Three weeks later Mary called. She must have gotten my number from
Charlene, because I never gave it to her. I had thought about calling
her to see if she wanted to go out to a movie or something, but I just
didn’t know how to ask a girl out. I always found some excuse for
putting it off, and there were midterm exams to keep me occupied.
“Hi Larry, this is Mary,” she said. “How are you doing?”
“OK, how about you?” I replied.
“I am doing fine. I was calling to see if you were interested in another
poker game?”
As soon as I recognized her voice on the phone, I figured this was
what Mary was calling about. I had thought a lot about that strip poker
game in the last three weeks. I had very confused feeling about it. It
had certainly been exciting. Sharon was the first naked girl I had ever
seen in the flesh. I had lost count of how many times I masturbated in
the last three weeks thinking about Sharon’s breasts and naked body.
On the other hand, I had been stripped myself during the game. Mary,
and probably most of the others, had gotten a look at my erection,
when I quickly whipped my boxers off, before sitting down. I had
won the boxers back at the end of the game, but I had been very close
to losing this game and suffering the embarrassment of standing
completely naked in front of the four girls.
Should I risk playing another game with theses girls? I had studied
very hard how to play poker before the first game, and I thought I had
played very well, but it did not seem to help. If you do not get good
cards, there is very little you can do. You cannot really bluff in a game
where everyone had to show all their cards at the end.
Still I knew the odds should be in my favor. If the game was just pure
luck, there should be a 50/50 chance of a girl being the big loser and
only about a one in eight chance of me being the big loser. If I could
play poker better than most of the others in the game, then my odds
should be even better, but could I really play better? Mary seemed
pretty good at poker, and I suspect the girls had been practicing with
these rules quite a bit. Many of the girls in the game were engineering
students, and they probably knew how to figure out all of odds. Was I
in over my head trying to play strip poker using those rules they had
made up?
“Well, I really don’t know. I didn’t do that well last time, and I … I
just don’t think I’m a lucky person.”
“Oh, that’s silly, Larry. There is no such thing as lucky or unlucky
people,” Mary said. “If you play as well next time, you should do
much better.”
“Well….” I replied. “I’m really worried about how I played last time. I
thought about that last hand over and over. I could just as well ended
up stripped with Jim and George.”
“Oh, Larry,” Mary answered. “You told me you were sure you had me
beat, and you were right. You are good at reading people, and that’s
an important skill in poker. You could have been wrong, but you
weren’t. Don’t doubt yourself. You are good at it.”
“Well… I don’t know,” I answered. “Are you sure Sharon wants to
play after the last game.”
“Yes,” answered Mary, without any hesitation. “Sharon is very
interested in another game, and so are Kristen and Betty.”
“But why do you want me?” I asked. “You have already seen me in
my birthday suite, and besides, if I’m really a good player, why would
you want me in the game. Wouldn’t you rather have a poor players in
the game to improve your chances?”
“Larry, Larry, you don’t understand,” Mary replied. “We could play
strip poker the way kids do, only the low hand has to take off a piece
of clothes, but that is just a game of chance. Sharon, Kristen, and I, we
all want a real poker game but where we bet clothes instead of money.
We are looking for guys who aren’t afraid to bet their clothes against
us. For strip poker to be interesting there has to be a significant risk
that it is me who gets stripped. We don’t want guys that are so easy to
beat that it’s not a challenge. Yes that means we are going to lose
sometimes, but without that risk, strip poker would be boring. I want
you because you are a good player, who has proved he is not afraid to
bet his clothes. That’s why I want you.”
At least she had not said that she wanted me because I was safe. I still
could not tell if Mary liked me or just thought I was a safe person to
bring to a strip poker game. Something inside me wanted to go to this
game, but something also was warning me to say no.
“OK,” I heard myself say. “When is this game?”
Had I really just agreed to play another game?
“Well, we were thinking of next Friday night. Is that ok?” Mary
asked.
“Sure,” I answer, and we made arrangements to meet that Friday
night.
After I hung up the phone, I felt confused. The sensible sides of me
kept saying this was crazy, but something made me go ahead anyway.
Friday night I once again found myself sitting on the floor of the
converted master bedroom that was now Sharon and Kristen
apartment. Sharon, who was sitting just to my left this time, dealt the
first hand.
Much to my surprise, George had come back to play again. I
wondered what he would do this time if one of the girls lost. Kristen
apparently thought George would act reasonably. Jim had not come
back for this second game. Either he was too embarrassed after the
first game to play again, or Betty had decided not to invite him. Betty
had brought Joe, an average looking engineer type, who seemed very
eager to get started. The other new players were Cathy and Bill. Cathy
was a short girl with shoulder length light brown hair. Bill was also
short, but well built.
I picked up my cards and looked at them, and then looked at them
again. I had three aces, a jack and a queen. I couldn’t believe my good
luck. I looked at everyone else. Since Sharon had dealt, Bob was the
first to act, and he passed. So did Kristen and George, but Cathy
opened. Everyone else saw the bet.
I discarded 2 cards. Most people took three cards, but Bill and Joe
took two cards, and Bob took one. I looked at my two cards, a four
and a nine, no help. I looked around, trying to think who could have a
hand that would beat three aces. Cathy had opened, so she was the
first to act and she confidently bet one. Bill folded, but Betty studied
Cathy’s face, then tossed one chip into the pot to see the bet. Joe
looked at Betty, then picked up the three chips in front of him and
dropped them into the pot as a raise. Mary folded and now it was my
turn to act.
I looked at Joe. He had taken two cards, so he might have had three of
something before the draw. Cathy and Betty had taken three cards, so
a pair was the best they had before the draw. I had never played poker
with Cathy or Joe, but I was sure Betty would have raised if she had a
hand that could beat me. Bob worried me. He had passed rather than
opened, but took only one card. He must have been trying to fill a
straight or a flush. If he had made it, he would have me beat. I took
off my shoes and tossed them behind Sharon. “I’ll see the three, and I
raise five,” I announced. I pushed the three chips in front of me into
the pot, and Sharon put in five more from the bank.
Sharon folded and so did Bob. I was relieved. Bob did not have a
straight or flush. Kristen and George quickly folded. Now Cathy was
staring directly at me. She reached down and removed her shoes and
handed them to Sharon also. “I see the bet,” she said.
Betty looked at Cathy, then at me. “Too rich for me,” she said.
Joe had been studying both Cathy and me, and he hesitated, but
reluctantly removed his shoes. “I’ll see the bet too,” he said. “Ok
Larry. What have you got there?”
“Three aces,” I said, as I turned over my cards. This was met with a
groan from Joe and Cathy. As everyone laid down their hand, I saw
that Joe had three three’s and Cathy had two pair, kings and eight’s.
We looked around for the low hand and it turned out to be Bob, who
only had an Ace high. Bob had four diamonds, so I suspect he had
tried to draw to a flush, and failed. He must have figured with an ace
high he would not have the lowest hand, if he missed the flush.
I gathered in all the chips in the pot and tried to stack them in front of
me. Bob handed me his shoes, then gathered up the cards and began to
shuffle them for the next hand. Mary leaned over to whisper in my
ear. “Looks like your luck has improved, Larry.”
Bob began to deal out the cards and everyone tossed in their ante.
Cathy and Joe were both out of chips. Joe took off his socks and threw
them behind Sharon. Cathy was wearing panty hose. She had to stand
up and pull up her white dress to remove them, but Cathy was on the
opposite side of the circle, so I did not get any peek at her underpants.
I picked up my cards and found an ace, king, eight, seven and four.
Well, I couldn’t expect great cards every hand. Kristen was the first to
act, and she opened. Everyone else quickly saw the bet.
I drew three cards, and got a pair of eight’s. That should be good
enough to keep me from having the lowest hand.
Most others took three, except for Bob and Joe, who each took one,
and George who took two. The real surprise was Mary, who did not
take any. What did she have? A full house, a straight or flush seemed
most likely, unless she had something like two pair with a ace kicker,
but I thought Mary would have discarded the ace, so I discounted that.
Kristen had opened, so she was the first to act. She was studying her
cards carefully and pushed one chip forward. “I’ll open for one,” she
said.
Everyone folded around to Joe. He had taken only one card, so he
probably had two pair before the draw, and he was studying his cards
carefully. “I’ll see the bet,” he finally said.
Mary immediately removed her shoes and handed them to Sharon.
“I’m raising you five,” she said, pushing the last chip in front of her
towards the pot. Sharon added the five for Mary’s shoes.
I folded without another look at my cards and so did Sharon. Bob
thought about it for a second, but folded also. Now Kristen had to
decide what to do. She had opened, but taken three cards, so she must
have had at least a pair of jacks before the draw. Finally, she took off
her shoes and handed them to Sharon. What did she have that she was
betting against Mary’s probable full house, flush or straight?
Joe looked at Kristen and then at Mary. He had already lost shoes and
socks, so he would have to sell his shirt to see the bet. Joe shook his
head. “I fold,” he said.
“OK, Mary, what have you got?” Kristen spoke up.
“A straight,” replied Mary, as she laid down her cards.
Kristen moaned as see dropped her cards on the floor. She had two
pair, aces and queens. What had she been thinking when she bet? It
was a good hand, but when Mary drew no cards, it should have been
clear to Kristen that her hand was beaten. Had Kristen not been
paying attention when Mary didn’t discard any cards, or did she not
understand enough about poker to realize she was beaten? Maybe all
those hours reading poker books and practicing playing games were
worth something after all.
While I was trying to figure out Kristen’s logic, everyone else was
looking for the lowest hand.
“I think you have the lowest hand Bill,” Sharon said.
I looked down at Bill’s hand. It was a king high. Bill took off his
shoes and handed them to Mary. Kristen began to gather up the cards
for the next hand. I looked around and the chip stacks of the players.
Many players had only one chip left. Kristen and Betty had no chips
left, so some more clothes would have to come off this hand. Mary
and I, of course, had big stacks of chips by virtue of winning the first
two hands.
As Kristen started to deal out the cards, Betty took off her shoes and
handed them to Sharon, who gave her back five chips. Everyone put
one chip into the pot for an ante. When Kristen had finished dealing,
she stood up reached under her skirt and pulled off her panty hose,
dropping them in the pile behind Sharon. Sharon put one chip in the
ante and gave the other four to Kristen.
I picked up my cards and looked at three fours. A very good hand, but
would it hold up. Kristen had dealt, so the first to act was George.
Everyone passed around to me, so I opened for one. Everyone saw my
opening bet, but Sharon and George had to sell their shoes, and Bob
and Bill had to sell their socks to get chips.
I drew two cards, but they were no additional help. I still had three
fours. Sharon took one card, and everyone else took three cards. Since
I had opened the first round, I had to act first this round. From the
draws, Sharon had two pair before the draw, and everyone else had at
best a pair. Three fours might hold up as the best hand, but I wasn’t
sure. On the other hand I had a big stack of chips in front of me. If I
opened for five, that would force people to remove a piece of clothes
to find out if they had me beat.
“I open for five,” I said, trying to sound very confident.
Sharon turned and looked at me, shook her head and folded. Bob
looked at me carefully, then took off his shirt and tossed it in the pile
behind Sharon.
“I’ll see your bet,” he said.
Kristen looked at Bob and me. She was clearly thinking about betting.
She only had four chips in front of her, so she would have to sell her
gray sweater to the bank, if she wanted to bet. She frowned. “I fold,”
she said.
George and Cathy both folded, but Bill removed his shirt. “I will see
the bet,” Bill announced.
Betty was studying me carefully, then looked at Bob and Bill. She was
wearing baggy black pants and she rolled up her pants to remove her
shear socks and handed them to Sharon. “I’ll see the bet, also,” she
said.
That left Mary, who folded.
“OK, Larry, what have you got there this time,” Betty asked.
“Three fours,” I said.
“Not good enough,” Betty said excitedly. “Three tens.”
Bob and Bill both dropped their cards on the floor. I could see they
both had two pair.
I looked around to try to see who had the lowest hand.
“I’m afraid you have the lowest hand Cathy,” Kristen said.
“What,” Cathy said. “I have a pair of five’s. Somebody must be lower
than that.”
“No, a pair of five’s is the lowest hand,” said Kristen.
Cathy looked around at all the other hands on the floor until she was
convinced it was true. She shrugged her shoulders and stood up. She
removed her bright red belt, then unbuttoned her dress and stepped out
of it, revealing a white lacy bra and a half-slip. Cathy’s dress had been
lose fitting around the chest, but as she handed it to Betty I could
clearly see that she had nice size breasts. Not huge breast, but bigger
than Sharon’s, which were, of course, the only breasts I had ever seen
in the flesh.
Cathy sat back down, and looked around the circle at all the guys
staring at her bra. “Well I hope you are all enjoying the view,” she
said with a smile. “Come on, whose deal is it anyway.”
It was George’s deal. He started to gather up the cards and shuffle
them. Joe was all out of chips, and he removed his shirt and tossed it
behind Sharon to get enough chips to ante. Everyone pushed his or her
ante into the pot. I noticed that Cathy had anted her last chip, so her
slip was going to have to come off very shortly to stay in the game.
I picked up my cards, and looked at a pair of nines, an ace, a two and
a three. Not a great hand. Since George had dealt, Cathy was the first
to act, and she passed. Everyone else passed to me also. I passed, and
I was wondering if no one had an opening hand, but Kristen opened
for one. George immediately saw the bet, and then it was Cathy’s
turn. She was out of chips. She could of course fold, but that would up
the chances of having the lowest hand. She was clearly thinking about
it, but she finally stood up and slid the elastic bands of her white half-
slip down over her hips, revealing a low cut lacy white panty that was
solid in front but semi transparent on the sides. Cathy let the slip drop
to the floor and then quickly sat back down, and forced a smile, as
Sharon handed her five chips.
Everyone else quickly saw the bet. I wondered if I should keep the
ace, and only take two cards, but discarded the ace and took three.
Everyone else took three, except for Bob and Kristen, who took two. I
picked up my three cards and saw a third nine, plus and an ace and a
jack. Now this was better, but what about Kristen. She had opened
and only taken two cards. Did she have three of something? What
about Bob? He had passed, rather than open and then taken only two
cards. He must have had a low pair and kept an ace kicker, so he
probably did not have me beaten.
Kristen was the first to act, and much to my surprise she passed. If she
had three of anything, she would not have passed, so she must have
had a high pair, plus an ace kicker and did not improve the hand in the
draw. I was feeling surer I had the best hand. Everyone passed to me.
With the big stack of chips in front of me, I decided to open for five.
Sharon, sitting next to me, was studying me carefully. She stood up.
“I’m going to see your five, and raise you five,” she announced.
Sharon was wearing the same black dress as at the first game. So far
she had lost only her shoes, but to get ten chips, she would have to sell
her panty hose and dress. She unzipped the dress and let it fall to the
floor, revealing the same lacy black bra and half-slip I had seen at the
last game. Then she reached up under her slip and removed her panty
hose, and sat back down, with a big smile on her face.
What kind of hand did Sharon have? I had not been worrying about
her. She did not open, and she took three cards, but she must have
something now. My experience playing against Sharon in the first
game told me she probably had me beat. She might have seen the bet
with two pair or a lower three of a kind, but she would not be raising
with her dress if she did not have a very good hand.
Everyone else folded around to me. I looked at the big stack of chips I
still had in front of me. I was pretty sure that Sharon had me beat, but
I had a lot more chips in front of me, so I could raise back another
five, and force her to take off her slip to see my bet. Would she then
raise back with her bra? If she did, I could raise back and she would
have to bet her panties.
“I see your five and raise you five,” I heard myself saying.
All eyes turned to Sharon sitting next to me. Her blue eyes were
staring back at me. Sharon slowly stood up and wiggled out of her
black half-slip. She tossed it in the bank pile and sat down. “I’ll see
your bet,” she said, and then spread her cards on the floor. “I’ve got
three kings, what have you got Larry?”
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I spread out my cards. “Three
nines,” I said.
Sharon reached out and began gathering in the pot. I looked down at
my stack of chips. I still had fifteen or twenty chips, so I was not in
any immediate trouble, but still, Sharon had suckered me into losing
more than I should have lost by taking off her dress. I was mad at
myself for being taken in by that move. I guess I was lucky that
Sharon did not have the guts to raise with her bra at the end, or I
would have even fewer chips left.
People were now looking around to see who had the low hand. It
turned out to be Bill, who only had a queen high hand. Bill stood up
and removed his pants and handed them to Sharon, leaving Bill sitting
there in his underpants and undershirt.
It was now Cathy’s deal, and she slowly gathered up the cards,
shuffled them, and began to deal the next hand. Everyone put his or
her ante into the pot. I picked up my cards and looked at a big
nothing, an ace, eight, seven, three and a two.
The betting started with Bill, who passed. Betty also passed, but Joe
opened. Everyone else saw the bet, around to Kristen. Kristen was out
of chips, so she pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing a white
lacy bra. Kristen handed her sweater to Sharon and took the five
chips, tossing one into the pot. The remaining players all saw the bet.
I took three cards, and so did everyone else, except for Mary and Joe,
who took only two. I looked at my three cards, but they were not any
real help. I now had an ace, queen, eight, six and a three.
Joe, who had opened, passed on this betting round, but Mary pushed
five chips from her stack into the pot. “I open for five,” she said
confidentially.
I folded, of course, and so did Sharon and Bob. Kristen was studying
her cards, and then looked up at Mary. Kristen stood up, unzipped her
skirt, stepped out of it, and handed it to Sharon. Kristen was wearing
solid pink satin panties. Then to everyone amazement, Kristen
reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting her breasts fall
free. I heard a gasp from Joe. Kristen’s breasts were larger than
Sharon’s, and now that they were liberated from her bra, they dropped
and bounced as Kristen sat back down. “I raise you five,” she said.
Kristen sat up straighter, and pushed her breasts out, seeming to want
to make sure we all got a good look.
Everyone folded around to Mary, who was staring at Kristen’s eyes,
rather than her breasts. Mary coolly reached down to her stack of
chips and counted out ten of them. “I’ll see your five and raise another
five,” she announced.
Everyone turned to Kristen. She stood up and slowly slid her panties
down and stepped out of them. She then stood up holding the panties
out by her thumb and first finger for a few seconds, giving all of us a
clear view of her naked form. Then she sat back down, and tossed her
panties into the bank pile behind Sharon. “I’ll see your bet,” she said.
I couldn’t believe this. Kristen was acting very different than how I
remembered her from the last game. Mary spread her cards on the
floor. “I’ve got three sixes,” she said.
“Not good enough,” Kristen smiled. “Three tens.”
Kristen scooped up the chips in the pot and piled them in front of her.
She counted out fourteen chips and handed them to Sharon. “Sorry
guys, I have to buy my underwear back.”
Sharon reached back and found Kristen’s panties and bra and handed
them to Kristen. Kristen stood up and pulled her panties on quickly,
then slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and fitted the cups under
her breast, before reaching behind her to fasten it in back. “Shows
over,” she said as she sat back down.
I tuned and looked around. Like me, everyone had been staring at
Kristen. Now everyone laid his or her cards on the floor and we
looked around for the lowest hand. I had completely forgotten that I
only had an ace high hand and that could be the lowest hand. I
searched the other hands. George had an ace high also, but his second
card was a king, while mine was a queen, so it looked bad.
“Ohhh,” I heard Sharon groan next to me. I looked down at her hand.
She only had a king high hand. After raising with her slip on the
previous hand, Sharon was now in her underwear, so she had just lost
her bra to Kristen. Sharon stood up and reached back behind her,
struggling with her bra clasps. Finally, she got it unclipped, and
holding the bra against her breasts with one hand, threaded the straps
off first one shoulder then the other. Then she smiled, pushed her
chest out, and dropped her bra away revealing her perky breasts.
While Kristen’s larger breasts sagged slightly, Sharon’s smaller
breasts protruded from her chest like two mountains, that swayed back
and forth above my head as she wiggled her shoulders.
Sharon tossed her bra to Kristen and sat back down. “OK, shows are
over. Time for some of you guys to show a little.”
As it turned out, Sharon was right. Bob, George and Bill were all out
of chips. George just took off his socks and tossed them in the bank
pile. Bob stood up and took off his pants, collecting some whistles
from the girls at the bulge in his jockey shorts. Bill had already lost
his pants, so he removed his undershirt and tossed it over Sharon’s
head. It was Bill’s deal, so he gathered up the cards, and shuffled
them.
While waiting for the next hand, I kept sneaking glances to my right at
Sharon’s breasts. All I could think of was the Grand Teton Mountains
in Wyoming, which I had visited two summers earlier with my family.
Now I understood how those mountains got their name.
I picked up my cards and looked at a pair of kings, a ten, a five and a
four. Not bad, but far from a winner in this game. Betty was the first
to act and she opened.
Joe was out of chips, so he stood up and removed his pants. Joe also
had a big bulge in the front of his jockey shorts, which got some
catcalls before he sat down. Everyone else quickly saw the bet.
I took three cards and so did everyone except Bob and George, who
took two, and Betty, who took only one. I looked at my three new
cards, two aces and a jack. Now I had two pairs, aces and kings. A
nice hand, but I didn’t think it would be a winner.
Betty had opened and she started the betting for one. Joe and Mary
quickly folded. Betty had opened and taken only one card, so she had
two pair before the draw. My two pair probably beat her two pair, but
Bob and George had taken two cards, and might have three of a kind.
Betty had a bigger pile of chips than I did, so there was no way I was
going to get her to take anything off. I decided to just see the bet.
Bob immediately pulled off his undershirt and smiled. “I raise five,”
he said.
Everyone else folded back to Betty. My guess was that Bob had three
of kind and Betty two pair, so I figured that Betty and I were both
beaten. I didn’t know what Betty was thinking, but she had a big smile
on her face as she counted out ten chips to see Bob’s bet and raise him
five.
My chip stack was getting smaller and I could see no reason to stay in
this hand when I thought Bob had me beat, so I folded. Everyone now
looked at Bob. He was going to have to bet his underpants to win this
hand. Bob stood up and pulled his jockey shorts down, and stepped
out of them. Bob stood up and held his shorts out between his thumb
and first finger, mimicking the display by Kristen earlier, but with one
big difference. The one sticking out in front of Bob. Kristen had
proudly displayed her bush, and Bob was now showing off his
erection. Finally, he sat down, but made no real effort to hide his
erection.
I looked around at Mary and Betty. Their eyes were firmly fixed on
Bob’s erection sticking up between his legs. This game was really
different from the first game. Everyone had been shy and tried to
cover up as much as the rules allowed in the first game. This time
everyone was a bit of an exhibitionist.
“Ok, what have you got Betty,” Bob said, breaking the silence.
Betty laid down her cards without saying anything. She had a pair of
jacks and sevens.
“Not good enough,” Bob said, and laid down three aces.
Betty did not seem to mind at all. There was a little smile on her face,
and her eyes were looking at only one thing. I think Betty knew she
was beaten when she raised, but didn’t care. She got what she wanted.
Bob gathered in the pot. He handed seven chips to Sharon, and
grabbed his shorts back. He stood up and pulled them on. A big bulge
was still obvious as Bob sat back down.
“Sharon, I think you have the low hand again,” said Bob.
“What? I’ve got an ace high,” responded Sharon.
I looked around. Everyone had at least a pair of something. Sharon
was looking carefully too, and she could not find a lower hand either.
“Oh well,” she said, as she stood up. “A little show for the guys
before we take your shorts for good.”
Sharon pulled her black lace panties down and stepped out of them,
then held them up, just like Kristen and Bob had done earlier. Then
she tossed the panties across the circle to Betty, before sitting back
down.
Sharon still had a big stack of chips in front of her, so while naked,
she was not in immediate danger of losing, but if she got the low hand
again, she would be the big loser, so she had to be careful. Still after
having the low hand twice in a row, she should be OK for the rest of
the game.
It was Betty’s deal now, and she began to gather up the cards for the
next hand. As Betty shuffled and dealt the cards, people put their ante
into the pot.
Cathy was all out of chips, so she stood up and unfastened her bra,
which latched in front rather than the back, then paused for a second,
before quickly folding back the separated cups to reveal her breasts.
Cathy breasts were bigger and rounder than Sharon’s. Without the bra
to support them, they drooped just ever so slightly. Cathy dropped her
bra off first one arm and then the other, then she held both her hands
above her head making a V with her arms, and turned back and forth
so we could all get a good view, before she tossed the bra behind
Sharon and sat down.
This just kept getting better. So far I had only lost my shoes. Sharon
was sitting next to be naked as a jaybird flaunting the Grand Tetons at
me. Cathy was topless and her mammary glands were bouncing in
front of me. Earlier Kristen had shown us all of her.
I picked up and looked at my cards. They were the worst hand of the
night, a ten, eight, seven, six, and a three. I had better improve this
hand on the draw, or I was the low hand for sure. Joe was the first to
act, and he passed. Mary opened, and everyone quickly saw that bet. I
took three cards, and in an unusual development so did everyone else.
I picked up my three new cards. They were an eight, a nine and a six.
I had kept the ten and eight, so I now had a pair of eight’s. That
should be good enough to keep me away from worst hand.
Mary had opened the first round and was obviously thinking hard
about whether to bet here. Finally she picked up one chip. “I open for
one,” she said.
I folded immediately, and much to my surprise, so did everyone else.
Mary laid down her cards. “I had a pair of aces,” she said. The rest of
us put our cards on the floor and started to look for the low hand. I
wasn’t worried with a pair of eight’s. It turned out both George and
Cathy only had king high hands, but Cathy had a king, queen and
George had a king, jack, so George was the loser. Cathy had looked a
little worried that she had lost her panties, until she spotted George’s
hand. George shrugged, took off his shirt and handed it to Mary. Mary
had gathered in the pot, and now had a much bigger stack of chips
than I did.
Joe gathered up the cards and began to shuffle the next hand.
Everyone anted, and for George and Bill it was with their last chip.
George would have to sell his pants in this hand, and Bill would have
to sell his underpants! Cathy was not much better off than Bill, but she
had two more chips than Bill. It was beginning to look like bill would
be the big loser in about three more hands, but Cathy would lose her
panties before then. We were going to get to see a little more of
Cathy.
I picked up my hand. I had a pair of eight’s, a King a nine and a four.
Enough to keep me from losing, but that was all.
Mary was the first to act and she opened for one. Myself, Sharon, Bob
and Kristen all quickly followed suite, but George was out of chips.
He stood up and unfastened his pants and took them off. He sat back
down rather quickly, but the bulge in the front of his underpants was
obvious. George tossed his pants behind Sharon and got his chips
from her.
Cathy saw the bet, and then it was Bill’s turn.
“Well, I guess this is the moment you have been waiting for ladies,”
Bill said, as he stood up. Bill pulled down his underpants and stepped
out of them. He stood up dangling them between his thumb and
forefinger, while the girls gasp and giggled around me. Bill was very
well endowed and this had clearly impressed Mary and Sharon. Bill
tossed his underpants over Sharon’s head and sat down.
Betty and Joe quickly saw the bet. I discarded three cards. Most others
did too, but Bob took two, Mary took one and Betty did not take any
at all. I picked up my new cards, a king, queen and a ten. No real help.
All I had was just a pair of eight’s.
Mary, who had opened and drew only one card, must have two pair.
She was looking at Betty, who had taken no cards. Betty must have a
straight, flush or a full house. Mary had lots of chips in front of her,
and so did Betty. Mary finally opened for one chip.
I folded and so did Sharon. Bob was looking at both Mary and Betty.
He counted six chips, and said I see the bet and raise five. Bob had
drawn two cards, so he could have three of a kind, but that would not
beat any of the likely hands that Betty had. Could Bob have gotten a
full house on the draw or maybe four of a kind?
Everyone folded around to Betty. Without hesitation she picked up ten
chips. “I’ll raise you another five,” she said.
Mary then folded. She clearly knew that Betty had her beat.
Bob, while he was in his underpants, had a big stack of chips in front
of him, so he could easily see Betty’s bet and/or raise her back. He
was thinking about whether he should see this bet, and finally just
shrugged his shoulders and tossed in another five chips.
“Alright Betty, let’s see what you’ve got,” Bill said.
Betty laid down a full house, three queens and a pair of fours. Bob
shook his head and dropped his cards on the floor. They were three
sixes. Betty reached out to gather in the pot, when I heard a cry next
to me.
“Oh god, this can’t be true,” Sharon said. Sharon had a pair of two’s. I
scanned the other hands looking for something lower, but a pair of
seven’s was the next highest hand. The game was over, and Sharon
was the loser.
Sharon clearly did not like this development, but she was trying to
remain calm.
Kristen got up and went to the kitchenette area to get the timer. “Sorry
Sharon. I guess this wasn’t your day,” she said, as she came back.
We all started getting up off the floor. Bob and George started
arranging some chairs for all the guys to sit in while they watched
Sharon’s show. Of the players in the game, only Mary, Betty and
myself were still modestly dressed. Sharon had “lost” and was now
standing au naturel near the center of the room and nervously awaiting
her fate. Bill was equally lacking in clothes, and sitting against the
wall making some effort to cover up or control his problem. Cathy
was nearly as revealing, wearing only a pair of low cut white panties.
Kristen, Bob, George and Joe were all in their underwear. All three of
these guys were showing obvious bulges in their jockey shorts, and I
could see some moist patches forming as well.
“OK guys,” Kristen announced. “Remember the rules. Absolutely no
touching. I’m starting the timer now.”
“Alright Sharon,” George said, “down on the floor and spread those
legs wide.”
Sharon had obviously expected this. “I knew that was what you would
ask for,” she said, as she lay down in the center of the room, and
spread her legs very wide.
I had, of course, studied my fair share of Penthouse and Playboy in
the last few years, so I knew the basics of the female anatomy, but
seeing it in the flesh for the first time caused a very large bulge to
develop in my jeans. The guys, except for Bill, who was still playing
shy against the wall, went over to give Sharon a closer inspection.
Sharon reached down with her hands and spread her vagina lips to
give us a better view.
Sharon noticed that Bill was still sitting by the wall. “Come on Bill,”
she said. “You don’t want to miss your big chance here do you? Come
over and take a look.” The other girls giggled at this.
Bill, looking a little red in the face. “That’s ok,” he said. “Why don’t
you come over here.”
“That’s a good idea,” George said. “Sharon, go over and let poor Bill
get a good look between your legs too.”
Sharon got up off the floor and walked over to Bill. She spread her
legs in front of him and then reached down with both hands to spread
her vagina lips. “How is this Bill?” she asked.
“Very nice,” Bill replied.
“Well I seem to have gotten the attention of something there between
your legs,” Sharon laughed. This brought another giggle from the
girls.
“OK, leave Bill alone,” George said. “Kristen, can you put some
music on. Let’s see if Sharon can dance.”
George clearly remembered what the girls had made him do after the
last game and was extracting some measure of revenge.
Sharon could dance very well; at least I thought so. Her breasts
bounced and giggled as she moved to the music. George, Bob and Joe
seemed to like it too. Bill was still siting over by the wall, trying to
keep his things under control, and watching Sharon dance was not
helping.
I was leaning back in my chair, staring at the erect nipples of Sharon’s
breasts as they swayed to the music, when the kitchen timer went off,
signaling the end of the 10-minute penalty period. Suddenly the room
was filled with nude and semi-clothed people scrambling to find their
things. All I had to find was my shoes, and I was not in a big hurry to
find them. I was enjoying watching everyone else get dressed.
Mary came across the room and stood silently next to me. Mary was
staring around the room at the others as they got dressed too. After
most of the items had found their way from the floor to their original
owner, Mary and I set out looking for our shoes. It only took a minute
for each of us to locate our shoes, and then we were back outside in
the chilly night air.
“Wow! Three aces on the first hand,” Mary said. “Do you still think
you’re an unlucky person, Larry?”
“Well…I guess I was pretty lucky tonight,” I replied. “You did very
well yourself. In fact, you and Betty are the ones who have never lost
anything.”
“Well you certainly got to see what you came for this time, Larry,”
Mary said.
“Yes, and so did you,” I replied. “I saw the look on your face when
Bob and Bill dropped their shorts. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy
that.”
“Yes,” Marry giggled. “Bob and Bill both had some interesting points.
I noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off Sharon’s points of interest
too.”
“What about Kristen? She was the one who really changed the game
with that little act with her panties. Is she a closet exhibitionists or
something?”
“I don’t think she’s an exhibitionists. She was just making the best of
a bad situation,” Mary answered. “I don’t know how it is for guys,
but for a girl to bare it all in front of guys she doesn’t know real well,
takes a lot of guts. If you do it the way Kristen did it, at least you can
feel good about yourself; not like you just did something dirty. How
did you feel last game after you lost you shorts?”
“Ah…embarrassed,” I replied. All I could remember from losing my
shorts was the erection I had, and desperately trying to hide it with my
legs, but I wasn’t going to tell Mary that, so I changed the subject. “I
was thinking Kristen did that to distract the guys and get them to play
recklessly, so they would lose.”
“Well, I don’t think so,” replied Mary. “For one thing, Kristen’s not
that good at poker.”
“I noticed that too,” I interjected.
“You mean when Kristen bet against my straight,” asked Mary.
“Yes,” I said, “that seemed really silly to me. It was obvious you had
a better hand than she did, but she bet anyway.”
“It was obvious to you, but Kristen tends to focus too much on what
she has in her hand, and not pay much attention to what others are
doing,” Mary said. “I figured the game was over when Kristen went
all in against my three sixes, but that time she had the cards to beat
me. Speaking of playing recklessly, I noticed that Sharon suckered
you out of some chips, by just taking off her dress.”
“Well…yeah,” I said. “I think girls have an unfair advantage in this
game. When a girl starts to take off her clothes, the guys lose their
heads and start betting when they shouldn’t.”
Mary giggled. “Well it’s not just girls. Bob suckered Betty into
betting when she shouldn’t have by taking off his shorts, so guys can
do it too.”
“I forgot about that,” I replied.
“So did you like the game tonight?” Mary asked, after a slight pause.
“Of course,” I said. “What was not to like?”
Actually I had mixed feeling about the outcome. I was, of course, very
turned on, but I also, somehow, felt sorry for Sharon.
“I hope we weren’t too hard on Sharon,” I added.
Mary giggled. “Well, the girls had long discussions of what would
happen when one of us lost. You guys didn’t do anything that we
didn’t expect. As long as it’s like a visit to the gynecologist, we
figured we could handle that.”
“I am not so sure you would say that, if you had been the loser,
instead of Sharon,” I said.
“Well, I’ll talk with Sharon next week, but I think she will get over it
pretty quickly. She probably planning what she’s going to do next
game when one of the guys is the big loser.”
This seemed like a good place for me to change the subject, before we
got back to Mary’s dorm.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?” I asked.
“Well yes,” Mary stammered, somewhat surprised by the question. “I
mean not really. I promised some girls that I would go to movies with
them tomorrow night. I suppose I don’t really have to go…” Then
Mary smiled. “Or maybe you could come along with us. I think some
of the other girls are probably bringing guys, so you won’t be the only
guy. That sounds fun to me.”
This was not exactly the kind of date that I had in mind. On the other
hand it was progress. I had just asked a girl for a date, and she had,
more or less, said yes. We would be going to out with a big group,
which would probably be more girls than guys, but it certainly beat
hanging around the dorm on another Saturday night, and I was finally
going to go someplace other than a strip poker game with Mary. At
least that’s what I thought that night.