It was Friday evening at the end of an unusually long week. I dropped into the local watering hole to grab a beer and unwind. The place was buzzing with conversation, music and laughter. I grabbed a small table near the window, nursed my first beer and enjoyed the view of the sunset. The weekend had arrived and people were there to celebrate. I was there to move into it quietly, others were there celebrating with friends, and two women half way across the room were there to make memories. It was clear the two were playing some kind of drinking game and had been at it for a while. Whatever it entailed, each round ended with laughter and someone throwing back a shot of single malt Scotch. It wasn't only their activity and laughter that attracted my attention. Both women looked around 30 years old, fit and stunningly attractive.
It didn't hurt that they were dressed to kill. The first was a petite blond, around 5'2", shoulder length hair with big blue eyes. She wore a sheer blue top over one shoulder. The blouse covered her perky tits and stopped a few inches above her navel. She had a barely legal black mini skirt with tan legs that led to black 2½ inch high heels. Her friend was slender 5'7", Hispanic-Caucasian blend with long black hair, big brown eyes and a knockout smile. She wore a white cotton sleeveless button shirt that tied just below her ample 36 DD breasts. She left the top half of her buttons unbuttoned, giving a generous view of her cleavage for anyone who cared to enjoy the view. Her white shirt and brown skin were accented by a short red and black leather skirt with matching red 2 inch heels. Neither wore a bra. Both women were a sight for any eyes, and knew it. I enjoyed the view of the sunset. No one could blame me for the occasional turn to enjoy the view of these two as they partied across the room.
I was caught by surprise in one of these glances seeing both of them looking in my direction. They smiled. I smiled before turning my gaze back to the last rays of light on the horizon, feeling a little embarrassed. Before I knew it, I heard a sultry voice over my left shoulder. "Hi. My name is Rosa." I turned and found my face three inches from erect nipples pushing through her white shirt as she stood next to my chair. I looked up and was greeted by her warm smile.
"Hi. I'm Carl," I said confidently, working to reclaim my composure. "Would you like to have a seat?"
"Thank you." She sat down in the chair next to mine and crossed her legs. "My friend Candace and I are celebrating tonight and playing a little game."
"What are you celebrating?" I asked.
"My birthday," she said maintaining her sultry voice.
"Well happy birthday Rosa!" I said with a smile. "So, you are playing a little birthday game?"
"It is a silly bar game we made up years ago with five card draw. We call it 'peanuts.'"
"Sounds interesting," I said. "How do you play?"
"We each start with ten peanuts to bet. If you win a hand, you keep your peanuts. If you lose, you eat what you bet. It's really more about losing peanuts than it is winning them. The first one to lose all their peanuts has to drink a shot and do anything the other person says. It's usually something embarrassing."
"And why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"Candace just won," she said looking back at her friend then back at me.
"You just lost your peanuts," I corrected with a smile.
Rosa's face blushed. "We are very competitive. Candace saw you sitting here and is feeling pretty bold. She has no mercy. I think it is the alcohol. We have never done anything like this before. She told me I had to come over and do whatever I needed to have you let me give you a kiss." She paused, reading the look of surprise on my face. "Really, I had no choice."
"What if you don't get the kiss?" I asked.
"That's not an option," Rosa answered quickly. "We have never not done what the winner has said. If I don't, she will win, and I will never hear the end of it."
"Well," I said with a smile. "We can't have that."
"So, you don't mind?"
"Not at all," I said, "glad to help you out."
Rosa smiled as she uncrossed her legs and kept her eyes locked on mine. She stood up, bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her blouse fell open allowing a full vista of her large round tits. "Thank you Carl," she whispered as she stood back up and turned to walk back to her table victorious. Her tight skirt had climbed when she bent over. She left it high as she moved her ass for my enjoyment on her return.
I smiled at Candace who looked a little surprised at Rosa's boldness and success.
I was glad for the kiss and ordered another beer. Twenty minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. Candace kept it there as she took another step to stand next to me.
"You must be Candace," I said.
"You must be Carl," she answered, clearly a little tipsy.
"So how is your game of peanuts going?"
"Not as well at the moment."
"I see."
"We have never taken it to this level before. I think it turned a nasty corner when I sent Rosa over here. Now I am paying for it. "
"So she got your peanuts and there is no turning back huh?"
"No way am I going to let her have the last word. It's not over. She is going to pay for this dearly."
"Sounds interesting," I said. "So, how is the birthday girl answering what you started?"
"She wants me to sit on your lap and give you a big kiss."
"Whoa," I said. "This is getting bold. I don't even know you two," I said pretending.
"Oh please Carl. I can't believe I am asking you this, being a complete stranger. She has totally embarrassed me by sending me over here to ask this. I can't go back there in defeat after she came back so cocky. I can't let her win. She will never let me live it down."
We both turned and looked over at Rosa. She smiled back with a look of self-satisfied victory. "Please," she begged. "What would it take?"
"You sound confident and eager."
"Anything," she said. "I want to get her back, but can't unless I go through with this."
"I tell you what," I offered. "I will play your little game on one condition."
