“Austin. Wake up.”
It’s not that I’m lazy. Sure I’ve missed a few college classes over the years from sleeping in, but the past two weeks I’ve been sleeping in more often for a very good reason.
I slowly blinked open my eyes and was quick to sit up when I saw Alanna standing in my bedroom doorway. My best friend since we were kids, we’d been inseparable and ended up as housemates in college. The reason I was sleeping in so much was that two weeks ago Alanna and I started fucking. I’d been in love with her for years, but she had been a gold star lesbian and I had thought she was never interested in me in ‘that way.’
Turned out I was very wrong.
Alanna stood in my doorway with a towel around her waist, fresh from the shower. Her thick blonde hair was dark and damp, hanging in ringlets over her bare shoulders; beads of water clinging to her arms and thick, athletic body. Her large breasts were high and proud on her chest, slightly outthrust as she smirked at me, dark pink nipples hard in the open air.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said.
Without a word Alanna stepped over to my bed and dropped the towel at her waist, slipping under the covers I held up for her. Naked body pressed into mine, she kissed me firmly, a teasing smile on her lips as she felt my already swollen dick harden next to her thigh.
“I love you.” It slipped out.
Alanna blinked and I almost panicked. Practically twenty years as best friends and two weeks as lovers, but neither of us had ever said those words. At least not like that, and not to each other.
What the fuck is wrong with me!?! I screamed in my head.
That first night together, Alanna had told me she didn’t want to see or date other people. It wasn’t a ‘let’s go steady and be exclusive’ or even a ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ talk; we’d decided to sneak around a bit and not even let our other housemates know because Alanna had said it would be our only chance to do that. Everything pointed to us being together, but I might have just royally fucked that up.
Alanna’s slightly stunned expression shifted to one of delight and she squeezed us closer together. “I love you too, Butthead.” As she kissed me again it felt like my heart was beating a mile a minute in my throat, forced there by a swarm of butterflies taking over my stomach and chest.
She loved me.
“We need to talk about something though.”
The heaven I was experiencing came to a crashing halt like a DJ ripping a record track. “Okay,” I said slowly, filled with trepidation.
“Austin, I really, really love you. You are the only guy in the entire world for me. I want to grow old and have gross ninety-year old sex with you. But there’s something you can’t give me. The other thing I really love is pussy.”
My mind, after two dramatic 180 degree turns from panicked to elated and back, was having a hard time catching up. “So you want to date other girls?”
“No, well not really. I just want to fuck other girls. The only relationship I want is with you.”
I was scrambling to try and figure out how I felt about this. On the very physical hand, I mean… sproinnnggg. I had always fantasized about Alanna with other girls because she had often described her sapphic pursuits to me. Only recently had I found out she’d been doing that to try and spur me into making a move on her and I was too dumb to do it. My mind was also saying yes; I knew Alanna was bisexual, or lesbian with me as an exception or something, so saying yes to this and keeping her happy was the right and fair thing to do.
Still, my heart was screaming no. Or more appropriately, ‘Hell to the no!’ I’d finally reconciled the love of my life with reality. Alanna had been through a dozen relationships since coming out as a lesbian in the 10th grade. What were the chances she hooked up with some girl and a cosmic event revealed they were deeper soul mates than we were? What if I lost Alanna right after I finally got her?
“Ok.” The answer came from the part of me that was envisioning the sapphic pursuits Alanna used to tell me about. And my penis in the middle of them.
“Ok?” Her eyes had gotten big and her hands were resting on my chest as we lay next to each other. “Do… do you want to have sex with other people too?”
“I’ve never been that person,” I said. “I don’t even know if I could. Sure I’ve fantasized about other girls, but it’s always been you.”
I’m such a schmuck.
Alanna quirked an eyebrow slightly. “What if I want you to fuck other girls with me?”
Uh, what? Come again?
“Uhm,” I stumbled over my words and thoughts, “Yes?”
She just smiled and curled into me, her hands slipping around my back as she buried her face in my chest. After a long moment of silence she asked, “So who do you want first? We know a lot of hotties.”
************
We stood at the front bay window of our house, six roommates looking out at the torrential downpour. In all honesty we had needed the rain, but did it have to come on our Housemate Bonding Day? Beth, who had planned our outing, was forlornly holding the full picnic basket she had packed that morning when the sky had still been clear and blue.
“Monopoly?” Josh, our only other male housemate, asked the room.
We all groaned.
“Risk?” Josh loved board games and we had all played at least a few rounds with him since the start of the school year. His most recent suggestion was met with more groans. At least he wasn’t suggesting one of his strange non-mainstream I-bought-it-online-from-korea games.
“What about something cool like blackjack or poker?” Malena asked. We all raised our eyebrows and made ‘that’s a pretty good idea’ faces. Malena flashed her all american, girl next door smile and brushed a lock of her light brunette hair from her face. After Alanna, Malena had been on the top of my ‘would date’ list but I had never pursued her. Always telling myself it was because we lived together, deep down I’d known it was because I’d been holding out hope.
“How about we picnic inside and play cards?” I suggested. “We could move all the furniture and sit on the floor in the common area.”
“And drink,” Beth smiled, setting down the picnic basket. “Break out your booze, no flasks required.”
We all laughed and quickly got to work moving the couches as far to the outside of our little living room as possible, clearing the center of the room for Beth to spread out the classic red-and-white checked blanket. While Alanna, Ricki and Josh disappeared up to their rooms or the kitchen to grab alcohol, Malena and I helped Beth start setting out the food she had made up. It wasn’t a gourmet feast by any means, we were college students after all, but the sandwiches looked good and she had splurged a bit on chocolate bars and snack-sized bags of chips for us.
It only took a couple of minutes for us to be sitting in a circle and eating our sandwiches, red plastic cups filled with coke and our chosen liquor or a beer in every hand. I drained the last mouthful of my second beer as a boom of thunder rolled over the house, the weather outside unabating. “So,” I asked, “What are we going to play for? We need to bet something.”
“Snacks,” Ricki said, gesturing to the chocolate and chips laying in front of her crossed legs. “Anything unopened counts as a point.”
“Mmpgh,” Josh grunted indignantly, his mouth full from having just shoved a handful of chips in.
“I like it,” Alanna said, “Let’s divide everything evenly though. Josh is gonna lose fast enough.”
The girls snickered as Josh washed down his mouthful and started to say something before sighing and giving up. Instead he grabbed the deck of cards he had brought out from his room and started shuffling as we evened up the snack items – everyone got a combination of five bags of chips or chocolate bars once it was all doled out properly.
The first hand took a while to finish because, as it turned out, we needed to clarify the rules on several counts. We all knew what poker hands were generally, but when Beth said ‘hit me’ on her first turn we realized we needed to sort some things out.
“Alright, the game is five card draw,” Malena explained. “I learned from watching poker on TV so if anyone thinks I’m wrong, say something. We each get five cards face down, like we have now.” Josh had also assumed we were playing ‘regular’ poker and had dealt as such. “Once you look at your cards we do a round of betting. We won’t play with blinds or antes since we don’t have a lot of snacks for betting. After betting, we can each discard as many cards as we want and draw new cards to replace them. Another round of betting and then we reveal.”
We all nodded our tacit understanding of how we were going to play and the game was on. We had to reiterate the rules for ourselves a couple of times during the first hand and no one folded, so when Ricki turned over three of a kind she raked in twelve snacks, making her the rich bitch of the game.
“I knew it,” Josh said accusingly, “Ricki’s been too quiet, she’s trying to shark us.”
“I am not!” The brunette rugby player complained. “I got lucky.”
“Sure,” I teased, “We’ll see who ends up winning all the snacks.”
We all got our third, or in Beth and Alanna’s cases fourth, drinks together and Josh dealt the next hand. I had a pair of twos in hand with an ace high, which wasn’t great but had a bit of promise, so I tossed in my last bag of chips, leaving me with a pair of Mr. Big chocolate bars. Everyone but Josh also tossed in a snack, our dealer deciding to fold early. I tossed in my other two cards, keeping the twos and the ace, and had to hide my smile as I looked down at an eight and a second ace. Two pairs!
Alanna was leading the betting this hand and cautiously put in a second snack, forcing everyone but Ricki to raise and leave themselves with only one snack left. I was next and squinted at Alanna, trying to judge her reaction, but she just batted her eyes at me and made our roommates laugh.
“I call,” I said, tossing in one of my chocolate bars.
Malena, on my other side, folded. Ricki casually tossed in another bag of chips, her mound of winnings daunting on the floor beside her. Little Beth, her eyes darting from the pot to the hand of cards in front of her, played her tongue over her lip ring a few times before setting both of her remaining snacks into the pot. “All in?”
I groaned, echoed by Alanna. Ricki laughed and shrugged, not waiting to toss in another one of her snacks to match the bet. Technically it was Alanna’s turn, and she hemmed and hawed over whether to throw in her last snack. If either of us did and we lost, we were out of the game.
“I call, all in too,” She finally said, putting her last chocolate bar into the pile.
I looked to my cards again. Two pair, twos and aces. It was a good hand, but with both Alanna and Beth all in, what were the chances they had something better? I took a deep breath and glanced forlornly at my lone remaining Crunch bar. One more hand could keep me in the game. “I fold,” I groaned, tossing my cards face down to Josh.
“Alright,” he said, looking to the three girls still in the hand. “Let’s see who won.”
Beth flipped her cards, revealing two pair of eights and nines and I suppressed another groan; I would have beaten that hand. Ricki just shook her head and laughed, tossing her cards to Josh face down – she hadn’t beaten Beth. Alanna was grinning like a fiend though, turning over her cards. Three of a kind in fours, the winning hand.
“Whoo!” Alanna catcalled, reaching out and pulling her hefty pot back to her seat. “I’m rich I tell ya. Make it rain!” She tossed some bags of chips in the air as most of us laughed. Beth, sitting across the circle, was not pleased.
“Well I guess I’m out,” she sighed, taking the last sip of her rum and coke and starting to pour herself another.
“Aw, poor baby Piercings is all sad she lost.” Alanna called Beth ‘Piercings’ because she was fairly liberal with her body adornments. Sporting multiple piercings along the rim of each ear, Beth also had two small silver eyebrow rings, a septum piercing in her nose and her lip ring. She’d also shown off her tongue piercing before, though that one wasn’t readily apparent. “Don’t worry, I’ll spot you some snacks so you can keep playing, but it’s gonna cost you.”
Beth finished mixing her drink and rolled her eyes at Alanna, “Alright, I don’t just want to watch. What do you want?”
Alanna smirked and leaned into the circle, stage whispering, “I’ll give you three snacks for your bra.”
I know my reaction was something along the lines of raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips in surprise, and I saw Josh’s mouth hang open for a long moment as he tried to process the deal that was forming as well.
“Oooh, I’m gonna need another beer,” Malena laughed, handing another one to Ricki as well.
Beth was an outgoing girl and a tomboy – she played bass in our garage band along with Josh on vocals. Since I had met her in our first year of college she’d always been a troublemaker but I’d never seen her do something quite so risky as this. All she had on were a pair of knee-length shorts she’d made out of old skinny jeans, a man’s white wifebeater undershirt and a black bra. Her dark hair wasn’t even on her side for this since she kept it cut boyishly short and messy.
She clearly thought about it, stewing in her drink-fueled thoughts, pursing her lips to the side and squinting her eyes at Alanna. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
Just hearing Beth say those words had me adjusting my sitting position to accommodate the growth in my shorts. Beth sat up on her knees and reached behind her back, undoing her bra. She hesitated and then quickly took a long drink of her rum and coke before peeling the bra out from under her thin shirt and tossing it at Alanna.
Beth sat back and folded her arms under her breasts, “Happy?”
“Yes,” Josh said, grinning.
“Not you, thundercunt,” Beth said, slapping him on the arm from her position beside him. She had nice small boobs, probably a bit more than a handful, but the really interesting thing was that she clearly had both nipples pierced, the studs creating bumps on either side of her nipples.
“I just have one question,” Alanna said, still grinning.
“What’s that?” Beth asked.
“Are you pierced down below too?”
Beth blushed and cupped her tits, “No, I’m not a huge perv, just a little one.”
Everyone laughed and Josh picked up the cards, starting to shuffle while quite obviously distracted by the sight of Beth.
I leaned back and, seeing that everyone else was distracted by the almost-free boobs, looked to Alanna. She winked at me with a smirk, then nodded her head towards Malena and raised her eyebrows a couple of times. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves, knowing what she meant. It might have started with Beth, but Alanna’s goal was to get to Malena because she knew I had the hots for our roommate.
Malena was wearing an old black band shirt that had the arms and a lot of the sides cut out, making it into a sleeveless tee. The gaping sides gave tantalizing views of her thin abdomen and the round sides of her sports-bra covered breasts. Her white, stretchy yoga pants were skin tight and would have had me staring all day at the park if we had gone on our picnic like we had planned.
“Ok, enough staring you dorks,” Beth complained, covering up herself again. “Deal the hand, I need to win back some snacks.”
Josh dealt but was clearly distracted. I glanced at my cards, I had the eight, queen, king and ace of hearts, along with the four of clubs. It was nothing if I didn’t pick up anything good, or I could discard the four and hope for another heart to make a flush. Or, if I was really daring, I could get rid of the eight as well and hope for the jack and ten of hearts, making the royal flush.
I tossed in my lone Mr. Big, signalling I was all in for the hand, and everyone else tossed in something else as well. No one raised, so I discarded the four of clubs and waited for my card, deciding to play it safe and not go for the royal flush. Josh dealt it to me and my hand hovered over it for a moment on the red and white blanket. Any heart, I need any heart.
Peeking at the corner, my chest surged and I struggled not to make a noise. It was the three of hearts, giving me a flush. If I’d been able to, I would have been betting hard – as it was, Ricki raised the bet to two snacks, Alanna and Josh calling, though it put Josh at all in as well. Beth folded quickly, wanting to preserve her dwindling stash, and all eyes turned to Malena, who only had one snack left herself. She hummed and hawed over it for a long moment, glancing at Alanna and Ricki suspiciously. “All in,” she said, pushing her last bag of chips forward.
“That closes the bets,” Josh said, flipping over his cards. “Two pair, beat that.”
Alanna and Ricki both laughed, tossing their cards, and I grinned in victory, “Flush of hearts. The pot is mine.”
“What up mothafuckaaa’s!” Malena crowed, flipping her cards over dramatically. “Four of a kind bitches, I win.”
“Fuck,” I said, laughing at her antics. Malena was usually quieter and more demure, but was obviously comfortable with her friends and roommates in private more than she was at parties. I liked this side of her, even if it meant I was losing. It was a little more like Alanna.
“Ooh, talk about making it rain,” she giggled, pouring her winnings over her head and scooping them up into her lap. “Alright, boys. Who wants to stay in the game?”
Josh and I were both out of snacks, and judging by how enthused Malena was I had a feeling we were going to be paying to play.
“What do you want?” I asked a little cautiously.
“I will give you each.. hmmm… three snacks. But I want your pants!”
The other girls cheered and I looked across the circle to Josh, who shrugged back at me. We both stood up and I started to unbuckle my shorts as he did the same.
“Hold on, hold on,” Alanna said. “Before we do this, everyone finish your drinks.”
“Why?” asked Ricki.
“Just trust me, do it.”
Josh and I sat back down and we all finished off our drinks, several of us taking a deep breath to ward off the light headed rush we got. We’d been drinking fairly consistently since we started our late lunch and we probably all could have used a break instead of more.
“Ok, so here’s what I’m thinking,” Alanna said. “We’re headed that way anyways, so let’s just play strip poker.” The rest of us were quiet for a moment as we absorbed her proposal. “The way I figure it, we say no more folding. Worst hand or hands have to take something off.”
“What does the winner get?” Malena asked, but was quickly followed by Beth.
“What happens when you’re naked, are you out?”
“I dunno,” Alanna said. “If the loser’s naked, the winner dares them to do something?”
“I like it,” Malena said, smiling and clearly enjoying her mildly drunk state.
“Let’s do it,” Beth said, “Fuck, I’m practically halfway there already.”
Ricki just laughed and nodded.
Josh and I looked across the circle at each other again. People say that women can communicate silently, or married couples, or best friends. Alanna and I had our little unspoken conversations sometimes, but that usually had more to do with knowing how each other thought. Girls don’t get how bros have silent communication though. Looking at each other, Josh and I might as well have had a full conversation without even moving an eyebrow.
Dude.
Dude I know.
But dude, we’ll be naked in front of each other.
I know, and that’ll be weird. But dude.
Ok dude.
“Alright, I’m in,” I said.
Josh sighed dramatically, “Well I guess I can’t be the only party-pooper.”
“Speaking of party-pooper, time to drop them drawers,” Malena called in a silly fake southern drawl.
I got back up and quickly dropped my shorts, leaving me in a pair of stretchy briefs as the girls wolf whistled. Beth called, “Take ’em off!”
Sitting back down on the floor I tried to make sure I was ‘arranged’ to cover up any bulges I was sure to get in the near future. Josh’s turn, he stood up and quickly dropped his shorts as well, causing the entire room to start laughing.
“What?” he asked cluelessly.
I was just chuckling and shook my head, “Josh, you’re wearing tighty whiteys.”
“So? I grew up wearing fruit of the mother fucking loom. Why should I change just because they aren’t fashionable?”
“You are such a hipster!” Beth exclaimed as she tried to calm her own laughter.
“Whatever,” he said, sitting back down, crossing his hairy legs and giving me the unwelcome vision of his thinly covered crotch.
“Dude,” I said indignantly.
“Oh shut up and let me deal,” he retorted as the girls continued to giggle at how uncomfortable us guys were.
Josh dealt the hand and I looked down at… nothing. I had absolutely nothing. Everyone else around the circle seemed to be taking the game more seriously, the girls who had won no longer able to just bet frivolously. I discarded three cards, keeping the king of diamonds and jack of clubs, and got back nothing.
“God damn it,” I said, tossing my cards into the center of the blanket.
“Well I guess Austin is stripping,” Ricki laughed.
“Let’s see if anyone else is though,” Alanna countered, flipping over her cards to reveal a pair of threes. Each of the girls flipped over their cards, revealing one poker hand or another. Malena had a straight, Beth had three of a kind, and Ricki had two pairs.
Josh was busy facepalming himself. “I discarded the wrong card,” he muttered into his hands.
“No way,” Beth cackled.
“Uuugh,” he groaned.
“Boys strip!” Malena yelled, joined by Ricki as they pumped their arms in the air, causing Alanna to laugh and give me a shove. “Come on, Butthead. Let’s see your tits.”
I stood up and looked to the ceiling, groaning internally. Not three minutes ago this had sounded like a great idea. I started unbuttoning my shirt and Beth started singing, “Pour some sugar on meeee, in the name of love-” The other girls went wild and started singing along, the heat rising to my cheeks as I took off my shirt and tossed it at Beth in a wadded up ball, catching her right in the face. She rocked back, laughing hysterically, then rocked back up and pushed at Josh to get him moving.
He got the same treatment, the girls singing the chorus to the Def Leppard song until he pulled off his t-shirt, flashing his pale white chest covered in dark body hair.
“I think we’re gonna call you wolfman from now on,” Alanna joked as he sat down.
“Only if we can call Austin ‘the Cavern.’ His belly button is huge!” Ricki said, pointing to my stomach.
“What? No it isn’t,” I said, covering it.
“Well it’s not small,” Malena said, her nose scrunched up and her eyes flashing playfully.
“I think he sometimes keeps cheezies in there for a snack,” Alanna laughed, causing everyone else to as well.
“Ok, it’s really not that big,” Ricki said, seeing I wasn’t enjoying the teasing.
“Josh, you know the point of this game is to get the girls naked right?” I said, turning to him.
“Nah!” All the girls giggled at the same time.
“Josh, deal the hand.”
He did, and gave me two pair right off the bat. I wiped a little bit of sweat from my brow, my nervousness fading. There was no way I was going to have the worst hand now. I discarded my off card, hoping to maybe get a full house, but no such luck.
“Fuck,” Josh said after the discards and draw. “You gotta be- Come on. Uuuughh.”
“Are you for real?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m for real,” he snapped.
“Ok, everyone show your hands,” I said.
A pair of threes, a flush, a pair of sevens, three-of-a-kind nines and my two pair. Not a single loss by the girls.
Josh just sat, looking down at his worthless hand, stewing in his tighty-whiteys.
“Girls, go easy on him,” Alanna said, sensing our friend’s mood. “Josh, we won’t say anything as long as you promise not to when we need to strip.”
The other girls agreed quietly, the mood in the room changing slightly now that someone was going to reveal something ‘important.’ I was just glad it wasn’t me going first.
“Fine, guess it’s time to get into my birthday suit,” Josh grinned weakly, standing up and quickly shucking his underwear.
I tried not to look too hard at my friends dick, but when it’s just sort of out there like that… well, you look a little. He wasn’t hard and he was pretty hairy down there, so the whole package looked a little small. I could also see he was uncut.
“I- ah-” Josh said, his face red.
“Josh, just sit down and deal the cards,” I said.
“Right.” He did.
“You have a cute dick,” Beth told Josh.
“What?”
“It’s cute,” she reiterated. “I dunno, it’s nice. If you’d had a raging boner it would have been weird.”
“She’s right,” Malena said, a kind expression on her face.
Josh blushed a bit more and then started dealing the cards, his package just sort of sitting there as I tried to look at something else, my eyes landing on Malena or Beth’s tits or over to Alanna, who seemed utterly disinterested in Josh’s display.
Cards flew across the picnic blanket. I had a pair of sixes with an ace high, and after discards I drew a second ace, giving me two pair again. Phew, safe.
As we started flipping over cards I realized Josh was now playing to avoid dares. We hadn’t clarified any rules about that, and considering we were already playing strip poker I was more than a little concerned the girls would leverage us into doing something I was not interested in.
Josh didn’t lose though, his pair of nines keeping him from his first dare of the night. Instead, Beth swore as she turned over a blank hand, Malena grumbling beside me as she did the same.
“Looks like it’s time to take those pants off Beth,” Alanna teased with a grin.
“Ummm,” Beth blushed, “No, not quite yet.” She reached for the hem of her wifebeater, drawing it up over her stomach. I’m pretty sure my dick got hard at the same pace as that shirt lifted, but Alanna stopped her.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not gonna ask why you’re going shirt first, but I think we all deserve a little show here.”
“What?” Beth exclaimed. “Josh didn’t have to.”
“He was first though,” I cut in, “That was hard enough. Plus, you’re a lot prettier than he is.”
Beth blushed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, what do I have to do.”
“Just tease us a little first,” Alanna shrugged.
Beth rolled her head back and sighed, her tongue playing at her lip ring briefly before she brought her head back up and she was biting her lip. She took the front of her thin, stretchy shirt and tugged it down, her pierced nipples pushing against it prominently and her slightly darker areolae showing through as the neckline pulled lower and lower, her cleavage deepening until we could see most of her boobs, just the nipples covered by the white shoulder straps of the shirt. She jiggled her tits a bit and I realized my mouth was drying up because it was hanging open slightly.
She let go of her shirt and it bounced back up to cover her, but Beth was soon lifting the hem again, this time slowly dragging it across her stomach until it was bunched just under her boobs. “I feel so dumb,” she said, closing her eyes. “I’m not sexy like you girls.”
“I think you’re doin’ alright,” Ricki assured her, and when Beth returned her gaze Ricki glanced pointedly at Josh, who was casually trying to cover up the fact that he was now hard.
“You’re having an effect on Austin too,” Alanna laughed, pointing at the bulge in my briefs. “Not to mention I think you’re doing pretty well myself. And I’m the expert.”
Beth’s flush deepened and she quickly pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, her tits bouncing nicely as they were freed. Her skin was naturally pale and her areolae were a couple shades more tan, her nipples permanently protruding due to the pink barbells piercing them.
“Did they hurt?” Malena asked, cupping her own boobs through her shirt and bra.
“Not really,” Beth said, one hand coming up automatically to prod at one, “I mean it’s sort of like getting your ears pierced, so it hurts at first but it goes away, and then it makes you feel a little naughty whenever you brush against them and you feel them there.”
“Sounds sexy,” Alanna smiled, “Looks sexy too.”
“Thanks,” Beth smiled back weakly.
“Alright, Josh. Deal the cards,” Malena told our naked dealer.
“Whoa, hold on there, I think someone was trying to get out of her loss,” Alanna said.
Malena rolled her eyes and sighed, but it was with a grin and she scrunched up her nose, obviously playing around. “Well, you guys aren’t getting a show this time because the bra is coming off under the shirt.”
Alanna and Beth booed her as she started peeling the stretchy athletic bra from her body. It was a little awkward, which I was completely fine with because the large arm holes of her shirt gave me a great view as the bra peeled up and over her boobs, leaving them to swing free and bob around in shadow as she pulled the bra through the neck of her shirt.
“There, done,” she smiled proudly, placing the bra behind her.
“Yeah, no show at all,” Alanna said sarcastically.
Malena raised a confused eyebrow, then looked at me. My mouth was now definitely hanging open and I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was very hard under my briefs, the black stretchy fabric clearly framing my dick.
“You have really nice side boob,” Alanna filled in.
Malena blushed and crossed her arms over her boobs, “Oh my god, you weren’t supposed to see that yet.”
“Oh come on,” Beth said, “no way are you allowed to do that while my tits are out. You have way nicer boobs than me.”
“What? No,” Malena argued.
Ricki snorted, “I’ve seen your boobs before, Malena, and Beth is right. Your boobs are way nice.”
Malena’s eyebrows knotted as she frowned, “No, you and Alanna have bigger boobs and Beth you have your whole pierced punk girl thing going on. I just have…”
“Really, really nice boobs,” Ricki finished for her.
Malena rolled her eyes again and dropped her arms, my eyes immediately riveting to the few inches of tantalizing sideboob I could see. “Stop staring,” she laughed, slapping my arm lightly.
“Yeah,” Beth said, punching Josh in the arm as well, “Deal the cards, bozo. They’re just tits.”
“I’ll stop looking if you stop,” Josh grumbled as he gathered the cards, and Beth guiltily looked in the opposite direction of the dick she had been eyeing.
Cards. I had a good hand and managed a straight. After the discard and draws Josh sighed heavily, obviously pleased, while Malena looked down at her cards incredulously. “What the fuck?”
“No way am I the only loser,” she continued when we all revealed our hands. “No way. Aw man.” She sighed and glanced at me, our eyes meeting for a moment and she blushed. Her eyes moved down briefly to my underwear, and she stood. “Well, I guess it’s time to give you all a show.”
“Hold on,” Alanna said, getting up and taking a couple of steps so that she could whisper in Malena’s ear.
“What?” Malena asked. “Why?” Alanna whispered back, and Malena cocked her head, “Really?”
Alanna sat back down next to me, giving me a grin and an eyebrow wiggle.
“Our resident girl expert seems to think I shouldn’t take off my shirt,” Malena told everyone. “So blame her, cause I guess my pants are coming off.”
“What?” Josh asked, “That’s lame.”
“Hold on,” Alanna said, putting out a hand to stop his complaints. “‘Lena, knot your shirt in the back.” Malena cocked and eyebrow but followed Alanna’s instructions, baring an inch or so of her thin midriff above the high waisted yoga pants. “Alright, now spin around.”
“Yes, madam director,” Malena joked, slowly turning to give us all a chance to look at her legs and pert little ass clad in the skin-tight white fabric. Malena was a smaller girl than Alanna, her athleticism more graceful instead of powerful; if she wasn’t training for their Rugby team, Malena was doing yoga or tai chi in our little backyard. Her body was bikini-ready, with slim hips and sleek legs that met in a small but what I considered fantastic ass – the yoga pants she was wearing showing off the diamond gap below her crotch and between her thighs.
“Ok, now bend at the waist,” Alanna continued directing as we all watched. Malena followed the order, easily bending and letting her arms move out to balance herself as if she were doing one of her yoga moves. “Great, now arch your back.” She did and she looked amazing, her ass turned up and stretchy pants clinging to her, her mound pressing out from between her legs. I wanted to bury my face in her still-clothed ass.
“Now even I have to agree, that is hot,” Beth said.
“Yup,” Alanna agreed.
Malena looked over her shoulder sideways at me and I tore my eyes away from her booty. She quirked an eyebrow and scrunched her nose at me again, smiling as we locked eyes. Her long brunette hair was swept over her opposite shoulder, hanging loosely.
Wow, I mouthed to her and her smile grew a little broader.
“Alright, now reach back and peel your pants down slowly,” Alanna directed.
Dropping her head, Malena reached back and hooked the waistband of her pants with her fingers, slowly tugging the white fabric over the arch of her ass, revealing the white band of a string thong. The pants kept lowering, showing off more and more of her little apple ass, cheeks firm and pressing out against the tightly bundled fabric in her fingers. Because of the way her legs were positioned the string of her thong disappeared between her cheeks and there wasn’t a hint of view between them, but as the pants uncovered the rest of her ass her mound came into view and I could see the thong was pulled tightly against her, two lips clearly defined against the fabric.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, eyes roaming from the back of her thighs up to two small dimples just above her ass.
“Like what you see?” Malena asked, turning to me again.
“Uh-huh,” I managed.
“Happy?” she directed at Alanna.
“No, but that’ll do for now,” the more athletic, and fully dressed, blonde replied.
Malena turned and sat back down cross legged, her bare knee brushing mine as she closed the circle a little bit. The knot she had made to keep her shirt up was still in place, tightening the arm holes a bit so that I was seeing less side-boob.
“Alright,” Malena clapped, “Next hand, I want to see some more dongs.”
The girls all laughed and agreed, including Alanna. Josh was now clearly at full mast across the circle from me and had stopped bothering to even try and hide quite how aroused he was. “Well,” he said, “I guess you have to hope Austin loses then.”
“Pfft, there’s plenty of ways for us to see more of your dong,” Ricki said. “I can’t wait to give you a dare.”
Cards. I had a pair and discarded my other cards, managing to find three of a kind. I wasn’t paying as close attention to the cards any more, distracted as I was by the other things going on in the room.
“I had to open my stupid mouth,” Ricki laughed when she was revealed as the loser of the next hand. “Well, I know what’s coming off.”
She stood and turned around, shaking her butt at us. Ricki was wearing a simple orange spaghetti-string tank top that clung to her upper body and prominent tits along with some sort of cotton-like short shorts. Where Alanna had a thick and powerful body and Malena was thin and wonderfully toned, Ricki was somewhere in between. With some work and dedication she could probably have a physique like Malena with more curves, but as it was Ricki had a bit of flesh to her that definitely added to her ass, thighs and tits.
Bouncing her butt a few more times, Ricki looked over her shoulder at us all and winked before laughing out loud and pulling her shorts down to reveal a pair of tight boy-short cut panties. She twerked her ass a few more times, her meaty cheeks bouncing, then sat back down. “Not a hard decision considering what panties I had on, bitches.”
“That’s practically cheating,” Malena snorted.
“Hey, I didn’t know we’d be playing strip poker today. I was ready for a day at the park.” She sat crosslegged like Malena and it became apparent to those who looked that Ricki had what could only be called a ‘fat pussy,’ prominent lips pushing against the fabric of her pink spandex underwear. No one else said anything so I kept my mouth shut.
Cards. I had two pair off the hop and new I was safe again. Somehow Alanna managed to sneak another single pair by, remaining fully dressed, while Ricki and Malena both flopped with nothing.
“For real?” Ricki said. “I just lost one.”
“So? I just lost three of the last four hands!” Malena countered.
Ricki rolled her eyes and peeled off her shirt without even standing, “Whatever. At least I’ve still got my bra.”
“Not for long I bet,” snickered Beth. Now that I was looking over at her instead of being distracted by Alanna quietly snapping the elastic of my underwear behind my back or staring at Malena I realized Beth’s nipples were obviously standing out a bit more and I wondered if it was just from being in the open air or if she was getting turned on.
“Yeah well now I gotta pick,” Malena sighed, standing up. Her hands wavered, obviously unsure of whether she would rather take off her shirt or her thong. Finally she undid the knot on her shirt and slipped her arms inside, slowly lifting it over her head and revealing her tightly toned stomach with it’s cute little belly button, then the underside of her breasts. She stopped, teasing us as she looked around the group, then turned to Josh.
“Hey Josh,” she said in a sultry voice.
“Yeah,” he croaked, clearly mesmerized.
“Do you like lefty or righty?” She revealed one boob and then the other. While they may not have been as big as Alanna’s, which I had spent considerable time enjoying over the last two weeks, Ricki and Beth were right in saying they were pretty fantastic. Almost a little too large for her frame, they hung pleasantly with upturned pinkish nipples that were begging to get teased and played with.
“Both?” Josh said.
“Good answer,” Alanna laughed.
Malena sat back down next to me, one leg straight in front of her and the other crossed over her thigh, the bottom of her foot resting on the outside of my leg. I looked down at it, the slender arch and smooth skin, the way it was brushing against the hairs on my leg. As Josh dealt the next hand Malena and I glanced at each other at the same time and her lips, which were pressed together in a somewhat self conscious moment, turned into a little smile before we both got our cards.
Before I even looked at them I glanced to Alanna and she reflexively looked back, knowing without knowing that I wanted her attention. She glanced down and saw Malena’s foot on my leg and raised an eyebrow at me. I twitched one of my own in a, ‘is this okay?’ tiny gesture. She met my eyes and just barely nodded, more like just a slight raising of her eyebrows and gesture with her chin. The real answer was in her eyes, big and blue and piercing, as she looked from me to the nearly naked Malena, devouring the sight hungrily.
I looked at my cards and had a pair of eights with a king high, so I discarded the other two but got nothing useful back. That was alright though, because Josh grunted in disbelief, “God damn it.”