Her hair was so long it completely covered her chest, save for just the smallest hint of underboob. Like a mermaid in a painting. I’m not sure I’m giving this the justice it deserves. You have to trust me, it was amazing. Really super sexy. I just wanted to push back that hair, reach my hands up and…
“Jason?”
Emma snapped me out of my stupor.
“You ok, big bro?”
“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.”
“Or should I say extra super big long and hard big bro?” Emma asked, looking coyly at my cock.
“No no,” I said, a little embarrassed.
“OK then. Well it’s your deal, thick, beautiful, probably tasty big bro.”
“She’s going to keep doing that isn’t she,” I said.
“That’s what you have to be hoping for,” Ashley said. She winked.
“Ha ha,” I said. I dealt the cards.
The next hand, Sam was in but everyone dropped out. The hand after, Kate cried “fuck” again and everyone folded. She’d found a cute little trick, that one, and it was working as well as anything we’d seen so far. It was an all-in above all other all-insNno one was going to call and Kate knew it.
But, curiously, whenever Sam was in, Kate chose not to make her winning move. Was she really worried that she might have to fuck the same guy she fucked every other weekend? Or was she concerned that Sam might have another cruel punishment for her if she lost?
Despite that one blind spot, Kate was able to strip her opponents down to nothing. Ashely’s thong went first, revealing… well, not much that we hadn’t already seen. That thong was really revealing. I was totally entranced by Ashley’s pretty blonde pubes, though. I could see why she wouldn’t shave them.
Kristen and Emma went only a few hands further.
First Kristen pulled out a pretty little peach of a pussyNher parts all nicely tucked in under a surprisingly thick shock of blonde pubes.
“Geez girl, shave ever?” Ashley asked.
“Shut up. You’re not exactly baby smooth, either,” Kristen snapped. Go girl! Stand up for yourself!
“I’m not rebuilding the Amazonian rainforest between my legs,” Ashley retorted.
“Just let it go, would you?” Emma broke it up. Her own reveal was soon to follow.
Again, we had pretty much seen it all through her panties. Emma had a really nice snatch. Her pubes were trimmed down to almost a minimumNprobably for all her sports stuff (my baby sis wasn’t fucking. Was she?). Her labia were pretty and plump with a bit of an oversized clit (it must run in the family) that hung down lazily between her little lippies. It was also juicy as all hellNbig droplets of thick, clear fluid soaked her pubes, ran down her legs and dripped onto the floor. Her legs were practically shiny with it.
Poor girl, her panties hadn’t been covering her up, so much as stanching her flow. Now she was just dripping everywhere. She did her best to cover it with her hands, but holy fuck that wasn’t helping anything except my erection.
Sam, till now just sitting under a dark, angry cloud, seemed transfixed by how greased up Emma’s little pussy had gotten.
“Are you always this way?” I asked, concerned.
“I’ve always been a little bit… I dunno, lubricated, I guess?” Emma confessed, her hands still collecting the liquid from her puss.
“Easy to start, hard to stop, lots in between,” Emma said, “but like this? No. Never.”
“OK,” I said, “Well let me know if there’s anything I can do, alright.”
“Sure, just take that wonderful cock of yours, plug me up and pound me till I’m filled with thick, sticky big brother cum. Sound good?”
“Emmy you know I can’t…”
Holy shit. She was joking, right? She had to have been joking.
“What are you two whispering about over there?” Ashley asked.
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
“Well then shut up and let’s play,” Ashley said. Very well then. My little lamp was jealous of the other appliancesNapparently the faucet, in particular.
*
When the round was done, everyone was stark naked. Even Sam lost his boxers on an ill-advised bet against Ashley. Unlike everyone else who tossed our ill-gotten clothes off to the side, Ashley carried Sam’s boxers as a kind of a trophy. She went around sniffing them in front of anyone who was willing to watch.
It wasn’t sweet revenge, I was sure. Maybe stinky revenge? It hardly mattered Sam was so torn between horrible embarrassment and incredible arousal he was almost literally spinning around the room.
The last round, despite being such a loss for all involved, was actually a good cleanser from some of the darker stuff we’d been doing to each other. We were all naked, after all. All pretty much in the same place. It was hard to be too worked up about anything.
I mixed more drinks. People stood around and stretched and surreptitiously checked each other out.
“Wow, Sam has a really nice ass,” Emma whispered to me behind the kitchen counter.
“You should tell him that,” I said, “he could use the boost right about now.”
Emma thought about it.
“Nah. I don’t want him getting any wrong ideas.”
I looked at her, suspiciously. What exactly was a wrong idea at this party? Was that even a possible thing at this point?
“You seriously don’t know how two girls would fuck?” Ashley asked Kristen. Ashley seemed to have invented a new game that she and she alone could play called “make the nave super-Christian girl blush.” Ashley was a champion at it.
“No,” Kristen protested, “they don’t have the right… parts.”
“Oh my god,” Ashley laughed, despite herself, “Look, after this is over, come back with me to my place and I’ll show you some pictures, OK?”
“I don’t know if that would be such a good idea,” Kristen said.
“Atta girl,” Ashley said, “now you’re learning.”
“But I still don’t…”
“You don’t really have a boyfriend, do you?” Ashley asked, eyeing her, “You just said that because you don’t want to look like a loser, right?”
“Of course I have a boyfriend,” Kristen said, “I met him at church. He’s so so sweet and super handsome…”
“He must have the bluest balls on the planet,” Ashley said.
“Nope,” I interjected, “that’d be me.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Ashley said, rubbing my bare shoulder, “we’re all gonna take care of that soon enough.”
She walked off to go sit down by the fireplace. I froze in place. Stunned. What did she mean by ‘take care of that.’ Wait. What did she mean by ‘all?’
Holy fucking shit.
“Hey bro, quit standing there and get back to the game!” Emma called out to me, “standing there in the middle of the room, you look like a big dumb lamp!”
Well there ya go.
“Super big ‘on’ switch, though,” Ashley called out.
“Yeah, couldn’t miss it!” Kate chimed in.
*
Next round. Rules stayed the same. Nothing changed. Everything changed.
It was one of those unintended consequences things.
Before now, the game was all about clothing. Emma still had her bra. Ashley still had panties. You couldn’t see Kristen’s boobs or Sam’s cock. Why was Ashley less naked than I was? If I had to show everyone my bush, then Emma sure as hell was taking her titties out.
My little ratings game played right into that. I could spend all day thinking about what I’d seen so far and what I might see later. But now I had my final standings: Best Hair, Kristen. Best Eyes, Em. Best mouth, Kate. Best boobs, Ashley. Best hands, Ashley. Best pussy, Em. Best ass, Sam (not my opinion per se, but whatever) Best legs, Kristen. Best feet, Em. Best body, Kate.
Kate was like the movie that loses every Oscar but wins Best Picture. Sometimes, A- material comes together in a way that makes A+ movie. Are you really gonna argue against that?
But now that everyone was ranked, there really wasn’t much for me to obsess over. We were all naked. Sitting around playing cards. It was probably at least midnight. Maybe a little later.
None of us saw it coming.
*
The first deal, everyone seemed super tentative. Our baseline bet was gone. If your card was a little interesting, you couldn’t just throw out a piece of clothing. No one had any more clothing to bet.
Four hands in, nothing was happening. Maybe this was it? Maybe this was how the evening ended. Not with a bang, but a whimper. Then Kristen dealt, and for the first timeNhallelujah, heaven be praisedNI had a hand. Queen of hearts. Nothing amazing, but after a steady diet of gruel, oatmeal tastes fucking fantastic.
Kate, bless her, made a baseline little kiss bet. I had no idea what that meant about her hand. I guessed it was a card that was too good fold, but not so good to take a risk on. I put her on a jack, which would mean I had her beat.
I was so cold decked, so blue balled, the thought of just a kiss was almost worse than nothing at all. But I had the leading card, right? So why play for a little relief? Plus who knows who might jump in, I could be getting some from every girl in the room.
I reraised to a hand job. Worst is, I’m fingering someone. I could totally, definitely live with that.
Emma and Sam both folded. Ashley seemed to consider, but then let it go. Kristen folded as well, and I started to think I’d over bet my only chance of the night.
We were playing a real game here. There were real stakes. Friendships, relationships, hell familiesNit was all in there right now. It wasn’t something we planned on doing, but here we were. And though we knew it would probably end us, we couldn’t stop pushing further.
Kate looked at her card, then looked at me. I knew I was getting eyed and I did my best to look elsewhere. You know what they say, if you feel nervous, just pretend everyone around you is naked.
I really needed that hand job. My balls felt so bad; every time they bounced against each other I worried they would spark the whole house ablaze. Kate might not even have to touch meNshe’d call my bet and I’d cum all over the carpet.
“OK, bestie,” Kate said, using her little pet name for me, “I’ll call.”
I didn’t cum.
I just turned over my queen. She showed a jack. Wow. I’d actually guessed right. That was awesome!
Oh my god!
I was gonna get a hand job from my high school crush girl! That was so so so much awesomer!
“Why don’t you sit up on a chair so all of us can see,” Ashley suggested. Dirty little lamp.
The hard wood of the chair was a little chilly, but my cock wasn’t flagging nowNnot for an ice queen, let alone a little chill.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god. I felt like a little boy going on his first ride at Disney World. Only it was a hand job from my high school crush, so it was like… best ride ever?