Ashley made him repeat his bet..
“Yeah. Naked,” Sam said, not even looking up from his card.
Without blinking, Ashley bet him back.
“Oral.”
Jeez, Ash, you couldn’t just follow Kate’s lead? Maybe start off with some light hand action?
I waited for the inevitable. Thanks to Sam’s girlfriend, he was the only one getting laid on the boat, cards be damned. Now he was gonna get a blowjob from some chick with tremendous boobs and a beautiful bod.
Everyone else folded. I waited for Sam to reveal his strong card and tilt the game firmly in his favor.
Sam showed a nine. Ashley flipped a ten. A lousy freaking ten. And just like that, the king was dead.
Sam just stared at the ground and shook his head.
He slowly stood and slid off his plaid pajama pants. Sam’s a cyclist. He’s built like oneNsmall and lithe with huge calves and crack-your-walnuts thighs. He looked so miserable as he shucked his pants, I felt kind of happy for him when a few of the girls complimented his legs.
Then the big reveal. I didn’t really want to see my friend’s cock. I mean, honestly, it’s something I could have done without seeing in my lifetime. But he had to see mine, so I guess fair play and all. Still, could have lived without.
“Oh,” Kristen said.
“Not bad, Sam,” Ashley smiled.
“There’s my little buddy,” Kate cried, happily.
The look on Sam’s face said it all. He was devastated. Destroyed.
It’s not like he had a tiny, little prick. I mean, I haven’t seen a ton to compare, but his looked fine. Not a porn penis, but no human has one of those. A good, thick, long member. Not that I noticed.
But the reactions…
When I had whipped mine out, I mean, part of me was pretty sure the girls were just being nice. I mean, that’s what girls do right?
“Oh, I’ve never seen one that big before.”
“I don’t think that monster will fit inside me.”
“Oh God, I’ve never felt anything so deep.”
That’s just shit girls are trained to say. Right? Like, you don’t see your girlfriend naked for the first time and say, “wow, you really need a boob job.”
No. You say,
“Wow honey, those are fantastic.”
“Oh my god, your breasts are so beautiful.”
“They’re not small, they’re perfect. I wouldn’t change them in a second.”
Even if, y’know, the girl really needs to get a boob job.
I figured my former girlfriends were just… doing that. I assumed that Kate, Ashley, Kristen, even Emma were just following the unwritten girl rules vis a vis penis appreciation. I expected that when Sam’s little friend came out on stage, he would receive a similar, warm reception.
Apparently not. Apparently all those girls were being 100% completely honest. Which, OK, that’s totally fucking awesome. Not gonna lie about that.
Yet there was poor Sam, my friendNa really truly good friendNsuddenly coming up short. The girls had made their best efforts to be polite. They were obviously underwhelmed.
“It is a nice cock, Sam,” Emma said as he sat down, giving him a good pat on the back.
His poor member, once standing proud, was now as droopy and deflated as Sam himself.
“Y’know what?”
I stood suddenly, unintentionally bringing my own little trophy back to the group’s attention, “I think that’s a game.”
A few disappointed groans. A couple of accepting sighs.
“It’s late. I’m tired. We’re all tired. My buzz is almost gone. We’ve got a whole day of swimming tomorrow. This was fun. But I think it’s time to call it.”
“Oh yeah,” Emma said, trying to sound excited, “That could be fun.”
“I could make sandwiches,” Kate said.
“I can help with that,” Kristen volunteered. She had, like, 12 brothers and sisters. It was probably thrilling to make lunch for only 6 people.
“OK,” I clapped my hands together, “that sounds like a plan. We’ll sleep in, have a late breakfast…”
“No,” Sam said.
I turned and looked at my friend, still sitting on the ground, His junk was well hidden behind his pale, toned legs.
“It’s not fair,” Sam said.
“C’mon honey, it’s ok. Let’s call it a night,” Kate said. She clearly implied she would put out as soon as we split up.
“No. It’s not fair,” Sam repeated, “You girls play poker?”
The girls all shook their heads. Eight beautiful boobs shook along with them. Man, I had to get these girls to disagree with me more often.
“Jason plays poker. Right Jay?”
I agreed, somewhat reluctantly.
“You don’t just… win a big hand and then walk away from the table. It’s not good… what’s the word?”
Sam snapped his fingers as he tried to think.
“Etiquette,” I said.
“Right. It’s not good etiquette,” Sam said, “You win a monster hand, you sit down and let the table win some of its money back. Then, when things are a little more equitable, you get up and cash out.”
“I don’t think we did that for anyone else,” Kristen said, cautiously.
“Sure we did,” Sam said, his voice gaining in strength, “Remember when you had to kiss little Emmy before? We didn’t just call it a night right there, because if we did you’d feel like shit. So we hung around and played a little longer.
“When Ash showed her titties, or when Katie lost her top or when JJ dropped trou none of them felt bad because we kept playing. We moved on. We let everybody feel like they came out a winner.
‘Little Emmy’ leaned forward. She would have looked pretty imposing except, y’know, she was topless. Her teeny tits did their best to hang down. So cute.
“He’s kind of got a point,” Emma said
“I don’t want anyone to feel bad about tonight,” Kristen said.
“Just a couple more hands, right?” Kate said.
“OK then,” I said, resigned, “I’ll go mix up another round of drinks. Em, if you’ve got any more pot, now’s probably the time.”
*
Emma lost her pants on the first hand, giving us a new clubhouse leader for “best pussy.” Emma’s panties were purpleNa little more revealing than Kristen’s, a lot less revealing than Ashley’s.
I shouldn’t have been able to see very muchNjust the slight indentation of lips and a little hairNbut Emma was so wet the crotch was practically see-through.
“Geez, girl, did you pee yourself?” Ashley asked.
Emma turned purpler than her panties.
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Ashley smiled, “I think it’s kinda hot, myself. I love a girl who gets her juices going.
I smiled at my sister.
“It’s a nice pussy,” I whispered to her.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she whispered back. Holy fuck!
“You like your little sissy’s pretty little purple panties?” Ashley asked.
I can’t believe I used to think this girl was quiet. Could we switch my little lamp back into silent mode?
“They’re… very nice,” I said, politely.
More importantly, as a result of the hand, Sam won his boxers back. Grey with a black band, he pulled them on like a plate armor before a joust.
With Sam satiated, I figured this really would be our last go-round.
The next hand, Sam bet big and we all folded around. The hand after, Emma bet a kiss and ended up smooching me on the cheek. It was sweet, like we were back at the beginning of the game. I’m sure she touched my cock by accident. She was probably just as mortified as me. Although, she certainly didn’t look mortified…
Ashley’s deal was another bet and fold scenario. Sam raised to oral but found no takers. For a guy who had a guaranteed piece of ass that night, he sure seemed desperate to get some action.
I had a 10, which was probably worth calling, except with just me and Sam in the pot, it didn’t matter who wonNwe’d both lose. At this point, I had resigned myself to ending the game empty. Tomorrow was another evening.
Ashley and Kristen had both shown interest at times. Maybe I could talk one of them into a little after lunch exploration. Although Ashley seemed more interested in Sam and Kristen had the conservative background/in a relationship double whammy. Neither of them was even close to a sure thing.
In any case, I knew it wasn’t happening. Better to close things up and remind myself why God invented hand lotion. Hell, at the very least, I was pretty sure Ashley would be willing to watch. For a man as lonely as me, that counted as getting some.
Kristen dealt the second to last hand. Kate took one look at her card and got up to go brush her teeth.
“I’ll bet a kiss!” she called back to us from the bathroom. For my penultimate card, Kristen had dealt me a 7. Of course. I couldn’t even get angry about it any more. It was the perfect card for such a flawed night.
Emma folded after me. She stood up and stretched, giving me one last look right up at her center. Fucking shit my sister had a great puss. I actually found myself regretting that I’d never get to see it again. Another great reason to end the nightNI was already on my way to doing something significantly stupid.
Sam took a while to look at his card, then raised Kate’s kiss to nudity. That was it then, Kate would either fold and call it a night or call and give the big winner his payment in the privacy of their bedroom.
Ashley dutifully folded. She crossed her arms over her chest. Goodnight amazing mammaries!
Finally, Kristen folded. I started to pick up the cards.
Kate came back from the bathroom, smelling minty fresh. She was still in just her bra and panties. God bless.
“Who’s up?” she asked.
“You,” I said.
“Cool, who do I have to kiss?”
“Actually, your boyfriend raised you.”
“Oooo, he did, did he? Naughty little boy,” Kate smirked, “OK babe, watcha got for me.”
“He made it nudity,” Ashley said, stifling a yawn. I looked at the clock. 11 pm. God, but it felt so much later than that.
Kate, clearly feeling playful, looked back down at her card. She held it up close, then looked over the edge at all of us.
I don’t know what she was thinking at that moment. Maybe she wanted to turn the screws a little on Sam. He hadn’t been on his best behavior in the game. Especially when it came to his treatment of Kate.