"How about we play something different, this is getting kinda old," Oscar said, racking his pool cue as Sam sank the black ball yet again.
"Aww sick of losing?" Sam teased. "What else did you think you might want to lose at?"
"Geez, you guys are so damned competitive!" laughed Amber.
"US?" asked Sam incredulously, "What about you, miss "ooooooh don't miss that easy shot, talking all the time; going to put you off your game!"
Amber laughed, "So, what are we going to play then?"
"I dunno, something other than pool," Oscar said.
"Cards?" Sam suggested.
"What about a bit more pool ... strip pool?" Amber asked, surprising herself at how forward she was being, her pussy tingling at simply having suggested the game.
"What?!" Oscar started.
"Are you serious?" Sam asked, his eyes travelling up and down Amber's body, drinking in the way that her white tank top clung to her lithe frame, her pert breasts pressed against the fabric, the outline of her bra clearly visible through it. He surveyed the curve of her hip, her knee length fawn skirt sitting upon it deliciously, her sleek legs emerging from beneath it.
"Would I have even suggested it if I wasn't?" Amber asked, surveying Sam in return. She loved the way his jeans hugged his arse and she was sure that there was a bit of swelling in the cock area since she'd last looked. She longed to see the muscles that he was barely concealing beneath his black muscle shirt and the thought of his pecs all sweaty didn't help to contain the reaction her pussy was having. She turned to check out Oscar, knowing that his mind, like Sam's was now focussed on wondering what she would look like naked.
He looked awesome in his dark blue casual shirt and tan cargo pants. The curve of his calf turned her on, especially as he'd started waxing his legs since he'd started the cycling. "How nice would it be to have her own leg rubbing up against his", she thought to herself. She wondered how big his cock was as her eyes travelled back up to meet his, which she realised had been returning the favour.
"What the hell, the odds aren't exactly what I'd favour, but for a chance to see your stunning bod nekkid, I'm in," Sam laughed.
"Yeah, it would be better if there was another chick here to even the numbers out," lamented Oscar, "but at least the one that is here is drop dead gorgeous. I'm in. So what are the rules?" he asked.
"Well, its like this," Amber told the two guys, "We each take two of the Kelli-pool balls from the container. Then, whenever one of your balls is potted, you have to take off an item of clothing. The person with one of their balls left on the table last then gets to nominate one of the others to take of another item of clothing. So the most you can lose each game is 3 bits of clothing and the least is 1. Other than that, its just like kelli pool. Simple enough for you two is it?"
"I think that I can work with that," Sam answered.
"Yeah, though it seems mean to have to make you strip off so quickly," laughed Oscar
"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see who it is that does all the losing of the clothes, won't we?" Amber retorted, bending to pull the balls out of the tray that they all ended up in, knowing that the two guys were now checking out her butt as she bent over. She pulled the balls from the tray and started racking them in the triangle, commenting that she liked handling the balls, almost as much as she liked having the cue glide through her hands.
Both of the guys laughed, their cocks swelling at the obvious reference that Amber was making. While Amber racked the balls, Oscar grabbed the container with all the numbers in it and shook it, asking who was going to draw first.
"We should let Amber go first seeing that we out number her," Sam offered.
"Hey doesn't worry me, we'll all know that two balls are ours and the rest are maybe someone else's. Then again, I'm the only one that has to get used to having two balls of their own, so I will go first." She took the container from Oscar and tipped it up so that she could retrieve two of the small numbered balls. She looked at them to see which numbers she had. 4 and 6. Then she passed the container back to Oscar who selected the numbers 15 and 3.
On his turn, Sam pulled out 12 and 11. They each put the little balls face down on a ledge out of the way of the game and started to discuss who would break. In the end they settled for rock paper scissors and Oscar came up trumps, winning the break.
"Lucky you won something today," laughed Sam, upping the stakes from the start.
"Yeah, well we'll see whose arse gets bared first around here," Oscar retorted. He addressed the white ball at the top of the table and ran the cue through the vee formed with his thumb and forefinger, sending the ball crashing into the formation at the far end of the table. All three of them watched anxiously as the balls ricocheted off of each other and the cushions. Clunk. One ball dropped. Three sets of eyes scanned the table to try and determine which it was.
Amber moved to the tray where the ball would end up, listening to the passage of the ball through the table's inner workings.
"Fourteen," she called happily, knowing it wasn't hers and hoping that she'd get to see something come off one of the guys straight away.
"Not me," Sam said.
"Me either," replied Oscar.
"Poo," Amber said, laughing as Oscar lined up another shot, this time on the nine. They watched him take his shot, but it just missed the corner pocket, rebounding slightly to the left. Sam then lined up his shot, the 8 firmly in his sights from where the white ball had finished up. It dropped into the side pocket. He looked quizzically at his opponents, wondering. They both gave negative responses and he moved to line up the next ball, which happened to be the three. He dropped that one as well and Oscar moaned.
"Dude, I thought you wanted to get Amber naked, not me!"
"Yeah well obviously if I had a choice ..." Oscar kicked off one of his thongs.
"Right, one down, lots to go," he laughed. Amber called that one thong was a rip-off but quickly relented when she realised that that same tactic might be the only thing that kept her clothes on long enough to get the guy's clothes off.
Sam lined up a shot on the four and missed. Amber felt her heart race as she watched the ball miss the side pocket, relieved that she hadn't had to start with the disrobing at this point. She surveyed the table, wondering which ball she should target. The 6 was in quite a good position, but she wasn't about to drop her won balls, so she lined up the one instead.
"Yay!" she called out as she dropped it into the corner pocket, only to discover that it didn't belong to either of the guys. She missed her next shot on the 13.
Oscar took the cue from her and moved around to the other side of the table. Amber sighed, seeing that the 6 was in quite a good spot for him to have a go at. There were some easier shots, but he liked the look of the six, telling Sam that he had a feeling that as Amber had left it alone, that it must be her ball. He missed, but the ball stopped within an easy shot of dropping into the pocket.
"Hmm, what to do, sink the six or go for something else?" Sam, pondered aloud, watching for a sign of reaction from Amber to give away whether it was her ball or not. She kept her head though and he was left with no clue. "What the hell, I'll sink it just in case, after all, its not mine and I doubt it's Oscars. At least I don't have to get him any more nude than I have to! He sank the ball and Amber kicked off her thong quickly to the side of the room next to Oscars.
"I think we need to get him Oscar," she said as Sam lined up his next shot. Sam laughed and quietly lined up a shot on the 10. He missed.
Amber picked the cue up and again cast her eye over the options. There was the 12. Surely she could put that in. She ran the cue through her hand and watched as the white ball kissed the 12 on the perfect spot and sent it rolling into the pocket. Sam cursed and Amber and Oscar cheered as he bent to pull off one of his sneakers.
"Aww man, you've got the most clothes on!" Amber stated as she quickly did a count of what people were likely to be wearing.
"What a shame," Sam replied, laughing. Amber looked over the table and took another shot, this time dropping the 11 nicely into a pocket.
"That sucks!" Sam said, removing his other shoe to hoots and hollers from Oscar and Amber. Amber thought about what to go for next and decided to try and play some mind games. She lined up the four, her one remaining ball and deliberately missed (a little relieved that she hadn't put it in by mistake).
Oscar took the cue from her and perused his options, deciding to go for the seven which he put in. Amber shook her head and Oscar lined up the 13. He missed. Amber on her turn spotted the 15 laying just near a pocket and put it away. Oscar groaned and kicked off his other thong.
"Woohoo!" Amber yelled," Now I get to make one of you take of extra clothes! The question is, do I use it to even Sam up, or do I Just work on getting Ossie nekkid?" She hesitated, looking from one to the other, wondering which way to go. "I reckon that we should work towards freeing willy Oscar, get something off!" Oscar started to undo the buttons on his shirt, and Amber casually watched, her eyes drinking in the sight of his chest as it gradually appeared with each button that was released. Eventually, he tossed his shirt aside, standing in only his shorts now. Amber surveyed the curves of his pecs and biceps, her insides going gooey at the thought of how they would look as he held himself over her and pounded his cock inside her. Well if things went the way that she planned, she'd find out soon enough.
"Rack em up Sam," Oscar called, breaking her reverie. Sam grabbed the balls and did exactly that as Amber grabbed the ball container and put all of their numbers back in ready for another round.
Amber lined up to break, working on the theory that given that she'd not missed at the end of the last game that she should get another go when the next game started. She slammed the white ball into the triangular formation, sending balls cascading about the table.
"Holy crap! Three in!" Oscar said, "Nice break, Amber." Amber smiled and all threee of them turned to see what the balls were that had dropped in.
"10, 12 and 6!" Sam said, straightening to look at his two competitors.
"Shit, 6 and 12 were both mine!" Amber said, kicking off her remaining thong.
"Well things are about to get interesting," Oscar said, winking at Amber. "What's coming off next, Ams? Skirt or top?"
Amber pondered her choices and then said smirking, "Neither". She wiggled her hands inside her skirt and shimmied her butt about a bit before pulling her skirt up at the back (where she knew the boys couldn't see) and slid her panties down her legs. She grabbed her white panties and put them aside, noting that the crotch was damp from her excitement. Her pussy was tingling and alive with the breath of air that she now felt between her legs under her skirt.
