Their lips touched. Kristen kissed back a little. It was tender and warm. The two just shared each other. Appreciated each other. It might have been the least adventurous kiss of the night so far. It also might have been the hottest.
Emma enthusiastically pressed her mouth to Kristen’s. Kristen tentatively tasted back. It was an honest kiss. Ashley may have been kidding around, but it really was love. They pulled away, both a little starry eyed.
“Wow,” Ashley said.
“See, not so bad,” Sam said.
Kristen just smiled dreamily. But she stopped betting kisses.
*
Some things, sadly, did not change. My cards were still flat out horrible, unplayable, shitty shitty shit. Sam just kept on winning. And the girls were out of socks.
The round after the girl-on-girl extravaganza began with Emma giving Sam a full on, full tongue kiss along with a little harmless groping. It was weird watching my little sister get it on with my best friend. I was crushed between really super creeped out and really super jealous.
The next hand I looked down at a nine, my second-highest card of the night. I decided to start pushing my luck. I was near last to act. I already knew I’d be kissing Sam or my sister if I lost, so no kissing for me. I was out of socks, so I bet my shirt. If I beat Sam, I could always just order him to kiss Kate, if anything just because I felt bad for her. Or he’d kiss me on the cheek. Whatever. No big deal.
Sam turned over a King. Of course.
I handed my shirt over.
“You can give that thing a big ol’ sniff if you like,” I said.
“Nah,” Sam said.
He gave the shirt to Kristen, which I think was his little way of trying to help me out.
So now I was bored, lonely and a little cold. .
“Nice pecs,” Emma said, smiling.
“She’s right,” Kate added, “when did my high school bestie start working out?”
“I joined the crew team at school,” I confessed.
“Nice,” Ashley said, “those guys are always the hottest.”
Kristen looked at Ashley, confused.
“What?” Ashley said.
Emma raised her eyebrows at me and smiled. She ran her eyes up and down my chest and kind of chewed at her lower lip. Suddenly I didn’t feel like covering my chest anymore.
Sam dealt the next hand, impatient to change the subject. This time, I didn’t even have the choice to be aggressiveNa three.
When the cards came to Kristen, she bet. Kristen was also out of socks. She was still suffering from her kiss from the previous round.
Kristen bet her shirt. Sam had bet a kiss and Kristen seemed confident she had him now.
Kristen may have seemed like a prude and I guess in some ways she was. But it’s not like she didn’t want to have fun. Just, y’know, safe, expected, not too outside the norm kinda fun. A neat little story she could tell at her bachelorette party before her big church wedding. A little feel from Sam would be just fine by her, I gathered. Still, Kristen had given a little pout when I tossed in my cards earlier. Maybe she and I were on the same wavelength.
Kristen turned over her King, triumphantly. Sam grinned wolfishly and showed his Ace.
Kristen didn’t bother to hide her frustration.
“Alright,” Sam cried, “let’s see some goodies!”
“Sam!” Kate said.
“What?” Sam asked.
“No, no,” Kristen said, “a bet’s a bet. I won’t be the one to break it.”
She seemed remarkably calm compared to her previous girl-kiss catastrophe. Kristen had been wearing a cute pj setNsky blue long pants and a matching long sleeve shirt. In the center of the top there was a little pink bunny shouting, “Sleepy Time!”
Kristen reached down for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one big flourish. She was wearing a bra, of course, a baby-chick yellow one. The material was thick, too, so there really wasn’t much to see except her bellybutton and maybe a bit of the tops of her boobs. I’d seen formal dresses that showed more titty.
I now knew her chest was as freckly as her face. That was pretty hot. Just by the bra, I could tell Kristen was a D-cup.
It was our first, closest look at girl-naked in the game. Really, everyone was pretty excited. Kristen threw her now discarded shirt at Sam who made a big show of taking a deep deep sniff of it. Everyone laughed at that.
“Gross, Sam!” Kristen said.
“Whatever,” Sam replied, dismissively.
With Kristen now on display, I silently moved her up to the pole position (ha ha) in my ‘best boobs” rankings. Kate would just have to settle for second breast. Er, best.
The next hand went almost exactly the same, only this time it was my little sis making, and losing, the bet. Emma was wearing jogging shorts and a little t-shirt that said “Don’t stop till you drop.” The context made the line seem a little suggestive.
Much like her friend, Emma stripped off her shirt in one swoop, revealing a cute little white bra with laces across the top. Again, there wasn’t much to see. Emma wasn’t flat-chested by any means. I doubt the Itty Bitty Titty Committee would even consider her application. But when it came to breasts, little Emmy was definitely on the honor roll (all A’s and B’s). Whatever. Quality vs quantity and all that. Anyone could see that my sis had a nice set of tits.
It helped that those little titties jutted out proudly over a taught stomach that looked a little six-pack-y in some positions. Also, because of how Em’s shorts sat, I could get a little sneak preview. Little sis definitely shaved a good amount down there.
So all awesome.
“Nice,” I said, returning Emma’s compliment from earlier.
Em glowed proudly at the praise and even pushed her bust out a little further. Sam sniffed the shirt again, naturally, and declared Emma’s the best smelling, so far. So I guess Emma had that category in hand. Best smelling t-shirt. Good on her.
The next hand went pretty straightforward. Sam got another kiss, this time from his girlfriend. I could tell she was really trying now, but Sam seemed disconnected. It wasn’t just that a kiss from his gf wasn’t that ‘risky,’ but there seemed to be so much more fun to be had than kisses and bras and Sam was impatient with the process. If everyone went to bed before the good stuff got going, what was the point? Also I think his lips were starting to get chapped.
Kate dealt the next hand. If we fell more or less to form, this would be the last hand before we took a bio break. I folded as usual. So did Emma
Sam bet, offering up his shirt. He was wearing one of those long-sleeve waffle-y shirt things. Ashley called his bet, shirt for shirt. Everyone else folded. I could tell people were anxious for the break.
Ashley grinned at Sam.
“Show me what you got, Sammy,” Ashley teased. He turned over a King.
“Shit,” Ashley said.
Sam laughed.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Kate asked, legitimately concerned.
“One of these days, your luck’s gonna turn,” Ashley warned Sam.
“You better hope it happens before you’re completely naked,” Sam said.
“Shit,” Ashley said again, “Of all the days to not wear a bra…”
She had been wearing a big brown sweater that came almost to her knees. Thick and wooly, I got scratchy just looking at it. Ashley reached down and slowly, reluctantly, lifted up the sweater. Her curls jiggled happily as Ashley pulled the sweater over her head.
Everyone froze. I swear one of the girls gasped.
I was going to have to redo my “best boobs” list.
They weren’t the biggest in the room, not by a long shot. But holy fucking shit did Ashley have the most amazing rack I’d ever seen. They were perfect. Ideal. The Aristotelian philosophical highest good of breasts.
Full, taut, almost floating, they were just a little bit bigger than a handful with small, pink areola and sharp little nippies just begging to be sucked. At that moment, in a strange way, I felt almost proud of my little lamp. She came with much better bulbs than advertised.
“Holy fucking shit,” Sam breathed.
Ashley smiled sheepishly.
“Holy shit, Ash!” Kate exclaimed. She looked just as surprised as us that she had said it.
“Niiiiice pecs,” Emma said, and reached over to Ashley for a fist bump. Emma was clearly going for a laugh, but she wasn’t completely kidding either.
Ashley’s Amazing MammariesTM (patent pending, all rights reserved), jiggled alluringly as she reached over and met Emma’s fist with her own.
“Well, on that note, I need another drink,” Kristen said, “and maybe a good cry.”
“Oh come on, Krissy,” Emma faux-pouted, “I’m sure you have extra super nice titties under there, too.”
Kristen just shook her head, but I was pretty sure that Emma was right. I finished my drink and cleaned up the cards for the next round.
This was about as far as we had ever gotten at these high school things, I reflected. By now, people were tired, or my parents were making noises, or people were just afraid to go any further. Yet right now, this felt more like the beginning of the party than the ending.
I passed Sam in the hall.
“So who’ve you got your eye on?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“Who are you looking to take down, great white hunter?” Sam said, hitting me on the shoulder.
“Oh. I dunno. Does it matter?”
“Of course it does. If I know who you’re going for I can get out of the way.”
“You have a girlfriend,” I said, “why do you care?”
Sam just shrugged.
“Just don’t want to step on your toes ‘s all,” he said.
I surveyed the field and thought about it for a moment.
“Kristen?” I said. I wasn’t too confident about it.
“OK, cool,” Sam said, then wandered off.
*
We sat back down in our circle. Ashley’s breasts still stood at full attention. I noticed Kristen had adjusted her bra slightly to try and show a little more top-boob. I know it sounds weird, but I was kinda proud of her for it.
Emma cleared her throat. She sat very formally, as if totally unaware that her tits were just… hanging out there in her bra. It was like I was watching the best version of C-Span, ever. Or maybe the strangest Supreme Court hearing. Whatever. It was awesome. I could tell through the material that her little nipples were hard. Holy fuck, I could see my little sister’s hard little nipples!