"Well the rules state 'that whoever looks most like a pirate starts the game.'" Paul said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an eye patch and put it on. It even had a little skull and crossbones on it.
"You and that fucking eye patch. You better wear it the rest of the game." Ashley exclaimed exasperated.
"I always do, don't eye!" Paul said as he pointed at the eye patch.
"Shut up and read the first card already." Ashley urged.
Paul drew the top card from the deck in the middle of the table and read aloud "The loser must give 1x card of clothing to the Captain. That be me." Paul continued to Sara, "or doth 10 squats for each piece of clothing not forfeited."
Ashley looked at Sara "Does that make sense? You have to remove a piece of clothing for each card you have gotten and give it to the current Capt. or if you're not wearing any clothing."
"That means ye be naked." Paul interjected in his pirate voice
"Or if you don't want to give up any more clothes. And stop talking like that." Ashley spat at Paul.
"Awr, you're no fun."
"Anyways, if the pieces of clothing don't match the number of cards you have, you would have to do squats and since that's the only card you have you do 10 of them. Make sense."
"I think I got it?" I responded
"OK roll dim dice." Paul said as he grabbed the brown leather cup in front of himself and flipped it over on the table The dice rattle inside until they came to rest under the cup. Ashley and I followed suit.
I saw Paul tilt his cup forward and peering under it so only he saw his dice. He then looked over at Ashley, "4 sixes"
"Oh, going to act like a gentleman now."
"I know that we have a new player who needs to learn the game." Paul said, finally dropping the accent.
"OK," Ashley said as she turned to me, "so, Paul just bid that he believes there are at least 4 dice that show six of the 15 dice on the table. Now, I'm going to say there are 5 three's. And now either you will call me a liar or try to predict how many dice have a certain number."
I tilted my cup similarly to how I saw Paul did. Looking at my dice I saw a pair of ones and sixes as well as a three.
"Remember, ones are wild as well." Paul reminded me.
Looking again at my dice "OK well then... umm... 5 sixes?"
"Is that a question?" Paul laughed
Ashley slapped his arm, "So you think there are at least 5 dice on the table showing 6."
"Um, Yes"
"I'll go to 6 sixes" Paul cut in impatiently.
Ashley stared daggers at Paul before looking back at me, "You getting it?"
"Ya, ya, I think I got it?"
I then saw Ashley's face become very focused. She was staring down my cup as if she wished she had x-ray vision before saying, "7 sixes."
Then looked up at me for my response. "Uh, 8 sixes?"
"Are you sure?" Ashley questioned my response.
"She said it, didn't she, and I'm calling her a liar!" Paul exclaimed, returning to his accent and pointing accusingly. I giggled at his absurdity.
"OK lets see them" he said while lifting his cup. I copied his action lifting my cup as did Ashley.
His face fell as he saw my pair of sixes and ones. Then his eyes darted over to see one under Ashley's cup.
"God dammit" he exclaimed.
"Looks like she nailed it" Ashley laughed at Paul's seeming reversal of fortune. He had a pair of sixes and a one as well.
"This girl may be playing us?"
"Na, just beginner's luck." I responded
"Well, either way, I think you owe the girl a piece of clothing." Ashley chided Paul.
"Alright let's get this show started." And Paul stood up pulling his T-shirt over his head revealing those hard packed abs of his.
The same abs I'd been staring at 2 nights ago at a party one of the frats had been throwing. That was the night when Ashley had walked up to me and asked.
"So, would like to fuck him?"
I nearly dropped the drink I was hiding behind as I leered at Paul.
"Uh, what?" I stammered.
"Oh ya, I think he would totally fuck you."
Now, I'd known Ashley for a while, both of studying for the same major and all. However, we never really socialized together, but it was spring break, and being stuck on campus I'd heard a party was happening and figured it was better than sitting in my dorm rubbing one out while watching another Rom-com. And so here I was leering at Paul as Ashley asked me about fucking him.
"Isn't that your boyfriend?" I questioned
"Well we do fuck a lot. So, you can call that what you want." Ashley clarified, "And well, to be honest I really want to see you naked, but I wasn't sure if you were into girls. So, I figured a threesome may get us all what we want."
I nearly dropped my drink again. As I stared up at Ashley. Oh have I mentioned this Valkyrie of a woman towered over me at what had to be nearly 6 ft, maybe not quite. And her red hair, probably dyed, but what girl doesn't these days, even I add highlights to my own hair. But given Ashley the right dress, she could easily pull off one hell of a Jessica Rabbit. Also would need a really good bra to help her out up top. I thought as Ashley suddenly waved a hand in front of my face.
"So?"
Oh, umm...." I hesitated as I came out of my deliberations. I looked over at Paul again. He was standing over with, what I presumed was the rest of the swim team. Our college was pretty well known for their swim team, and ya, Paul was one of their scholarship swimmers. You could usually pick them out on campus being some of the finest physical specimens.
Part of the reason I showed up was this was their frat. And I figured I could maybe leer at a few of them from behind a drink, before I inevitably ended up back at my dorm room grinding my pillow pretending it was one of their faces.
And now here I was seemingly being offered the chance to sleep with one of these towering Adonis.
"So, what, we'd go back to your room?" I asked almost inaudibly
Ashley laughed, "Oh, no not tonight. Paul's way too drunk to be any good tonight."
We both looked over as Paul was now swinging his cup around and yelling nearly at the top of his lungs. "Never have I ever passed out while eating my girlfriend's pussy."
"Come by Sunday night, I have a little game we can play to break the ice. No drinking involved." Ashley started walking towards Paul. "Alright big guy let's settle it down."
And now here I was Sunday night and Paul, no longer drunk, was still swinging his shirt around his head like some Chippendale's stripper. Ashley told me I could fuck him if I won the game, and now sitting here I could feel the tingles growing inside me as I watched him showing off.
"OK, you can stop flexing now." Ashley said
Paul tossed his shirt at me. Which I did catch but the smell of body spray still smacked me right in the face. It really does annoy me that such a mass produced smell could turn me on and I heard Ashley giggle as she saw me breath in the shirt. I quickly dropped the shirt to the floor next to me. As I tried to control my flushing.
"OK, next round O' Captain my Captain." Paul extolled.
Ashley pointed at the deck on the table, "Draw the next card."
I reached over and picked up a card. And then read from it out loud. "The loser must sit on the Captain's lap and kiss them for a count of 10x rectangles."
"That's the game's shorthand. It means 10 times the number of cards you have gotten in the game. You get a card whenever you lose a round." Ashley cut in.
"OK" I responded, "It also says "No wilds this round."
"Then ones don't count as wild this round." Ashley explained, "And I start this round as I'm to the left of the loser." She chided Paul as she grabbed her cup, slipped her dice into it and flipped it over again onto the table.
After peaking at her dice she bet "2 sixes."
Having flipped my cup I was looking at my numbers; a three and a pair of twos and fours. I looked up at Ashley, "3 twos?" I hesitated.
"3 threes" was Paul's response
Ashley looked from Paul to me "3 fours"
"Hmm..." I ponder looking back under my cup. "4 fours" I bet, figuring Ashley must have a couple as well.
"5 fours" Paul chortled.
"Don't try and bluff me," Ashley responded, "I bet you don't even have a four you liar!"
"Ha, I got 3 of them." Paul countered sticking out his tongue.
"Well, I don't have any." Ashley smirked.
"I've got two of them." I chimed in, lifting my cup.
"Fuck!" Ashley exclaimed as Paul continued to laugh.
"Alright if I'm going to lose. There are definitely worse punishments." Ashley stood up and walked over to me. Scooting my chair out so I faced her now, instead of the table.
"Hey... wait... what? I thought Paul won?" I questioned.
Ya, he did but you're still the Captain till the end of the round." she said as one of her long legs flew over my lap and she sat down straddling me. Ashley's right hand then reached up to my face and pushed back my hair. "You alright?"
I gulped back "Uh... ya." I looked up into Ashley's sky blue eyes. It'd been nearly 2 years since me and my last boyfriend had broken up and I really hadn't been this close to someone since then. Let alone a girl seemingly very into me.
"Paul, please count for us." Ashley said as she lowered her mouth to mine.
Paul began counting "1... 2... 3..."
Then I noticed as her lips caressed mine that she was starting to grind herself against my legs, and a hand suddenly was on my left breast.
"Hey, Hey, no groping her. That wasn't on the card. 6..."
The hand left my breast but now Ashley lips opened and I could feel her tongue pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth to this foreign invader and just as it was making its way through my lips.
"10!, OK break it up you too."
And all too quickly Ashley was up and off my lap and back in her own chair. Paul had drawn the next card read aloud."The loser must give 1x cards of clothing to the Captain or 10 times jumping jacks. You start this time Sara."
I looked over at him, still a bit mesmerized, "Uh.. what?"
"Roll your dice and make your bid."
"Oh, OK" I adjusted my chair back to the table. Then grabbed the dice and dropped them into the cup. A pair of ones, a three, a four, and a six were under the cup after I flipped it.
"Oh, remember, the ones are wild, again." Paul reminded me.
"Um, ya, thanks, let's start at... uh... 5 threes?" I bid.
"Always a question with you isn't it." Paul teased "let's go 6 threes then."
"6 sixes" Ashley said as she stared me down. "Come on, call me. I can't wait to see you naked."
I looked at my dice again, "7 sixes" not willing to call Ashley's bluff.
"8 sixes" Paul bid as if he had planned to up my bid no matter what I'd said.
"You better not be trying to lose." Ashley berated Paul.
"So, you're calling then." Paul laughed
"You're goddamn right I'm calling you. You fucking liar."
