After reading and rereading (and rereading still) some of the 'adventures' told by Shadow_Rising, I thought I'd pay homage. Hopefully mine are half as good as his.
The story does contain cheating, so if that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you divert stories!
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The harsh cold of a miserable winter's night set a perfected cozy mood about the shared household of Michael and Amy. The battering of the heavy, freezing rain on the windows throughout the house only reminding them of the warmth and comfort inside. There was a great cheer about the pair, but that's usually the case on most Friday nights with people. A long week of work and miserable weather only let them appreciate the comfort of their house a little more. The house had been set up much differently to the way it normally was, this was because Michael was hosting a weekly poker game among his friends, he was grateful he was hosting this week and didn't have to weather the storm outside.
After shuffling a bit of furniture, and organising a few stacks of poker chips, Michael had proudly set up the perfect round poker table in his living room. Amy, his girlfriend of 3 years gave a small, sarcastic clap after a good 10 minutes of struggling on Michael's part, who bowed in return, furthering her sarcasm.
"I'll be here all week." Joked Michael, joining his brunette girlfriend on a nearby sofa. "You still going out tonight?" He added, nodding toward a nearby window.
"Probably not." Amy answered. "Wasn't really in the mood for the girls tonight anyway."
"You'll have to join the game at this rate" He replied, looking through the messages on his phone, "David and Tom can't make it."
"A little rain and everyone quivers indoors" Amy laughed, nuzzling up against her boyfriend as he continued to read his text messages. "Is anyone else coming?"
"Ryan." He replied, "Ryan never misses a game."
Twenty minutes of uncertainty passed, the game should have started by now but nobody had shown up yet. Michael hated waiting about, and his pacing between the kitchen and the front door only showed that. Amy at this point had poured herself her second glass of wine and was quite content having the entire sofa to herself. This was quickly disrupted by the piercing beams of light as a car pulled into their driveway, the light shining through the living room window.
"Honey, I think that's your friend." Amy called through to her boyfriend, not shifting from her place.
"About time." He muttered to himself as he went to the front door.
The sound of heavy rain filled the room as Michael opened the front door, welcoming his friend. It was still raining hard outside, and the talk between the two friends quickly turned to it. Amy heard faint hints of idle chatter as the two boys walked through to the kitchen and got themselves a beer, complaining over the lack of commitment of David and Tom.
"Bit of head to head action it is then." Called Michael, considerably happier now that one of his friends had shown up.
The attention of the boys was equally divided as they walked into the living room. Michael walked proudly towards his grand poker table set within the middle of the room, admiring the efforts he had gone to for tonight, though partially being wasted. His friend eyes on the other hand, drifted toward Amy, who had now looked up at this point. Amy looked back, greeting the stranger. He was quite similar to Michael in a few ways, he had short dark hair, and was fairly well taken care of, but he was a little taller and stronger looking than her boyfriend. At this point Michael had notice them staring at each other.
"Oh god, I'm sorry." He laughed, "Ryan, this is my girlfriend Amy."
"Well, you weren't joking, she's hot." Ryan said, causing Amy and her boyfriend to let out a laugh. He certainly broke the ice.
"Told ya.'" Michael answered, sitting himself down at the table. "Now c'mon, I want to play some cards."
"If you don't want to wait to lose your money, then so be it." Ryan laughed, moving to his seat opposite Michael.
"Now, now boys, play nicely." Amy said playfully as the two continued to gloat between each other.
The cards began to fly and the room began to buzz of friendly rivalry, jokes and general comfort. Michael and Ryan had been strategically absorbed by their game for the better part of an hour by this point. Amy looked on now and again, watching curiously at the tension between some of the hands. She didn't understand the game, but she loved the excitement of it. She followed the mood of who was winning between the shouts of victory and cries of irritation with each hand. Amy was having trouble focusing on anything, the excitement of the game beside her drew her away from reading or sorting chores.
The game pressed on, and so did the drinks. Before long Amy was practically a barmaid clearing out the empty beer bottles between the three of them. Upon clearing the second round of drinks, she peaked across the table, trying to make sense of who was winning. Her eyes met with Ryan's, who for the first time that night, to Amy's knowledge at least, had taken his attention away from his cards and towards the girlfriends figure, now practically bent over the table to reach at a faraway bottle. The 20 year old girlfriend blushed, quickly swiping at the bottle and standing up. She looked over to Michael, wondering if he had saw his friend blatantly eyeing up his girlfriend, but his attention was focused solely on his cards. She quickly moved out of the room towards the kitchen, turning back to see if Ryan's eyes were still following her. They were.
Amy reentered the room and sat down on the sofa again. A little tipsy, but a little intrigued by the unwarranted attention her boyfriends friend was giving her. She peeked up toward the table again, looking straight to Ryan, who this time was now throwing a large stack of chips into the middle of the table. An odd sense of disappointment came over Amy, which made her question why she even wanted her boyfriends friend to be paying attention to her in the first place. More importantly, how didn't Michael notice his friend obviously staring his girlfriend of 3 years up? Was the game that intense?
"Oooh, confident are we?" Michael cooed, in response to Ryan moving a large stack of chips into the middle of the table. Ryan didn't respond, not wanting to give away any hints about his hand.
The boisterous tone of the table drowned out due to the rattling thoughts plaguing Amy's mind at that point. She tried to convince herself that it was merely the drink making her this paranoid. Was it paranoia? A moment ago she was hoping her boyfriends friend had been looking her over again. Amy looked back up to the table, staring in a somewhat drunken haze at her boyfriends friend. She began pinpointing his features, which still reminded her a lot of her boyfriend. His jaw was a bit more defined, though, and he was slightly more muscled than her boyfriend, and his eyes were blue instead of green. Amy's heart pounded a little harder at this point, his eyes.
Ryan was now staring back at Amy at this point, smiling at her as she had been looking him over. Amy didn't want him to assume anything taboo of it, she was simply inspecting him in comparison to her boyfriend. She looked over to her boyfriend who was preoccupied sorting out his newly acquired chips from the hand before, a smug look covering his face. Amy turned back toward Ryan at this point, blushing, noticing his eyes piercing her as they followed her curve line and figure.
"Big win?" Amy said nervously to Michael, making conversation merely to break the suspense between herself and Ryan.
"Ryan might as well leave now." Michael laughed, smiling at his girlfriend before noticing her flushed face. "You ok, honey?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Amy nodded shortly, "Just a bit warm in here, I might get another drink."
"Good idea, do you mind getting me one?" Her boyfriend asked, smiling as he checked his freshly dealt cards.
"Yeah, of course." Amy replied sweetly as she left the room, she decided not to turn to see if Ryan was staring again.
As the brunette 20 year old girlfriend entered the kitchen the surge of butterflies that filled her stomach in the living room heightened. What the hell was the matter with her? She was more than experienced at ignoring ogling eyes from random guys while out on the town, why was Ryan setting her body on edge? She thought back to when she was so blatantly exposed over the poker table, collecting beer bottles. The thought of Ryan's eyes peering down her shirt as she did so sent a flutter to her pussy. Amy tried to convince herself it was the effect of her drink. There's nothing wrong with guys looking now and again, she knew she drew that sort of attention. There was hardly any harm in it. She tried to bottle up the sensation flooding her for later tonight. She was getting horny, and thought about how Michael was going to benefit from it later.
A cheer came from the other room, Amy's boyfriend had obviously won another hand. At this rate she wouldn't have to wait long until the couple were alone again. Soon enough she would be able to vent some of this 'frustration'. The thought of Ryan's depleting chips spurred a naughty idea in Amy's head. Ryan had been losing a lot recently after becoming distracted, and if she was the distraction, she might be able to end the game a little sooner.
