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The evening continued in relaxed way. We sat around joking, talking, sharing stories and just plain having fun. None of us alluded to the earlier goings on – I think that we were hesitant to bring it up again. After an hour or so of this easy camaraderie, Sarah asked us if we wanted to play a game. We all said sure, and Sarah jumped up and walked over to the shelves at the side of the room. She stood looking at a wall full of board games. Her family had the place well stocked. Monopoly, Scrabble, Cranium – all the old and current classics.
Sarah was reaching toward the top shelf, and I couldn't help but appreciate the curve of her back as she stretched. I was, though, more appreciative of the moons of her ass ass they peeked out the bottom of her now stretched cutoffs. I broke my stare for a moment and looked at the others – Ondrea wasn't paying much attention as she held her cold beer bottle against her neck – Karin was, however looking at the same sight I was. I can't be sure she was looking at Sarah's ass – but she was looking in that direction, and she wasn't looking up toward what Sarah was reaching for.
Sarah stopped reaching and asked me to come over and help. I got myself up, glad that I hadn't developed another erection, wandered over and gave her the look, "OK, what do you need?"
Sarah asked me to reach for a game in a pink box – the title Pass Out on its side. Sarah was between the shelves and I, and I stretched out to reach the game, purposefully pushing trapping her soft beautiful body between me and the wall. I reached higher, and could feel the firmness of her breasts pushing into my chest. I grabbed the game, not really hurrying, and pulled it down. She looked at me and whispered, "Thanks" in a breathy way, and then jabbed me in the gut with two fingers and a laugh.
We returned to the rest of the group. Karin and Ondrea has dragged over a coffee table to play on. They sat on the couch, leaving an easy chair for Sarah and the floor for me. At least that's the way it turned out, since Sarah took the chair. Sarah had taken the game from me as I sat, and explained the rules as she pulled out the board and pieces.
Pass Out was a British game that, as you might have guessed, was a formalized drinking game. Each of us received a playing piece of a different colour. Surrounding the board were many squares, most of them saying things like "Yellow take a drink" or "Blue take a drink" or "All take a drink". It wasn't a complex game.
There was a bar you got sent to instead of Jail. There were Pass-out cards which told you to "Skip a drink", "Advance to the next Green Take a Drink Square" or even the more complex "Take 7 Drinks and move to "Start Here" square or Take 2 drinks and move forward 3 spaces, or take 1 drink and kiss your partner".
I can't remember what it took to actually win the game – we never got that far, but every time you passed start, you had to say a tongue twister from the Pink Elephant Cards...things like "Does your shirt shop stock short socks with spots?" If you screwed up, as I was prone to do, you had to take a drink. And repeat until you got it right.
The game was an aid to getting drunk.
What made us all laugh, though, was the final warning in the instructions which stated: NOT INTENDED FOR USE WITH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES.
Well, we all started playing. I admit that I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the game. My position relative to the three women I was playing with took care of that. Because they were all seated on the couch or the chair, and I the ground, I was basically looking right at their crotches – if I cared to – which I did.
The three of them sat, each enticing in their own way, in a range of relaxed poses. Sarah sat, her legs apart, and elbows on her knees. Her cutoffs were fairly loose the way she was sitting. Her freckled thighs were smooth to the glance and led, temptingly, to the crotch of her pants. I could see the light colour of her panties, which, I though, were either very high cut or thongs. The crease where her leg met her underwear was tempting as one might imagine, her looks cutoffs cut too short to offer any protection. I couldn't help to think what it would be like to slowly slide my hand up there – feeling her heat as I neared her swollen lips. Lightly touching the cotton holding in her lips. Feeling the dampness...oh sorry...you're all more interested in hearing about the game than my fantasies.
Ondrea was actually kneeling on the edge of the couch. Her knees, curled under her, actually pushed her pelvis more forward than I'd have though, and the bulge of her pubis was evident. Each time she rolled and I shifted my gaze to her (I didn't want to get caught staring at any one person!) I looked toward the crease in here shorts. To me it looked to be recessed slightly, trapped between her labia, beckoning to me...ready to trap my tongue in her folds much as a black hole would trap a thrusting rocket of ...oh right the game. Well, at this stage it was Karin's turn. She had been sitting on the edge of the couch, her feet on the ground, but carefully keeping her legs together. Well, at least she had been before her third beer during the game. At that stage, they'd slowly started to part, and this provided me with an increasingly open (pun intended) view of her beautiful, lightly furred pussy. I couldn't help but appreciate the fact that her lips, puffy and slightly damp were opening up like a flower. That I knew she knew, inside, what she was doing to me and probably enjoying every minute of it.
My eyes moved around the group, trying to glance at their faces as much as the rest of them – which was probably a lost battle. I couldn't help but notice Sarah's eyes as she noticed Karin's display, and was relieved she didn't say anything. It was probably my imagination, but Sarah's legs were a bit wider apart after that, and her panties started to look a bit wetter, and a bit pinker...were they becoming more sheer perhaps?
We went around the board many times, and before we knew it, we were all three sheets to the wind.
The girls did shift positions now and then...I wasn't always treated to such enticing views. Karin wasn't always bared to me, nor was Sarah. I could, though, have, with the help of a sketch artist recreated perfectly, the beautiful views that had entranced me. Ondrea did, for a while sit on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and her bathing suit most definitely was wrapped around her lips, defining them quite well for the desperate glances I shot their way...er that should be her way. Her shirt had remained unbuttoned this whole time too, here proud nipples remaining defined and on display through her bikini top. I had nothing to complain about her way either.
It may seem that this beautiful dreamlike situation lasted for hours...but it was more like an hour. By that time, we'd all lost track of the game, couldn't say a tongue twister if our lives depended on it, and were more interested in the sound of the dice hitting the table than actually moving the pieces.
I can't remember who it was, but someone suggested we try another game, and we all agreed. Sarah laughingly tried to put this one away, but for some reason the lid wouldn't fit. It probably had something to do with her forgetting to close the board before trying to fit it into the box. We just put it aside and left it while trying to decide what game to play next.
Alas it wasn't strip poker as many of you would expect.
We tried playing Clue. Well, nothing much exciting there, but I was treated to more amazing views.
As you might imaging, I had been harder than steel for most of this time. I just sat there cross legged, my cock held tightly against my leg by my shorts. If any of the girls cared to look (and I hope they did), they'd have seen it clearly outlined by the cotton fabric.
Clue wasn't that exciting, as I said, though I'll point out one nice thing about having Ondrea concentrate while drink and wearing tight clothes. At one point, while trying to see her cards through what must have been blurry vision, she absentmindedly was stroking here breast with her free hand. Her nipples were fully distended, and it was her left nipple on which this hand concentrated. Her index and middle fingers were slowly tracing around the nipple in a clockwise motion which would change ever few seconds to counterclockwise. It probably took her 30 seconds to decide what to do...but it was a good 30 seconds for me.
At one point, Karin slurred out a query to all asking the time. "Just after one AM" reported Ondrea, to which Karin laughed, "Time to get you changed then isn't it...er I mean, us to all get changed and ready for bed isn't it."
I think Ondrea both went pale and blushed at the same time as she realized that it was technically the next day and that she'd lost the first part of her bet with Karin. Sarah looked curiously at both of them, and just shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her beer. Karin stood first and reached out a hand to each of the girls, straddling the corner of the table. She was leaning over quite a bit, and I could see her lips parted, and just about came right then and there. She pulled the two of them to their feet and they traipsed off to one of the bedrooms to get changed.
I just laid back on the ground....and closed my eyes.
Images from the day ran through my head...Sarah's frequent temptations and glimpses of her flesh hidden, yet so available. Ondrea's similar exposures. Karin's definite exposures. My own exposure earlier. That alone kept me hard, and getting harder.
I considered the bet between Karin and Ondrea. For each day Karin went without underwear, she got to dress Ondrea for the next day. Sarah must be aware of the bet by now. She seen that Karin was without underwear under her skirt and also under her translucent shirt. Likewise they'd had a good discussion after Sarah first noticed.
I listened carefully to the bumps and noises coming from the bedroom. I could here a bit, but not much. After a minute or two I carefully got up and moved toward the room.
