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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!"
