For a moment, I thought I should grab a couple more. Just in case. But then I thought, just in case of what? They weren’t going multiple rounds on this one. We weren’t gonna start yelling anal at each other the last hand of the night (though it made for a funny mental image, I grant). So I took just the oneNlabeled extra-lubricated, thankfullyNand gave it to Sam. He didn’t even bother to thank me before perfunctorily rolling it on.
Then each of the girls stood on either side of him, spit on their hand, and rubbed their saliva on to his covered cock. It should have been hot, but instead it just felt so clinical. Removed. Even Sam seemed only a little distracted by his anointing.
Then the girls went over to Ashley and did the same thing for her tight, wrinkled asterisk. I noticed Kate even reached down and collected a little of her personal lubricant to spread on Ashley’s hole. It was kind of a sweet gesture, strangely, and I knew it wasn’t for Sam’s sake.
Then we all stood back, looking more like pall bearers than excited onlookers. At the last second, right as Sam looked ready to take the plunge, I went over to Ashley and knelt by her head. She turned her head and smiled at me.
“One last squeeze before we go?” I asked.
“Sure,” she laughed, “why not.”
I reached under her arm and cupped her boob in my hand. The hard nipple seemed almost to suckle at my skin as I grasped what had to be the world’s most amazing tit-flesh. Warm and cool and soft and hard all over, they fit in my palms like they were made for it.
I look a long deep sigh, squeezed nice and tight, and then let go.
“God, those are perfect,” I said as I pulled my hand back.
“There’s plenty that come plenty close,” Ashley told me.
“True dat,” I said.
She laughed at that. A low, deep chuckle punctuated with a cute little snort. I realized that this was the first time I’d heard her laugh. Her real laugh. She’d made little giggles and guffaws beforeNacknowledgements of the humor of something. But nothing like that. It felt true and warm and it almost made me fall in love with her a little.
We shared a smile.
“You ever…?” I gestured back at her bottom.
“Nah,” she said.
“You wanna hold my hand?”
She smiled again.
“Nah. It’s ok. I got it.”
I kissed Ashley’s cheek, then stood up and stepped away.
*
To be honest, I didn’t really watch the big backside event. Even the people standing right there seemed a little checked out. It was too late. Too many feelings were raw. Maybe I was nave. Maybe if we had stopped before this last hand, everything still would have fallen apart. But at the time I felt like I’d really blown it, and I think everybody kinda felt the same.
I busied myself in the kitchenNquietly put away dishes. I found my sleeping bag and unrolled it on the far side of the living room. I left a clean pair of pjs on the sleeping bag. Lord knows why I thought I’d use them. I tossed away as many empty bottles as I could reach and tried to save as many full ones as I could find.
The whole time, I heard little snippets of Sam and Ashley working each other over.
“Oooo. Ow. OK. No, no. Ok, you got it,. Ooops, Wait. Hang on.” Ashley said.
“There baby I’m almost there…,” Sam moaned.
“No, I know baby… just hang you’re at a bad… OK, there it goes.”
“Oh that’s so good baby, you’re butt is so fucking tiiiight.”
“Yeah, oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Give it to me. Give it to me good. Oh. Hang on baby, I’m just reaching back… Oh there it is baby. There’s my little clitty. Oh… oh there it is. Come on now.”
There were little squishing sounds and the slap of flesh upon flesh. By the end, Ashley was asking Sam to pull out, but he finished in her ass anyway. Then he pulled out, whipped off the condom and tossed it across the room, splattering his sperm against the wall.
Ash came too, barely slowing for Sam’s big finish. Ashley strummed herself to completion only a few seconds after the condom took flight,
I missed that part. I was brushing my teeth.
*
Getting everyone back to the circle wasn’t exactly easy. I guess we thought it was important, though, because we all waited till everyone was sitting again. Everyone had stayed naked. All of us were looking a little bit worse for the wear. Sober was still a good ways off and the sun had yet to appear on the horizon. So I guess it was workable.
Now that Sam parked in Ashley’s cul-de-sac, I was pretty positive we weren’t going for another ride the next day. Everyone looked so… out there… It was like we had all gone too far. Had seen and experienced things no human should. We were stranded beyond the realm of sanity and shock in a place where only ugly, stark truth remained.
My cock ached, my balls ached and I just wanted to get to bed. Really and truly. Fuck cumming. Tomorrow would be my first day as a monk.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Kate said.
She dealt me a jack. Not bad, really. I was first to actNa lousy spotNand I was ready to be done. I bet kiss. Either someone would call and we’d have a quick finish, or they would raise and I could drop out, knowing I had given it at least one last go.
Emma raised my kiss to a hand. She looked me right in the eye.
Uh oh.
We were going to have to have a talk before bed. We’d already blown past the safety barrier. If I didn’t slam the breaks as soon as possible we’d go right over the cliff.
Sam insta-folded. I don’t think he even looked at his card. He’d made his point. He wanted to move on from all this misery. I could tell. As soon as someone sobered up enough to give him a ride back to shore, he’d be gone.
Ashley, too, looked more worn out than satisfied. She just threw her card in, like tossing a losing lottery ticket. I was hoping she’d stay, but I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t.
Kristen, feeling brave I guess, raised to oral. I knew she wasn’t going for Kate or Emma. Did young, innocent Kristen actually want to suck me off? Or was she fantasizing about where Emma had goneNbetting I’d know how to get her there?
Well that was a good turn of events, now wasn’t it? Oh, the thought of rolling Kristen’s nipples in my fingers while her tongue and hair were wrapped around my cock…
Hell yeah, then. Go Kristen! Kate looked at everyone and just rolled her eyes.
“Ugh,” she said, “I don’t have the energy for this fuck fest anymore.”
“Fuck,” she said.
“That’s a fold?” I asked.
“No, it’s a fuck, fuckhead. I’m done with this shit. Now just everybody fold so we can go to bed.”
I was super confused for a minute. If Kate was tired of this, why was she upping the stakes? But then I got it. She wasn’t really upping anything.
Emma and Kristen and I were all still in the hand. Even if I just said ‘call’ and Em folded, Kate would have to watch Kristen polish my knob while my baby sister worked my balls.
Holy fuck. How the hell did I let Kate cheat me out of getting that?
Anyway, she wasn’t interested in watching that, or seeing Kristen get her first real cum or viewing the premier episode of Emma and Kristen’s girl-on-girl super show or whatever was about to happen. She was done. She had lost.
She had made her big play, embarrassed her boyfriend and yet he had still somehow had the last laugh. Fine. But she wasn’t gonna sit around and let everyone else enjoy themselves while she packed her bags to go back to college in the morning.
So she declared an end to it.
I know what you’re thinking. All right Jason! Just call the bet and plough the bitch! But that was the problem. That was the best part of her bet. Remember, it was winner’s choice. That’s how she had ended up giving herself a handjob. We had never adjusted the rules from that. If we had thought about it, we would have.
But we didn’t. It probably had something to do with consuming mass amounts of alcohol. And pot.
If I called and she won, well, winner’s choice. She could tell me to go hump a tree and I’d have to find a trunk that hopefully didn’t have too much heavy bark.
That’s why that play had worked so well before. Unless you were 100% sure you had her beat, you just couldn’t call. Even Kristen knew she didn’t want to lose her virginity to Treebeard.
It wasn’t their turn yet, but I could already tell that Emma and Kristen were going to fold. They weren’t even trying to hide it. I looked back at my Jack.
There went my last chance.
Then, curiously, I felt something kind of poke at the back of my mindNthat kind of ‘did I leave the oven on?’ moment of mental clarity. I looked back at my card. Back at Kristen and Emma and Kate.
Kate.
Kate’s card.
You could barely see it but right at the tip of Kate’s fingers, the top left-hand corner was bent. Slightly. Like it had been thrown into the ground at some point.
Because of course it had been thrown into the ground. All the way back back back in the beginning, when Sam had his hand job tantrum, he showed us his winning hand before throwing it into the carpet in disgust.
And the corner had bent.
And he had marked the card.
And I had thought, I’d better take this card out of the deck or get out some clean cards because now everyone knew that the card with the bent corner was Sam’s old jack.
But I never did. In all the excitement I just left the card in there and it shuffled around and around and around until it sat in Kate’s hand at that very moment.
So now I could look at KateNKate who had just put her pussy on the tableNand know for an absolute certainty that she was holding the jack of diamonds.
And I had the jack of clubs.
And that meant I knew, KNEW, I’d be clubbing Kate’s beautiful little diamond that night.
Kate raised her eyebrow at me.
“I call,” I said, smiling. She smiled back. Licked her lips.