It was Saturday. I was over at the girlfriend's place, she shared with two other girls. All of us were students, and, surprise, surprise, we didn't have the price of a bottle of wine between us. Cath was so broke she'd just done her first session as a life model, nude in front of 20 strangers, and it wasn't a big town, so they weren't all strangers. Lucy and Sue, the other two girls, had their boyfriends coming over.
Keith was on his motorbike, leathers and all, Colin had walked from his house down the street.All six had hoped somebody would have brought a bottle, but we were all broke. Well, I guess spinning the bottle is out, then, I said to clear the gloom.
Anybody for strip poker, asked Cath. Sue and Lucy looked at each other, and glared at her. Don't you two start, you said Thursday sounded great, you'd love to try it sometime.
Try what? Keith. Oh, Cath bared all Thursday for the art school, you must be the only person in the place who doesn't know. Sounds good to me, said Keith. You in? Sue and Lucy looked at each other. Colin? All the way? All the way, every stitch! OK, if the girls will I will. Sue looked at Lucy, her face scarlet in her long blonde hair. She nodded at Sue, and Sue looked at me. You in, Bob? she almost willed me to say no.Yeah, but I bet you chicken out.
Where's the cards?
Oh shoot, I threw them out. Cath came to the rescue, and came downstairs from her room with a brand new deck. This needs to be fair, guys. You're wearing shoes and socks, jeans, pants and a shirt, thats 7 things. I'm in my pants, bra and dress, just 3. Lucy, as always, was barefoot. OK, so we all get down to 3 items. Keith was left already in just his socks, pants and shirt.
The first hand went out, all folded so the dealer won.So how do we do this, guys. Nobody lost anything. Stake one item on each hand, then fold or raise? Nods from all, Sue's face beginning to show the strain, it was dawning on her that she was likely to be starkers, she'd never played poker before, or even been on a topless beach.
Sure enough, she didn't win. Losing her dress to start with was tough, but at the second deal she was going to lose her pants or bra. Suppose I win, and you've already seen my tits? she said. OK, we put in stakes on folding, was the suggestion. I was dealing this hand, she was the first to get her cards. We're all in the same boat, Sue.
Cath won that hand, cursing her luck.Nobody had raised, she thought her hand was worth a flash at least, sitting between Keith and Colin in just their pants a flash was not going to be far away. Lucy slipped quietly out of her pants to my right, slinging them across the table onto Colin's head. Sue slipped her arms out of her bra, and pulled down the cups. Off, Princess, off.
Off, off, off, everyone clapped. She was blushing all the way to her toes. She undid the bra and let it fall, unable to raise her eyes to meet ours. Her boobs were beautiful, round and pink, nipples proud to be liberated, whatever she herself thought.
Next hand, Cath won again. We were rotating the deal, so it was Keith who was first to get off his last piece of protection. Pale, reddish brown hair, his dick was at half mast. He stood up, to lose and pass over his pants to Cath, still in pants and bra, and smiling from ear to ear.
Next was Lucy's bra,also slung straight at the trembling Colin. She didn't want to stand up, but did so. Her pale skin was glowing pink, her toenails neatly painted red to make sure that six male eyes focused all the way down her beautiful body.
I stepped back from the table and dropped my trousers, glad of my underpants.
