This is a series of vignettes describing the experiences of four friends. The four met in college when all pledged the same sorority. While each has their distinct personalities, they easily became fast friends as they discovered their same sense of fun and adventure. Another thing the four had in common was their insatiable appetite for sex.
Amy looked like the typical blonde California beach girl. She was 5'8", 125 pounds with a bikini model 36c-24-34 body. Of the four girls Amy was the one with attitude. She was into sports and often played with the guys. She could kick their butts and enjoyed doing it. Her competitive streak probably came about growing up with an older brother and two younger stepbrothers. Her parents had divorced and her mom had remarried a man with the two boys who became her stepbrothers. They are a family of modest means, but it was a happy household. She was quite athletic since brothers would often engage her in their games whenever they needed a fourth whether it was playing golf, tennis, shooting pool, or 2 on 2 basketball games in the driveway. Amy knew she was beautiful and loved to flaunt it at times. She could be quite intimidating and often found it amusing how guys would turn to jelly around her.
Cheryl is a brunette beauty who came to school from the east coast. She had a smoldering kind of good looks especially when contrasted with her three blonde friends. She was 5'5" tall and weighed about 115 pounds. She grew up in a family of means so she was used to the finer things in life though her parents made sure that she didn't get spoiled by the trappings of wealth. She can get snobby with people she thought were inferiors. Cheryl was the youngest sibling of three girls.
Tiffany came from the Midwest. Tiffany was a willowy strawberry blonde with an angelic face. She stood at 5'6" tall, very slim, 110 pounds, and blue eyes that were usually downcast so as not to draw attention to her. Her conservative parents heavily influenced her behavior. They weren't religious per se, though they believed in a rigid moral code. Her father was the disciplinarian of the household and her mother deferred to him in just about all matters of consequence. As happens sometimes to someone who grows up in an environment of sexual repression, they act out in extreme ways. Tiffany was one of these cases. She has a younger brother who she often despised because he was always such a goody goody, never getting into trouble and always doing as their parents wanted. Tiffany would seem docile, even shy to the unobservant. But boiling under the surface was a cauldron of sexual desire. While in high school there were several acts of rebellion, but her desires would really be unleashed in college without the strict watchful eyes and harsh discipline of her father to keep her in line.
Suzy was a cheerleader and looked every bit the part. She was cute, petite, blonde, and perky. Suzy was all of 5'1" and weighed 100 pounds all wet. As petite as she was she had a decent sized rack, which measured 32b and looked even bigger, given her small frame. She has a brother who is two years older that she adored and looked up to. Her parents were typical middle class and allowed her enough freedom without being overly permissive either. She liked everyone to think of her as a "good girl" but she was not adverse to some sexual adventurism especially when she knew it would be discreet and not found out by friends or classmates. Suzy loved to be the center of attention and was always out on the social scene.
Four Friends: Amy's Night at the Biker Bar
The four friends were getting tired of always going to the same old campus bars and frat parties each weekend. Especially with it being summer break, the choice of parties to go to was scarce. And the bars would be filled with the same people they saw all the time. Suzy suggested that they go "slumming" at a blue-collar "townie" bar on the edge of town. She thought it might be amusing to tease some blue-collar type guys instead of always flirting with the college boys. That Friday night they met at Cheryl's dorm room and had a few drinks before piling into two cars. From past experience they knew sometimes one person might want to go home early or shack up with a guy so this way the rest could still stay out.
They got to the bar relatively early. It was somewhat run-down and at one time was probably a small home that got converted into a bar. It wasn't a bad neighborhood by any stretch, just more lower class than what the girls were used to. It would have been hard to tell it was a bar except for the neon beer signs hanging in the painted over windows. Amy was hesitant about going through with it but didn't want to be the one to chicken out.
If the outside looked foreboding the interior didn't look much better. Since it was early there were only a few patrons sitting up at the bar. A jukebox was playing some country and western songs while a couple of guys shot pool in the back room of the bar. All eyes turned to the college girls when they walked in. It was easy to find an empty table and the girls sat down and ordered several pitchers of beer from the black bar tender.
Amy felt very sexy in her white tank dress. The dress fit her form quite closely and showed off her tan shoulders and a bit of cleavage. It was also on the short side and her matching white heels made her legs look even longer than usual.
More people started coming in and the girls got more comfortable, even to the point of chatting it up with some guys at the bar. Amy wandered to the back room and sat down at a bar stool along the wall to watch a couple of construction workers play pool. After one of the guys sank the eight ball the other turned to her and asked if she wanted to play. Without something better to do she said, sure. She was a very good pool player and grew up playing against her brothers in the basement. Amy went to the rack and selected a cue that felt comfortable. Familiar with pool etiquette she put in her quarters and racked up the billiard balls in the triangle.
The guy she was playing her asked if she wanted to play for anything. She asked what did he normally play for. He said $5 and a shot to the winner was pretty typical. She said it was fine. Amy was a bit self-conscious at first bending over the pool table with her short skirt. She was sure she caught the guy trying to get a peek. On the one hand she didn't want to look like a slut with her ass hanging out to be ogled, yet she did enjoy thinking it was turning the guys on trying to get a glimpse under her dress. She checked herself to make sure her dress was covering just enough and proceeded to focus on the game at hand.
Her opponent was a bit surprised when he saw her make a couple of shots in a row. He chalked it up to dumb luck thinking a pretty girl like this wouldn't know how to really play. He knew a few girls who could play but they were all biker dykes who were more man than woman by their appearances. After a couple of more shots he found himself watching as Amy calmly sank the eight ball. She looked up with a smile and said, "Well it looks like you owe me a shot and $5."
The pool player wasn't too upset. He figured at least he had been able to watch her hot little body for the last 10 minutes and even saw quite a bit whenever she bent over to shoot. He came back from the bar with her drinks as well as a round for himself. By the time he got back another challenger had stepped up to take his place.
This challenger was dispatched fairly quickly as well. Amy was also getting more confident with her play. She even started talking some trash, boldly asking for the next challenger and taunting him by saying, "I hope you have more to show me than the rest of these losers."
At first the hot chick beating them amused the guys watching. But after a few more games their amusement turned to some resentment as she was really showing them up. Amy was having so much fun that when her friends came by to leave she told them to go on ahead, she hadn't taken all the money from the guys yet. She had even goaded a couple of guys into betting $10. They were none too happy when they went down in defeat as well. This went on for a while and the bar cleared out quite a bit as it started to get late. Soon there was just Amy and about half a dozen guys left in the bar along with the bartender.
A rather gruff looking and overweight biker was watching all the action and calmly waited his turn. When it was his turn to play she cockily asked him how much he planned to lose to her. He smiled and said, "How about we make this a lot more interesting. Let's make it for $50."
Amy was a bit unsure about this, as it was quite a big jump from the current stakes. She did a quick calculation in her head, which was getting a bit tougher considering all the shots she had by now. She'd already won more than that so she figured why not. So she said you're on.
Amy had the game won, but she got a bit careless with her last shot and accidentally scratched on the eight ball. This made her quite mad to lose her first game and have to pay up everything she had taken all evening to make. She paid up and got the biker his shot. No one really seemed to want to step up and challenge the biker. Between the looks and the stakes they were all a bit intimidated over playing him. Amy was going to leave as well but the biker challenged her to another game.
"Sure sucks to lose the way you did. Come on, how about another game for another $50?" the biker asked.
Amy hesitated. Maybe it was the way he made the challenge but she really wanted to beat him. She should have too except for that last shot which she would normally never miss like that. All the tequila shots must have made her a little wobbly and she would have to focus more not to let that happen. Another problem was that she didn't have another $50 on her. "I don't have that much money so I can't."
"Aw, come on. I bet we can find something of equivalent value."
"What do you have in mind?" Something in Amy's mind should have alerted her to the danger but at the moment she was only thinking of getting even.
"Let's see. You've been teasing all the boys all night bending over that pool table. Everyone's been hoping to get a glimpse at your panties but you've been able to hide it from us so far. So if you win I'll pay you $50. If you lose I get your panties." The biker still had that smirk on his face as if daring her to take the challenge.
All eyes were on her now as the guys all wanted to see what she would do. Amy nervously thought about it. Even in her buzz she realized she might have a loophole. He said she had to give him her panties but he didn't say how she would have to give them up. She could possibly go take them off in the bathroom or even if she had to remove them in front of everyone she could reach under her dress and take them off without even showing anything. Of course she would take the bet. What was a $5 pair of panties compared to the $50 she could possibly win? Sure it might be a bit embarrassing if she lost but no one would see anything anyway.
The room seemed extremely quiet despite the jukebox playing in the front. Both players said little besides calling out their shots. The game was close but Amy was left with a difficult back to win the game. She calmly visualized the shot and banked it in.
A groan went out from the half a dozen or so guys watching. Amy gave a sigh of relief and waited for the biker to bring her shot back as well as her money. She downed the shot and was glad that no one noticed her hand shaking as she put the shot glass back down on the table.
Amy was about to leave when the biker made another challenge. "We've each won a game so we have to do a best out of three." He added a teaser, "Unless you're chicken of course."
Amy shot him an angry look. "Chicken? Why? I should have kicked your ass both games. You got lucky in the first one." "Then you wouldn't mind if we upped the stakes a bit more. Say $200?"
"You know I don't have that much. You put up the $200 and I'll put up $50 and my panties again."
"Well that doesn't seem fair. Your panties were only worth $50 last time. Why should it be worth $150 this time? How about if I find something to even the stakes a bit?"
