“We girls have decided to make some changes to the game,” Emma announced. The rest of the girls nodded in agreement.
Sam and I looked at each other, warily. Here came the end of the fun.
“Instead of just making a bet of like, just, whatever, everyone has to match the bet. So no more bets where my sock counts as much as your kiss. If you bet a kiss, I have to at least match your kiss or raise it.”
“How do we decide what’s worth more?” I asked.
“Group decision,” Emma said, “but I’m pretty sure we’re gonna be able to figure it out.”
That dirty little minx!
“So, I just want to be clear about this,” I said, “Ashley says kiss and I raise blowjob, in order to stay in the hand Ashley has to agree to suck me off if she loses?”
“Pretty much,” Ashley smiled.
“And you’re all ok with this?” I asked, looking pointedly at Kate. She nodded, slowly.
I turned to Sam.
“Did you slip ecstasy into all their drinks when I wasn’t looking?” I asked, only half-kidding.
“I swear to God I did not,” Sam said. If anything he was even more flabbergasted than I was.
“Well ok then,” I said, “You guys said you wanted a game. I guess we’ve got ourselves a game.”
I’m not sure what made the girls suddenly decide to ‘go for the gold’ as it were. Maybe I underestimated just how drunk/high/horny everyone was. Maybe the girls wanted to see just how far us boys were really willing to go before calling it a night. Maybe they all were just sick of all this bullshit and wanted to get laid. Lord knows, that’s where I was at.
I have no idea what possessed them to take this to the next level. Regardless, “dangerous, sexy, naked, relationship-destroying, kinda poker-like game” was a go.
The first hand went pretty normal. Sam bet shirt. No one called. Sam kept his shirt. Ashley bet pants. No one called. Ashley kept her cute, little beige tights/leggings thingies. I assumed she had at least worn panties, but after last round all bets were off.
Again, I was card dead. Card deceased. High hand of a ten. I started to wonder if I’d ever see a face card. Maybe there weren’t any more. Maybe someone was dealing from the bottom of the deck. Maybe God hated me. I was sitting there, topless, with a bunch of hot, impossibly horny girls, and I couldn’t even touch one of them. We were playing a game designed to cause as much fooling around as possible and somehow I was getting less action if we’d just, I dunno, rented a porno and seen who hooked up with who.
It could not get any worse.
And then it did.
Cards started showing up. Bettable, playable, winnable cards. No Aces, mind you. But hands I had to bet or else I might as well not play. And every. Single. One. Lost.
The first hand I looked down at a jack and bet my pants. Kristen turned over a Queen. So I shucked off my pants.
I was wearing pretty tight boxers, but I could have been wrapped in sailcloth and my dick would have shown through. It had been hours of semi-naked girls making out with each other. Plus the previous night’s experience. Plus no girlfriend in months… I was beyond blue-balled. I was purple-balled. They didn’t just ache, it felt like they swelled with my semen. Like I was lugging around two bowling balls full of baby batter. Every time I moved I felt my two, exta-sensative, over-filled, suddenly gigantic balls.
Which says nothing of where my dick was at. At this point, I felt like flag poles were flaccid compared to what I was carrying. In all honesty, it was almost more painful than anything else. I needed frickin’ relief. And it showed.
I had to stand up to take off my pajama pantsNlong red and black flannel-y things like you see in the J. Crew catalogueNso everyone got a good look at what was going on. Going on in my pants. Yeah.
Little Jason was barely contained by the, thankfully, tight cloth. He was desperately trying to push his way out anyway he knew how. After clearly trying to escape up through the waistband, the big guy looked to be trying to go out through the legs of my boxers.
Standing there, I shifted and kind of rolled my hips to try to push him down. But he just popped back up, proud as could be, and even left a little wet spot on the front of my boxers for everyone to see.
It was pulsing in time with my heartbeat. My heart was racing. It was a bad combo.
“Nice calves, bro!” Emma called out from behind me, proudly.
“Yeah,” Kristen said, staring at my front almost hypnotized, “Calves.”
“Well at least you’re taking attention away from my breasts,” Ashley laughed.
I threw my pants over to Kristen. She looked almost sheepish about her victory. Emma gave her friend a hearty slap on the back, like Kristen had just pulled out the anchor run for the win at a state meet.
I slowly sat down, hoping my cock wouldn’t just jump right out.
It hardly mattered.
Two hands later I pulled a Queen. A goddamn, motherfucking Queen. She winked at me as I gazed upon her regal visage. Oh yes. Finally.
“Fold,” Emma said.
“Fold,” Sam announced. He had been curiously quiet since the last restart. Had the deck finally started to steer away from him?
“I’ll bet pants,” Ashley said coyly.
“Pants,” Kristen agreed.
“Pants are fine,” Kate said, looking right at her boyfriend when she said it. Oh no. Was Kate trying to play chicken with her boyfriend? Did she think if she went too far then he would stop this? Oh no. This was bad bad bad. I decided I would intervene. Warn Kate that she was gonna be disappointed. Sam was my best friend, but Kate had been my buddy for a long time, too. I didn’t want to see her heart broken.
But first, I had a hand to win.
“I raise,” I announced, “Underwear.”
“Wait,” Kristen interrupted, “if he wins I have to take off my pants and my panties?”
She didn’t look too happy with that.
“Since when does one piece of clothing count as much as two?” Kate asked.
“It’s all I have to bet,” I complained.
“I dunno,” Emma said, “underwear should be worth a lot more than pants, don’t you think? I mean, Jason’s gonna have to take out his… Jason if he loses.”
“Doesn’t seem fair,” Sam said.
Geez, thanks buddy. Now I really didn’t feel bad about warning his girlfriend.
“How about this,” I said, “I’ll bet naked. So I’m not betting an article of clothing here, just full nudity. So you have to put out your full nudity to match the bet. That way, it’s clothes agnostic.”
“You sure do use some big funny words, ” Ashley teased, talking in an exaggerated drawl.
“But,” I continued, “If I win the bet, I get my clothes back.”
“No way,” Emma said, a little too quickly.
“What?” I asked, “I’m betting full nudity so if I win I should get some amount of un-nudity.”
“You’re getting to see everyone else naked. That’s what you’re getting,” Emma retorted.
“What about pants?” I asked, “can I get my pants, at least?”
Look, I wanted to get some action as much as anyone at this point. But I also didn’t want to be sitting in front of a bunch of clothed people so… exposed. I guess there’s a little prude in all of us. Mine was trying to fight its way out of my boxers and fuck everything in the house. Girls, couches, tablesNhe didn’t fucking care. Right now, all I wanted, was not to have everyone examining my little buddy.
“Fine. Pants,” Emma said. I just glared back. What had I ever done to her?
“The bet is nudity,” I repeated, “call or fold.”
“Or raise!” Ashley said, clearly enjoying herself. Holy fuck, was she about to raise? What would that even mean? I’d happily lose my underwear for something…
“I… will…” Ashley drew it out, “fold.”
She tossed her card into the pile. Her beautiful titties shook oh so pleasantly as she tossed. Little Jason bopped his head up and down in agreement. I started to wonder if I might need medical attention after this entire escapade. Erection for over four hours and whatnot. I hadn’t even taken one of those magical little blue pills.
“I’m out, too,” Kristen sighed dejectedly. Kate reached out like she was going to fold, as well.
“Wait, no one is calling?” Ashley asked, “I’d have stayed in if I thought you girls were gonna pussy out.”
Kate pulled her card back, considering it.
“Fine,” she said, “call.”
Ashley clapped excitedly. She wasn’t even in the stupid hand anymore.
It didn’t matter. I wanted the call. I needed the call. If everyone folded, I’d be back to sitting there in my underwear, waiting for another shot.
There was no way Kate considered folding if she had a king or an ace. I was getting my pants back. Then all of them could show me their precious little parts and see how they felt about it.
I turned over my Queen. I heard a snort from Kate.
“Oh god,” Kate said, giggling now.
“Oh god I’m so so sorry,” she said, “I really really am. Oh Jay. Oh JJ.”
Kate was full on laughing now, bent over, bright red, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Oh Jason. Oh my little Jay Bird,” Kate gasped, using Emma’s pet name for me. Not even my parents called me that. Only Emma. Was Kate trying to rile me up?
“Looks like little Jay Bird’s going to be coming out of his cage!” Kate squealed.
Without even trying to stop laughing, Kate turned over her card. King.
Fuck king. Fuck.
“I thought you had the Ace,” Kate rested her hand on my naked thigh, “I swear I thought you had the Ace.”