mike replied laughing, "I won't tell you what the other guys said about you either then...except for our extreme disappointment in your cheap-shot sweatshirt 'cover-up' routine! Jeez! Cheaters never win, you know!"

Mike's scolding seemed to touch Nina's competitive nerve. Her eyes flashed.

"That wasn't cheating! That was simply good strategic play!" she argued. "Anyway, you got a small peek at me, thanks to Jack, and I didn't get an equal opportunity with you. You didn't have to show anything, you turkey!" She pursed her lips into a big pout and raised one eyebrow.

"I guess that calls for a rematch," Mike said hoping that she would take the bait without his being too obvious.

"Like I said the other night, maybe yes and maybe no. But, don't get your hopes up, big boy. That may have been your once-in-a-lifetime experience. Anyway, I have my recital coming up in a few days, so I need to concentrate on the piano for now." She paused and gave Mike that Nina look. "I will need some coffee and company occasionally, however," she hinted.

"I'm happy to provide that service!" Mike said standing and bowing low.

"You are a sweetheart," Nina said. She hopped up and gave Mike a quick kiss on the cheek. And just as quickly, she was off at her usual break-neck speed with high heals clicking loudly on the tile floor.

Mike watched as her wonderfully tight ass sway out the lounge door. She looked back at Mike over her shoulder, as if she knew Mike was watching, and smiled. Mike touched the place on his cheek where she had kissed him. He could still smell her perfume lingering in space. She is one spectacular lady, he thought.

Jack came in the door carrying his flute just as she went out. Obviously he had noticed Nina's braless tits also because he stared directly at them when Nina passed by. "I can't believe we didn't uncover those magnificent little cup cakes when we had the chance," Jack lamented.

"Maybe we'll have another opportunity," Mike said. "We just need to bring it up, so to speak, at just the right moment."

"Any of those three women can bring it up for me just by walking into the room," laughed Jack.

Then the idea hit Mike. "I got it! Let's plan a party at your place after Nina's recital! She will be ready to party big time. What do you think?"

"Done!" said Jack. Both guys discretely made strategic penis adjustments in their pants. The thought of a game #2 affected each of them in a distinctly familiar way. They both burst out laughing at the coincidence.

The Humiliation

Nina's recital was stunning. She played with such grace and passion. She simply swept you away with the emotion in her music. Sometimes she played so delicately that the instrument seemed to sing with her caresses and other times she lifted herself completely off the piano bench with the massive force of her touch.

"See you at Jack's." Mike said after the performance as the numbers of her back stage admirers began to diminish.

"Tell Jack that I had to invite some of the faculty to the party as a courtesy. I really don't think any of them will actually come. And, if they do, they won't stay long." Nina not only was musically proficient, but she knew how to endear herself to her teachers as well.

By the time Nina arrived later at Jack and Doug's house, the party was in full swing. It didn't take Nina long to catch up. In a short time, there wasn't a certifiable designated driver in the whole group!

Jack and Doug lived in a little, old farmhouse about four miles out in the country. Their house had a screened-in porch all across the front. The screens obviously had been added long after the original structure was built. A long, tree-lined drive led up to the house from the main road. Jack and Doug rented from a family that lived almost a mile back down that rural county road, so the place was very secluded. Doug particularly liked it because his rock band could rehearse there and not disturb anyone but the livestock. And, we enjoyed partying as loudly as we wanted without also enjoying a visit by the local police.

The party was really heating up when Lee looked out the window and saw a car making its way up the drive. It was an old green Plymouth, unmistakably one belonging to faculty member, Dr. Thom Sovitski.

"Oh my god," exclaimed Lee. "It's Sovitski. Who invited him?"

"I did," Nina said rolling her eyes. "He was standing there with several other faculty when my piano teacher asked everyone over to her house to celebrate my recital performance. All I could do was tell them that we had a party planned here, and that they were welcome to come. I think my piano prof actually was relieved that she got off the hook so easily. I guess Sovitski is the only one brave...or stupid...or bored enough to actually show up."

Thom Sovitski was a young professor, actually an assistant professor in rank, who taught music theory. He was just out of graduate school, and actually was not that much older than the students. But, he seemed light years older to the group gathered for the party.

Sovitski was the ultimate nerd. He always had a major chalk mark across his rear end; his wardrobe consisted only of clothes the total opposite of current fashion; and he actually carried a plastic shirt pocket protector filled with pens. Despite his nerdiness, he was an extraordinary scholar and musician—word around the school was that he amazed his classes with his musical knowledge and his ability to play virtually anything on the piano while never once stopping his lecture. But, clearly he was devoid of any social skills.

According to Lee, who was in his class, he also was just as horny as all the rest of the guys. Lee, famous for wearing the shortest skirts in the school, sat on the front row in his class, just as she did in all classes taught by men. She reported with some pride that he looked every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs. She enjoyed playing the "almost flashing your panties game" just to fluster him and to try to make him lose his place in his lecture. Apparently, he frequently did just that.

Sovitski's car was slowly moving up the drive when suddenly, Jack shouted, "I have an idea. Everyone be quiet! Lee, quick take off your blouse!" Jack ran back into his bedroom and emerged with a giant pile of his and Doug's dirty clothes.

"What?" said Lee seemingly in shock.

"Come on, be a sport and take off your blouse--or at least the left half--and pull your bra strap down off your left shoulder. Quickly!" Jack opened the front door and tossed the clothes out in a heap on the front porch. He followed those with several pairs of shoes.

Confusion appeared on all the faces present.

"What's up, Jack? Hey, those are my good shoes," said Doug.

"Take off my blouse right here? Jack, you pervert," questioned Lee. "I may be drunk, but I'm not that drunk."

Jack pulled her close and whispered something in her ear. Slowly an evil smile crept over Lee's face. "Ok, I'm just drunk enough to do that, I guess. I think I see my academic career passing before my eyes though."

Lee was pretty smashed all right. And, she was gorgeous. She slipped off her blouse revealing a floral bra that snapped in the front. Her Asian complexion looked fantastic against the colorful bra. She covered her medium sized breasts with one arm and slipped her bra strap off her shoulder. Mike was mystified as she maneuvered her arm through the strap and tucked it under her arm. His dick, along with every other one in the room, began to spring to attention.

"Now, everyone start talking like a party is going on in here," instructed Jack. He peeked out the window as Dr. Sovitski's ugly green car pulled up in front of the house. The professor got out of his car, made his way up onto the front porch, and knocked on the door. A hush fell over the party on Jack's cue.

Lee cracked open the door, then leaned around it revealing only her bare left shoulder and arm. In her most coquettish voice, she said, "Gosh, Dr. Sovitski, we...uh...didn't expect you...ah...well...ah." Eyeing the pile of clothes on the porch, she loudly whispered "Uh...there's something that you need to know...ah...Everyone in here took off their clothes before they came in." She stopped as if she was at a loss for words and looked back at the pile of clothes on the porch.

Sovitski looked at the clothes, looked back at Lee and her bare shoulder, looked back at the clothes, took a deep, audible breath, and said, "Well...(long thoughtful pause)...ok."

Lee gently closed the door almost bursting with laughter. "He said OK," she whispered through her stifled giggles. There was dead silence in the room as the reality of the moment began to finally sink in with everyone.

There was muted shuffling outside the door. Slowly the doorknob turned, the door swung open, and there stood Dr. Thom Sovitski, young scholar, completely naked...except for his black socks! His skinny body seemed even thinner as he stood there holding his hands over his dick and balls.

Everyone gasped, particularly Dr. Sovitski. When he saw a room filled with fully clothed students staring back at him, his jawed dropped. There was an awkward moment of silence that seemed to last forever. Then, without a word, he simply closed the door in front of him and the room suddenly erupted with whelps of stifled laughter. Tears began to flow all around the room. It was like getting tickled in church, but being unable to laugh. The harder one tried not to laugh, the greater the pain and the need to laugh.

Again there was a flurry of activity on the other side of the door. "I'm going to be expelled," squeaked Lee. "I'm the only one here who actually is in his damn class. Jesus, I can't believe I actually did that." She peeped out the window in time to see Dr. Sovitski clutching some of his clothes and heading for his car.

Lee threw on her blouse and ran out the door after him. "Dr. Sovitski, wait! Don't leave." Panting breathlessly, Lee caught up with him all the while attempting to button her blouse. "That was a pretty cruel trick. I'm sorry if we...ah...I crossed way over the line. Come back and let us apologize. Please?" She gave him her most sincere, sad puppy dog look.

She also had buttoned her blouse incorrectly. It was all askance. Lee unbuttoned her blouse and started over again. When she did, she exposed her bra-covered cleavage to the professor. She brightened when she noticed that he glanced more than once at her tits as she tried to get herself together. With that, she really turned on the charm.

"Please, Dr. Sovitski, forgive us. It was all in fun," Lee pleaded.

"Well," said Thom again glancing at Lee's state of undress. "That was about the most embarrassing thing that I have ever done. I don't know if I can face those people. Plus, if this ever got spread around campus, it could threaten my job." He looked as if he had lost his very last friend.

"Come on, Dr. Sovitski. We all respect you; you're everyone's favorite prof; and we want you to just hang out with us," Lee lied. "The only reason that the joke got pulled on you was because you were the last to arrive and we knew that you could take a joke." She realized that he could make significant trouble for her if he wanted to do so.

Thom Sovitski reluctantly straightened up his clothes. Lee took him by the hand and led him back in the house. The rest of the gorup, after watching the scene unfold outside, burst into loud applause when Lee and Dr. Sovitski entered the living room. Everyone patted the good professor on the back; the girls feigned excitement with little sly little remarks about anatomy; and soon Dr. Sovitski relaxed and laughed along with the rest of group.

"You really had me going there," said Dr. Sovitski exhibiting his typical gift of gab...or the lack thereof.

The Discovery

As the party went on, the crowd began to dwindle, as did the loudness level of the music and peoples' ability to think clearly. Thom Sovitski, after several drinks, found a corner in which to sit quietly. Occasionally, someone would go over and strike up a one-sided conversation with him, but for the most part he was happy getting pleasantly smashed in the presence of people. This likely was the most fun he had had in months.

After a while, only the hard-core party people remained—Mike, Doug, Jack, Nina, Phyllis, Lee, the good Dr. Sovitski, and a girl named Linda who was a bit older than the rest of the students, a graduate student majoring, like Nina, in piano performance. Linda was a pretty plain looking individual, but it was clear that, once one got passed her ordinary face, there was a terrific body hidden away under there. She had auburn hair and wore a long "broom stick" pleated skirt and knit top. She had that type of heavy breasts that tended to undulate every time she took step.

Linda was tidying up some of the party remains on the kitchen counter when she accidentally knocked a stack of papers on the floor. Out in plain view fluttered Jack's copy of the picture that Nina had taken at the strip poker party. Three or four people stooped at once to help pick up the papers, so there was no hiding the photo. Jack, with his partially erect penis pointing at the camera, surrounded by a bevy of partially clothed people was difficult to overlook.

"And what is this?" gasped Linda. "Oh my god, that's Jack! And I mean all of Jack!"

"Uh...uh," said Jack grabbing the photo. "It was just a little game among friends."

Linda grabbed the photo back. "Game? Were you the big winner or the big loser?" Linda mused. "And you girls in your underwear? You have piqued my interest!" She looked around the room awaiting a response.

"We just went wild one night and played strip poker," admitted Nina. "And, OF COURSE, the guys lost, much to their chagrin."

"And, we still demand a rematch," Mike shouted. "There was definite deception going on as well as creative rule making."

Suddenly, there was a crash across the room. Lee stumbled and fell headlong into the middle of the living room floor knocking over a lamp that Doug barely caught before more damage occurred. Everyone gasped thinking she must be hurt. They were greatly relieved when the obviously smashed Lee began to giggle uncontrollably. Her short skirt road up high on her thighs and her blue floral panties that matched her bra came into plain view. Mike stared directly at those same little wisps of public hair that had poked out around the edge of her panties in the strip poker game. Given the angle of her legs, those hairs and the outline of her pubis were completely visible. Mike wanted to freeze that moment forever.
Lee pulled herself together as best she could and continued to giggle as she tugged at her skirt. "OOOOPS," she laughed. "I seem to be exposed here."

"Are you hurt?" Mike said trying to act as if he was not staring at her crotch.

"I'm ok...no known injuries." she slurred. Shit-faced understated her condition. "Somebody needs to drive me home though, I'm afraid." Then Lee noticed Mike staring at her panties. She tugged her skirt down and said, "And, my chauffeur likely should not be you, Mike. I think you suddenly have gotten some naughty ideas."

"I have naughty ideas too," said Jack, "but I'll take you home anyway." Jack bent down and picked Lee up as if she was weightless.

"Bye, everyone," shouted Lee as she threw her arms around Jack's neck. Jack swung her up higher in his arms, one arm under her shoulders and one under her legs. When he did so, the bottom of her skirt again fell away from her body. There, encased in flowered panties was Lee's lovely ass for all to see. Her labia were outlined by the thin nylon of her panties. Mike wanted to tell Jack to hold that pose forever, but instead, out the door and into the night went Jack with his precious, inebriated cargo. That moment would have made the whole evening worthwhile had it not been for the events that followed.

The Challenge

"Now back to the matter at hand," said Linda. "You guys actually played strip poker?"

"No," said Doug dripping with sarcasm. "Every time we get together, Phyllis just insists that Jack gets naked. It's her thing...about his thing."

"I do not!" said Phyllis. "Doug, why do you always pick on me, you turkey? By the way, that's not really me in the picture, Linda. It's my naughty twin sister."

"Right," said Nina, "Actually that's her stunt double!"

"Correct," laughed Phyllis. She winked at Doug.

"So, how about that rematch?" Mike said plunging recklessly ahead with his and Jack's planned agenda. "Or, are you girls to chicken to play...to play fairly, that is? Linda, they made up rules as they went along in the last game. It was not fair. Nina knows that in a fair game, she would have lost. And, she just can't face losing."

These were fighting words to the lovely Nina. Her eyes flashed, her face turned red, and that twinkle returned in her eye.

"We're not playing strip poker anymore and that's final," reponded Nina. "And, it's not because I'm chicken, smarty-pants. It's the game that sucks. In real poker, you play the odds to win—if you don't take a few risks, you will lose. In strip poker if you play to win, you lose. If you fold on every hand, you keep your clothes on—just like you did, Mr. Mike—so you actually win by not losing, if that makes sense to anyone. The best way to bet in that last game was not to bet at all!"

Nina had the look of defiant power her eyes. She was right and she knew it. Given prior experience, Mike knew that a new game would be reduced to no betting and a lot of folding. He couldn't argue with Nina's logic. Nina's little dimples occupied most of my limited attention, but his heart sank when he realized that another game likely would not happen.

"You need a game that has one clear loser after each hand," said Dr. Sovitski sitting way over in the corner. His statement was so quiet that the others hardly noticed him.

"What's that, Prof?" Mike said.

"I said you need a simple card game in which everyone wins, except for one person. Also one in which everyone has equal amounts of risk, skill, and luck," Sovitski retorted. He almost sounded as if he was about to launch into one of his lectures.

"Well, poker is not that game," whined Nina. "Why risk your chips by trying to draw a winning hand, when you can just fold and lose only one chip? I don't know of any other game that meets Dr. Sovitski's criteria either, so let's just forget it, why don't we?" Nina demanded.

Mike began to try to salvage what remnants he could from an idea that was fading fast. "Others are entitled to opinions also, you know, Nina. How about you, Linda? Brave enough to try a little stripping game?" Mike flashed his biggest, most challenging smile.

Linda blushed through about nine different shades of red. "I don't know. I'm not sure I know any of you well enough. Can you be trusted?" The alcohol had begun to slur her speech just slightly. This gave Mike renewed courage.

"I believe that this photo proves that we, particularly Jack, are good sports about it," Mike declared.

"I guess then it would depend on the game and the players." Linda glanced around the room as if she had said something really nasty and then she looked down stifling a small smile.

Nina couldn't control her competitive streak any longer. "You find the game and the players that will satisfy my friend, Linda, and we'll play you again. And, we women again will beat the pants right off of you!" Nina and Phyllis gave each other a big high-five although Phyllis had that look of disbelief on her face.

"How about 'Screw Your Neighbor?" said Dr. Sovitski quietly from the corner.

Screw Your Neighbor

"We are all listening," Mike said after a pregnant pause.


"Screw Your Neighbor is a simple drinking game actually," said Sovitski reverting to his professorial role. He explained the rules, as follows:

The object of the game is not to end up with the lowest card at the end of each round. (Ranking, Low to High: Ace, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, Jack, Queen, King). The dealer deals each player one card face down. Each player looks at his/her card. If it is a King, the player immediately flips it over and places it in front of him/herself.

Each round begins with the player to the left of the dealer, making a simple decision—keeping his card or trading it with the person to his left. Play proceeds in a clockwise manner with each person either keeping the card dealt (or traded) to him, or trading with the person on his left. The dealer, who obviously goes last, has the option of either keeping his card or trading for one from the top of the deck.

A flipped King cannot be traded. Thus, the person to the right of the King is semi-screwed if the card that he was dealt (or was traded) is a crappy one, since he is stuck with it for the round.

Players also can get screwed when they trade and get an even lower card from their neighbor. The neighbor then typically smiles meekly and says that he likes his card and does not want to trade with the person on his left. Unless others in the round have really crappy cards, they too will elect not to trade.

Since the dealer can always trade with the deck (i.e. he is the last to go and can't get stuck next to a King), he is at an advantage, so the deal rotates after each round.

After the dealer makes the final choice, all cards are flipped and the holder of the low card, takes a drink or, in this case, takes off an article of clothing. If there are ties, all losers must strip.

"Well, Dr. Sovitski, that sounds like a fun little game," said Nina in her most condescending voice. "Perhaps, someday we'll all get to try it."

"Sounds like it satisfies the Linda Rule. Let's play...right now," Mike said. He viewed this as his last opportunity to prompt another game.

"Now?" several people exclaimed all glancing nervously over at Dr. Sovitski.

"Now!" Mike repeated. "There is a reason for this suggestion, given the unfair way SOME PEOPLE played the last time. We need to play dressed as we are right now. It won't work if you...ah...if we have time to plan unrevealing wardrobes and determine how to cheat! It has to be here and now. What about it, Linda? Does the game meet your criteria? Are you in?"

There was a long pause followed by a giggle that seemed to bubble up from her. "I guess so," whispered Linda. Linda, as far as anyone knew, did not have a regular boyfriend, so she appeared to think that the idea had great potential. Or, perhaps it was the danger that excited her.

"Oh, no!" said Phyllis. "I can see where this is going. I've been at this juncture before. Linda, Nina, a little restraint here would be good, don't you think?" She was thinking in particular of the underwear that she was wearing—underwear considerably more revealing than those she wore in the last game.

"Think of it, Nina," Mike said quickly. "Even the name of the game is appealing. I'll volunteer to sit on your left, so when you 'screw your neighbor,' the screw-ee will be me. Of course, if you don't you think that you girls can win again..." His voice trailed off.

"It has to be even numbers of boys and girls," said Nina. "So, if anyone here says no, it's over and we don't discuss it anymore. Linda?" she quizzed knowing that Linda was older and likely would have second thoughts about this. If Linda bailed out, as Nina expected her to do, then Nina could save face.

"No stupid dares, no unwanted advances, no gross stuff, no touching without permission?" said Linda. Her mind was racing and her face turned redder and redder.

"Agreed," said Doug, "a friendly game."

"I don't want to be the party pooper, so...ok, I guess I'm in," said Linda. Nina's jaw dropped.

"Dr. Sovitski?" said Nina. "No offense, but we all are a bit uncomfortable discussing this in front of you."

A confused look came over Sovitski's face. His look then turned to one of concern. "Absolute discretion?" said Sovitski.

"Absolute," I said with authority. I looked directly at Nina. "Plus, you get to reverse the little trick they played on you and exact a bit of revenge."

"If worse comes to worse, I can probably find another job." He laughed awkwardly. "I'll play."

"Damn you, Mike," said Nina. "Prepare to be SCREWED!"

"Oh, shit," sighed Phyllis. "Here we go again." She glanced over in Doug's direction just in time to see him adjust the large bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, Phyllis' nipples grew hard. Secretly she had hoped for this moment. The hint of what was in Doug's pants had merely increased her appetite since the last game.

Game Number Two

"Men have four items to remove in this exact order: Shoes and socks count as one; then shirt, then pants, then underwear. Women have five items. Pay close attention, Nina," Mike said as he and Doug moved the furniture back against the walls in the living room so everyone could sit in a circle on the floor.

"Yeah, yeah," said Nina with mock annoyance. "Let me guess, in order, shoes and socks, blouse, pants or skirt, bra, and panties. Correct?"

"Correct. No cheating either."

Linda, again blushing ferociously, said," I have on tights. Those should count too?"

"Nope, they come off with your shoes, just like socks," Doug said.

It was clear that the actual thought of taking her tights and other items off suddenly sank in with Linda. What had before seemed like silly, alcohol-induced discussion now had become very serious. The look on her face was one of great foreboding.

"Are we drunk enough to do this?" she said quietly to Phyllis.

"I guess so. There are some surprises in store for you though, pleasant ones." A sinister grin came over Phyllis' face as she motioned with her eyes toward quiet little Doug who had just taken his place in the circle.

Nina whispered to Linda. In doing so, she had to lean across Mike. Her wonderful tits brushed against his arm. "We have a major instrument to undercover here, and I'm not talking about the piano," she said cutting her eyes toward Doug. "No offense, Mike, but as you will recall, I am not familiar with all of your...uh...shortcomings." She smiled that Julia Roberts smile again and Mike's dick jumped to attention.

"No offense taken. After a quick survey of the hooter potential here in the room, I'd say that some will make major contributions," Mike remarked glancing at Phyllis, "while others' contributions might be described as minor." With that he looked directly at Nina's chest. "And, I'm not talking about music modes, either."

"Touché," sighed Nina. She looked stunning in the simplest of clothing. After her recital, she had changed into jeans and simple denim shirt unbuttoned with a tee shirt underneath. The smell of her perfume found its way to Mike's nostrils. It was almost as intoxicating as the booze that he had consumed.

"By the way," Mike reminded Nina, "both of those shirts go at the same time."

"Let's play before I chicken out," said Phyllis shaking her long blonde hair back out of her eyes. She was still dressed for the recital in a short, but modest black skirt, and sparkly black sweater top. She also had on tights.

This is going to be very interesting, Mike thought as his eyes followed the curvature under Phyllis' sweater.

Dr. Sovitski looked completely out of place in the group. He even seemed awkward joining everyone in sitting cross-legged in a circle on the floor—everyone except for Phyllis, of course, who demurely sat with skirt pulled over her knees and her gorgeous legs to the side. Nina grabbed the cards, shuffled them, and dealt each person one card. It was just like her to try for an advantage right from the start. She had her game face on, Mike noted.

Mike peeked under the edge of his card at a 10. A good card, he thought. "No trade," he announced.

Linda sat staring at a 2. She quickly traded it to Doug, then took a deep breath, and looked at her new card. A jack! A feeling of great relief swept through her.

Doug gave the 2 to Phyllis as if it was contaminated and received Phyllis' 4. He grimaced as he thought, if that 2 goes all the way to Nina, she will surely trade it with one from the deck and my puny 4 will be the low card. Shit!

Phyllis passed the 2 on to Thom in return for his 6. Finally, Nina, holding an 8, received the horrid 2, and traded with the deck. A ten. "Yes!" she shouted out loud. "Hey-yah, hey-yah, right this way-yah. Let's see 'em." She sounded like a carnival barker.

Doug's 4, indeed, was the low card. "My typical start," he anguished as he removed his shoes and socks and tossed them into the kitchen.

"My deal," Mike said. He tossed a card in front of each player. "This is cool!"

"You will be really cool, cold, in fact, when we get you naked!" laughed Nina. The others didn't laugh, however. They were earnestly studying their cards.

Linda's heart sank when she saw her Ace of Spades, the lowest of the low. She was just about to trade with Doug when he triumphantly flipped over a King!

"Ha! Take that!" he said slapping the card to the floor.

"I'm screwed," whispered Linda. "No one with whom to trade...tsk, tsk...I hate when that happens." She fidgeted with her lone card.

Phyllis looked at her Jack. "I'm happy with this card," she noted.

Thom, with a 10, said, "Me too!"

Nina stared long and hard at the six in her hand. Finally, she decided, "I'm holding also."

Mike observed nobody trading. In his hand was a lonely little 3. He secretly cursed Nina for not having traded with him so he could have screwed her with the 3. He reasoned silently, surely the odds are in my favor if I draw. He took a card from the deck...unfortunately an ACE. So much for odds, he thought.

Everyone revealed our cards.

"Hey, a tie! Two Aces!" exclaimed Nina. "Take it off, you two."

Linda and Mike tossed their shoes into the pile. Few noticed as Linda also quietly slipped her tights from underneath her long, full, pleated skirt. She clutched them into a small ball and silently put them behind her.

Next hand, Thom Sovitski lost his shoes and famous black socks. In turn, Phyllis lost hers as well.

"Ah, Phyllis. I believe you lost shoes AND socks." Mike said grinning.

"I don't have on socks."

"Tights count as socks. Remember?" he noted knowing that this would be fun to watch.

Phyllis had to stand up to take off her tights. She reached under her skirt, but had difficulty reaching the elastic band without exposing that which was below. From the guys' low vantage points on the floor, it was a marvelous spectacle. She bent over to reach under her skirt, her giant boobs hanging ponderously down. When she hiked up her skirt to pull at her tights, her black satin panty-covered ass stuck out for all to see especially Thom and Doug who sat on either side of her. Thom, in particular, was drinking it all in.

"Hey," Phyllis protested as she saw that Thom was eye level with her ass. "No early peeking!"

"My god" was the only utterance Dr. Sovitski could choke out. Everyone began to giggle at the prof's reaction. He unconsciously had been sniffing in her direction.

Phyllis sat back down demurely tucking her skirt under her tightly closed legs. "MY deal," she said breathlessly.

Both Doug and Nina flipped over Kings on the next hand. The worst screwed was Linda, who had a 6, the low card.

"Now the fun starts," said Doug in anticipation of Linda's removal of her knit sweater.

Linda paused for a long time before she acted. I can't believe I am doing this, she thought.

Linda's general paranoia began to kick in. She thought, after the dirty trick that they played on Sovitski, it would be just like these people to fix this game just to get me naked. The thought of being naked with other people was not so bad for Linda. But, the thought of being nude while everyone else was fully clothed was an embarrassment that made her shutter.

"Oh my god, Nina. I may never attend another recital of yours again," Linda said without smiling. Then she pulled her blouse up over her head and tossed it toward the shoes.

She wore a soft white satin bra that clearly struggled under the weight of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and plainly visible behind the shiny fabric. She clasped her hands in front of her as if she was praying, her forearms covering the tips of each breast.

Nina broke the silence and the ice. "Hey, if you have seen one, you've seen two!" she muttered. "Deal, Thom...ah...Dr. Sovitski." She grimaced as she realized her authority-figure faux pas.

A three-way tie happened on Thom's deal featuring fives held by Nina, Phyllis, and Thom. Nina slipped off her shoes and Thom took off his shirt. Most would have agreed that he looked far better with the shirt on. His goofy little goatee seemed to point down at his pigeon chest as if to say, "If you think I'm ugly up here, look down there. Now that's ugly!"

Phyllis could only think about her underwear. For the first game, she had carefully chosen a bra that revealed less than her most modest bathing suit, but this was not the case tonight. She had enjoyed selecting her black lace bra because she liked the way it felt underneath her soft, sparkly evening top. Hoping everyone was looking at Thom, Phyllis discretely slipped her sweater up keeping the front edge over her breasts as she removed her arms from the sleeves. Then in a quick motion, she attempted to pull the soft knit over her head but, as she did, she entangled both of her earrings in the knit fabric.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. Phyllis sat struggling to untangle her earrings from her sweater. Her sweater was turned inside out over her face. Exposed were two of the most magnificent breasts Mike had ever seen. They bounced as she struggled. A hint of pink around her large nipples showed through the black lace of her bra. Finally, Phyllis gave up and said, "Help me, Doug, pretty please."

Doug began to free her sweater from the nasty earrings. His hands shook as he tried to concentrate while at the same time staring at Phyllis' massive tits. Not only could he see them clearly, but he also could smell her perfume rising from the heat of her body. Doug's pants began to bulge noticeably. His bulge escaped neither Nina's nor Linda's attention.

Finally, the sweater popped off and Phyllis sat back in a huff. "Sexy move, huh?" she muttered.

Dr. Sovitski nodded in the affirmative with his mouth completely open. He couldn't believe that any of this was actually happening.
Three more hands went by quickly. Doug lost his shirt and so did Mike. More importantly, so did Nina. After her sweatshirt ploy in the first game, Mike was more than ready for this moment. Nina slipped off her denim shirt and then pulled her knit top over her head. While taking a deep breath that extended her rib cage, she looked directly at Mike. He glanced quickly up and down between her smallish, white lace, underwire bra and her lovely eyes.

Nina began to pontificate, "It takes all kinds in this diverse world in which we live, you know. Small ones, big ones, red fish, blue fish...to quote Dr. Suess."

Mike responded, "Remember that idea later in this game if things turn sour for me, ok?"

"All shortcomings are revealed sooner or later," said Nina with a smile. "And yours, my trumpet-playing friend, will be revealed sooner!" Nina's eyes danced. She leaned back with her arms behind her and thrust her firm breasts forward...directly at Mike! He returned her marvelous smile.

Doug dealt next. A three of hearts got passed around all the way to Linda. As she was about to pass it on to Doug, he suddenly said, "Oh darn, I forgot to flip my King!"

"Again? I can't believe it, Doug, you ass!" shouted Linda.

"Funny that you should mention ass, my dear," said Doug. "Let's see yours, please."

There was panic in Linda's eyes. Her hands visibly shook as she stood facing everyone and unbuttoned the side of her skirt. There was a pause that seemed an eternity, and she let the skirt fall to her feet.

Plain girls wear plain panties, Mike guessed, because those were exactly what she had on—big girl panties, his sister used to call them. Her skin color changed from lightly tanned to slight redness just before the edge of her panties. Obviously, she had prepared herself for wearing a swimsuit by shaving, perhaps, a bit too roughly.

Linda held one hand across her breasts and the other in front of her pubic mound. Then she realized that, without some support, sitting back down on the floor would be difficult. Using her hands for support instead of modesty, she sat down. As she did so, her panties pulled tighter against her pussy. With her knees up and bottom down, her pussy lips protruded behind the whiteness of her panties. She quickly pulled her legs around to the side. Her face was fiery red.

"Like what you see, boys?" she said trying to save a little face.

"Oh, yes!" said Thom with just a bit too enthusiasm. Everyone looked at one another and burst into gales of laughter. Then it was the professor's turn to blush. Mike kept looking at Linda and thinking that this was getting really close to marvelous now.

Phyllis dealt. And, strangely, no one traded. "If no one is going to trade, then let's see 'em," said Phyllis. She turned over her Jack. All the cards hit the floor. Face cards were all over the place, and Doug's 10 was low!

"I can't believe I lost with a 10! Shit!" said Doug as he stood up to remove his pants.

"Ah ha! Ladies, this is one of the moments for which we have been waiting!" shouted Nina. Nina winked at Phyllis. Phyllis giggled. Linda was still trying to blend in with the potted plants.

Doug stood directly between Phyllis and Linda with his crotch at about their eye level. He made an awkward attempt at feigning a bump and grind as he unzipped his pants, but finally gave up and simply pulled them down. His jockeys barely contained his oversized cock, which by now was starting to grow.

Linda's eyes grew as big as saucers. "Now you understand, don't you Linda?" giggled Nina. Linda was speechless.

Doug made some quick genital adjustments and sat down. The adjustments were not enough to completely cover his large prick. Sitting cross-legged did not work for him now. His bulge pulled the leg bands out on both sides and his balls became slightly visible.

"Mercy me," said Phyllis in a very fake Southern accent. "Ah think ah might gay-yet a case of the vapors." A smile broke out on Linda's face.

Finally, Doug got on his knees and sat back on his legs so he could cover himself up a bit. He couldn't help reaching down and adjusting his crotch. All three women began fanning themselves mockingly.

"Thom's deal," Doug muttered quietly.

Thom dealt. "This could be it," said Nina matter-of-factly. "Poor Doug is about to be naked."

"Yes!" exclaimed Phyllis embarrassing herself because she spoke with just a little too much enthusiasm. She grimaced when everyone looked at her.

Cards were traded around until Mike passed Linda a three. I had better get rid of that, thought Linda as she quickly handed the card to Doug.

Doug's face lit up. "Oh, neighbor?" he laughed. "You be screwed."

Linda looked at the card she had just received in return...an Ace! Oh, my god, she thought. The moment she had dreaded most had just arrived.

All the guys began to cheer, whistle, and high-five each other. Nina and Phyllis sat quietly and were glad it wasn't them.

Linda said, "Well, at least the guys already can see Phyllis' nipples peeking through her bra." Phyllis gasped and grabbed her breasts. "And, at least my tits are bigger than Nina's." Nina rolled her eyes. "So, I guess I can do this."

She slowly unclasped her bra in the back and caught it with her hand in the front. She paused looking at each guy in the circle. "This what you came see, guys? Well, I will never understand why you guys are so fascinated with breasts anyway. You can see them every night on cable TV, for crying out loud. Half the population of the earth has them." Linda allowed her bra to fall away from her breasts. Her pendulous boobs immediately sagged under their rather heavy weight. Her nipples sprang to attention and protruded a good three quarters of an inch from her brown aureoles.

Linda placed one arm across both breasts and said, "Ok, that's enough staring for the moment. Whose deal is it?"

"Mine," said Nina. "We seem to be getting down to serious, aren't we?" She eyed Doug's crotch and then smiled at Mike. "I don't suppose any one is interested in a side bet?"

"Wait," said Linda. "I'm the one nearest to naked and we agreed no funny stuff or dares. I think that would include side bets."

I looked at competitive Nina. The thrill of the gambler's risk was getting to her. She wanted to up the excitement.

"Linda's right," said Phyllis. "You guys should not start something that I might have to finish!" She knew Nina all too well.

"Ok, here are your cards."

Both Nina and Phyllis flipped over Kings and high-fived each other.

Damn, Mike thought. No skin from either of them this hand. He drew a queen and chose not to trade.

Linda looked at the 6 in her hand. "Too small to keep, too large to trade. Well, at least, Doug will get stuck with the six. Surely, he won't be able to screw me again," she thought.

She passed Doug the 6, and, in return, received...another 6. Her eyes widened.

"I'll hold," said Dr. Sovitski.

Mike laid down his queen; the two 6's hit the table; and all eyes turned toward Dr. Sovitski. His face suddenly transformed into a gigantic grin! "I have...a seven!" he teased.

Doug and Linda groaned out loud.

"I believe that means BOTH of you are about to get naked together," sighed Nina.

The Unveiling

Let's see...do we want them stripping singly or together?" Nina said. She didn't even try to mask the excitement in her voice.

"Separate! One at a time!" several shouted at once.

"Ok, Doug, it's time to show your stuff!" Nina almost drooled as she spoke.

Doug's cock strained against his briefs normally. Now partially erect, he really taxed the tensile strength of his underwear. The circle of expectant viewers widened to give him room.

"Oooo, take it off, honey," said Phyllis faking a swoon. Doug turned bright red. Mike glanced at Linda. She sat with a look of sheer terror on her face. She obviously was not paying much attention to Doug. Instead, she was deep in thought about her upcoming command performance.

Doug danced around and then hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his briefs. His crotch was at everyone's eye level. Slowly he wiggled the underwear down until wiggling was not sufficient to finish the job. He pulled a bit harder and suddenly his formidable cock sprang forth. He let his underwear fall to the floor. It was an immense organ with bold blue veins and a large reddish bulb on the end.

"Jesus, Doug," Mike said. "Have you ever been mistaken for an elephant on a dark night?"

The sight of Doug's enormous prick dancing about took Linda's attention away from her own plight. "Oh my god," she said quietly.

Nina said, "No offense to you clothed guys, but that's about the most beautiful cock I have ever seen...not that I have seen that many, mind you."

Phyllis' eyes were riveted on Doug's dick. She was seated so near that she could see every dark vein in his member and ever crease and crevasse in his scrotum. All she could think of was what it might feel like to actually touch such a lovely thing. She almost moaned aloud when she abruptly thought about having that dick shoved into her pussy. I'm not sure anything that big would actually fit, she thought to herself. Phyllis could hardly keep her hands off this object of such great curiosity now before her.

Doug sat back down not knowing exactly what to do with his hands. Everyone broke into spontaneous applause. Nina whistled loudly. "Now that's a major instrument!"

Doug couldn't look directly at anyone. Finally, Mike said, "And now the lovely Linda who up to now has been covering up both lovely boobs with her hands...show time!"

Linda closed her eyes and stood. You could almost see the tears begin to well up as she did so. "Let the record show that I am a good sport, ok? This is very embarrassing for me. I don't want to ruin my reputation here. I'm not an exhibitionist. I'm not a whore. I'm not a stripper."

"You're in safe company here," Nina reassured, "Right guys? And, you are one heck of a piano player, I might add."

"And you're about to be a naked piano player," Mike said.

Jesus, how did this happen, Linda thought. She looked at Dr. Sovitski. He was sitting unmoving with his mouth wide open. He eyes were glazed over and there was a clear bulge in his pants. Ok, Linda thought, I'll concentrate on good ole harmless Dr. Sovitski while I do this. It'll be like undressing at the doctor's office.

Linda turned her back to the circle and slipped her panties over her hips. They fell in a gentle heap around her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot and kicked them away with the other. She had a magnificent ass with little dimples at the top of each cheek. Linda slowly spun around and said, "Ta-dah." She stood with arms outstretched looking directly at Thom.

Her large jiggling breasts attracted everyone's attention first. Quickly the guys' eyes dropped to her thick bush and her slit that glistened below.

My god, thought Mike. Her pussy hair is red. A redheaded pussy! Linda's auburn pubic hair gave her crotch a fiery glow. And it gave Mike, Doug, and Thom raging erections. The other women began to cheer and say nice things about how beautiful Linda was. The guys sat in silence drinking in the sight of her lovely nakedness.

"Seen enough?" Linda said quietly.

"Never," croaked Thom.

Linda bent over to retrieve her panties. When she did, she provided a fantastic view of her pussy from the back. Two puffy labia bulged between her legs. Doug's prodigious prick stood straight up. He began to grab his underwear in an attempt to cover his erection. Phyllis caught a glimpse of Doug's now larger dick and gasped out loud.

Without warning the front door burst open. There stood Jack, back from taking Lee home. He stopped in his tracks as everyone tried to cover up. Linda screamed, grabbed my shirt that was lying nearby and held in front of her. Her boobs were covered, but her red pussy was not.

Jack stopped in his tracks. Finally he recovered enough to speak. "I obviously have arrived at this party at just the right time," he said wearing a big grin. He looked directly at Phyllis' very hard nipples that were visible through her bra. She looked back at him, shrugged, rolled her eyes, and made no attempt to cover up.

"In time for everyone to get dressed," Nina said. "Fun, fun, fun."

"Wait," said Jack. "What about the group picture?"

"Oh no," said Linda.

"Rules are rules," said Jack as he scrambled in a closet for his camera.

"No!" several others shouted.

"Wait a minute," said Doug, "We education majors are always ready with our audio-visual aids." Doug reached into his desk, pulled out black construction paper and scissors, and quickly cut a pile of black rectangles. "Hold these up for the picture," he said as he passed them out to the others.

Everyone posed, each holding a black strip of paper in front of their face. Doug and Linda were in front and were naked. Linda held on to her tits. The rest of the group stood behind the two losers. Dr. Sovitski crouched down almost hidden by the group and help up two pieces of paper in front of him. Together the group looked like a bad 1930's porn magazine photo.

"Say cheese," said Jack as the flash blinded everyone.

On the way home, Mike rode with Nina. He was delighted finally to be alone with her.

"No full frontal nudity for either of us again. Tsk, tsk. I thought surely I would uncover you tonight," Mike mused. Nina simply smiled while she concentrated on the road ahead.

"By the way, what did you have in mind when you asked about the side bets?" Mike queried. The twinkle returned to Nina's eye.

"Let's talk about that tomorrow. I have some rather naughty ideas," she said.

Mike thought tomorrow would never come.

Part Three: Strip or Dare

The Bet

Mike just loved it when Nina got excited, which happened most of the time no matter how trivial the issue. In that heightened state, she tossed her long hair around, her dark eyes flashed, and her nipples got rock hard. She also walked and talked a mile a minute, just as she was doing while she and Mike made their way across campus a few days after their last stripping game party. Nina again was intent on demonstrating her superiority.

"Mike, you may be able to play the trumpet well, but you are wrong, wrong, wrong as far as pop music history is concerned!" Nina's hips threw her short skirt into a frenzy as they approached the library. This was Nina at her sexiest--sparkling white teeth breaking into that fantastic smile, a hand on one hip, nipples protruding behind her soft tee shirt, and in a hurry to prove that she was right. Winning was not everything for Nina, it was the only thing.

"Wrong about what specifically?" queried Mike.

"Two major screw ups come to mind," said Nina. "You said Herbie Hancock was Miles Davis' piano player in the sixties. I'm a pianist—classical granted—but even I know that Bill Evans was Miles' piano player, then came Chick Corea."

"I think I'm right about that. You know you just once could be wrong," said Mike. His mind began to take an evil turn.

Nina sneered rolling her beautiful eyes, "Another? In class, you claimed that the Rolling Stones, of all groups, recorded a cover of 'Under the Boardwalk' and in 1964, no less. I don't even think the Drifters had recorded that tune by then. I certainly can't believe that a group like the Rolling Stones would or could do a do-wop tune like 'Under the Boardwalk.' Imagine Mick Jagger prancing around singing that tune? No way, Jose!"

Nina raised her hands to the heavens as if to ask some deity why Mike had been created. Unfortunately for him, Nina was almost always right. She was one smart lady. And she was gorgeous too. But, this time Mike knew that he had her. This time, he knew he was right on both counts!

"Want to BET on both those issues, my overly self-assured friend?" Mike said with as much disdain as he could muster.

Nina's usual Julia Robert's grin became more like Oral Roberts, very sinister. "You don't have any money at this time of semester and neither do I, but...yeah, I'll bet with you...and I will win on both counts."

"Ok, so bet, miss know-it-all! What do you wager?"

"OK." She paused as if pondering the fate of the American economic system. At once, an evil grin crept across her face. "If I am right about Miles' primary pianist, you will come over to our apartment and be a slave for Lee, Phyllis, and me for an entire weekend! We have a bunch of handyman chores with your name all over them right now!" Nina saw Mike's shocked expression and closed in for what she thought was the kill. "Now let's see just how sure of yourself you REALLY are, Mr. Mike! Come on, is it a bet?"

The thought of being a slave for those three was not exactly unappealing. Lee, of shortest skirts in the whole school fame, was a Korean-American beauty with long black hair and a penchant for teasing guys with her curvaceous, dark-skinned legs. Phyllis, with the bluest of blue eyes and blondest of blond hair, had the biggest set of knockers in the School of Music, if not the entire University. And, Nina was about the most exciting person Mike had ever known. How bad could spending all weekend with them be, regardless of the task?

"All right...and if I win...hmmm...what will you do...I have it! You and your roomies will organize and participate in another evening of stripping games. A bet?" Mike held out his hand.

"Jesus, Mike...haven't we about worn out that strip game thing? Aren't you getting a little tired of seeing your roommates' the little boy parts? Or, is there something about you, Douglas, and Giacomo that you haven't told me?" She teasingly held up one limp wrist for emphasis.

"I believe my...uh...response to female visual stimulation during the last game was fairly obvious. And, we have not come close to wearing out those fun games yet, because you have not yet shown us the complete Nina, so to speak! I am just waiting for the night when you lose, lose, lose...and end up in nothing but your lovely birthday suit! My slavery against a strip party? I think it's a good bet, IF you can get the other girls to play again."

Nina carefully considered her position. Mike almost could see the wheels turning in her pretty head. She slung her long dark hair back out of her eyes. "OK, it's a bet...bet number one. What about your 'Under the Boardwalk' stupidity? Shall we take bet number one a bit further?"

"What do you have in mind?" Mike said with fake fear in his voice. Already the adrenaline was pumping through his body in anticipation.

"How about if you lose, then you spend your entire time as a slave NAKED!" Nina said triumphantly flinging open the door to the library as she spoke. The word, naked, seemed to echo up and down those hallowed halls. Eyes glanced and mouths dropped open all around the entryway, except for Suzi Sharp's.

Directly in front of Nina and Mike was campus beauty, Suzi Sharp, leaning over the reserve desk. In that position her short skirt came dangerously close to exposing her lovely ass. Suzi was one of the varsity cheerleaders and a friend of Lee's. She was tiny, blond, and about the cutest little object of male lust that one could imagine. She had a smile as big as Texas and used it a lot. Her boobs seemed almost too large for her small frame, that is, if "too large" could ever be used in tandem with the concept "boobs." Seeing Suzi's petite ass wiggling in the air gave Mike a delectable, evil thought.

"OK, your on...but, if I win bet number two, you will either talk Suzi Sharp into playing the strip game with us...or, you will spend the entire game as the group's waitress, serving all the players...wearing nothing at all! "

Only the eyes of a deer in headlights could equal the size of Nina's as what Mike suggested sank in. "Are you sure that the stakes are equal?" she questioned.
"Me, naked all weekend...in slavery...or you naked serving during a short game...or you saving your modesty by getting sweet Suzi to play one little old game? That's more than equal in my book! So, put up or shut up."

Mike tried to be nonchalant with this conversation, but his heart pounding like a bass drum. A tiny glaze of sweat appeared on Nina's upper lip as well. He had her where he wanted her and she didn't know it. He knew he was right on both bets, but she was confident that he was wrong. With one handshake, they were about to have another stripping game and this time Mike was feeling mighty lucky.

Another Humiliation

"You what? Oh, my god," said Suzi Sharp. "Nina, this is the most incredible thing I have ever heard!"

"Come on, Suzi, it won't be so bad. One, these are nice guys who won't let things get out of hand. You'll be completely safe. Two, you have a great body...nothing to be ashamed of. Three, we have played before and it is a lot of fun actually, especially when you outsmart the guys. Four, you won't believe the size of the cock on skinny little Douglas. That alone may be worth the price of admission. And, five, I am screwed big time if you don't agree to this." Nina was pleading like a trial lawyer on amphetamines.

"I can't believe I am hearing this," said Suzi. "You actually have played strip poker with these guys before? I can't comprehend this. And, Lee, you too? I thought I knew you better. Please tell me this is a big joke. Is there a camera somewhere filming this conversation for a blooper and practical jokes show?"

"No joke," said Lee shaking her head. "Actually, I was too smashed to play last time, but Phyllis did."

"Oh, my god!!! Phyllis too! Goodie-two-shoes, small town Baptist, sing in church, little Miss perfect Phyllis. I figured that she wouldn't even undress in front of a mirror, much less in front of a man. This is getting more difficult to believe by the second." Nina noticed that Suzi had torn the paper cup in front of her into small pieces and, without realizing it, she had started to destroy a second cup as well. Suzi's eyes narrowed. "I don't think I need to be a part of this," she mumbled.

Lee had to suppress a major urge to laugh. She thought the whole thing was hilarious and she couldn't wait to play, especially with Jack. But, she knew that Nina did not think any of this was funny in the least.

Nina gave Suzi her final plea, "Look, I'll be naked and mortified for an entire evening in front of three guys if you don't do this. Please give me a chance to save face!" The desperation sounded in Nina's voice.

"Wait, I have a boy friend too, you know," said Suzi. "What if he found out about this?"

"Bring him too!" said Lee just a little too quickly and with a bit too much enthusiasm in her voice. She realized her error quickly. "He.... uh. He can....ah....well, he might like it."

Bart, Suzi's boyfriend, was a jock whom Lee found very handsome.

"That's probably true, now that I think of it," laughed Suzi. "But still, this sounds like seventh-grade slumber party stuff. My god, Nina, how in the world did you get into this mess in the first place?"

Suzi began to contemplate all the possibilities here. Her boyfriend was no problem. He would love to see any one of these girls naked. And she knew that he would take out his passions on her afterward. Stripping in front of the other guys, however, was another matter. Suzi was simultaneously excited and frightened by the idea. The more tantalizing thought, however, was that of watching the other girls strip. She had felt that little tingle inside when she had seen other girls' bodies before. Now she was feeling that same tingle just talking about this. She squeezed her legs together to intensify the sensation.

"It's a long story...for later. For now, think about it. Isn't college the place where you do wild and crazy things? You only live once...and you only have to play once. Ple-e-e-ease do this for me, Suzi?" begged Nina.

"Ok, I'll check with Bart. If he is willing, then I guess I am too. But, I better, by god, not lose!" responded Suzi finally.

"You won't lose," smiled Lee.

The New Twist

"OK, everyone is into the game, including Suzi Sharp, but she insists on bringing her boyfriend. Phyllis, of course, is having second thoughts. She figures that the odds are against her and a full frontal will happen to her this time. She wants 'veto' power during the game." Nina groaned or sighed with every other word. Losing the bet and having to admit it was worse for Nina than losing all her clothes and then some.

While Nina was grieving, Mike's head was spinning. His plan had worked! Strip games with none other than Suzi Sharp, a major fox, and another chance to get Nina, Lee, and/or Phyllis naked. His dick got hard at the thought. He was on a roll, so now was the time to strike with full force. He decided to push Nina one step further.

"What's up with those side bets that you suggested last time?" Mike asked.

"You just don't forget anything, do you?" grimaced Nina. "Well, nothing is up. At the time, I thought it might be fun to throw in some dares, like the old 'truth or dare' games just for fun, but now I have lost my enthusiasm." Her hatred of losing showed through again.

"I see." A magical thought came to Mike out of the blue. "That might be the solution to the Phyllis issue," he ventured.

"What do you mean?" asked Nina.

"I mean, why don't we add dares to the game? I'm thinking aloud here, but what do you think of this idea? Before the big evening, all the guys get together and write down a set of dares for the girls and vice versa, girls make up dares for the guys. When players lose a hand, they can either take off an article of clothing as usual OR choose one of the dares. That way, if Phyllis wants to veto stripping, she has a choice. She can do a dare instead."

Mike began to like the way this was shaping up. Ideas now came in a flood. "And, to make the decisions even harder and more fun, if a person refuses to take the dare, then he or she has to take off all clothes and the game is over."

Nina's creative mind also was in full swing. "The dares would have to be carefully constructed. For instance, no dares that require one to take off clothes could be allowed. And, no dares that ask people to do gross stuff!"

"Gross is in the eye of the beholder." Mike said.

"You know what I mean...no dares like 'go give head to the guy flipping burgers at McDonald's.' Remember when we started this, we had a 'no doing anything except getting naked' policy. For sure, someone will have to review the dares. And, I certainly do not trust you guys as reviewers."

"If everyone knows the dares, it will ruin the surprise." Mike pouted. "All right, Lee reads and OK's the dares for girls; Jack reads the ones for the guys. And, remember, if the dares are too objectionable or gross, the person can strip and it's game over, no questions asked."

Mike figured that Lee was a good choice for reviewer. She was the most daring of the group, so likely she would allow the greatest range of dares. Mike waited for Nina to think through all the possibilities.

"OK, and the dares should be ordered by difficulty—the further into the game, the harder it should get, so to speak," Nina laughed glancing down at Mike's crotch.

"I'll drink to that," said Mike.

Party Time

The guys couldn't really decide which was more fun, anticipating the stripping or making up the dares. Jack, Doug and Mike worked for days dreaming up the sentences on the little stack of cards that Jack had presented for Lee's inspection. And, Lee, Phyllis, and Nina had giggled all week about "the definitive dare" they dreamed up the night before.

After each group had prepared dares, Jack and Lee checked them for propriety. Secretly, they also added a few dares of their own. In front of the most "difficult" dare cards, they added a red card to each stack. Below that red card in each stack, the dares got considerably more demanding. Lee had drawn a skull and crossbones on each red card as a warning. Jack wore a very big grin as he and Lee walked into the girls' apartment carrying their prized dare decks. Only they knew why he had such a good reason to smile.

Phyllis, Lee and Nina had prepared a fantastic array of food, including a curious centerpiece of fresh bananas. The glass-topped table had reappeared in the center of the room, compliments of Jack and Doug. And, the tequila was already flowing freely when the rest of the group arrived.

Mike suspected that the girls again had chosen their clothing for the evening very carefully. Lee wore her usual short skirt, this one black, with a gray sweater that buttoned down the front. She also had on hose with an extraordinarily sexy lace pattern that seemed to point the way under her skirt. Phyllis wore Capri pants and a simple blue shirt that made her eyes seemed to glow with blue light. She also had obviously been getting psychologically prepared for the evening with tequila shots. She already was pretty smashed. Nina wore her usual clingy material, long skirt and matching top, this time deep purple. Her sweater shirt was a turtleneck with long sleeves. With her long hair flowing down her back, she looked like a fashion model about to hit the runway.

The second pitcher of frozen Margaritas already neared completion when Suzi and Bart arrived. Suzi wore a short skirt that would have seemed more like a belt on someone as tall as Nina. It was made of slinky black material with a V cut into the side on her left leg. Her top was a tight multicolored tee-shirt, likely purchased at Victoria's Secret, with a scooped neckline that showed her ample cleavage. She really looked hot with clothes on. All they guys could only imagine what she would look like with them off.

Bart was the unknown quantity in the night's proceedings. He was on the football team and, as a result, didn't hang out much with music majors. As one might expect, he was tall, ruggedly good looking, and had lots of muscles. The rest of the guys disliked him already merely on principle. Bart seemed a bit apprehensive at first, but when he looked around the room at the Lee, Phyllis, and Nina, his demeanor changed completely. He knew that he was about to have some fun—win or lose.

The Rules

After the tequila had had ample time to take effect, everyone took our places at the glass table. Around the table, clockwise in order, sat Nina, Mike, Suzi, Bart, Phyllis, Jack, Lee, and Doug. Everyone sat sheepishly looking at each other while Nina explained the rules. Lee nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs. Each time she did so, her skirt rode up just a bit higher. Even in hose her legs were fantastic. She caught Mike looking and just smiled.

"The game is "Strip Screw Your Neighbor." The object of the game is not to end up with the lowest card at the end of each round. The dealer deals each player one card, face down. If you get a King, flip it over. It can't be traded. Each person either keeps the card or trades it with the person to his or her left. The dealer goes last and can either keep his or her card or trade it for one from the top of the deck."

"After the dealer makes the final choice," Nina continued, "all cards are shown and the person with the low card has another choice--take off an article of clothing or draw a dare from one the two piles—one for girls and one for boys. If you draw a dare card, you have to do what it says. Or, if you simply can't do it, you have to remove all your clothes. The first person naked loses and the game is over. By the way, if there are low card ties, all losers must strip or dare."

A few giggles materialized and were quickly stifled. Nina ignored them.

"Men have four items to remove in this order: Shoes and socks count as one; then shirt, then pants, then underwear. Women have five items; shoes and socks, blouse, pants or skirt, bra, and panties, in that order. Hose count as socks. Any questions?"

"About these dares?" asked Phyllis.

"They are just for fun, I promise you," said Lee. "No gross stuff, but they do get harder as you go down the stack."

"Don't say harder to these horny guys," whispered Nina aloud. Everyone laughed, except Suzi.

"Are we really going through with this?" said Suzi looking directly at Bart.

Bart saw Mike getting a preview by looking down Suzi's blouse and smiled. "This is what college is all about, Honey! Let's play."

Game #3

The game moved quickly. Round one was lost by Phyllis who, much too casually for her, tossed off her shoes. Suzi dealt the next hand and immediately flipped over a King. Mike sat staring at a three of hearts with no chance of trading! Not a very good start.

"I think, instead of losing my shoes, I'll play it smart and take an early dare." Mike said trying to sound confident. He took the first card from the guy's pile and read it aloud, "Kiss passionately the person on your left for at least 30 seconds."

Everyone began to clap and cheer, partly out of Mike's discomfort and partly out of relief. Everyone now knew that the dares, at least the first ones, were fairly innocent. The lovely Suzi sat to Mike's left. He looked first at Suzi and then at Bart, her muscle bound boyfriend.

"Get on with it," Bart finally said with a frown.

Mike leaned over and drew closer and closer to Suzi's soft mouth. Her eye's twinkled in anticipation of the moment and then closed as she turned her head up toward Mike's lips.

"Go for it, Mikey baby!" shouted Jack. "I'm watching the cock...uh...I mean...clock."

Mike smiled and glanced Jack's way. Then his lips touched Suzi's. To his shock, Suzi returned his kiss with great enthusiasm. Her lips were like fire and her tongue darted across his lips. For everyone in the room, the thirty seconds seemed to last forever. Mike's dick shot to attention. He could feel her breath quicken. She tasted fantastic. A mystifying fragrance seemed to come from between her breasts and filled his nostrils.

"Time," Jack said finally.

As they parted, Suzi ruffled her hair and simply said, "Oh, my." Mike, on the other hand, could hardly breathe. I just kissed my first college cheerleader, he thought. His hands were shaking. Suzi glanced at Bart and maternally patted his arm while the rest of the group applauded.

Nina leaned over to Mike and whispered, "That was very hot, sweetie. You gave me goose bumps."

"I can't wait to see them," Mike replied.

The next few rounds were innocent enough with Jack, Nina, and Bart losing their shoes. Lee dealt next and when the cards were revealed both she and Doug had low fives. Doug flipped off his shoes, but Lee said, "I'll take a dare." She picked up the first card on the girl's pile and read, "Eat a banana from both ends with the person on your left. You must eat every bit."

"So, now we know why the bananas appeared," Mike said.

Lee grabbed a banana, peeled it, and turned to Doug. Both began to eat the banana with great vigor until they arrived in the middle. "Remember," reminded Jack, "you have to eat all of it!"

Lee and Doug got most of the banana in their mouths, but much of it was mashed on their faces. Lee began to lick the banana off of Doug's lips. Doug's eyes widened and everyone began to laugh. Dutifully, Doug licked the remainder off of Lee's lips. When she could finally speak, Lee said, "Yum...one of the best bananas I have ever had."

"Me too," said Doug as he squirmed to get his hardening dick straight in his pants.

"I like thith game!" said Phyllis with a slightly drunken lisp.

"At this rate, it may take a long time to get one of you guys naked though," muttered Nina.

"I had a couple of other naked things in mind," said Jack staring at Nina's chest.

Nina gave Jack the finger.

Lee lost the next hand and had to remove both her shoes and her hose. All eyes were on Lee as she stood, reached under her skirt, hooked her thumbs in her hose, and pulled them down. Bart was in the perfect position to catch a glimpse of Lee's black panties in the process. He had had his doubts about this game until now, but when he felt his dick stiffen, he knew that this was for real.

Suzi also watched Lee and felt that all too familiar tingle. Her eyes met Lee's. Suzi felt the two of them connect for just an instant. A little bolt of electricity surged within her. Quickly Suzi averted her eyes in hopes that Lee would not suspect undue interest, but the look did not go unnoticed by Lee.

Lee smiled and sat back down smoothing her skirt around her tanned legs. "Just a little show for openers," she said with a grin.

The next two hands were wild affairs including another tie. Suzi and Mike lost shoes, and Bart lost his shirt, which he removed with the flare of a male stripper by twirling it around his head. Before he sat down, he did a bodybuilder pose and all the guys began to hiss and boo. Phyllis, on the other hand, gave him her full attention and then some. She was seated next to him. She stared as if hypnotized and, without thinking, reached up and touched one of Bart's bulging pectorals. "Hey, I thought we said no touching," Suzi complained.

"No unwanted touching," corrected Jack.

Phyllis blushed mightily and jerked her hand back. She blushed even more when Bart responded, "Do I get to do the same to you later in the game?" A poke in the ribs from Suzi returned him to reality.

Suzi dealt next and Phyllis lost. "Now we are getting somewhere," announced Bart to no one in particular. Unlike in her reluctant past, Phyllis stood and proudly began to unbutton her shirt giggling as she did. She whipped off her blouse to reveal—a conservative white swimsuit top!

"Hey, no fair," cried all of the guys.

Phyllis whined, "Nanny-nanny-boo-boo! No one said particular kinds of bras were required!"

Actually, Phyllis' boobs were so large and magnificent that it really didn't matter whether they were encased in a regular bra or not. The effect was the same—two magnificent, mounds that seemed to challenge one's mouth to try to capture them. Phyllis sat down very proud of her successful trickery. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that she had attracted Bart's complete attention in the process. Until that moment, he had not realized just how large Phyllis' tits were, but now he was fully impressed by their massive scale.

Suzi lost next. "Ladies and gentlemen, rather than suffering the embarrassment of exposing my little undies, I'll take a dare," she said with a grin. She read her card and her mouth dropped open. "Oh my, these get worse quicker than I expected."

"Come on, read it out loud," said Bart.

"Sit with your knees at least two feet apart during the entire next round of play." Suzi began to blush. Audible involuntary groans came from the rest of the girls.

"What pervert came up with that one?" asked Nina.

"Don't say, came up, to this crowd." Mike replied.

Suzi looked around the glass-topped table at each guy. Across the table sat Doug and Jack with the best vantage points. Mike and Bart had worse angles, but even they would have a direct view with her legs that far apart. Suzi slowly moved her legs apart and, as she did, her short skirt by necessity road up higher on her shapely legs. "Like what you see, guys?" she said scornfully.

Mike and Bart leaned in so they could have better views. Doug and Jack brazenly stared at the white lace panties barely covering Suzi's pussy. The most apparent discovery stemming from this revelation was that Suzi clearly was NOT a natural blond. The shadow of dark pubic hair was visible behind her panties.

Nina poked Mike in the ribs. "Move back over, buster!" she exclaimed faking anger.

By now, Suzi had turned bright red. "Hurry up and deal the cards, Phyllis!" she shouted.
"I need to go to the potty!" said Phyllis quietly.

"Oh, my god, not now!" cried Suzi, but Phyllis was already headed out of the room.

"Back in a flash," said Phyllis.

"Speaking of flashing...," laughed Doug. Little giggles started as everyone sat waiting for Phyllis to return. Suzi sat fuming, legs wide apart. Most everyone averted their eyes in deference to Suzi's obvious discomfort, except for Doug. He sat and stared.

"Earth to Doug," sneered Nina.

Bart frowned, but didn't complain.

When Phyllis finally returned, she dealt a new set of cards and turned up a King. Jack peeked at his card, a 10. "No trade," he announced.

Lee stared at her 3. She quickly traded to Doug. Doug gave the 3 to Nina in return for her 4.

"Shit," said Bart. "That card, whatever it is, is moving much too quickly around the table and I am sitting by a King. I feel a loss coming on."

Sure enough, the humble 3 went completely around the table and stopped with Bart who was left with a choice, remove his pants or take a dare. Bart gathered himself up, unfastened his belt, and ever so slowly unzipped his pants. The girls began to cheer and whistle. Everyone else was almost fully dressed and poor Bart was exposing his underwear—leopard print, no less—and his fairly small bulge. He again posed and flexed for the girls who rewarded him once more with cheers. Suzi, with her legs back tightly together, patted Bart's ass as he sat back down. Not one single inch of Bart's exposed flesh escaped Phyllis' gaze.

"Another touching incident duly noted," said Doug quietly.

Nina lost the next hand and Mike's heart leaped for joy. I'm going to be lucky tonight, he thought. Nina stood and pulled the tail of her shirt out of her skirt. She crossed her arms in front of her and lifted the tail of her shirt over her head. There was no trickery this time, but still Nina didn't reveal much. Under her shirt, she wore a purple camisole with a built-in bra that allowed her hard nipples to show without exposing much skin. Marvelous pencil eraser mounds poked under each bra cup and seemed to ache for someone's tongue. Nina struggled to get the turtleneck over her head, then sat back and thrust her small, firm tits forward. As she did, she smiled softly looking directly at Mike. Mike could feel his pulse pounding in his head. It was Nina's smile that raised his pulse, however, not her tits although they were fantastic. Her smile spoke volumes. Mike's semi-soft dick became rock hard again in an instant.

"Very nice," said Bart. Suzi slugged him on the shoulder. "Ouch!"

Phyllis lost the next hand. Phyllis responded coyly, "All of you now know that under these pants is my swimsuit bottom, so in the spirit of fair play, I'll do a dare." She giggled like a grade school girl and reached for a card.

"Using your foot, sexily fondle the person of your choice under the table for thirty seconds," Phyllis read aloud.

Across the table sat Doug. Phyllis already knew that his dick was prodigious. She smiled as she sneaked her foot across the distance between them and inched it up Doug's leg. She rubbed his leg for a moment and it seemed as if that was going to be the extent of her advances when suddenly she put her foot directly on his crotch. Doug moaned while Phyllis rubbed her delicate toes up and down along his hardening bulge.

Phyllis was surprised by how much she could actually feel through Doug's pants and by just how big his penis seemed to be. She could feel it getting harder and harder. No one knew it, but Phyllis had never felt a penis before. Even in her drunken condition, the realization of what she was doing made excitement grow within her.

Doug, at the same time, was about to go out of his mind. A strange quiet came over the room while everyone watched Phyllis' foot move up and down. Doug's eyes rolled back in his head.

Finally, Jack broke the ice. "As bad as I hate to say it, your thirty seconds were up about 2 minutes ago." Phyllis removed her foot and Doug opened his eyes.

"Mercy," said Nina in her typical understated way. "This is a very sexy game. Someone open a window and let some air in here." Nina traced her tongue along her upper lip and breathed a deep sigh.

The game progressed without incident or dare for a while. Mike and Jack lost shirts; Lee lost her sweater thus revealing the black satin bra that covered her medium sized Asian breasts. Lee saw Mike checking out her tits and simply looked him straight in the eye and smiled. She obviously enjoyed the attention. Mike's heart lunged to his throat.

Suzi lost on next round and asked that, since everyone had seen her panties anyway, could she remove her skirt before she took off her blouse? Everyone agreed, so Suzi let her skirt fall to her ankles showing us the rest of those white lace panties cut high up on the sides of her legs. Likely by design, the tail of her shirt, unfortunately for the guys, covered her panties when she sat down.

Phyllis then lost again. Everyone, including the women, booed when she revealed the rest of her swimsuit. Phyllis flopped back down in her chair and pouted.

On the next hand, Bart, who remained in only his underwear, lost.

"All right, Bart loses and the game is over!" shouted Suzi with a sigh of relief.

"Not so fast, my love," he said. "It's dare or hello to the little Bart. I guess I'll be doing dares from now on."

"Awwww," said Suzi sheepishly.

Bart read the next card to the group, "It is your lucky day. Save this card. It requires you to remove the next piece of clothing lost by any player. The catch? You have to do so without using your hands!"

Bart's big smile faded when Nina reminded him, "Guys are included in 'next player' too, by the way."

Bart dealt in a hurry. Face cards fell all around the table, except in front of Lee. She had a lowly eight. Lee stood and smiled at Bart.

"OK, big boy. Let's see you get this skirt off with no hands." Lee lifted her arms above her head and waited.

Bart walked around the table and knelt behind Lee. He took her skirt's zipper in his teeth and tugged it down. In this position, his nose was right in her ass.

"That's the easy part," said Lee peering over her shoulder.

Bart moved around to Lee's front and took the hem of her skirt in his teeth. He was directly in front of her crotch. He pulled with little success. He made his way around the hem of her skirt, slowly inching the tight material over Lee's hips. When he had made his way all the way around, he gave one last tug and her skirt dropped to her ankles. Bart found himself two inches away from Lee's pussy. Lacy black panties scarcely covered her bush underneath. He could smell her musky, feminine fragrance and had a mad desire to push his nose right into her crotch. He stared at tiny dark pubic hairs peeking out around the edges of her panties.

Before Bart could act on his impulse, Lee began to dance, hips swaying back and forth in front of his face. She slowly turned around to reveal that she was wearing a thong! Her magnificent ass was exposed and now was positioned inches from Bart's face.

Staring down at Bart, Lee flirted, "Are you going to play the rest of the game from down there?"

Bart involuntarily leaned forward and kissed Lee's tanned left buttock. Lee giggled; Suzi snorted. "I believe Bart just kissed your ass, Lee!" laughed Nina.

Bart blushed and returned to his seat, as did Lee. Lee gave a little adjustment to her panties and, to all the guys' dismay, crossed her lovely legs.

"The store is closed...for a while," she said when she noticed Mike looking directly at her crotch.

"My deal," slurred Phyllis. "Hey Bart, how about bringing us another round of drinks?"

Bart dutifully walked into the kitchen. Phyllis didn't take her eyes off his tight ass during the entire round-trip.

"Will you be dealing, Phyllis?" frowned Suzi.

Cards were flipped over around the table until they got back to Phyllis. She had low five. "Oh my, this is very serious," she said as she reached for the deck, traded in her card, and, to her great relief, flipped over a Queen. Lee looked down at her card in shock. She had lost again! Now the game was suddenly very serious.

"I had not planned to take any more dares," sighed Lee, "but I guess I'll have to if I want to keep my boobs covered." She cringed, picked a card, and read it. "Passionately kiss one of the girls of your choice for thirty seconds."

"Oh my god, I knew I would get that one," Lee said to Jack.

"Perfect," replied Jack. "So, who is gonna be the lucky girl?"

Lee looked around the table. Suzi's earlier look had not gone unnoticed.

"I choose Suzi," she whispered. "Mike seemed to enjoy it when he had his turn with her."

Suzi's eyes widened.

Lee walked around the table, past a shocked Bart, and pulled the cute blond up out of her chair with a gentle tug on Suzi's chin. Just before their lips met, Lee began to giggle.

"I have never done this before!" she exclaimed. "OK, start timing!"

Lee turned to Suzi and bent down toward her. Their lips touched tentatively at first and then firmly. The simple kiss quickly turned into a full embrace. Suzi's hands automatically moved over Lee's back and then wandered down to the soft silkiness of Lee's panties. The two girls heads moved with the heat of the kiss and Suzi's bright red fingernails clawed into Lee's buttocks.

"Jesus Christ," whispered Nina. The rest of the group sat speechless. Mike thought, I have seen women kiss in porn movies before, but that's nothing compared to witnessing it live. Suzi's hands began to shake visibly.

"Time," Jack said almost choking as he did.

Lee quickly released Suzi from her grasp. A panting Suzi fell back into her chair.

"She's a good kisser, huh Mike?" said Lee with mock seriousness.

Suzi put her hand to her lips. Her fingers still trembled and she looked as if she was about to cry. Bart was frozen, mouth open.

Finally Suzi regained her composure and said, "That was really...uh...different. Very...ah...soft. Oh my, I think I'm really embarrassed."

Silence fell over the room. Lee looked down at the table. On top of the girl's pile sat the red card with skull and crossed bones scowling. "Ah, the red warning card. Now we are going to really see some action!" she said.

"More action than what we all just witnessed? You mean they get worse?" said Nina. Lee and Jack grinned knowingly at one another.

Quiet Doug lost the next hand. Even though he was almost fully clothed, he grabbed a dare card. "Moon the room," the card read. Doug stood, dropped his trousers and underwear, and stuck his bare ass at the assembled group. All the girls cheered and howled, while the guys retched. Red faced, Doug sat back down.

"Now the red card is next on the guy's pile too," he noted. "Just wanted to keep things even."

"Bart's bound to lose now," said Nina. Relief was all over her face. She stole a glance at his crotch. Be seeing what's hiding there soon, she thought with a smile.

On the next deal, Phyllis got a 6. After careful consideration, she traded with Jack. Jack smiled as he handed her his card. It was a three. Fears built within Phyllis as each of the other cards were revealed. She had lost and now her swimsuit gag was history.

"This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life!" said Jack. "I have wanted to peek at those lovely melons since the first time I saw them coming around a corner in the music school. Dreams are made of this! God, I love college life!"

Phyllis eyed the red card, blushed, and looked again at the card. "I just can't do it...I'm shit faced, but I am too embarrassed to strip. I'll take the dare. God help me."

"Uh-oh," said Lee quietly. She knew the contents of those cards.

Phyllis fearfully picked up the card and held it up to read. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit."

"Read it," Mike said.

"Double shit," said Phylliss.

"Must be a good one," laughed Nina.

"Put on a blindfold." Phyllis read. "All the guys will stand in a line facing away from the table and unzip or otherwise give access to their penises. You must feel each penis and guess the identity of its owner. Guess all correctly and you can put back on one article of clothing. Guess incorrectly and you must take off two articles of clothing on your NEXT loss."

"Cool," said Mike.

Lee quickly produced a blindfold from the kitchen and put it over Phyllis' eyes. Phyllis couldn't believe this was happening. She had never touched a penis before. Tonight she already had touched one with her foot and was about to touch four more with her hands. She felt a great bubble expanding inside her. A strange wetness appeared between her legs. The moment was exhilarating and mind-blowing, but she tried to keep her senses. She knew that she had to concentrate. If she could not figure out which dick was which, she likely would lose all her clothes very soon. She had to think.

Phyllis reasoned to herself. "Bart has on only his underwear, so when I don't feel pants, that's him. Doug is large, so whoever has the largest dick is Doug. Mike is taller than Jack...not much help, but it will have to do." All these things streaked through her mind as Lee led her over to the guys who had assembled themselves in a row.

Someone took Phyllis' arm and guided her hand to its first target. There it is, Phyllis thought as she touched her first penis. She was shocked by its softness. It jerked in her hand as if it had a life of its own. She moved her hand over it savoring its texture.

"This is great," she spontaneously exclaimed. Everyone laughed.

And, no pants...must be Bart, she thought.

"Next," shouted Lee.

Another hand guided her to penis number two. This one was flaccid when she first touched it, but it suddenly changed with her touch. She was mystified by the change. She began to rub up and down along the length of the shaft. As she did, it got harder and harder. The problem was that she had no clue as to its owner.

When she touched dick three, she pulled her hand back at first. This one had to be Doug. It was much larger than the other two and curved to the left, semi-hard. She put her hand around it and her fingers barely touched. She began to try to imagine getting something that large inside her.

Impossible, she thought...maybe.

The last dick was much like the others, except she felt a bit of moisture on the tip. When you touched it, a moan came from the owner, but she couldn't recognize the voice. The skin on this penis seemed much looser. It tip was smaller than the others. She enjoyed the soft sensation in her hand.

"You had better guess before someone makes a mess over there," shouted Nina breaking the tension.

Unfortunately for Phyllis, it was a tossup on which was Jack and which was Mike.

"OK, number one is Bart." Cheers went up from the girls.

"Hey, how did you know that?" cried Suzi.

"I swear she just made a lucky guess, baby!" Bart replied. "I swear!"

"Number three is Doug."

"Well, how in the world did she guess that one," said Nina, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I couldn't imagine," said Lee.

"And number two is...ok...ah...Mike?" Phyllis guessed.

"Awnk! Survey says, 'Wrong!' That marvelous organ would be mine!" boasted Jack.

"Oh, shit," cried Phyllis. "Whew, that was quite an experience! And, I guess I just cannot lose again for the rest of the game, that's all."

"All right, guys, zip up...if you can...and let's play so we can get those dicks where the rest of us can see them. We don't want Phyllis to have all the fun," commanded Nina.

Everyone made their way back to the table, four tents sticking out in a line.

There was a flurry of card trading during the next hand and Suzi lost.

"I am not taking one of those dares now," sighed Suzi. She lifted her blouse over her head and revealed two satin-covered melons that bulged from under her confining underwear. Suzi felt her nipples grow hard and visible. She covered them quickly with her hands.

"No, no, no. No covering," said Jack.

No one knew how prophetic Jack's comment was until the next hand. Suzi lost again. A look of horror came on her face. She looked at Bart as if to say, save me, but Bart merely shrugged and tried to appear sympathetic.

"I think this has gone far enough, Bart," Suzi said quietly. Bart said nothing, but the look on his face was pure lust. Suzi was shocked that he didn't intervene.

Suzi tried to read Bart's face. Should she end this and walk out now? She looked at Bart only to receive a sly grin in return. Well, if he doesn't care, then neither do I, Suzi thought to herself.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. OK, I guess I'll go for broke." Suzi stood up and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She looked like a small China doll in an awkward pose, a beautiful porcelain figurine standing awkwardly. After unhooking the clasps, she held the bra in front of her breasts and slipped the straps over her arms, then paused again breathing heavily.

Suzi conjured up a weak smile and said, "Well, I guess this is the reason we are doing this. Right, guys?" She looked directly at Lee as she spoke.

All the rest of the eyes in the room were fixed on little Suzi's large tits. Slowly she allowed the bra to drop away. Gasps and soft moans sprang from the group of watchers. Suddenly Suzi struck a body builder pose just as Bart had done. Her nipples were amazingly pink, almost as if she had colored them with lipstick, and they were high on her breasts almost pointing at the ceiling. Her tiny pink aureoles were in slightly different positions on her two breasts giving a sort of walleyed effect. As she sat back down, she covered her gorgeous globes with one arm, began to relax a little, and smiled. All the guys began to clap and cheer.

The next hand ended in yet another tie; Jack and Mike both lost.

"All right!" cheered Nina. "Drop those pants."

Lee reached to her side and switched on the radio. A George Clinton funk tune happened to be playing. Jack and Mike began to dance and unzip. They whipped off their belts in tandem to the cheers of the ladies and did their awkward best to imitate male strippers, although their performance came off closer to that of the cast of misfits in "The Full Monty." Jack moved close by Lee, so Mike did the same with Nina. They placed their crotches directly in the girls' faces and began to slowly ease down their pants. Both girls blushed and shrieked. They waved semi-erect dicks, still covered by underwear, at both girls as best we could.

Lee shocked everyone, particularly Jack, by reaching out and touching Jack's dick through his briefs. Jack recoiled in shock, but then began to dance with Lee gently moving her hand up and down along his shaft. Phyllis gasped. Mike looked down at Nina who was wide-eyed and gave her a questioning look.

"Not now, big fella," she whispered.

Did that mean what I thought it meant, Mike wondered?

"Later?" Mike asked.

The girls shoved the dancing hunks away and Mike sat back down with his question unanswered. Jack had a full erection which, regardless of what he did, stood out beneath his underwear in clear view. Phyllis, who was sitting next to him, tried to peek without being obvious to no avail. She was not very subtle.

"Hot, hot, hot," said Suzi.

The words seemed to shake Phyllis out of her hypnosis. She fanned herself with a hand full of cards.

The next round of the game moved very slowly. Everyone had cards in the midrange so decisions about holding or trading were difficult. The cards, one by one, were flipped over until it was Phyllis' turn. Bart was holding the lowest card to that point, a seven. Phyllis started to turn her card and then jerked back her hand with a look of complete fear in her eyes.

"It's you or me, Bart. I can't bring myself to look at the card I just got from Jack."
"Time out," cried Suzi. "I can't wait any longer. I have to go to the bathroom." She clutched her exposed boobs and rushed out of the room.

"Drinks?" asked Nina, ever the attentive hostess.

Mike walked into the kitchen with Nina and whispered, "About those side bets..."

"Oh, yeah, what did you have in mind?" Nina replied glancing down at his bulging underwear.

"The game is about to be over. Right?" said Mike. "Neither Bart nor Phyllis is brave enough to chance another dare under the red card. So, the game is about to be over. I propose that we bet on who loses this hand just for fun."

"And the stakes?" Nina asked. Her eyes were flashing as she looked directly into Mike's.

"Whoever loses has to take the next dare card," Mike replied, "and must do whatever is on the card...after everyone else leaves, that is. This bet is just between us."

Nina hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a bet. I'll take Phyllis to win."

"A bet," Mike said shaking Nina's delicate, yet powerful pianist's hand.

Suzi came back to the table holding one tit in each hand and everyone settled back down.

"Well, here goes," said Phyllis. She took the card and threw it down in the middle of the table. A six!! Phyllis had lost.

"I seem to recall that the previous dare requires you to take off two articles of clothing, Phyllis," said Jack triumphantly.

"I knew this would happen," screeched Phyllis. "I just felt it. I'm never playing games with you guys again." Phyllis wrung her hands and nervously pushed her long blond hair back out of her eyes. "I hope your are satisfied, Nina. You got me into this!"

Nina really didn't hear the comment. She was distracted by her own loss to Mike. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Phyllis stood up and began to nervously reach around to unhook her swimsuit top. All eyes were on Phyllis, so no one noticed when Nina quietly took the top dare card, read it, folded it, and slipped it into the pocket of her skirt. She patted her pocket and winked at Mike.

Beet red Phyllis was having a bit of difficulty standing. After several tries, she finally got her swimsuit top unhooked and paused as she held the top in front of her. She closed her eyes and tossed the top aside.

"Oh my god," moaned Jack. Eyes popped as the most fantastic pair of tits outside of Playboy magazine were revealed. Phyllis' long blond hair softly fell over one breast. Her aureoles were large and dark pink with protruding nipples that yearned to be tasted. Her breasts hung down slightly under their own weight, but were not the least bit saggy. Phyllis grabbed one breast in each hand and playfully shook them at the guys.

"Well, here they are, boys." With that she pulled one up and touched her tongue to the nipple.

"Jesus H. Christ!" exclaimed Doug.

"I wish I could do that," bemoaned Nina.

Phyllis sat back down in a heap.

"Aren't we forgetting something?" Jack said.

"I can't, guys," whined Phyllis.

"Then take another dare," ventured Doug.

"That'll be worse," exclaimed Phyllis. "Oh what the hell, we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies, right? We might as well get this game over."

Phyllis stood up again and began to quickly strip. She obviously wanted to finish before she lost her courage. Hooked a thumb in each side of her white swimsuit bottoms, she pulled the tight fabric over her ample hips. Her public hair was blonder than the hair on her head. It was sparse and almost invisible. That allowed her pink glistening labia to show through. Standing there naked, Phyllis looked like a goddess.

Phyllis struck a pose, made a silly face, and sat back down.

"Game over. Time for pictures before everyone gets dressed," said Jack.

"What?" said Suzi.

"It's a tradition," answered Nina. "Just go with it!"

The group posed for the now traditional post game photo. Phyllis stood in front, naked and blushing. Little did Phyllis know that the photo later would be a treasured almost sacred item in fraternity houses all across the campus.

Post Game

After everyone had gone home, Lee and Phyllis retired to their bedrooms leaving Nina and Mike alone.

"I guess it's time for me to perform that last dare," said Nina sheepishly.

"I suppose so," Mike said not knowing what to expect.

Nina stood and pulled her turtleneck sweater over her head. Mike sat back on the couch. If this was a show, he was going to love it, he thought. Nina untied the string on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her purple camisole matched her bikini panties. She smiled and tossed her long hair back over her head like a fashion model posing for the camera. Mike was in heaven. The girl of his dreams was stripping just for him.

Nina blushed slightly and said, "Funny...in all these games, I have never had to do this."

She crossed her arms and lifted the bottom of her camisole slowly. She raised the silky fabric while looking directly into Mike's eyes. One last gentle tug and her breasts sprang free of their confinement. They were small and firm with long nipples fully erect. Mike nearly came in his pants at the sight.

Mike was just about to say that he thought there were no stripping dares in the pile when Nina, to his shock, knelt in front of him and began to unbutton his shirt. She pushed back his shirt and rubbed her soft hands down my chest.

"Nice," she whispered.

Her hands found his belt, unbuckled it, and unzipped his pants. Mike wore an expression of shear shock on his face causing Nina to pause and say, "Are you ok with this?"

"OK?" Mike wheezed in a barely audible tone. "This may be the most fantastic moment of my young life."

"The moment and the dare are not over yet," Nina said as she returned to her task. She lifted Mike's pants past his hips and pulled them from his feet. She rubbed my pants down the front of her body before she dropped them to the floor and gave me the sexiest of looks. By now, Mike was fully erect and his dick strained against his jockey shorts.

"Hum, what have we here?" joked Nina.

Without waiting for a response, she pulled down Mike's underwear and revealed his throbbing penis, red and ready.

"Now for my dare," said Nina. She began to stroke the lovely cock before her up and down. When a dewdrop of moisture appeared on its tip, she leaned over and licked it off with her tongue.

"Ah, salty. I've always wondered what that would taste like."

Mike closed his eyes in ecstasy. He still was in a state of disbelief, but he certainly didn't want to do anything to stop the proceedings. As Nina continued to stroke his dick, Mike felt his cum beginning to build for a climax. Should I stop her or not, he wondered? What if I cum on her? Will she be grossed out? Mike leaned back and moaned.

"I seem to be doing this right," Nina said aloud to herself. "He seems to like it."

"Oh god, Nina...oh...oh...I'm about to...oh." Mike tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. Suddenly he sprayed cum all over his chest. Nina continued to stroke until the last spurt had waned.

"What an amazing sight that was," said Nina again more to herself than to Mike. She took her camisole and began to clean up Mike's chest.

Mike blushed, embarrassed by his nakedness and his cum everywhere. Nina sensed his distress, leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Nina always pays her bets," she said. "And, this one was very pleasant." Mike pulled her toward him and kissed her passionately.

"The dare wasn't very romantic," Mike lamented. "I mean for you, for the two of us. Sort of one-sided...in my favor."

"Maybe in the future...," she whispered, her sentence trailing off as she noticed Mike's eyes widening. "Just never let it be said that I didn't do my dare!"

Mike and Nina silently began to collect their clothes and their thoughts. Mike picked up Nina's dress. He felt the dare card in her pocket. While Nina was slipping into a robe, Mike took the card as a souvenir and put it his pants pocket.

Standing in the doorway, Mike blurted, "About the future...." Nina touched her finger to his lips, then pulled him against her warm body.

"Savor tonight," Nina said.

Mike kissed Nina goodnight and started walking home. As he passed under a street light, he unfolded the dare card and held it up to make out the words.

It read, "Play with yourself for 30 seconds and fake (or have) an orgasm."

Mike stood for a long while staring at the note and reflecting on the evening. Sly Nina had had her way again. She had substituted what she wanted for the dare.

Mike thought, "A college education indeed is a wonderful thing!"

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