John Benson was quite tired that day, it was cold and dreary, overcast and clammy, if anything brought him down and impeded his energy, it was bad weather, he was hoping that it wouldn't get any worse than this and rain when he heard a greeting come from behind him.
"Hi John." He heard a feminine voice calling out to him, he turned around to see that it was Emily, a tomboyish girl his age sporting short-styled black hair, wearing a big, baggy hoodie and ripped jeans, who happened to be John's next door neighbor.
Emily liked John, more than he knew in fact; she had a big crush on him, and despite most people, Emily's opinion of John was not lessened when she learned of his "habit".
On the contrary, Emily was one of the few people who seemed to enjoy playing strip games with John, and oddly enough, she was the only person who came close to having an even loss ratio as him, possibly due to her crush on him, not that he knew anything about it.
While he had intimate knowledge of her, John didn't think anything of it, usually, a strip game was usually an effective way of creating a sexual tension afterwards, especially when the losing player had to do a forfeit, it was very hard to come up with anything that wasn't sexual, John could only think of such cases when someone wanted something very specific from him, or were using it vindictively to get back at him for something.
As such, he was very accustomed to performing sexual acts when he lost, and even demanding them in the rare cases where he won.
"Oh, hi Emily." John's mood seemed to lose its edge a bit, he liked hanging out with Emily, even when there was no prospect of strip games on the horizon, she was just fun to be around.
"Weather got you down again?" Emily asked, hitting the bullseye right from the start.
"Yeah, just can't seem to muster any energy." His answer still carried a touch of bitterness, despite his attempt to sound cheerful.
"Mind if I tag along?" Emily skipped her way up to him, matching her pace to his and slowing down to a walk next to him.
"Not at all." He responded.
The walk back was quiet at first, John was wearing a big jacket himself, it was a hand-me-down from his father, but it still did a good job keeping him warm in the cold weather and dry in the rain.
At this time of day, the way back was quite deserted, they lived in a pretty quiet suburb, so there was nary a person in sight of the two, and it seems that was what pushed Emily to consider:
"Hey John, I have an idea," She beamed and turned to tell John "Wanna play a strip game?"
John stopped in his tracks, and so Emily followed suit, he looked around him a bit before making sure "Here?"
"Yeah, well... As we walk back home, to be exact." Emily felt taken aback, not sure about her idea all of a sudden.
"What... Did you have in mind?" Curiosity seemed to be getting the better of John now, as he asked for more details.
"It's simple, really," Emily began explaining her idea, slowly feeling more emboldened as she did "Everytime we pass a telephone pole, we play a game of rock paper scissors, the loser has to take off an article of clothing, and we keep doing that until either one of us is naked, or we reach our places."
John looked at the telephone poles placed sequentially along the road, they was a decent distance between each of them, enough to maybe have few enough poles between here and their houses that, if they won evenly, would make them return home with some of their clothing intact.
Although he didn't show it, John was very excited about doing this idea, even if it sounded like a bad one, his urge to play was beginning to win out.
"Why not." He finally agreed.
"Alright, so let's start." Emily cheered up all of a sudden, as she and John played out their first game, with a paper against rock, it was actually John who won the first round.
"Wow, off to a good start, aren't you?" Emily said with a touch of lamentation in her tone, as she took her shoes and socks off and placed them in her backpack.
The feeling of the pavement beneath Emily's feet was an interesting one, the hard, cold sensation of the stone slabs under her feet made her want to walk faster, even run, but she decided to control the urge to do so.
One other thing John didn't seem to catch on concerning Emily was that she was an exhibitionist, she enjoyed being naked in public settings, and that was the reason her seeing John running around naked made her like him even more, to her, he was living the dream, and he had helped her do so as well on so many occasions, not to mention the few times she actually threw the game herself, just for an excuse to be naked in front of other people.
They continued walking on to the next pole, stopping when they reached it and playing once again, this time with scissors against rock, which was John's loss, likewise, John removed his own shoes and socks and stuffed them in his backpack, continuing to move once again.
At the next pole, the two played the next round, this time it was John who lost, he unzipped his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, and once again placed it in his pack, underneath it was a plain black t-shirt.
At the next pole, Emily lost the game with a rock again, instead of removing her hoodie however, she opted to undo her pants, sliding the tight jeans off her legs and letting them fall to the floor.
From John's perspective, Emily looked like she could've been wearing a pair of shorts underneath her hoodie, which was long enough to hide any unmentionables, Emily proceeded to place her pants into her pack.
Despite being relatively covered, Emily could feel the excitement rising, if she moved too much, the hoodie could hike up and expose her butt to anyone watching, thankfully though, there have been very few people on the way home.
The two walked along to the next pole, passing one of the few people they had met so far along the way, a middle aged jogger who paid the two teens no mind, they had reached the next pole as he passed, and that game produced a tie, scissors against scissors.
"So what now?" John wondered "Do we go to the next pole, or just play again?"
"We keep playing, until one person wins." Emily clarified, and John thought about it for a second, right now it's not an issue, but in the latter rounds this might become more crucial, where having to do the round over might be a problem.
The two played two more rounds, each matching the other in result, forcing the two to play again until one of them won.
Finally, with scissors against scissors John won again, Emily unzipped her hoodie and took it off, revealing a rather snug band shirt, a certain pair of points on the shirt caught John's eyes.
"No bra?" John asked, his eyes transfixed on the small but perky breasts, topped with two clearly stiff nipples struggling against her shirt.
