Sharon didn't really know when she realised what she had was special. From an early age she'd always been able to figure out what people were thinking. Nothing special you might think. Anyone can do that by looking at body language, that sort of thing. Most people can be fairly accurate with the gauging, others are totally blind to the obvious. Sharon, on the other hand, was 100% accurate. Not long after she hit puberty she began to realise when boys were lusting after her. She'd been fairly early to hit puberty, probably the first girl in her year to need a bra, and went on to a full 36C, so guys always tended to be interested in her. She'd enjoyed those early years, teasing the guys with a little bit of flesh, flirting often, kissing sometimes, but never letting anyone get a good look. She drove the boys wild, and she knew it, but she also knew that they were only interested in body, not in herself. Only when she was about 18 did she realise she had a form of telepathy, ESP or whatever you want to call it. She'd been at sleep-over with some close friends from college, and one of the girls suggested they play strip-poker. Sharon was the only one of the group who'd never played before, and after a couple of test rounds she reckoned she'd got the hang of the game.
After a couple of rounds her gift really came into its own. She could tell what hand the other players had got. Not like looking through the cards, she could just tell how bad their hands were. All of which helped her to bluff. She was several rounds into the game before she realised that the others were getting disgruntled.
How the hell did she get to be so good? Was she hustling us? Man, this ain't fair, most of us are down to our undies and she ain't even lost a single item of clothing!
Her head jerked up, rapidly.
That was the first time she'd heard clearly what someone was thinking. "How did I do that?" she thought to herself. Taking a hint she lost a few rounds in a go, making a joke about how the beginners luck was running out, fairly soon though everyone was down to their undies, the unspoken rule seemed to be that that was the stopping point, strangely. The group were a bit to conservative to go all the way, but the copious amounts of alcohol that was being guzzled seemed to be loosening people up.
Wow... I wonder what her tits are like without the bra.... there so big. Are they firm? Man.. what I would give to fondle those.
Blood rushed to her face. She was sitting there eavesdropping on someone else's erotic thoughts. Jane's from the feel of the direction. Strangely it turned her on too, she'd never been interested in women in that way, but it gave her an idea.
"I know... we could make this a bit more interesting, make this proper strip poker.. We could take this two stages further. If you lose the next round, off with everything. Once people have lost all their clothing, then if they lose another round they'll have to submit to a dare" she suggested.
