FIRST FUN AND GAMES
By Chris Warner (previously known
as Pen_Name_NZ)
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FIRST FUN
AND GAMES 1: MICHELLE
My name is David, and my friend Andrew and I have known each other forever (or
so it seems). We lived next door to each other during most of primary school.
While both of us have moved a few times since, we always lived not far from
each other until we finished university. Now we are in our late twenties and
live in different cities. But during the period of time I am going to tell you
about (when we were in our late teens) we were living with our respective
families in the same suburb.
Andrew and I have always been thought of as being like twins. We were in and
out of each other’s houses so often, we were
practically adopted into each other’s families. We hung out together all the
time at school, to the point that I doubt people could think of us as separate
people. As to our relationships with our classmates, we got on well with most
people. Our high school was a surprisingly friendly place. We had good senses
of humour, and most people thought we were a bit of a laugh. We got good
grades, and I guess we were a bit nerdy, but the teasing we got was fairly
good-natured. One time we were actually bullied by a couple of jerks for a few
weeks. Nothing dramatic happened to end it – it just became obvious that
everyone else wanted us left alone, and we were fine after that.
The thing was, during the first few years of high school, Andrew and I were
both becoming shorter. More accurately, we were both late developers. Our male
classmates were all getting taller, deeper voices, pubic hair, and girlfriends.
Andrew and I were being left behind according to all these criteria. As can
often happen, people stopped taking us seriously. The girls all thought we were
cute, but only in a “cuddly toy” kind of way. None of them seemed to consider
the idea of dating either of us. And as time went on, while everyone else’s
social lives started to include going to parties, no one thought to include us.
We just weren’t taken seriously.
At the start of our second last year of high school, when we had both just
turned 16, people would mistake us for 13 or 14. Then part way through that
year puberty caught up with Andrew, but it was quite a few more agonising
months before I started seeing any changes in myself. By that time, the die
seemed cast. I started to think of myself as a nice, good-humoured, reasonably
well liked freak - a misfit, doomed to be one of those childlike men. In the
end, we both ended up being reasonably tall, and I guess reasonably good
looking. However, by habit as much as anything, our place on the fringe of the
social scene remained much the same. My friendship with Andrew was still good,
but I wondered if it would survive a looming threat. You see, at the start of
our final year in high school, Andrew got himself a girlfriend.
Michelle was gorgeous. She was a year younger than us, and went to the local
single-sex school. She was petite, with longish wavy auburn hair. She reminded
me a lot of Alyson Hannigan. She was full of life,
with a great sense of humour. She could be cheeky and playful at times, while
at other times hold her own in intelligent conversations. To be honest, I was
incredibly jealous of Andrew, as I knew I was developing a strong crush on his
girl.
One moment among many stands out in my mind. A simple moment,
over in a few seconds. One day, when Michelle was wearing a simple
outfit of jeans and a shirt, she crouched down to pick the TV remote up off the
floor and I could clearly see the top of a g-string pop up over the top of her
jeans. My heart seemed to stop, and I had to fight hard to control my breathing.
On a girl who in all other respects seemed so innocent, the sight of it was
unbearably sexy. I had never imagined she would wear anything other than plain
sensible underwear, maybe with a bit of lace, or with pictures of flowers or
hearts. No other image since then of a woman in a g-string has ever matched
that moment for its sheer intensity.
When I say Michelle seemed innocent, that was true.
She could certainly be flirtatious at times, but if there was anything more
going on with Andrew it wasn’t obvious. She and Andrew were unbearably cute at
time. They would hold hands when walking or watch movies with their arms round
each other, or they would tickle each other and have play fights. They would
give each other little kisses, but nothing long or intense when I was around.
Sometimes I would be included in the tickling or play fights, which only
increased the feelings of torment I was feeling. As for other activities
between the two of them, I had absolutely no idea. Andrew never mentioned
anything to me, and although I was incredibly curious about what was going on,
I could never ask him about it.
This is normally the point of the story where one laments the loss of a
friendship as the friend forgets you exist because he’s always off with his
girlfriend. However, this was not the case. I saw a great deal of both of them.
One reason for this was that I had a car. Since I was thirteen I had been
working holidays at a retail store managed by my uncle, stacking shelves to
start with before slowly graduating to customer service. The other reason for
this was Michelle’s slightly protective mother, who didn’t like the idea of her
daughter spending too much time alone with one guy. Somehow it seemed safer to
her even with just one other guy tagging along. We would do normal kid’s stuff.
We watched videos at each other’s houses, we played minigolf,
we went swimming (man she looked hot in her bikini) and went bowling (she even
looked hot in bowling shoes – how smitten was I?).
Little did I know (although subconsciously a large part of me hoped) that these
relationships would lead to my first significant sexual experiences.
The turning point came when the three of us went camping after the end of the
school year.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 2: THE CAMPING TRIP
I’m still surprised that we were allowed to go camping together at all. I guess
there was no problem with Andrew and I going. We were eighteen, and although we
still lived under the watchful eye of our parents, we had both just finished
high school and were going to university next year. No one could have argued
that we shouldn’t go camping.
However, it could easily have been a different story for Andrew’s girlfriend
Michelle. She was a year younger than us, and let’s face
it, she was proposing to go camping with two guys. However, she and Andrew had
been going out for almost a year, and absolutely no alarm bells had been
ringing. There was no sign of drugs or drinking. Our school results were if
anything getting better, particularly Michelle’s. As for any “physical
relations” between the two of them, it was hard to be suspicious of them doing
anything. The three of us had been hanging out together for much of the year,
and we just seemed so tame, that our plan to go camping just flew in under the
radar.
Just so that you know, I’ll tell you a few details about how things work here
in
As I mentioned, sitting around getting drunk wasn’t really our thing. However,
for our trip we decided to buy a crate of beers and some wine to help enhance
the feeling that we were letting our hair down and leaving our childhoods
behind. We didn’t have to worry about carrying the weight of the drink.
Although
All in all, the set up was sweet, and our trip away would have been completely
relaxing if it hadn’t been for the ongoing tension I was feeling due to the
huge crush I had on Michelle. Things were going from bad to worse. We spent
most of the first afternoon in our swimsuits, and Michelle looked simply
luscious in her bikini. It was a fluorescent green that constantly drew the eye
to it. The triangles that made up the top were ideal for displaying her
moderate sized breasts, and while the top seemed well lined, the bulge caused
by her nipples could sometimes be detected. The sense of freedom we were all
feeling was having an effect on my friends. There was a fair amount of play
fighting in the water involving us all, but mostly between the two of them.
At one point that afternoon I suggested we crack open our first cans of beer,
which I went to get out of the cooler. As I returned they were locked in a
long, passionate kiss, and I could clearly see Andrew’s hands cupping
Michelle’s ass cheeks. I was quite stunned – this was the first time I had
witnessed anything so overtly sexual between them, and I wondered afresh about
what they might be getting up to when I wasn’t with them. I desperately wished
it were me, not Andrew, kissing and fondling her there in the water. There was
a few seconds of awkward silence when they became aware of my return. Then
Michelle giggled, pushed Andrew away, and grabbed a beer out of my hand. Andrew
was blushing.
Things were relatively normal for the rest of the evening. We got dressed
before dinner and had a few drinks, but our conversations become silly, not
sexual. As the fire died down, we started talking about plans for going to bed.
Specifically, we were planning how we would get changed and into our sleeping
bags modestly. The consensus was that Michelle would get changed first, and
then we would trust her to not peek at us while we changed. So Michelle
ventured into the tent. As Andrew and I sat there staring into the embers, I
looked up and noticed Michelle’s silhouette on the wall of the tent as she got
changed. There wasn’t anything remarkable about her changing the bottom half,
as she was sitting down, but changing the top half was something else. There
was the unmistakable image of her pulling her top off over her head and then
undoing her bra. For a few brief seconds she turned side on, and the shadow
from her breasts was heart stopping. I was transfixed. At this point Andrew
coughed meaningfully – I was caught. However, he had a huge grin on his face
and he just said “Nice, eh?”
I relaxed slightly and managed to reply “Very!”
Michelle, who was now pulling her pyjama top on over her head, hadn’t heard any
of this clearly and asked, “What are you saying?”
Andrew grinned at me again and replied, “Nothing.”
It was then Andrew’s and my turn to get ready for bed, which felt very awkward
for me. Firstly, I didn’t want Andrew to see that I had an erection from
watching his girlfriend get changed. And secondly, it was very weird to know
that all Michelle had to do was roll over in order to see me change. Just as I
was pulling my underpants off, suddenly Michelle whistled. I look up startled,
but Michelle was still facing the wall, giggling quietly to herself. She had
been having us on, and her timing had been incredible.
Andrew turned the light out and we made ourselves comfortable in our beds.
Naturally enough, Andrew was sleeping in the middle. Despite the beers, I was
too on edge to sleep as I ran through the events of the day in my mind. I could
picture Michelle in her bikini, and her silhouette on the tent wall. I recalled
Andrew’s hands on her bottom, and my own physical contact with her in the
water, mostly just contact with her arms and legs as we played. I even recalled
the times when she wandered off into the bushes to relieve herself. The
knowledge that she was doing something so intimate, in the outdoors, such a
short distance away with just a few shrubs separating us, was for me incredibly
sexy. My penis was rock hard, and my hand was absent-mindedly stroking it.
As I lay there, I became aware of other noises coming from my companions. They
were obviously trying extremely hard not to make any sound, but they were given
away by some quiet but steadily rhythmical rustling of their sleeping bags, and
some irregularities with their breathing, with the occasional quiet gasp. I had
no idea who was doing what to whom, or even if there was more than one of them
“active”. Again I felt a stab of jealousy, but at the same time I allowed
myself to picture Michelle in my mind and I focussed on the idea of her
becoming excited and receiving pleasure, even if it wasn’t me who was able to
give her this pleasure myself. My hand movements on my penis became more
purposeful, and it wasn’t long before I, with a desperate attempt to remain
silent, emptied a huge load into my sleeping bag. I did not hear whether or not
anyone else got off that night. The intensity of my climax, together with the
effects of the alcohol catching up with me, meant that I fell asleep almost
immediately, despite my wet sleeping bag.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 3: ATMOSPHERE CHANGE.
When I awoke the next morning, Andrew and Michelle were sleeping soundly. There
was no evidence of anything happening between them the previous night. Their
clothes and sleeping bags appeared as they should be. They weren’t even
touching each other as they lay there. I grabbed a few clothes out of my pack
and slipped out of the tent, still wrapped up in my sleeping bag. Once outside,
I quickly examined my pyjamas and sleeping bag for any embarrassing evidence of
my climax last night, but everything looked surprisingly normal. The colours
hid the evidence well.
Maybe it was because of the feeling of freedom being away from home in the
outdoors, or maybe it was more to do with the heightened sexual stirring I was
feeling, but my sense of relief was soon replaced by a sense of daring. With my
companions still fast asleep, and no one else within a mile of our campsite, I
had this incredible urge to go skinny-dipping. In an instant I had made up my
mind. Even though I felt a surge of fear go through me, and my heart was
pumping overtime, I knew I would regret it if I didn’t give it a go. Acting
with great haste, I took my clothes and my towel and arranged them at the
water’s edge. Then, following a very brief pause, I pulled my pyjamas off and
hurried into the water.
I hadn’t counted on the water being so cold, and I let out a few involuntary
gasps. Then, trying to swim as quietly as I could, I set myself the challenge
of swimming to the old fishing boat mooring near the point and back. As I
returned to the beach, I was just about to rush out and grab my towel when an
instinct made me take a closer look in the direction of the tent. Sure enough,
there looking out the doorway of the tent were Andrew and Michelle, with big
smiles on their faces. When they saw that I had spotted them, they both laughed
out loud.
“Having fun?” called Andrew.
“Forgotten something David?” laughed Michelle, pointing to a nearby log. Of
course there on the log, where I left it to dry last night, was my swimsuit.
As I hid in the water, and they laughed at me from the tent, we were at a bit
of an impasse. They had just woken up, and weren’t thinking too sharply yet.
That was soon to change. It was Andrew who suddenly realised “Hey, we should
grab his clothes.”
Michelle started clambering out of the tent and running towards my towel and
clothes. Of course I was far closer, but I had to move fast. Although the
shrinkage caused by the cold water meant I could probably cover myself with one
hand, I used both hands so as not to appear inadequate. When I reached my
clothes, Michelle was not far away. I made a quick decision not to grab the
towel, figuring that if she then grabbed my clothes I would be in a very
vulnerable position. So instead I turned by back (and bare bottom) towards
Michelle, grabbed my shorts, and pulled them with difficulty onto my wet body
just as Michelle reached me. She was laughing and cheering at my embarrassment,
which was only getting worse by the fact that my shorts were clinging to me
quite obscenely. She quickly grabbed my towel, my shirt and my underpants
(which again caused my heart to skip a beat knowing that she was holding
something so intimate of mine) and headed back to camp.
Michelle and Andrew insisted that breakfast could not wait another minute, so I
was forced to endure over half an hour more teasing before I could escape.
Michelle wanted me to tell her why I had decided to swim naked, and kept
recounting the dash for my clothes, including frequent claims that she had
“seen everything”. She even gave me a couple of playful smacks on my bottom.
With all of this my penis started to come back to life. I was very conscious of
it becoming erect in my shorts, which were still wet and clinging to me without
the added barrier of my underpants. At one point it was obvious she was staring
at my package, then she caught my eye and arched her eyebrows before giggling
again. Thankfully she didn’t say anything more as I was already blushing profusely.
However, it was obvious that she was becoming aware of the effect she was
having on me, and was relishing it.
After breakfast had finished, I indicated that I intended to go to the toilet.
Sensing that the time for teasing was over, they didn’t object when I grabbed
my towel and clothes and headed off into the bushes. As I disappeared, Andrew
called out “Don’t be long”, and I could hear Michelle giggle again. In normal
circumstances it would be uncharacteristic of Andrew to imply anything
suggestive. However, as things were developing, I was scared of being teased
some more if I took a suspicious amount of time getting dressed. So while the
temptation to masturbate was unbearable, I dressed and hurried back to camp
unfulfilled.
There was a definite change in the atmosphere that day. Whereas the previous
day we had gotten dressed during the breaks in the swimming, today Michelle
stayed in her bikini all day, even when she asked me to drive her down the road
to use the toilet. She and Andrew were very touchy-feely all day. His hands and
body were frequently brushing over her breasts or buttocks, and vice versa. It
was obvious there was no let up in anyone’s arousal. They continued to verbally
tease me during the day for my naked swim. Mostly this consisted of little
comments loaded with innuendo - comments like “You’ve got a great future ahead
of you in SHOW business”, or “I see your point, or at least I did this
morning”. It was all great fun, and it actually made me feel closer to them
rather than alienated from them.
With Michelle, it didn’t stop with just verbal teasing. Little touches
continued during the day, particularly when we were all swimming. At one point
we were playing piggy-in-the middle in the lake (another example of the
childish fun that characterised our friendships, which didn’t rely on alcohol).
Michelle, who was in the middle, kept backing into me, deliberately rubbing her
bottom into my crotch. On another occasion she was swimming through both
Andrew’s and my legs, and she deliberately rubbed the top of her head in my
crotch. From Andrew’s reaction, he was obviously getting the same treatment. As
the day went on, our attempts at concealing our ever-present erections were
becoming increasingly futile, and Michelle seemed to be revelling in seeing the
effectiveness of her words and actions.
Any doubts that these touches weren’t accidental were dispelled towards the end
of the afternoon when Michelle suddenly grabbed at my penis through my
swimsuit. “I just needed to check that you were appropriately dressed, young
man” she said in a school teacher voice. “The last thing we need is another
debacle like this morning.”
She looked me in the eye and held a serious expression for several seconds
before she dissolved into a fit of giggles and swam off towards Andrew. I was
both exhilarated and scared at the same time as I looked over towards them,
particularly at Andrew. I had no idea what his reaction would be. Although he
probably hadn’t been able to see her hand, he would have heard her comment and
made the logical guess. However, he was laughing along with Michelle, and
seemed particularly amused by the dumbfounded look on my face. I’m sure he was
probably thinking to himself “wow, aren’t I lucky to have such a hot
girlfriend?” And since he was still receiving far more attention from Michelle
than I was, he had every right to think that. However, I was still scared that
it might not take much for him to suddenly become jealous, with not just our
holiday but our whole friendship in ruins. It was this fear that ensured I
remained a perfect gentleman in my interactions with Michelle. While I was an
active participant in the verbal banter and innuendo, as much as I was dying to
I had not crossed the physical line of copping a feel or anything else either
of them might take offence to. This dilemma of how to act would be pushed to
the extreme that evening.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 4: A SWIM IN THE DARK.
Hunger and the sun lowering in the sky forced us out of the water to get
dressed and prepare the dinner. For the first time since Michelle had changed
into her bikini alone in the tent that morning, she started to cover up.
However, in the spirit of the day, she chose a far more risqué option that
continued to ratchet up the sexual tension in the camp. Quite simply, she
decided to get changed outside the tent. She pulled her T-shirt on over her
head and down to her waist. Then, before pushing her arms out through the
sleeves, she rummaged around inside the T-shirt and her bikini top dropped to
the ground. Her nipples poked out prominently through the material of her top,
and neither Andrew nor I did much to avoid the view. Michelle’s next step was
to grab a short skirt out of her bag and pull it on. Then, facing us, she
reached up carefully under the back of her skirt and pulled down her bikini
bottoms. Then, much to our continued astonishment, she immediately started
organizing our dinner.
If Andrew had accused me of ogling his girlfriend that evening, it would have
been impossible to deny the charge. My eyes were constantly drawn to the points
of her nipples, which seemed more prominent in her t-shirt than they had been
in her bikini. And it was agonising knowing that it was only the material of
her short skirt that stood between my eyes and a view of her naked pussy. While
I was desperate not to be caught staring, I was equally determined not to miss
anything, particularly whenever she sat down or stood up again. However,
Michelle was clearly a girl who knew how to get away with a short skirt.
Whenever I though I stood a chance of getting an eyeful, a deft turn of her
legs or a skilled hand on the skirt always denied me the view I was hoping for.
Once or twice she would catch my hopeful glances and give me a knowing smile,
secure in the knowledge that I was just a pawn in her games.
As Michelle and Andrew cooked the dinner I rebuilt the fire, and our supply of
alcohol was doing its part in maintaining a fun mood. We had two logs to sit
on, one on each side of the fire. It was getting darker as we sat down to eat.
Andrew sat on one log and I sat on the other. When Michelle came to sit down, I
was somewhat surprised when she sat down beside me. She began asking me a
series of questions. She started by asking regular questions, such as which
papers I was planning to do next year at university, places I’d been to on
holidays, and other stuff like that. I complained that this was feeling like an
interrogation, so we agreed to an informal arrangement of asking tit-for-tat
questions. Her questions started to get more personal, such as whether I had
ever had a girl friend (no) or had ever seriously kissed a girl (again no), and
had I ever viewed porn (yes). While this was going on her touching continued –
draping her arm over my shoulders for a time, and occasionally resting a hand
on my thigh. While I kept my questions for her fairly tame most of the time, I
did allow myself one or two more personal questions before I took a big risk
and asked her what her bra cup-size was. Her face turned red and she looked
down at the ground for a while before answering “They’re only a B”.
She looked nervously at me as if seeking reassurance, which prompted me to
blurt out “There’s nothing wrong with a B”. Michelle’s smile returned
immediately.
I began to worry about what Andrew was thinking of all this, as he had become
quite quiet. Then, with a sudden realization, I worked out exactly what was
going on. Michelle had been sitting with her legs apart, and Andrew from his
position opposite her was getting the full show that I had been denied even a
glimpse of. Considering how careful she had been with her skirt earlier, I had
no doubt her display was deliberate. My feelings of relief were drowned in
fresh pangs of jealousy as it hit home that she was definitely his girl, not
mine.
My bra size question had seemed to introduce a slight nervousness to our
gathering, so it was then that we noticed it was starting to cool off some more
now. Michelle announced that she was going to get into her sleeping bag. Sadly
the angle of the light this time denied us the shadow puppet display of the
previous evening. She rummaged around inside the tent for a few minutes before
coming out again wearing her pyjamas and inside her sleeping bag. She shuffled
over to the cooler to grab a beer, then came and sat down next to Andrew. We
decided to follow her lead, so a few minutes later we too were sitting by the
fire in our pyjamas and sleeping bags with fresh beers in our hands.
The added warmth and alcohol soon rekindled the conversation, and the questioning
resumed with Michelle referring back to my skinny-dipping adventure of that
morning. She cheekily stating that she had been wondering all day what
“cup-size” my underpants were. I was dumbfounded, and completely failed to come
up with either a serious or a funny response. The look on my face must have
been priceless, because they both burst into hysterical laughter.
Once they had composed themselves, I took the opportunity to ask Michelle if
she had ever been skinny-dipping before (not since early childhood), and she
asked both Andrew and I the same question with the same results. As the night
continued to get darker, Michelle pestered me to explain what made me want to
swim naked. While I steered clear of any mention of the sexual electricity I
had been feeling, I talked a bit about enjoying an enormous sense of freedom
due to leaving school and spending a few days away from my family and
responsibilities. I talked a bit about coming of age, and not wanting to regret
wasted opportunities. And as we talked, there was a growing realization that we
were all excited by the idea of skinny-dipping, to the point that we just knew
that it was going to happen. It was just a matter of working out who was brave
enough to initiate something.
It was so dark now that we knew that, beyond the range of the fire, it would be
nearly impossible to see anything. So when Michelle suggested that we just move
away from the fire to undress, Andrew and I protested that there was no point
in doing it if there was absolutely no chance of anyone seeing anyone else.
However, the idea of doing “1,2,3, go” seeming fraught with problems, with
everyone having the will they/won’t they doubts. The situation was resolved
when I suggested a game to help get things moving. After a brief discussion, it
was decided we would have a game of rock/paper/scissors. We were each wearing
two piece pyjamas and our sleeping bags. We decided that the loser of each hand
would lose one item. When a person lost their last item (presumably their
sleeping bag), they were to stand up next to the fire, drop their sleeping bag
and step out of it, and then run for safety into the darkness and the water.
With three handed rock/paper/scissors, each round finishes in one of three
scenarios. You can have a stalemate (with everyone choosing the same or with
everyone choosing differently), or one person can defeat the other two, or two
people can defeat the other one. Our game started with four stalemates before
any clothes came off. Andrew was our first loser, and he took off his top and
placed it next to him on the log. Michelle lost next, and decided to take off
her pyjama pants. Despite her mild exhibitionism during the day, we know
Michelle to be quite competitive. She had chosen the sensible option, as taking
off her top first would have meant risking the exposure of her breasts if she
were later trying to take off her pants inside her sleeping bag.
The next winner was Michelle, causing me to lose my top and Andrew his pants.
He was now just one loss away from being the first loser. This happened the
very next round, as I defeated them both with my scissors beating their paper.
We looked at Andrew expectantly. He took a few deep breaths before standing up
and quickly dropping his sleeping bag and scampering away. We both got a clear
view of his erect penis and then his buttocks as he headed off towards the
lake, and we clearly heard his screams as he hit the cold water. Michelle
whistled and cheered, while I enjoyed a good laugh at his expense. While I had
no particular interest in seeing his body, I was acutely aware that the next
loser would be giving a similar show to the winner. The stakes were high.
As I turned to face Michelle, I noticed that she had used the distraction to
remove her top. I inwardly cursed myself for missing this, because while seeing
Andrew run away naked had been amusing, this wouldn’t have compared with the
opportunity of watching Michelle trying to take off her top inside her sleeping
bag, trying not to give me a glimpse of her breasts.
“Right” she said bravely. “All I have to do is win twice in a row”. The game
began again with what seemed like a dozen stalemates. The tension continued to
mount, and Andrew began complaining loudly from the lake. As I mentioned,
Michelle can be competitive, and each round saw a fierce look of determination
on her face. Then it happened – I won! Her look of determination turned into a
look of horror as the loss hit home, and she let out an anguished groan. Then
the look of horror seemed to melt away as she accepted the loss, and the look
of confident flirtatiousness that she had been wearing for most of the day
started to light up her face. I knew she wasn’t going to back out now.
Michelle stood up and let her sleeping bag fall to her feet. She stood there in
the firelight for just a fraction of a second longer than one would have
expected, and the image of her body was etched into my brain. Her breasts stood
proud, and her nipples jutted out with excitement and/or coldness. The fuzz of
hair between her legs was just visible, although her stance and the poor light
denied any further detail. Then she was gone, running down the sand, her bottom
briefly visible before it was enveloped in the darkness. I could hear her make
what sounded like a war cry as she approached the water, but that soon turned
to screams when she got wet.
Once she was in the water, I got out of my sleeping bag and pulled off my
pants. Of course, Andrew and Michelle could see me from the water, and Michelle
let out a whistle for good measure, but I knew she was too far away to make out
any details. My erection seemed huge given the situation, but in reality it was
nothing more than a healthy average size.
I’m glad we already knew that the beach and the bed of the lake were safe
enough, because once I had gone a short distance from the fire it was extremely
difficult to see anything. Eventually my feet and then my legs got wet, and I
dropped into the water to get it over and done with. I didn’t scream like the
others had, but my whimpering caused by the sudden shock wasn’t any better. My
erection quickly disappeared, and the cold together with the effects of being
turned on for most of the day combined to cause intense pain in my balls.
Michelle had found Andrew by following the sound of his calls. I had worried
that they might want to be left alone, but their need to keep warm had
curtailed any immediate romantic urges. Instead, revenge was on their mind. As
I was between them and the fire, they could see where I was. Andrew said, “Get
him”, and they both pounced. I was wrestled under the water by them both, and
when I came up for air Andrew had me in a fairly effective grip, leaving
Michelle free to start tickling me with both hands. Her fingers danced over my
stomach and chest, including flicking my nipples a few times, and at other
times her hands wandered down my legs, mostly tickling behind my knees and down
further to my feet, but also occasionally tickling my inner thighs.
I had one hand free from Andrew’s grip, which meant I could choose between
trying to break his hold or trying to fend off Michelle. I chose the later, and
used my free hand to tickle her in return, which forced her to devote at least
one hand, and sometimes both, to defence. I mostly concentrated on her stomach
and sides. One of her legs was between my legs, and I could feel it rubbing on
my thigh just above my knee. Again, I felt an incredible dilemma in trying to
work out where the line was that I shouldn’t cross. Let’s face it, the
completely naked girl I was having a tickle fight with was my best friend’s
girl, and he was right there. At one point, pretty much by accident, my hand
found itself holding one of her breasts. It took me a second to work out what I
was holding, and I let go in horror fearing that she would complain. Instead,
she just put on her school teacher voice and said “Naughty, naughty boy!” while
at the same time her leg slid up between mine and her knee exerted telling
pressure on my groin for several seconds before she withdrew it.
Then as quickly as it had started, the play fight was over. Andrew released me
and grabbed Michelle instead. However, their embrace was more loving than
playful, and they started to kiss. I felt it was best to leave them to it. I
wandered back up the beach, dried off quickly in front of the dying fire,
wandered briefly into the bushes for a piss, and then climbed naked into my
sleeping bag and went inside the tent. My mind and body were in turmoil. I had
just touched my first breast, but it wasn’t me out there kissing the owner of
that breast.
FIRST FUN
AND GAMES 5: INTO THE TENT
Michelle and Andrew didn’t stay long in the water. The water would have quickly
sapped the heat generated by the tickle fight, and I could hear them
complaining about the cold as they dried off outside. It certainly didn’t seem
like they were bothering to conceal their nakedness from each other, and I
continued to curse my rotten luck that she was with him instead of me. Like I
had, they also wandered into the bushes to go to the toilet, and I could tell
that at least they still did that separately. Andrew came through the door of
the tent in his sleeping bag, followed closely by Michelle. He flopped down
onto the floor, and to my surprise, instead of lying down on the other side of
Andrew where she had slept the previous night, Michelle flopped down between
the two of us, just inches away from me. I was excited by the fact that she
might be naked in her sleeping bag, and my penis started to come back to life.
(It’s just as well I didn’t dwell on the fact they might have put their pyjamas
on, as I would then feel really silly in the morning).
I was lying very still on my side facing the middle of the tent. Although it
was almost totally dark, it is amazing what you can “see” using your senses. I
could sense Michelle roll over on top of Andrew, and I could hear them kissing,
passionately at times, while at other times quiet and sensitive. From the
rustling I could hear, it sounded like hands were exploring either inside or
outside of their sleeping bags. I wasn’t pretending to snore or anything like
that. I was just lying there silently, and I wondered if they just forget I was
there.
Eventually Michelle rolled off Andrew back to where she had been lying between
him and me. I was fairly sure that she was lying on her back. Their activities
did not end there. More from sound and movement than from sight, I was fairly
sure that Andrew’s hand was deep inside Michelle’s sleeping bag. And although I
had no way of knowing, I sensed that her hand was deep inside his. The pattern
was much the same as the previous night – rhythmical rustling and one or other
of them occasionally catching their breath.
Then something happened that caused me to catch my breath. Michelle’s hand on
the side closest to me suddenly landed on my shoulder. Then, incredibly slowly,
it inched its way across to my chest before heading south. I squirmed with
anticipating as her hand worked its way across my stomach. My penis, which was
already hard from listening to their activities, started to ache slightly. Her
fingers worked their way into my pubic hair, and spent what seemed like ages
gently rubbing my hair and pelvic bone, teasing me about whether or not she
would go the next step to where I really wanted it. I believed she was probably
smiling to herself again, giving me another reminder that I was just a pawn in
her games.
Then her hand finally completed its journey to my penis, and it was all I could
do not to gasp or moan out loud. Her hand explored it for a while, as if she
was surveying its size and shape. Her hand went down to my scrotum and balls,
then out to the tip. I know that Andrew and I are both circumcised, so there
was nothing too unusual for her to find. After she seemed satisfied with her
survey, she gripped it in her hand and started stroking it. The sensation was
amazing. Since infancy, the only hand that had touched my penis was my own, and
I figured I knew my way around it pretty well. But Michelle didn’t seem to be a
novice – she seemed to know exactly what would feel good, and I knew I wouldn’t
last long. I heard Andrew give an almost imperceptible groan following by sigh,
and I knew that he had reached his happy ending. However, I could sense that
his hand was still hard at work on Michelle. Her hand would falter and pause at
times as she became distracted by her own feelings.
With the events of the day, I’m surprised that I lasted as long as I did, which
still probably wasn’t more than just a few minutes. The pressure mounted until
I could hold it back no longer, before it exploded over the side of my stomach
and onto Michelle’s hand. The intensity of my orgasm was felt deep within my
balls, and I felt light headed and euphoric.
Michelle started slowly and deliberately wiping her hand on my chest. Then,
when she had cleaned herself sufficiently, she reached for my hand and took it
across to her mouth and gently kissed it. Then she returned my hand back to my
side, but I wouldn’t let her release it. Instead, I gave it a “thank you”
squeeze.
Michelle’s hand began squeezing mine back, but I felt it had less to do with
communicating with me than being a result of her own mounting excitement. As my
head cleared, I began to worry about whether or not I was expected to do
something in return. Did she want me to touch her now? What would she do if I
tried? Carefully I let go of her hand and let my hand wander slowly up towards
her shoulder on its way to her chest. Her answer came soon enough. Her free
hand intercepted mine, took it again to her mouth for a quick kiss, and then
returned it to me. At that moment her hand started squeezing my hand tightly,
and her arm was trembling. Her breathing, which had been very quiet but still
noticeably ragged, stopped completely for a moment before eventually resuming
in a slower and heavier fashion. She had been satisfied also.
Michelle let go of my hand and rolled over to kiss Andrew, and then settled
down with her arm across his body and her back to me. I lifted my hand up and
spent a few moments letting my hand gently caress her back and run through her
hair, as a gesture of gratitude to the woman who had given me my first sexual
experience. I was realistic enough to know that it was little more than charity
on her part. She was with Andrew, and I know that remained her preference. However,
for all the fun and games, there was still a genuine affection there between
us, a strange but very special bond. On one hand I wondered if I would ever get
over my crush on her. But on the other hand, I felt an inexplicable feeling of
release from its power. Although I was sure Andrew didn’t know what just went
on, and hadn’t had the opportunity to consent or protest, I felt a renewed
sense of how special my friendship with him was, and gratitude that he had
(albeit unknowingly) shared his girl with me. He certainly deserved to be happy
with her, and I knew I didn’t want to compete with him. As I drifted off to
sleep, I wondered if I would ever be as lucky in love as he was.
FIRST FUN
AND GAMES 6: KIRSTY
When I woke up the next morning, the final morning of our short camping
holiday, I found that both Andrew and Michelle had already woken and left the
tent. I thought that at least I didn’t have to worry about being teased for
being naked again, as I hadn’t put my pyjamas back on after our skinny-dipping
the previous evening.
The morning went uneventfully for us all, and no mention was made of the events
of the previous day. There had been a change in the weather, so none of us felt
like swimming. I had to do an evening shift at work starting that afternoon, so
we had to start packing up straight after breakfast. Any fears that there would
be awkwardness were quickly dispelled, as our conversations ranged happily over
TV and movies, music, school and university, parents, and food. It was like the
previous few days had just been a dream. The state of my sleeping bag, however,
testified to the fact it wasn’t a dream. I knew I would be putting on my dark
glasses and taking it to a dry cleaner on the other side of town and leaving it
with them under a false name.
My summer job limited the time we spent together over the holidays. Although I
now knew that Andrew and Michelle were sexually active when they were alone
together, they never avoided opportunities for the three of us to hang out
together. I still lusted after Michelle, some days more than others, so I could
never say that we had a brother/sister-like relationship, but its defining
characteristic was a strong bond of good old-fashioned affection. More
importantly, my friendship with Andrew was as strong as ever. My feelings of
envy and jealousy had mostly gone, to be replaced by more general feelings of
loneliness and incompleteness.
We all want to be considered sexually desirable, to be someone that other
people want to be sexual with. This was the need I felt with Michelle, and no
doubt the same applied to her. When I was younger I had assumed that if you
were in a secure relationship then you stopped worrying about what other people
thought of you. As I grew older, I knew enough to know that this wasn’t the
case. I could appreciate the thrill Michelle had gotten from knowing she was
turning me on. I was confident she was attracted to me, but her relationship
with Andrew was something special. This mutual recognition was enough for us
now, and reduced the need we felt to act on it. She and Andrew had their
special relationship, and I knew that sexual activity would never be enough in
itself for me. I wanted a special relationship too.
When I met Kirsty just a couple of months later, I
almost didn’t trust my attraction to her. I was a complex mixture of emotions.
Nothing about our camping trip had really affected my deep-seated belief that
women just didn’t consider me boyfriend material. If anything, I was more
conscious of a pervasive neediness. It seemed too easy for my first real
girlfriend to just be sitting across the table in a psychology lab.
Michelle had begun her last year at school in late January, and Andrew and I
started university in late February.
It was going to be weird adjusting to doing different classes to Andrew, so we
arranged to do one psychology paper together. Included in the course was a
weekly lab programme where we would attempt to replicate a variety of
experiments in groups of four. At the first lab, Andrew and I sat down together
at a table near the front, where we were joined by a guy from
Kirsty was a first year student from a small country
town about five hours away to the south. She had applied for a room in the
halls of residence (i.e. dorms) but had missed out, so she was boarding with an
older couple nearby where she slept in a room attached to their garage. She
didn’t really know anyone here. She was doing a variety of social science
papers, with the view to going on to become a social worker, or psychologist,
or similar. Kirsty was about the same height as me
(about 5’ 10”), with gorgeous curves enhancing her bust, waist, hips and bum.
She had long blond hair that she usually pulled back into a ponytail when in
class, but which she would style and wear down when going out.
Kirsty and I clicked right from the start. Our lab
experiments were full of laughter – a lot of it at the expense of poor old
Joseph who was sadly out of his depth. We mocked him in a good mannered way,
and then happily covered for him in our lab reports. Andrew kept on telling me
he thought Kirsty fancied me, and telling me I should
ask her out, but I wouldn’t believe him or follow his advice.
In the end it was Andrew who asked her out (so to speak). He told her that he
and Michelle and I were going ice skating, and did she want to come “to stop
David from getting lonely”. I was mortified. Not only had he taken the liberty
of making me a target for potential rejection, but he had invited her to go ice
skating. Ice skating was something that Andrew and Michelle and I still enjoyed
doing, but Kirsty had spoken several times about the
kinds of things she got up to with her old “drinking buddies” in her home town.
I assumed that she would laugh in our faces, so I was stunned when she readily
accepted.
We had fun too. Lots of fun. Our ice skating evening led to many other outings,
all of a similar harmless nature. Kirsty slotted
easily into our group and our unique sense of fun. Kirsty
and Michelle became very close, and started spending time together without us
guys. When all four of us were together, we seemed for all the world like two
couples double-dating. And after a while, Kirsty and
I started to see more of each other without the other two. However, while it
seemed that we were going out together, our relationship didn’t develop a
physical side. I was definitely attracted to her, but I wasn’t confident enough
to make a move on her. And as she seemed happy for things to stay platonic,
this just confirmed in my mind my fears that no woman would take me seriously.
FIRST FUN
AND GAMES 7: WORKING THINGS OUT.
Andrew and I never talked about sexual stuff. This may seem unusual, but it was
the way our friendship was. So I was surprised when he told me one day that I
was lucky to have Kirsty, and that I should thank her
on his behalf. I had no idea what this meant, but he wouldn’t elaborate. So the
next time I was around at Kirsty’s place, I told her
what Andrew had said. It turns out that Michelle had spoken to Kirsty about problems in her sex life with Andrew, and that
Kirsty had given her some great advice. It was this
that Andrew wanted to thank her for. Our conversation led to a deeper
discussion of Kirsty’s sexual past. She had been with
four different men, all of whom were a few years older than she had been.
In my mind, this discussion only confirmed my suspicion that she could never
really want a relationship with a boy like me, so I backed away from spending
so much time with her. I was therefore surprised when she rang me sounding
upset and asked me around for a talk. After a long and difficult conversation,
I soon realised that I had leapt to a number of wrong conclusions. It turns out
that she had regretted much of her sexual past. She had felt pressured, and
felt that she had lost her innocence too early. She had seen her relationship
with me as a perfect opportunity to start afresh, and she had genuinely enjoyed
our time together. She told me she had seen our relationship as something
really special. However, since our earlier discussion which caused me to back
off, she assumed that I thought of her as a slut. Apparently I had broken her
heart.
I started sharing some of my own experiences of relationships (or the lack
thereof), leading to my assumption that she couldn’t possibly fancy me. Finally
I asked her what she thought we should do about the mess we were in. Then, like
a scene in a corny romantic movie, Kirsty crossed the
room to where I was sitting, pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately. I
couldn’t believe it – a beautiful woman was kissing me because she wanted me.
In reality, I was more than happy with just that. However, things were to get
even better. When we came up for air, Kirsty sat me
down next to her on the bed and turned to me and said “David, I’m really keen
to take things slowly. However, you’ve been so wonderful to me, I realise I’ve
been unfair not to show you how much you mean to me”.
With that she pulled her top off over her head, and my gaze fell upon her full
breasts encased in a pink lace bra. She took my hand and placed it on her
breast and we started kissing again. As we lay back on the bed, Kirsty allowed my hands to roam all over her breasts, and
then down her back until I was groping her ass over the top of her jeans. Then
I returned my hands to her bra, slipping my hand inside one cup and then the
other to massage and gently tweak each nipple. I was in heaven, and I’m sure
she could tell by the feeling of my erection pressing into her thigh through my
jeans.
We kissed for about a quarter of an hour. Then suddenly Kirsty
stood up and pulled her top back on. “A huge part of me doesn’t want this to end,”
she said. “However, I’m serious when I say that I want to take things slowly.”
Then she giggled and added “If you want anything more tonight, you’ll have to
take care of it yourself when you get home.”
As I drove home, I wondered if I should resist the temptation to take things
into my own hands, in order to honour the purity of our relationship. Of
course, I didn’t resist the temptation at all.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 8: STRIP POKER
A few weeks later, Kirsty and I were out with Andrew
and Michelle. Physically, we were still somewhere near what the Americans call
second base, and we were quite content in ourselves. We kissed, and our hands
roamed all over each other’s bodies outside our clothes. Our hands would also
slip under the clothes on the top half, and I’d undone her bra a couple of
times, although the attempts were somewhat laughable and tended to ruin the
moment. We hadn’t ventured into each other’s underpants, and we hadn’t made
each other come. I was frequently going home bent over with sexual frustration.
On an emotional level however, Kirsty and I were now
closer than ever.
On one particular evening, the four of us had gone bowling. We had just
finished one game, and we were hanging around trying to decide whether or not
to play again. Kirsty and Michelle headed off to the
toilets together, and Andrew and I became aware that they were gone for a long
time. When they returned, Michelle dropped a bombshell.
“We want to play strip poker.”
Andrew and I kept on trying to ask if they were serious, but all they would do
was laugh and say yes, which still seemed like mixed messages to us. So we
thought, what the hell! We jumped into my car and drove with as much restraint
as I could muster to Kirsty’s place.
Kirsty’s sleepout was just
a single room with a bed, a couch, a desk and a few other small items of
furniture. A very short distance away was the back of the house that contained
the older couple she boarded with. Just inside the door was a toilet with a
basin that was pretty much used just by her, and a laundry that contained a
small fridge for her exclusive use. Beyond that was the family’s kitchen and
other living areas that Kirsty was free to use but
didn’t much (apart from the shower, of course).
Kirsty pulled the couch up to the bed and put a small
table in between. She and I sat on the bed, and the other two sat on the couch.
Kirsty shuffled a pack of cards and started to deal.
Now there isn’t the same culture of poker playing in
Although Andrew and I had been particular about the girls not putting on any
additional clothing once we got to Kirsty’s place, we
didn’t think to do a count up of clothes before we began. I remember looking at
the girls and thinking that they probably had a few more bits and pieces on
than we did. Having read a few stories on the internet in more recent years, I
noticed that many stories talk about everyone assuming that shoes and socks are
just one item of clothing, if they’re counted at all. I don’t know anywhere in
the real world where people would make that assumption. Andrew was the first
loser, and he took off one of his shoes, which set the tone for the game. We
did manage to convince the girls that they couldn’t count their jewellery. I
knew I had a total of eight pieces of clothing (jersey, shirt, jeans,
underpants, 2 shoes and 2 socks), and Andrew appeared to have the same. As for
the girls, I noted that both were wearing socks with their shoes, probably because
we had been going bowling. Not only did their bras give them an additional
item, but also they also tended to dress in a more layered way.
The card playing went quite quickly, but for a while the clothes seemed to be
coming off very slowly. It took forever to get through the shoes and socks, and
even then we still had jerseys and other items to deal with. As I suspected,
one of the girls (Michelle) had a surprise extra layer. Between her jersey and
her blouse she had a kind of vest. She had two more layers than either Andrew
or me. Of course, this kind of stripping always has women at a disadvantage. A
man can have only two items of clothing on (trousers and underpants) and he’s
still looking decent and feeling quite comfortable, whereas a woman can be
wearing three items of clothing and she’s already showing at least some of her
underwear.
All through the game, we kept on asking each other how far we were going to go.
Andrew was looking a bit nervous at times, and Kirsty
and Michelle kept constantly changing their minds about whether they would go
all the way or not. We certainly hadn’t developed any rules about how the game
would end or what would happen afterwards.
All of a sudden, after a long succession of safe stripping, the stakes suddenly
got a whole lot bigger. I was down to my last three items and would be baring
my chest next time I lost. Andrew, with his jersey on, was only one piece
better off. Michelle was doing well. She had taken off her jersey early because
she had felt hot, but she still had one sock on giving her a total of six items
left. Kirsty on the other hand only had four items
left, so she would be showing some underwear next time she lost.
The next loser was me, meaning that my shirt was next to go. The girls started
giggling and chanting “skin, skin, skin”. On any other occasion I wouldn’t
worry about baring my chest, but I could feel myself blush. What’s worse, the
odds were looking increasingly likely that I was going to be the first big
loser. Michelle lost her last sock next, but then it was Kirsty’s
turn to lose.
Andrew sat forward in his chair, but both he and I refrained from talking, too
scared that if we pushed too hard then she would refuse and we would see
nothing. It was Michelle who asked, “Are you going to do it?”
Kirsty was wearing a V-neck top, and replied to
Michelle’s question by slowly pulling it up over her head. She was wearing a
low-cut blue lace bra that presented her breasts in a very sexy way. I already
knew they were C cups (although sometimes D, depending on the bra
manufacturer). Andrew just sat and stared, and I remembered that apart from
Michelle he probably hadn’t seen a girl in her underwear in his life. Again it
was Michelle who spoke for us boys.
“Well done,” she said. “You are so brave.”
After a few moments reflection, however, she firmly went on, “While I think I
could probably show my underwear too, I don’t think I could go any further than
that. Sorry guys.”
While we were thinking through the implications of what Michelle had said, Andrew
dealt the next hand. He was the loser, and took off his jersey. He lost the
next hand also, thereby catching up to me by losing his shirt. However, I was
the next to lose.
I was wearing plain blue briefs under my jeans. While watching Kirsty take off her top had gotten me fully aroused,
watching Andrew baring his chest had taken the edge off my erection. As I undid
the fastenings on my jeans, I reflected on the irony of the situation I was in.
Andrew’s girlfriend Michelle had glimpsed my naked body several times on our
camping trip, and had brought me to climax with her hand in the dark, whereas
my girlfriend Kirsty had never seen me in my
underpants before. As I lowered my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them I
tried to catch Kirsty’s eye, but it was obvious her
eyes were focussed much lower down. As she checked me out, she was trying to
hold back a smile by nibbling on her lower lip. Michelle wasn’t trying to hold
back her smile. A recognised her cheeky grin as one I had seen many times
before.
As I sat back down on the edge of the bed, Kirsty
gave me a quick reassuring pat on the back. It didn’t do me much good though,
as I lost again the very next hand. This was it – the moment of truth.
I’ve found in a few internet stories that the male in these situations always
gets naked, sometimes even losing on purpose, in order to encourage the women
along. At the time (and even now when I look back), I could never see that idea
working in reality. Getting naked when no one else has any intention to do so
seemed like a sure path to humiliating myself. I looked around the room. Kirsty was sitting there in her bra with her arms
instinctively folded across her chest. Andrew was sitting in his jeans with his
chest bare looking distinctly uncomfortable. And Michelle hadn’t even lost the
vest she was wearing over the top of her blouse. I remembered what she had said
about not being willing to go any further than her underwear, and I made my
decision.
“If we know for sure that Michelle isn’t going to get naked, then I don’t think
I should be going all the way either.”
No one argued with me. Neither did anyone suggest the game should finish. The
cards were dealt again (including to me) and this time Kirsty
was the loser. She groaned in horror, but since we now had an apparent
consensus that we were all going as far as underwear and no further, no one
doubted that she would take off her trousers. She looked at me seeking
reassurance, and it did my best to try to make my smile radiate reassurance and
unconditional acceptance. Her trousers had a zip at the side, which she undid
without standing up. Raising her bum slightly off the bed, she pushed her
trousers down her legs and kicked them off. She was wearing a pair of simple
black cotton knickers that totally failed to match her bra. She felt the need
to explain that if she had known she would be showing her underwear, she would
have been more selective when she got dressed. I couldn’t help but feel proud
of her as she sat there. Although she is quite curvy in the waist and bum, her
stomach is reasonably flat and her thighs looked great also. I didn’t care that
Andrew was staring – she was certainly worth looking at.
Michelle lost her vest next, then Andrew lost his jeans. In between both Kirsty and I got losing hands, but these were just ignored
because we had nothing left that we were going to take off. The girls decided
to greet Andrew’s final strip with the full arsenal of cheers and whistles. I
thought they might scare away his erection, but I was wrong. He was wearing
green briefs, and he was so aroused that there was a gap between the elastic at
the front and his stomach. As he sat down, he leaned forward with his elbows on
his knees to minimise it.
At this point the game became a farce as we kept on dealing hands to everyone,
only to ignore the results if anyone other than Michelle lost. Of course it was
only a matter of time before she did lose. Her blouse unbuttoned at the front,
and slowly revealed a black lacy bra-like top with a couple of inches of extra lace
around the bottom of it. She has B cup breasts on a small lean frame, and looks
sensational. Even though things were going so well with Kirsty,
my lust for Michelle didn’t seem to have gone away.
Eventually, Michelle was dealt her final losing hand, and the removal of her
jeans would signal the end of the game. It was a fitting finale. Not only did
her underwear match, but her bra was matched by a black lace thong. Neither
Andrew nor myself could prevent ourselves from grinning. Even Kirsty felt the need to say “Wow, Michelle. You look hot.”
There was then a bit of an awkward silence, which was disturbed by Andrew’s
stomach rumbling. This broke the tension, and Kirsty
got up and opened a packet of biscuits.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 9: THE UNDERWEAR
It was nearly eleven at night, and there we were sitting in Kirsty’s
room in our underwear following our game of strip poker. Not only were we
hungry, but we were also thirsty and needing a toilet break. Of course, both
the drinks and the toilet were down the path at the main house. The house was
completely dark, and Kirsty said she was confident
that they were all asleep, so we dared her to go there and back in just her
underwear. The look in her eye made it seem likely she would accept, although
she argued with us until we all agreed that we would do the same if she went
first. She insisted that we turn off our light so she wouldn’t be obvious when
she went out through the door. Once the light was off, the door opened and she
was gone. After what felt like a long wait, she slipped back in through the
door carrying a bottle of Coke and some glasses. She had an exhilarated look on
her face, and she demanded that we all follow suit.
One by one we all made the dark underwear run to the house, and each of us
arrived back feeling a sense of relief and a heightened sense of excitement.
The Coke may also have helped the mood, as we all became a bit hyped up. I
wasn’t quite as surprised as I would normally have been when Andrew piped up,
“So are we going to play for the rest of these clothes or not?”
The conversation stopped dead, but then no one was saying no either. Michelle
and Kirsty were looking intently at each other, and
seemed to be having a long and involved conversation with just their eyes.
Suddenly they seemed to reach an agreement and Michelle turned to Andrew and
said, “Sure, what the hell.”
No one bothered to ask me if I wanted to play. I guess the girls assumed that
if they were willing to play, then of course I would too. Naturally I would
have agreed if I had been asked, but that was no comfort to me when I lost the
first hand.
I was stunned for a moment as I considered the implications of my situation. It
was during this pause that Michelle of all people took pity on me and came to
my rescue. She pointed out that it was unfair that the guys had only one piece
of underwear while the girls had two. She proposed that the guys should be able
to count their watches as an item of clothing instead. Of course, I could see
that this solution wasn’t going to be very fair on the girls, but I was just
grateful for the reprieve as I took off my watch.
Ironically, it was Michelle who was next to lose. She was every bit as stunned
as I had been, but this time there would be no reprieve. We all sat in tense
silence while Michelle decided what to do next. Slowly, we could see her
resolve strengthening. “Well, I guess I did agree to play,” she said as she
reached behind her to unhook her bra. She let it fall off her arms into her
lap. As her smallish pert breasts came into view, I was reminded of the time
when we were camping when I had told her there was nothing wrong with B cup
breasts. I certainly believed so now. Although Michelle was looking self
consciously down at the ground, she set a precedent by bravely resisting the
urge to cover up. Although I had seen them briefly before, I now had the
opportunity to fully admire them in all their glory.
The cards were dealt again, and the only victim was Andrew’s watch. Then the
next hand was dealt, and Michelle was again the loser.
Michelle’s luck couldn’t have been any worse. Not only was she the only one to
have lost any underwear at all, now she was going to be naked while the rest of
us remained as we were (apart from watches). Again the process was much the
same – the stunned silence, the growing resolve, then action. She quickly stood
up, pushed her thong down to her feet and sat down again. She kept her legs
close together, which prevented me from seeing anything particularly personal,
but again she made no other attempt to hide her body. When I had seen her by
the campfire, it had been impossible to tell what colour her pubic hair was. I
could clearly see now that it was auburn like the hair on her head. Again there
was silence. Then Michelle relaxed and gave us an evil laugh. “Well, it can’t
get any worse for me,” she said. “Time for you guys to show us your stuff.” She
was looking directly at me when she said this.
However, it was Kirsty who was the next to show. She
seemed deep in thought as she looked around the room at us all. “This may sound
crazy,” she said, “but I think I’m more self conscious about my breasts.” With
that she stood up as Michelle had just done and pushed her black panties down
past her knees, giving me my first fantastic view of her naked ass. It was over
in an instant as she sat back down the same as Michelle, with her knees
together but otherwise not covering up. From my seat beside her I could see her
pubic hair. She was blond, although it seemed darker than her head. Of course,
it doesn’t get as bleached by the sun.
The naked flesh on display was having a predictable effect on my erection,
which was straining against the material of my briefs. I just knew I would be
the next person naked. Surprisingly I lost with a pair of queens. I was expecting
Michelle to make it difficult for me, but she sat in patient although expectant
silence. I guess she had a fresh appreciation for how brave you needed to be,
even though we were all such good friends. It occurred to me that comparisons
might be made. I didn’t know how big Andrew was when he was erect, but I knew
that Michelle would be able to compare us very soon. And as for Kirsty, she had several former lovers to compare me to. She
and I were enjoying the fun and emotionally satisfying side of our relationship,
and had been postponing a lot of the physical. However, I certainly didn’t want
her to be disappointed when she saw me.
I reflected too on Michelle’s earlier rescue of me when I was in exactly this
position, and the fact that she ended up the first naked when it really should
have been me. I knew that there was nothing I could do to prevent comparisons,
so I decided to just go for it and make a little show out of it. With a deep
breath I stood up tall and slowly pulled the elastic at the front of my briefs
out and around the head of my erect penis, letting it snap back just below my
scrotum. Then I hooked my thumbs into each side on my hips, pushed them down to
my ankles, and stepped out of them. I then did a quick pirouette before taking
my seat again next to Kirsty on the bed.
There may not have been much I could have effectively done to conceal my
erection anyway, but in recognition of the girls who had stripped before me I
made no effort to conceal it. My pirouette had broken the tension, and Michelle
smiled and said “What a beauty.” Nice of her to say so, although it was Kirsty’s reaction I was looking for the most. Her response
was simple. She placed one hand on my back, and the other hand on my thigh just
above my knee, and leaned across to kiss me on the lips. Her smile said she was
happy with me.
The next hand saw me dealt the losing hand, then Michelle, as we waited to see
who out of Andrew and Kirsty would be next. It was Kirsty. Despite her earlier comment about being self
conscious about showing her breasts, she wasted no time. Like me just a moment
ago, she stood up before removing her bra, and then she did a pirouette before
sitting down again. From my spot next to her I could see them sag when the bra
came off, but they were still pointing outwards and looking sensational. I
mirrored her moves in returning her kiss. It was so tempting to lie her down on
the bed and stretch out beside her, but I managed to resist.
Michelle started dealing the cards, but Andrew stopped her. There was no point
playing the cards if there was only one result that would matter. Of course, Kirsty and my recent unveilings had raised the stakes for
Andrew. Michelle decided to raise them even further by claiming that since he
was the winner, he should stand on a victory dais to perform his victory strip.
Kirsty and I joined in with our encouragement, and
Andrew was persuaded to stand up on the little table facing Kirsty
and me. Then he hesitated, so without warning Michelle jumped up and yanked his
briefs down. Poor old Andrew was so surprised that he overbalanced and tumbled
backwards onto the couch. He ended up with his legs high in the air and his
penis and bum completely on display. The girls started to laugh uncontrollably.
It was pretty infectious so it wasn’t long before I joined in, and eventually
Andrew was laughing too.
Any remaining sense of modesty was soon forgotten, and when we all finally
recovered we all started gathering up our things like there was nothing unusual
about being naked. It was past midnight now. Although none of us had curfews,
Michelle was generally expected to be home by now. As usual, I would be driving
both her and Andrew home. As we were starting to sort out our clothes, Kirsty had the bright idea that everyone should get dressed
without their underwear. We argued that it was all right for her – she was
already at home. However, it was such a harmless idea that we all happily
agreed, pushing our underwear into our pockets once we were dressed. Kirsty didn’t bother getting dressed at all, and was still
naked when I kissed her goodnight. We clung to each other and kissed
passionately, and I could feel her naked breasts on my chest. Then she
whispered into my ear.
“If you come straight back after dropping off the other two, I will make it
worth your while”.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 10: STRIP POKER AFTERMATH
As I drove Michelle and Andrew home, they sat together in the back seat. From
what I could tell from the driver’s seat, they spent most of the journey
kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands, possibly enjoying
the fact that neither of them were wearing underwear
since getting dressed at the end of our strip poker game. However, the journey
to Michelle’s house wasn’t far, and I knew they wouldn’t dare do anything messy
in the back of my car. Therefore it didn’t surprise me at all that as Andrew
climbed into the front seat (having kissed Michelle goodnight at her door), he
moaned, “All revved up and nowhere to go.”
I resisted the urge to tell him that I did have somewhere to go. Kirsty had invited me to return to her place, saying it
would be worth my while. I dropped Andrew off at his house as quickly as I
could without raising his suspicions and hurried back to Kirsty’s,
trembling with excitement.
As I let myself in through the door of her sleepout,
I was immediately struck by the change in lighting. Kirsty
had managed to find about a dozen candles, which gave the room a warm glow. The
room was very warm, and I immediately pulled off my jersey. The next thing I noticed
when my eyes adjusted to the dark was Kirsty
reclining seductively on the bed. She had put her bra back on, and this time
she was wearing the matching panties – blue lace high-cut knickers that made
her legs look impossibly long. She was totally sexy.
“Do you think this outfit looks more appropriate?” she asked. As often happens
I thought too much about the question. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to
comment about the fact that she was now wearing matching underwear, or the fact
that she had chosen to go from completely naked to wearing underwear again. I
was lost for words, so I decided to resolve the problem by simply lying down
next to her and kissing her. She seemed happy with this response.
My happiness with the situation started causing me immediate problems. My penis
tried to spring to attention, but I wasn’t wearing my customary briefs and my
erection was stuck down one leg of my jeans, causing me a great deal of
discomfort. I was forced to squirm about and forcibly manipulate the front of my
jeans with my hands – not a good look! Once Kirsty
worked out what my problem was she giggled and said, “My poor boy. Let me help
you with that.” With that she reached down and deftly loosened my belt and fly.
The combination of my rearranging and having no underwear on meant that my
penis sprang immediately out of my pants, and Kirsty
took it in hand for the very first time.
I gasped with excitement, but I was also concerned. “Are you sure you want to
do this?”
“Shh! Don’t be silly! I want this every bit as much
as you do. Do you have any condoms?”
I was taken by surprise. I had never come close to needing a condom in my whole
life, and I had only seen them in sex education at school. “No,” I replied.
“Then the only thing I’m not ready to do is have intercourse with you.”
With that she got up and sat across my thighs, with her panty-clad pussy just
inches from my erection, which was standing up between us. She leaned forward
and started undoing my shirt buttons from the top. Starting at her hips I ran my
hands up her sides and then onto her chest, massaging her breasts through her
bra. As she worked her way down to the buttons at the bottom of my shirt she
moved further and further away, until all I could do was stroke her kneecaps
with the tips of my fingers. She finished my buttons, and moving lower still
she grabbed my jeans and dragged them down to my ankles and off over my feet.
As I lay there on my back she gently pushed my legs apart and knelt between
them. She took my penis in her hand and lowered her head towards it. Her hair
fell forward and obscured my view as she firmly licked her way up the underside
of my erection before taking it deep into her mouth. The pleasure I was feeling
was intense, and I felt my penis start to twitch. I started to panic at the
idea that it would all be over so soon, and this panic came through clearly in
my voice as I practically ordered her to stop.
Kirsty smiled knowingly. “What’s wrong David? Don’t
you like that?” she teased.
“You know that’s not the problem. I just wanted to make it last.”
Her smile took on a hungrier look. “Well, what do you suggest?”
I sat up and faced her as she knelt in the space between my legs. After
slipping my open shirt off my shoulders I leaned towards her and kissed her
gently on the lips before slowly increasing the intensity. Our lips parted, and
our tongues started playing together. I reached around behind her back and
using both hands I undid her bra without any trouble and pulled it forward down
her arms. Then, putting my arms around her waist, I pretty much dragged her
around and lay her down on her back. I manoeuvred myself until we had entirely
reversed our positions. Throughout this manoeuvre, and while I knelt between
her legs, I took great care to not let my penis touch anything. I felt as if I
was still right on the edge of coming, and I wanted to ease off and recover.
Leaning forward and holding myself up with my arms, I kissed Kirsty on the mouth again as she lay beneath me. I admit
though that I was impatient to move my attention down her body, so almost
immediately I moved my kisses down her neck to her breasts. Using my elbows to
support me, while at the same time keeping my bum and pelvis up in the air, I
started to lick and suck on her nipples and breasts. Kirsty
encouraged me along with a few sexy moans. I have no idea how long I spent on
her breasts, but I know I tried not to rush it. However, and I know how totally
predictable this is, I eventually started kissing my way down to her lacy blue
panties.
Now while this was the first time I had ever intimately touched a (near) naked
woman, I wasn’t a complete innocent. In addition to sex education at school, I
also had the “benefit” of reading any number of Penthouse magazines that had
circulated through our school. These were the days before the internet became
so prevalent – our home computer didn’t even have a modem. I had also seen a
couple of porn videos a year earlier when I had stayed at my cousin’s place. So
after I had removed Kirsty’s panties and had my face
inches away from her pussy, I wasn’t totally unprepared for the task that lay
ahead of me.
My “education” had prepared me for the fact that she was damp down there, which
I took as a very encouraging sign, but it didn’t prepare me for the smell or
the taste. Neither was particularly unpleasant, but I wouldn’t have used words
like “nectar” to describe it. I had a few slightly confused moments as I
mentally compared the drawing of a vagina in the textbooks to the reality in
front of my eyes. I gently started licking her labia, running my tongue up to
the top where I knew I should find her clitoris. I also started to insert a
finger into her vagina, but this wasn’t as easy as I had expected. I figured
that the vagina would be easy to find. After all, it’s designed to take things
larger than just one finger. However, Kirsty’s pussy
lips were like a stage curtain, and I fumbled around quite a bit until I found
the opening and went in.
One thing I had no idea about was how forceful I should be. I really didn’t
want to hurt her, so I ended up just gently kissing and licking her, while at
the same time gently stroking her with my finger. After a while this prompted Kirsty to tell me, “Don’t be afraid of it, David. Go for
it!”
Go for it I did. Kirsty started encouraging me vocally
with “Oh yeah” and “That’s it” and numerous moans, so I felt as if I was
putting in a good performance. Still, my “education” had not prepared me for
how long it would take. The women in the Penthouse letters seemed to come
almost immediately, while the women in the videos appeared to be coming all the
time, even when they were barely touching. At times my tongue became sore and
needed resting, so I continued using just my fingers. Surprisingly, too, my
erection started to soften.
After I don’t know how long, Kirsty started to
climax. Her breathing became quicker and shallower, then the muscles in her
stomach and legs started to tighten. Then she gasped and started shaking. Her
vocalisations had stopped during her build up, presumably as she became more focused
on her own body’s responses. As she came down from her peak she gently pushed
my head away to let me know I should stop. She then gave me a huge grin and
said “Bingo!”
I moved up to lie down beside her, and we hugged each other close. My penis was
rubbing against her thigh, and then she turned slightly and I could feel it
touching her pubic hair. It started to swell again immediately. Kirsty moved her hand down and gently grasped it.
“Are you ready now?”
“Definitely.”
“Do you want to go for an extra credit?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you get me to come again while I see to your needs, I’ll give you a glowing
reference.”
She explained that women were usually very sensitive after an orgasm – often
too sensitive to be touched. But if someone continues to stimulate them very
gently, some women then build quickly to more orgasms. She stood up and then
lay down with her head near my hips and her own hips near my head. She took my
penis into her mouth and the movement of her head and tongue soon had me building
to my own orgasm. I valiantly tried to pleasure her at the same time, but I
found this very difficult. Her pussy was now the other way up, and it was hard
to concentrate my tongue on her clitoris. The feelings I was getting from her
mouth completely overpowered my brain, and I lost all sense of coordination. It
wasn’t long before I reached the point of no return. I didn’t know what Kirsty expected me to do when I came, so the only warnings
she had were the telltale signs of my muscles tightening. She didn’t pull her
head away, and I felt a bizarre feeling of gratitude when I saw her swallowing
it down. When I had finished, she got up and turned back around so that we both
had our heads on the pillows.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I completely failed on the extra credit.”
“Don’t worry about that,” she replied. “It’s never happened for me any other
time, so it might not be possible for me anyway. David, you were wonderful. I
couldn’t have asked for better.”
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too.”
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 11: STRIP POKER CONSEQUENCES
According to any romantic story, we would have drifted off to sleep in each
other’s arms. In reality, we both needed to go to the toilet again, although
I’m happy to report that anyone hiding in the bushes would have seen a naked
woman, and then a naked man, running up the path to the house and back. In the
romantic story, we would have spent the entire night blissfully entwined. In
reality, we slept really badly. We started off doing the romantic thing, but
neither of us was accustomed to sharing a bed. Even when we rolled apart, we
found that a double bed isn’t really all that big when you’re used to sleeping
alone. I felt I had less room in bed with Kirsty than
when I sleep alone in my single bed at home. And in any other story than this
one, we would have done it again the next morning.
I awoke with the sickening realisation that my parents thought I would come
home before midnight last night. It wasn’t a rule or anything, but I knew they
would be worried and would blame me for that. I hurried home to face them, and
it was pretty bad. My mother said exactly what I expected – that although I was
old enough to be responsible for myself, while I was living with them they
should have the right to at least know that I was safe. She said that they
would prefer a phone call in the middle of the night rather than lying awake
worrying. She demanded to know where I had been, so I came clean and admitted I
had spent the night with Kirsty. With that she just
went “Huh” and the conversation ended. I made some breakfast and took it to my
bedroom to eat. The worst was yet to come. My dad came in looking sheepish,
obviously pushed into it by mum, and proceeded to subject me to a long talk
about sex and pregnancy and venereal diseases. It took me ages to reassure him
that sex education at school had served its purpose.
I was intending to ring Kirsty that night, but I was
almost falling asleep into my dinner so I decided to head off to bed instead.
After I had been asleep for about an hour, my mother knocked on the door and
icily told me I had a phone call. It was Kirsty. We
talked a while about my mother’s reaction to her call, and the conversations I
had endured since I had left her that morning. Our conversation then drifted on
to more general subjects, and we shared a few laughs.
Then all of a sudden Kirsty said, “David, I’ve
decided to go on the pill. I’m going to make an appointment with my doctor
sometime this week.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you know what I mean. You are on target to lose your virginity with
the woman that you love.”
“I’m fine with that.” What an understatement! “But what happened to your desire
to take things slowly?”
It turns out that going on the pill wasn’t exactly taking things quickly. Kirsty explained that it can be quite a few weeks before
you can assume the pill is working. I also learned that this was quite a
significant decision for her. You see, the guys she had been with before had
themselves all been quite experienced. For her own peace of mind she had
resisted going on the pill, not wanting to give them any excuse for not using a
condom. Kirsty had never gone out with a virgin
before. She admitted that she associated condoms with her past experiences. She
also knew that some men complained that it didn’t feel as good, and she
definitely wanted me to feel good. Naturally, I was delighted.
I voiced the obvious question. “So, um, when?”
“Let’s not do this,” she replied.
I panicked. “What?”
“I mean, let’s not over-plan this. If we set a date, then it will get
over-hyped, and we probably won’t enjoy it as much. You will probably feel the
need to do all the perfect romantic things – flowers, cards and stuff. You know
that’s not really our style.” She was right – it wasn’t. “The thing that makes
our relationship so special is all the fun and games we have together. The
thing that first made me interested in you was your ability to have child-like
fun. So what I suggest is this. I won’t even tell you when I’m safe to have
sex. We’ll just continue to have fun together.” I had a mental image about the
previous night and I could see no problems with this plan so far. Kirsty continued, “The only thing that will change is that
one night, when we’re having some fun and games together, I will let you have
sex with me.”
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be with Kirsty.
She knew exactly why our relationship worked. Now she had told me outright that
I was going to have sex, and I didn’t have to do the whole phoney seduction
thing. All she wanted from me was just to continue having fun with her.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 12: PLANNING HEARTS
Although I knew it might be several weeks before Kirsty
would be ready to take my virginity (having only just started taking the pill),
I started turning down opportunities for us to double date with Andrew and
Michelle. I guess I wanted to maximise the chance that any given date with Kirsty might be “the one”. Kirsty,
however, noticed pretty quickly and told me off. I knew she was right. Our
friendship with Andrew and Michelle was integral to our whole lifestyle. And
they had never avoided including me in their life, even though doing so would
obviously have given them more opportunities to be sexual together. Neither of
them wanted their parents to know they weren’t virgins, so their opportunities
were limited.
It was now getting towards the end of winter (which of course is in the middle
of the year here in
During those first few weeks I didn’t return to Kirsty’s
afterwards, as the reaction from my parents the last time was still too fresh
in my mind. But I did have the opportunity to visit Kirsty
twice without the other two, and we had fun together. We brought each other to
orgasm using our mouths and fingers, and it was so satisfying that I didn’t
have any reason to be disappointed that intercourse wasn’t on the menu yet.
A short time later my parents decided to head up to the mountains for a weekend
of skiing. I consulted with my sister
I told Kirsty that we would have my place all to
ourselves on Friday night. She cryptically told me she would “make plans”, but
revealed nothing about those plans. The only details she gave was that she
would make her own way there, picking up pizza on the way.
When Kirsty arrived on Friday night, I struggled to
hide my disappointment when I saw that my friend Andrew and his girlfriend
Michelle were with her. However, I brightened up pretty quickly when I noticed
what they were wearing. Kirsty and Michelle were both
dressed in a very sexy way. Kirsty was wearing a
short black leather skirt with matching leather thigh-length boots. On top she
was wearing a red waistcoat covering some sort of black blouse, with a smart
black cotton jacket thrown over the top. Michelle was wearing a full-length
cream trench coat. I could see the collar of a white shirt poking through at
the top, and black stilettos poking out at the bottom. I greeted them with a
“Wow”. Kirsty was carrying an overnight bag in one
hand and a bag with three wine bottles in the other. Michelle was carrying
several pizza boxes with some other food perched on top.
I had to smile when I saw Andrew, because he was all dressed up in a suit and
tie. He was also carrying an overnight bag in each hand. He had an
uncomfortable look on his face, but he flashed me a grin with an exaggerated
resigned look on his face, as if he was a long-suffering martyr.
I asked, “What’s the deal with the penguin suit?”
“They’re up to something,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “The suit’s not the
worst of it.”
“Now Andrew,” Michelle interrupted. “Don’t go giving away any secrets before
we’re ready.”
The girls sent Andrew and me away to the kitchen to open the wine and “prepare
the dinner.” Meanwhile, they set off down the hallway. Andrew opened all the
bottles, while I gathered glasses and napkins and took them into the lounge. A
short time later the girls returned looking very pleased with themselves. Kirsty told me off for looking so scruffy and ordered me to
go and “dress for dinner.”
I wandered down to my room and discovered that they had been in and put some clothes
out on my bed, including my suit and tie and my dress shoes. Also included were
a pair of satin boxers that I normally only wear to bed. Perched on top of the
clothing pile was a small gift-wrapped box. Inside was a small black men’s
g-string and a note. The note said, “Dress yourself in these clothes – nothing
more and nothing less. Some deodorant or scent may also be nice.”
I looked at the g-string and note in bewilderment before attempting to follow
the note’s instructions. I stripped naked and examined the g-string carefully.
It was adjustable on all straps, so with a bit of fiddling around I made it fit
as well as I could, but you certainly wouldn’t call it comfortable. I doubted I
could ever get used to the ever-present feeling of the thin strap pressing into
my ass-crack. I pulled the boxers on over the g-string, and then the rest of
the clothes, until I appeared much the same as Andrew had. I then hurried out
to join the others for dinner.
The girls tried hard to maintain the pretence that we were having a very posh
dinner party. However, the effect was ruined by (a) eating pizza, and (b)
Andrew and I constantly badgering them to tell us what was going on. Eventually
they relented and Kirsty started to explain what they
had planned.
“Ever since we played strip poker, Michelle and I have been talking about how
exciting it was, and how much we would like to do it again. Only this time,
instead of poker, we will play something that we all enjoy. We think that
playing hearts is ideal. We got together the last two nights to work out the
rules, and our ideas just grew and grew. We think you guys will be impressed.
The game is called Strip, Truth & Dare Hearts.”
“We play hearts just like on the computer game, only we don’t bother keeping
score. The person (or persons) who has the highest number of hearts has to take
off an item of clothing. This time for you guys, all your shoes and socks are
just one item. Michelle’s shoes are one item. My boots are one item, and my pantihose is another item.”
Andrew asked, “What’s the deal with the g-string? I assume you’ve made David
wear one too.”
Michelle answered, “That was my cunning idea. It’s because you guys always
remain so annoyingly dressed until right at the end. This way, we’ll be seeing
some underwear a bit earlier than last time.”
Kirsty pulled out a small drawstring bag and
continued with the rules. “The next rules apply to whoever gets the queen of
spades. That person will have to do a truth or dare. We have organised a bag of
truths and dares that we wrote last night. The truths and dares are all in
together – you don’t have any choice about what you get. You pull out a slip of
paper and do what it says, then you put the note back in the bag. A lot of the
dares involve a second person. We’ve thought heaps about this, and have worked
really hard to make the options safe in terms of who does what with whom. We
know that we will be just as nervous as you, so we have thought carefully about
where we should draw the line.”
“Finally, we have a plan for what happens at the end of the game. For a start,
Michelle and I have already agreed that we are all going naked. As each person
loses their last piece of clothing, they keep playing the game, and they keep
doing dares if they get the queen. However, to keep the game going, if they get
the most hearts, then the person who has the next biggest number of hearts
takes off a piece of clothing instead. Then there are the final dares!”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We decided that the winners should get some additional benefits. So we came up
with a system where each person could set a dare for every person that was
naked before they were. The second person naked gets to set a dare for the
first person naked. The third person naked sets a dare for the previous two.
And the winner gets to make everyone else do a dare.”
“So the first person naked has to do three different dares?”
“Correct. However, just before you all get too excited,
we have a system of vetoes. We aren’t going to let it be anything goes. There
are different rules according to who is involved in the dare, and whether or
not there is going to be contact with other people. So here’s the deal. If you
make someone do a solo dare, they have to do it unless both other people decide
to veto it. If you want the dare to involve contact between two people, it must
be between two people who you have a right to set a dare for, and it counts as
the dare for each of them. In that situation, the partner of either person has
the right to veto the dare. The participants themselves have no right of veto
UNLESS the dare involves homosexual action. Then anyone can veto the dare.”
“Finally, if you want the person doing the dare to have contact with you, the
darer, then any person has the right of veto. Oh, and another thing, if the
dare you come up with is vetoed, you have the right to come up with something
else. But if it is vetoed three times, then you lose it. That should make
people think carefully.”
Andrew and I caught each other’s eye. We had been concentrating carefully to
consider all the different rules. Now that Kirsty had
finished explaining, we had the opportunity to really consider what was going
on. We were astounded at the complexity and the level of preparation. They had
thought about this a lot, and the game would obviously give us the opportunity
to take things to a much higher level. My heart was thumping in my chest with
excitement.
I had one nagging question. “What happens when someone wins all the hearts and
the queen of spades? Normally that’s a good thing, but it doesn’t seem to be in
this game.”
Michelle and Kirsty looked at each other. They hadn’t
considered this at all. We had a bit of a brainstorm and decided on the
following plan. The person who got the queen and all the hearts would be able
to set a forfeit for each other player – a dare for one person, a truth for
another person, and the third person would have to take off an item of
clothing. The winner would decide who did what, although the dares would only
be solo dares, involve no removal of clothing, and could be vetoed by either of
the other two players.
It had been 6.30 when everyone had arrived. It was just after 7.30 when we sat
down to play.
FIRST FUN
AND GAMES 13: PLAYING HEARTS
As we sat down in the lounge to play the game of hearts that the girls had
prepared, Andrew and I learned that it was essential that we all sit in a
predetermined order. My girlfriend Kirsty was sitting
on my left side beside me on the couch. Michelle had a single easy chair and
was to my right. Her boyfriend Andrew was in the other easy chair, and was
directly opposite me across the low table that held the cards and drinks.
The idea of having truths or dares as well as stripping meant that the game was
intense right from the start instead of getting bogged down with just removing
shoes and socks. Sadly, it also meant the card playing was pretty intense too,
which quickly led us to implement an informal “no thinking" rule. In other
words, we were obliged to play our cards within seconds when it was our turn,
which lead to any number of poor card choices.
On the first hand Kirsty and I both had 5 hearts
each. I sat and watched Kirsty u
Kirsty had the queen, so was the first to delve into
the bag. She read her note aloud. DESCRIBE THE LAST TIME ANYONE OTHER THAN YOUR
PARTNER SAW YOU NAKED (BEFORE THIS GAME BEGAN). Kirsty
just smiled and said, “That’s easy. Michelle and I got dressed at my place
before coming over. You saw me naked, didn’t you?”
“I made sure of it,” Michelle replied with a wicked grin. “You looked gorgeous,
sweetie.”
Kirsty lost the second hand as well, taking both the
most hearts and the queen. She took off her jacket and pulled a note out of the
bag. FRENCH KISS YOUR PARTNER FOR 2 MINUTES. ALLOW THEIR HANDS ANY ACCESS (BUT
THEY MUST NOT EXPOSE YOU).
Wow. This was going to be good. Kirsty and I stood up
and faced each other. As our lips met, I allowed my hands to wander down her
body to her lower back and bottom. I pushed my hand under the waist band of her
skirt and inside the top of her pantihose. I was
intending to go inside her panties as well, but that didn’t seem to be
possible. Was she wearing some kind of bodysuit or teddy? I raised my eyebrows
inquisitively, but it was wasted effort because her eyes were shut. I played
with her ass for a while until Michelle called time, then we sat back down. Kirsty looked flushed, and I felt that way myself.
I was the next big loser. I had to take off my jacket and take a dare. ALLOW
THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT TO RUB YOUR CHEST FOR TWO MINUTES (THEY CAN REACH
UNDER CLOTHING, BUT NOT EXPOSE YOU). The person on my right was Michelle. I
looked at her, then at Kirsty, then at Michelle again
as I considered the implications of this dare, as it involved contact between
members of different couples. I suddenly clicked why they had insisted on the
order of the seating. It appeared they had been careful to ensure that if a girl
had gotten that dare, then their chests would be rubbed by their partner. It
was risqué, but not overly risky.
I stood, and Michelle stood behind me. She untucked
my shirt and slipped her hands up under the hem. Her hands explored my chest
for a short time before focussing exclusively on my nipples. The attention
caused my breath to shorten, and I felt a tingling in my genitals.
The next hand saw both Kirsty and Michelle lose their
next item of clothing. Michelle kicked off her shoes, while Kirsty
seemed to be having a tough time deciding between her waistcoat and her pantihose. She eventually came to a decision. Standing and
facing Andrew, she leaned forward and reached up the back of her skirt to tug
down the top of her pantihose. From my side view I had
hoped for a bit of a view, but her arm denied me a glimpse. She pulled the pantihose off over her feet and sat back down.
It was Andrew’s turn to take a dare. When he read it he burst out laughing.
STAND ON THE TABLE AND TURN AROUND SLOWLY. As he was still fully dressed, he
happily complied. He had truly been let off the hook. Michelle noted wryly,
“Obviously that one will be more relevant later on.”
On the next hand, it became obvious that Michelle was trying to win the lot.
Andrew and I skilfully combined to deny her the last two hearts. She lost big
time. Her first act was to take off the trench coat that was covering the rest
of her attire. Underneath we discovered a simple white button-up shirt and a
dark green knee-length skirt. Then came her dare. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT
TO REMOVE A PIECE OF YOUR CLOTHING (THEIR CHOICE AS LONG AS IT CAN BE REMOVED
WITHOUT FIRST REMOVING OTHER CLOTHES). Michelle was suddenly going to go from
very covered up to showing a fair amount of skin. What's more, the person on
her left was me!
I had a difficult decision trying to choose between the shirt and the skirt. I
finally decided that, since the shirt would probably reach halfway down her
thighs, it would be more effective taking of the shirt than the skirt. I felt
very self-conscious but increasingly turned on as I undid the buttons on her
shirt. This revealed a black camisole top, and the multiple straps over her
shoulders hinted at another layer beneath this. Andrew and I complained, but
Michelle rebutted, “What did you expect – that I would be wearing less clothes
than you guys? Think about it.” I did the quick maths in my head and worked out
that she was right. Since I had started with seven items to loose, Michelle was
still entitled to be wearing four items.
The act of unbuttoning Michelle’s shirt brought about predictable stirring
inside my g-string, which amplified my already ever-present awareness of its
snug fit. As I started to harden, it felt quite restricting, and the strap up
my crack seemed to dig in further. I squirmed and adjusted myself. Michelle
caught my eye and smirked knowingly.
The next round was very even. Kirsty, Andrew and I
each had four hearts, while Michelle had the remaining heart and the queen of
spades. Andrew finally lost his shoes and socks, while I took off my tie. The
pleasant surprise was watching Kirsty take off her
red waistcoat. We could see now why she had decided to take off her pantihose earlier. She had daringly chosen to wear quite a
see-though top, but seemed to be having a few moments of regret now. Under it
we could clearly see the top half of a camisole or teddy. Again I did the maths
in my head and worked out that she had now lost four items (boots, jacket, pantihose and waistcoat), so would now be down to three
items (top, skirt and teddy). It struck me how cunning this was, as she
wouldn’t be showing either her tits or her pussy until she lost this final
garment. This really evened up the game. I wondered if Michelle had done the
same thing.
Michelle’s dare was really a truth. TELL THE STORY OF YOUR FIRST EVER ORGASM
INVOLVING ANOTHER PERSON. Michelle groaned and blushed. I glanced around the
table and spotted Andrew blushing as well. And well he might, because Michelle
went on to give an overview of the earlier days of their relationship. It seems
her first orgasm came quite a while after they first started fooling around.
They were still at the stage of using fingers, with the occasional foray into
oral. She had brought him off a few times, but had never had an orgasm herself
until one night only a couple of weeks before our camping trip. She briefly
told us about what she was feeling the night she realised she was building
towards something more. I think Andrew was more embarrassed by the story than
Michelle was, to tell the truth. He came off looking a bit incompetent in his
early experiences.
Andrew’s feelings may have impacted on his game playing, because he made a few
mistakes in the next round and ended up with the queen and most of the hearts.
He had been doing extremely well to this point, so he only had to take off his
suit jacket. His dare was something else – the most extreme dare we had seen so
far. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT TO RUB YOU ANYWHERE ON YOUR BODY FOR TWO
MINUTES (OVER TOP OF ANY CLOTHES YOU ARE WEARING). If one of the girls had
drawn this dare, it would have been their own partner who would be touching
them. But in this case, the person on Andrew’s right was my girlfriend Kirsty.
While both Andrew and I sat there stunned, Michelle hooted with laughter. She
obviously had no problems with Kirsty touching her
man. Obviously they had considered this a possibility when they had planned the
game. Kirsty was looking somewhat apprehensive
though. She was nervously looking at both Andrew and I, trying to see if there
was going to be an outcry from us. I was very surprised that the girls had
planned this possibility, but I wasn’t actually feeling at all jealous. After
all, Kirsty groping Andrew appeared fairly harmless.
I briefly considered Andrew’s discomfort, but since he was still wearing so
many clothes, I didn’t waste too much sympathy on him.
Andrew’s discomfort was obvious. I know that we all expect guys to jump at the
chance of fooling around with another woman, especially if their girlfriend appears
to have no problem with it. But it is never as simple as that. Nothing in life
can prepare you for how to behave. Are you meant to show that you enjoy it? Or
do you act as if it’s nothing special (especially compared to your girlfriend)?
Consider also the one-sided nature of the dare – the fact that he would be
prodded like something for sale in a shop. Add to that any number of guilty
feelings, and you’ve got a situation that is very difficult to be comfortable
in.
As Andrew stood up, Kirsty moved to stand behind him,
turning him around to give Michelle and I the best view. She started by giving
him a shoulder rub, which started to take the look of terror off his face. It
soon returned when Kirsty reached around and started
rubbing his chest, concentrating more and more on his nipples. One source of
his discomfort became obvious when he had to readjust himself through the front
of his pants. One minute passed, and we were all starting to wonder whether Kirsty was going to go any further. She appeared to be
enjoying our suspense. However, soon after Michelle called one minute, Kirsty’s hands headed straight for Andrew’s pants. His
pants were quite loose fitting at the front, but when her hands started
exploring it was easy to make out the outline of his erection pointing upwards.
Kirsty started stroking him steadily, and his
expression became very distracted, and he began nibbling on his bottom lip.
Then Michelle started counting down the seconds. When she got to three Kirsty’s hands suddenly left Andrew's cock and darted up
his butt-crack, causing him to jump with a loud cry. Kirsty,
Michelle and I dissolved with laughter. For us, this eased the sexual tension
considerably, although it was obvious that Andrew was feeling differently. His
face looked flushed and his breathing was laboured. He dealt with this by
quickly gathering up the cards and dealing the next hand.
The next hand was a lucky one for me, as it was stacked with high cards. When
we each passed three cards to the left, Michelle passed me more high cards
while I passed Kirsty three low cards. She gave me a
sharp "I know what you’re up to" look, but it was too late for anyone
to prevent me from taking the game's first clean sweep. It was my turn to dish
out the punishments.
Although Andrew was wearing the most clothes, I had no real interest in seeing
any more of him, so it asked him a truth question. I asked him how he was
feeling when Kirsty had felt him up a few moments
ago. He blushed deeply before stammering his reply. He shared that for one
minutes and fifty-seven seconds he had been very turned on, and he even said
that if it hadn't stopped he probably would have come within another minute or
two.
I decided to make Michelle lose an item of clothing, because I wanted to see
more of her, and because I hoped she would be the first loser at the end of the
game. I asked her to remove her skirt, hoping to reveal a lot of skin. As it
happens, I was frustrated again by her various layers as she was wearing a
half-slip. All that was revealed was about two extra inches of her knees.
Nevertheless, I knew she was one step closer to being naked.
This left a dare for my girlfriend Kirsty. The rules
we had agreed were that it would be a solo dare, not involve the removal of
clothing, and could be vetoed by either Andrew or Michelle. I looked at her as
she sat nervously awaiting her fate. She was wearing a black see-through
blouse, black leather skirt, and what I assumed to be a teddy (also black). As
it was already getting quite late, I decided on something quick. I asked her to
do a headstand and have her legs supported by Andrew and I for one minute. I
think she was a bit relieved that the dare wasn't worse, because she didn't
even look at Michelle to see if she would veto it. She could also have argued
that it wasn't really a solo dare. However, she quickly got into a headstand
position, and Andrew and I each grabbed a leg.
Kirsty's leather skirt didn't fall away from her legs
as much as any other skirt would have, but it still did so enough for us to get
a clear view. It was obvious that she was wearing a black teddy held together
by domes at the crotch. She keeps her blond pubic hair well trimmed, and none
was evident along her bikini line. However, a few stray hairs could be seen
poking out around the domes. What's more, from our close position we could also
detect a hint of moisture in the black material, and a slight odour also gave
away her excitement. I started gently rubbing her calf until Michelle called
time. Andrew and I let go of her legs and she stood up. She was understandably
red in the face, but the look in her eyes confirmed that she had been very
excited by the situation.
I looked over at Michelle, who had been a passive spectator to Kirsty's dare. She too appeared to share Kirsty's look of excitement. This seemed to me to be a
turning point in the evening for me. Until this point, the girls' attention
seemed to be focussed on the idea of stripping and humiliating Andrew and me.
They had been enjoying a sense of power, and showed great enjoyment at our
losses. Now it was apparent to me that they were also enjoying the other aspect
to the game - being forced to strip and endure humiliations themselves. They
were really getting turned on. The evening promised to get very interesting.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 14: PLAYING (SIMULATED) HEARTS
As we returned to our places around the card table, there was another issue on
our minds. It was already getting quite late, and slightly less than half our
clothes were removed. The reality was that playing hearts is far too time
consuming. When Andrew proposed a change to the card playing, we all readily
agreed. Andrew's idea was very simple. We would reduce the deck to just eight
cards, including the queen of spades, the ace of hearts, and six other cards
(diamonds and clubs). Each person would be dealt two cards. The person dealt
the heart would remove an item of clothing, and the person dealt the queen of
spades would do a dare. If a person were dealt both these cards, then it would
be just like taking all in the proper game. These rules would eliminate all
skill from the game, but none of us cared about that any more. We just wanted
to get on with the penalties.
The first round under the new quick rules saw Andrew lose his tie and Michelle
draw a dare from the bag. FRENCH KISS THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT FOR TWO MINUTES.
The person on her right was her boyfriend Andrew. With no hint of
self-consciousness she launched herself onto his chair and they kissed
passionately. Kirsty practically had to shout to get
them to stop at the end of their two minutes together.
The next round saw Andrew lose a further item of clothing - his shirt. Both
girls sounded their appreciation at seeing the first significant amount of male
skin. Further skin was soon revealed as I was forced to draw a dare. ALLOW THE
PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE AN ITEM OF YOUR CLOTHING. (THEIR CHOICE AS LONG
AS IT CAN BE REMOVED WITHOUT FIRST REMOVING OTHER CLOTHING). Although I was
still wearing my shirt, I wasn't at all surprised when Kirsty
asked me to stand in front of her. She licked her lips with considerable relish
as she grabbed my belt and quickly undid it. She slowed it down as she undid my
button and lowered my zip. As she did this she made sure that her fingers
"accidentally" rubbed across my erection, which was straining against
the fabric of the g-string they had arranged for me to wear. The only
consolation was that the g-string prevented much tenting in my boxer shorts. I
could see Michelle checking me out as I returned to my seat. She seemed
slightly disappointed that my erection was not so visible.
For the third time in a row Andrew lost an item of clothing by being dealt the
ace of hearts. This time he removed his trousers. He was now in a worse
position than me (as I at least had my shirt on). He was wearing white satin
boxers with red hearts on them - no doubt a gift from Michelle.
Michelle had been dealt the queen of spades. She read out her penalty. DESCRIBE
THE KINKIEST THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE. She seemed lost in thought for a while,
then her face showed her trademark cheeky smile mixed with nervous
determination. To my complete shock, she proceeded to tell the story of the
night on our camping trip when she jerked me off in the tent. I was mortified.
I kept scanning back and forth between Kirsty and
Andrew. Andrew's reaction was one of initial disbelief, followed by nervous
laughter. "Oh my God! You're kidding! Really?" Michelle obviously
knew and trusted him well. If he was angry or jealous, this wasn't obvious. His
predominant reaction appeared to be pride in how sexy and adventurous she was.
Kirsty's reaction was another surprise to me, as she
showed no obvious surprise as she listened to Michelle's story. It was obvious
Michelle had previously told her. I was very keen to know when and how that
event had come up in conversation, but neither of them would say.
I had a revenge of sorts in the next round as Kirsty
was forced to lose a piece of clothing. As her blouse was see-through, it
surprised no one when she removed it. This left her in just two pieces of
clothing - her skirt and her teddy. Andrew drew a dare. ALLOW THE PERSON ON
YOUR RIGHT TO RUB YOUR CHEST FOR TWO MINUTES (THEY CAN REACH UNDER CLOTHING,
BUT NOT EXPOSE YOU). Of course, the last part of the dare was superfluous, as
Andrew's upper body was completely bare. Kirsty had
Andrew stand and face Michelle as she stood behind him and reached around to
rub his chest. He closed his eyes and moaned appreciatively. I'm sure he was
also thinking much the same as me - how much we would appreciate it if our
partners were to draw the same dare in future.
Kirsty dealt, and the girls were dealt the key cards.
Kirsty held the ace of hearts, which meant that her
skirt was next to join the pile next to her chair. She stood to unbutton it,
and I whistled appreciatively as she lowered it to the floor and stepped out of
it. I had never seen her in a teddy before, and I loved the way it highlighted
her curves and showcased her long sexy legs. I was distracted and wasn't really
paying attention as Michelle read her dare, which was a repeat of the last dare
I had done. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE AN ITEM OF YOUR CLOTHING.
(THEIR CHOICE AS LONG AS IT CAN BE REMOVED WITHOUT FIRST REMOVING OTHER
CLOTHING). It took two readings before I realised that the person stripping off
the next layer of her clothing would be me.
Michelle showed very little nervousness as she stood in front of me. My choice
was between removing her camisole from her top half or remove the half slip
covering her legs. Neither choice would reveal anything particularly private,
but one choice would obviously reveal a lot more skin. I slipped my thumbs into
the waistband of the half slip and dragged them down. From my position sitting
in front of her I had an unprecedented view of the underwear and legs I was
revealing. Michelle was wearing an electric blue teddy that was loose and
frilly around the top of her thighs, in contrast to Kirsty's
black teddy that fitted her around the top of her legs like a pair of briefs.
It looked as though her pussy should be easy to glimpse, but this wasn't the
case at all. As I sat and stared, it slowly dawned on me that she wasn't moving
away. I guiltily looked up at her face, aware that her intention was to
highlight my staring. "Seen enough David?"
It took me a second to recover before I retorted "Not yet!" Michelle
was now down to her last two items of clothing, as were Kirsty
and Andrew. With three items of clothing I was the best dressed.
The next deal saw Kirsty holding both key cards.
Under our rules this meant she would determine who would do a truth, who would
do a dare, and who would remove an item of clothing. Her quickest decision was
to demand that Andrew remove his boxers. He tried to slip them off while
sitting down, but reluctantly agreed to the girls' demands to "stand and
deliver". He was blushing furiously as he stood and removed his boxers,
revealing a black g-string identical to the one the girls had me wearing. His
erection was obvious and was coming close to pushing past the waistband. In
response to further encouragement from the girls, he gave a quick spin before
seeking the safety of his chair. I'm sure he was also conscious that he could
easily be the first person naked, and forced to endure a dare from each other
person.
Kirsty picked on Michelle to answer a truth question.
"Describe your most recent orgasm."
A look of embarrassment descended on Michelle's face as she realised the answer
to Kirsty's question. "Well, since you asked, it
happened last night."
Andrew and Kirsty both reacted in surprise, as it
turned out that Michelle had spent that evening with Kirsty,
not Andrew, finalising details of their game. Michelle revealed that this had
got her so worked up, she had taken matters into her own hands after Kirsty had gone home. I pressed her for details, and she
was very hesitant before confessing that she had used a vibrator. None of us
(not even Kirsty) knew that she had one, and Kirsty practically forced her to get it out of her
overnight bag and show it to us. It was a simple white cylinder with a switch
at the blunt end. I looked at it in fascination, as it was the first vibrator I
had ever seen.
I could see Kirsty's mind ticking over as she
considered the dare she would get me to do. "I dare you to suck on
Michelle's vibrator for two minutes."
I know that a lot of guys would be worrying about the homosexual connotations
of this, but the thought never crossed my mind. All I could think about was how
intimate this was - placing a toy in my mouth that had very recently been used
inside Michelle's pussy. Sadly the reality wasn't nearly as sexy as the
fantasy. My hopes of tasting her were quickly dispelled - it tasted like
antiseptic. Michelle obviously looked after her hygiene. Sucking on it lacked any
particular pleasure, and when they insisted that it be turned on for the last
thirty seconds, it was awful. The others, however, found it highly amusing.
After my time was up I quickly grabbed the cards and dealt them. It was my turn
to lose my shirt. Michelle's dare was a credit to the girls' creativity.
Naturally Michelle recognised it as soon as she saw it. She laughed out loud,
then continued to smile as she gave an exaggerated groan. Her dare read UNDO
ALL THE BUTTONS, ZIPS, LACES AND OTHER FASTENINGS ON YOUR REMAINING CLOTHES
THEN WALK TO THE BACK FENCE AND BACK. Several times in the past Michelle had
revealed an exhibitionist side, and it was clear that she was enjoying the idea
of being 'forced' to show off again.
We all stood up from our seats. Michelle reached down and undid the domes
holding together the crotch of her teddy. The two ends dangled free at the
front and back and did little to cover her as we followed her down the hallway
to the laundry at the back of the house. She slipped out the back door as the
rest of us stood at the window and watched. It took the opportunity to stand
behind Kirsty and snuggle up to her with my arms
hugging her tight. She pressed her ass back into my penis and we both moaned
quietly.
Michelle was soon lost to view in the darkness. Although it was now after
midnight, I was hesitant about turning on the outside light as I knew my
parents would find out if the neighbours saw anything. Kirsty
had no such worries and flicked the switch just as Michelle loomed up out the
darkness. If anyone else had been watching they would have enjoyed an excellent
two-second view before Michelle entered and shut the door behind her in a fit
of giggles. As we returned to the lounge, it seemed to me that Michelle's
fingers were busy with other things as she tried to fasten the domes on her
teddy. Her excitement was undeniable.
I dealt the next hand, and the girls were again the losers. Michelle was
required to remove her second last item of clothing - her camisole - revealing
the upper half of her electric blue teddy. The top fitted nicely over her
smallish breasts, and her nipples were very prominent.
Kirsty's dare read GIVE THE PERSON ON YOUR RIGHT A
BACK RUB (OVER TOP OF ANY REMAINING CLOTHES) FOR TWO MINUTES. As I was the
recipient, this was a very pleasant interlude for me.
The next round was a highlight. The person dealt the ace of hearts was Michelle
- she would be the first person naked. Her bravado seemed to abandon her as the
reality sank in. The nakedness probably wasn't the issue. I was the person she
would be most anxious about showing herself to, and I had already seen her
naked on two other occasions in addition to the show that she had given us a
few minutes earlier during her run to the back fence. As she stood up and
removed her teddy, she seemed almost distracted as she considered her fate -
Andrew, Kirsty and myself would each have the
opportunity to make her do a dare of our own devising. As for myself, I wasn't
distracted at all. Her petite body was a joy to watch as she undressed. Andrew
and Kirsty both appeared equally captivated. I rested
my hand on Kirsty's thigh and started stroking her
gently. Without taking her eyes off Michelle, she returned the gesture, running
her hand up my thigh and letting it slide up over the front of my underwear.
It was Andrew's turn to do a dare, which was a repeat of his earlier dare of
standing on the table and turning slowly. This time however he was wearing just
the g-string, and the sight brought Michelle back to life as she and Kirsty called out their encouragement to Andrew.
Andrew's g-string was the next to go, leaving him the second person naked. He
lost it because Kirsty again had both the ace and the
queen, and had no hesitation in guaranteeing herself a top two finish. It had
now become standard for each person to stand when taking off clothes, so Andrew
following this pattern as he stood to remove his last item. His erection stood
out in front of him, and even appeared to jerk a few times of its own volition.
He made no attempt to cover himself as he returned to his seat.
Kirsty decided to make me do a truth. She asked me to
describe my first ever orgasm (other than a wet dream). I had never told anyone
about this before, as the story was very embarrassing. However, I knew I could
totally trust everyone in the room, so I decided to go ahead and give an honest
answer. My first orgasm had occurred not long after I reached puberty. I had
been hanging out the laundry when I had become very curious about my sister's
lingerie. As I had been at home alone, I went to her bedroom and looked through
her drawers. I had then taken the next step of trying some on. I hadn't
recognised the feelings of increasing excitement - it had felt a bit like
needing to piss - so I was taken by surprise by my first ejaculation, which
soaked through the panties and pantihose I was
wearing. I had been forced to cancel a trip to the beach so I could wash and
dry them before anyone got home.
I had expected a fair amount of jeering as I told my story. To my surprise, the
atmosphere was supportive, with excited anticipation. Looking back, I believe
that my story had reinforced in everyone that same feeling of complete trust.
We were all joined by incredibly strong bonds. Still, I'm not sure anyone really
expected Kirsty's dare for Michelle. She dared her to
lie on the floor and use her vibrator for two minutes "just like you did
last night."
Her request was followed by complete silence. Andrew and I didn't dare to
breathe in case it broke the spell of the previous few minutes. It was Michelle
who spoke next. "Oh my goodness. You just wait."
Kirsty giggled. "It will have to wait, as you
probably won't get a chance to get me back tonight." She was right too. As
Michelle was naked before Kirsty, she would have no
opportunity to devise a dare for her unless she was dealt both the ace and the
queen before the game was over - very unlikely.
Picking up the vibrator, Michelle walked over to an open area of carpet and lay
down. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, echoing the
thoughts in our heads. However, her levels of sexual excitement overwhelmed any
other feeling she was experiencing. As she spread her legs, the moisture
leaking from her pussy glistened in the light, and the vibrator slid in with the
utmost ease. Michelle started feverously working the vibrator in and out of her
pussy, and up and over her clit. She appeared desperate to achieve orgasm
within her two minutes, and having an audience didn't appear to put her off.
She was breathing heavily and was starting to stiffen when Kirsty
announce her two minutes were up. Kirsty stepped
forward and restrained Michelle's hand, ensuring that she would remain
unfulfilled for a while longer. Michelle groaned with frustration, and it took
her a full minute before she stood up and returned to her seat.
By the time Michelle joined us again, Andrew had already dealt the cards, and I
already knew I would be removing my boxers. As Andrew had done earlier, I stood
up to do so, and give a quick twirl before sitting down. Kirsty
was holding the queen of spades. As she read her dare, we knew there would be
no more cards dealt. ALLOW THE PERSON ON YOUR LEFT TO REMOVE A PIECE OF YOUR
CLOTHING (YOU DECIDE WHICH). She only had the one piece of clothing left, and
the person on her left was Andrew.
It occurred to me that Andrew had not had any previous opportunity to touch my
girlfriend. He had earlier been felt up by Kirsty,
but hadn't had any opportunity to touch her in return. I wondered how I would
feel now. As Andrew and Kirsty both stood up, Andrew
directed Kirsty to sit back down and spread her legs.
He then knelt in front of her and placed his fingers on the domes in her
crotch. He obviously felt entitled to return the favour from earlier as he
allowed his fingers to rub up and down her pussy as he opened her teddy. Kirsty moaned and wriggled in anticipation, and I felt a
stab of jealousy as I watched them. However, Kirsty's
next action was to look over in my direction. She stared openly at my penis
straining against the fabric of my g-string, then she looking me in the eye and
licked her lips. This obvious act of reassurance made my jealousy melt away,
and I relaxed and enjoyed the show.
Andrew finally managed to undo the fastenings of Kirsty's
teddy. By shuffling her bottom she allowed him to pull the material out from
under her, and he pulled it up and over her head. She remained as she was, with
her legs open wide and her blond bush and her pussy lips freely displayed. Her
breasts jutted out from her chest with her nipples erect. Andrew sighed deeply
and said, "You’re beautiful."
"I agree," echoed Michelle.
Kirsty reached out and grabbed my hand, and she gave
it a quick squeeze. Andrew sat back on the carpet at Michelle's feet, and
started gently stroking her calf muscle. Our minds were racing as we considered
the possibilities of the last section of the game - the final dares.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 15: THE DARES ROUND
The final acts of the game that Kirsty and Michelle
had devised were the final dares. As the winner, I was the only person still
wearing any clothing - a black g-string that was part of the clothing they had
organised for me to wear. I was entitled to demand a dare of each of the other
three. My girlfriend Kirsty had come second, so she
was entitled to set a dare for both Andrew and Michelle. Andrew in turn was
entitled to demand a dare of his girlfriend Michelle, who as the first one
naked had three dares to do with no opportunity (tonight) for payback.
The girls explained again the rules for the dares, including the system of vetos (see chapter 12). We drew cards to see who would go
first. I would have the first turn, followed by Andrew then Kirsty.
In the spirit of 'nothing ventured nothing gained' I went for broke and dared
Michelle to give me a blowjob. As this dare involved contact with the darer
(me), anyone was allowed to veto the dare. Surprisingly, Michelle looked like
she was seriously considering it. However, Kirsty
laughed kindly at me and said, "I don't think so - not tonight
anyway." Andrew looked relieved at this. He had obviously been in two
minds about this dare.
Still, my imagination was beginning to run wild and I decided to take another
big risk. I dared the girls to hug and kiss for a minute with full body
contact.
Kirsty and Michelle looked at each other carefully.
Homosexual contact could be vetoed by any person. They appear to have this
amazing ability to have complete conversations using just their eyes. I was
hopeful as they hadn't rejected my dare straight away. They were obviously
curious about the idea at least. Eventually Kirsty
spoke for them both by saying that they might have been prepared to kiss, but
the full body contact was too much for them.
As two dares for Michelle (and one for Kirsty) had
already been rejected, I considered playing it safe and accepting their
implicit offer to do the kissing dare. However, I still hoped to get more going
on. I also realised that would be using up both my dares for the girls, leaving
me to set only a solo dare for Andrew, which didn't interest me as much.
I had a sudden brainwave. My next suggestion involved them all. I proposed a
group hug involving all three of them, with each person kissing each other
person for a minute. The deciding factor was that I would allow Michelle to
determine the positioning of everyone.
Everyone seemed happy with this compromise and eager to get into action. They
jumped up from their seats and looked to Michelle for directions. She
positioned Andrew to stand as the meat in the sandwich. She directed Kirsty to stand and press herself up against him from
behind. As Michelle is shorter, she stood on some cushions and pressed herself
into his front, and they hugged each other tightly. Andrew's hands roamed up
and down her back before concentration on her buttocks. Kirsty
stretched her arms around the both of them and caressed Michelle's arms and
shoulders. Michelle returned the favour.
Michelle and Andrew's lips locked in a passionate embrace. No one bothered to
watch the time. Eventually they separated by some unobserved signal, and Andrew
twisted his head around. Kirsty moved herself around
slightly so that she could meet his lips, then they too were kissing as
naturally as if they had done so many times before. Finally Kirsty
pulled back from Andrew, who seemed reluctant to let her go. Kirsty and Michelle's eyes met and held each other for a
few moments. Then they both leaned in and their lips met. Their kiss was
tentative and gentle, but it would easily have lasted the required minute.
As Kirsty and Michelle's lips parted, Michelle clung
to Andrew and they kissed again. Kirsty broke away
from them and came over to where I was sitting. She sat astride me, and I could
feel the moisture of her pussy on my thigh. We kissed briefly, then she
whispered in my ear. "Well, well, aren't you the creative one?"
Andrew and Michelle broke apart and sat down again. "Man that was
hot," said Michelle.
Michelle walked towards the door on her way to the toilet. Andrew stopped her.
"Hold on. It's my turn to make you do a dare."
"Can't it wait?"
"It might not have to. My dare is for you to allow anyone who wants to
watch you pee."
"No way! I veto that."
"You can't. It's a solo dare, so the only people who can veto it are David
or Kirsty."
Kirsty and I looked in each other's faces and tried
to work out what the other would do. She must have known that I was hoping she
would allow it. She came to a decision. "It's obvious that Michelle loves
to be forced to show herself off. Michelle, I actually believe that you will
enjoy showing us all one of your most intimate moments. Trust us."
Michelle looked at her defiantly for a moment. Then her whole demeanour
changed, and she said, "Of course I trust you."
"Are you going to watch too?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course," Kirsty replied.
Michelle led us down the hallway to the toilet. She sat down with her knees
together as Andrew, Kirsty and I arranged ourselves
in the doorway. "Come on," said Kirsty.
"Get those knees apart."
Michelle complied immediately, giving us a clear view of her red bush and
pussy. We stood and waited. "I'm not sure I can do this," said
Michelle.
"Tell us how you are feeling," instructed Kirsty.
"Nervous. Very nervous."
"What else?"
Michelle paused, then continued in a quiet voice, "Very turned on."
With that, she started to pee. From the doorway it wasn't easy to see, but the
sound was unmistakable. After she had stopped, she held her position for an
extra few seconds before tearing off some paper and wiping herself.
"Do you have any regrets?" asked Kirsty.
Again in a quiet voice Michelle replied, "No."
We returned to the lounge. It was Kirsty's turn to
give dares to Andrew and Michelle, and we were all wondering what would come
next. Her dare was very simple. "I dare you to 69 each other here in front
of us."
There was no further words spoken. Michelle pushed Andrew down onto his back
and jumped on top of him. She placed her knees on each side of his ears and
leaned forward to take his penis into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down,
while he started licking and nibbling on her pussy lips and clit.
I stood transfixed at the sight before me. Kirsty
moved behind me and, reaching round, gently released my cock and removed the
g-string. Then she linked her arms around my chest and started nibbling on my
shoulder and earlobe, never taking her eyes off the scene before us.
On the floor, Andrew came first. His first shot appeared to take Michelle by
surprise, and his semen dripped out of her mouth and down over his balls and
upper thighs. The next shots continued to shoot into her mouth, and she started
gulping it down. When he had finished coming, Andrew rolled Michelle over so
that he was on top, and he set to work with renewed vigour. She soon started to
moan and stiffen before shaking in a huge orgasm.
At this point Kirsty very quietly dragged me from the
room and took me down the hall to my bedroom.
FIRST FUN AND GAMES 16: LOSING IT
Kirsty ushered me into my bedroom and shut the door.
We were both completely naked and as turned on as we had ever been in our
lives. I looked inquiringly at her, and she just smiled and nodded her head. I
grabbed her as we stood by the door and we kissed. Still kissing, we shuffled
over to the bed and fell onto it. Then Kirsty rolled
over until we were spooning together, lying on our left-hand sides. My cock
nestled into her butt crack while my right hand reached around and started
playing with her breasts. I massaged both breasts in turn, spending a fair
amount of time toying with her nipples. At times I ran my hand over her stomach
and down over her thigh. I then started to delve between her legs, where I
found her wetter than ever before. She moaned appreciatively.
As I caressed Kirsty's body, I started thrusting with
my hips into her buttocks. Then Kirsty reached
between her legs and her hand found my penis. She moved her body and her legs
so that our legs intertwined. Then I felt my penis slide into her vagina.
I hadn't known it was possible to have intercourse while in this position, so
it took me a moment to work out what was going on. The incredible feeling I was
experiencing was disrupting my thinking. She was warm and tight, and it is
amazing I didn't come in the first two seconds. I froze and tried to control
myself. Kirsty spoke gentle words of reassurance,
telling me to stop or go whenever I felt the need. So we lay there still while
I tried to bring myself back from the brink.
I continued to caress her body, focussing more attention on her clit. It felt
really weird reaching round her body from behind her and finding my own penis
between her legs. My fingers started doing what had done the trick several
times in the past, and I could feel Kirsty starting
to approach her peak. I started thrusting again, although I fell out twice and Kirsty had to put me back in again. I then stopped
thrusting for a while and focussed on what my hand was doing. It was an amazing
feeling being inside her as she orgasmed. As she came
she shook violently, and she let out an involuntary cry.
As Kirsty started subsiding from her orgasm I started
slowly thrusting again. We soon established a rhythm, and my penis only fell
out one more time. As I felt my orgasm approach, I didn't try to hold back any
more. Instead I kept thrusting with increasing vigour until I came with an intensity
I had never experienced before. My penis kept pumping and pumping far longer
than I had thought possible.
Afterwards, the first words I thought to say were "I love you."
Kirsty pulled my arms tight around her and replied
"I love you too."
We were both utterly exhausted. With the bare minimum of effort we pulled back
the bed covers and climbed in, resuming again the same spooning position as we
drifted off to sleep.
The End
March
2005