Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
My friends and I were having a girls' night. It was my first slumber party. As you may have noticed, sharing makeup tips and talking about boys is not really my idea of a good time. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a lesbian. I just don't enjoy pretending to be shallow just to live up to the image people have of beautiful women—is it presumptuous of me to refer to myself as beautiful? Well, I don't really care even if it is.
Thankfully, my friends were not the ditsy, shallow type either. However, that didn't mean they were ugly. In fact, I'd had a crush on one of them for the past few years, but the fact she had a husband kept me from acting upon those feelings—at least in real life.
We spent the night playing poker. Strip poker. Yes, it was my idea—what, can't a girl enjoy the occasional cliché? Plus, I was really hoping my friend—the one I have a crush on—would suck at poker.
Most of my friends had at least a few beers in their system and figuring out when they were bluffing was as easy as staring at them until they started giggling. The only other member of our party that didn't drink was the girl I had a crush on—for the purposes of this story, let's call her Candy.
Candy was a great poker player. In less than an hour, three of our friends were out of the game—we had agreed to limit our removal of clothes to everything but underwear—yet she still had all her clothes on. So did I.
We kept playing for a few more minutes before our fourth and final friend was out. It was now down to Candy and me. I was determined to win. Not because I truly cared about victory, but because I couldn't wait to see the rest of Candy's body. All I had to do was win one hand—only a dress stood between me and her underwear—and I would be crowned victor.
One of our friends dealt the cards. I got a great hand. And it only got better as the game progressed. By the time I was forced to show my cards, I was confident I would win. Candy was the first to reveal her cards. She had a full house. My friends cheered, but I refused to let it bother me.
I paused before showing my hand. When I finally did, all of my friends gasped. In my hand stood four twos. It was the best hand of the night and blew my rival's accomplishment out of the water. I had won.
I watched in anticipation as Candy stood up and removed her dress. My arousal level started to rise as more and more of her flawless body was revealed. By the time the garment had left her body entirely, I couldn't resist the fantasy growing within me. I only had a few seconds to study my friend's gorgeous body before reality began to fade.
As soon as the fantasy started, I threw caution to the wind and made my move. Well, it was actually a proposition.
"Want to keep playing?" I asked. Candy seemed confused.
"But I lost," she pointed out, nodding to her dress, which now stood in a heap on the floor.
"I know," I explained, "But we could keep going until..." I paused for effect. "...we're naked."
Candy was shocked.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you afraid?"
This resulted in an outburst of laughter from the rest of my friends.
Candy considered my proposition for a moment before answering.
"All right," she agreed, "but for this to be fair, you have to be in your underwear too."
I struggled not to smile. She was playing right into my hand.
"All right," I agreed. I stood up and removed my clothes, leaving nothing but my underwear—thank god I had altered my usual behavior and chosen to wear underwear.
"Pass the cards," I told my friend with the deck as I took a seat opposite from Candy.
We established the rules of the game and the cards were dealt. I lost the first hand and was forced to remove my bra. I didn't care about being topless in front of my friends—after all, this was only a fantasy—but I knew I couldn't afford to lose another hand or else my plan would come crashing down around me.
Candy lost the next hand. Her breasts were perfect. Big enough to satisfy any living being, be they male or female, yet as perky as a nubile teenager's.
It was now a tie. Whoever lost the next hand would be forced to admit defeat and part with their final piece of clothing; their panties. I didn't care about winning. All that mattered to me was seeing Candy in her natural state.
The pounding of my heart was all I could hear as my friend passed the cards. At first glance, my hand was terrible. But upon closer scrutiny, I realized that was not quite true. I had a three, a four, a five, a seven of spades and a jack of hearts. If I could get my hands on a six of spades, I would have a straight flush. The odds of that happening were slim, but it was my only shot, so I took it. The first card I picked was an ace of diamonds. The second a four of hearts. The third card would mean the difference between victory and defeat. It was with a shaking hand that I reached out and took my card.
I dared not look at it. I kept it face-down until Candy revealed her cards. Another full house. Unless the card I had picked was a six of spades, I would never see Candy's flawless body in its entirety.
"This is it I thought," as I flipped the card. My jaw dropped open when I laid eyes on the very card I had been praying for. A six of spades.
