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Betty reached to look at her hole cards. The motion was incredibly awkward; moving her left arm out to grasp the cards meant that she needed to cradle her naked breasts with just her right arm to avoid exposing herself. She pulled the cards towards herself but stopped to look at the reactions of her fellow players before examining her own hand.

The tanned-skinned young man to her left studied his cards for a moment, then threw a furtive glance around to the others. He shuffled in his seat, attempting to hide his nudity while pushing out a bet. Jeremy had been a friend of hers for nearly a year -- they'd met at the gym and had struck up an easy friendship. The two of them both enjoyed games and often hung out together, playing coop games and just enjoying each other's company. Betty had hooked up with him on one such occasion -- despite him not being terribly athletic, he had been quite a generous (though inexperienced) partner.

The next player, a young woman with curly blonde hair groaned with annoyance. She looked forlornly at her cards, considering them for several moments before throwing them into the pot. The young woman was still wearing a bra and her skirt, but had clearly no desire of displaying any more of her pale flesh. She'd lost the previous round and had opted to remove her panties. The young woman had gotten a wry smile on her lips and had tossed her panties into the pot, the result being that she fulfilled the clothing-ante rule without showing any more skin.

Betty was a little disappointed when she didn't take off her bra -- she wanted to know how big her nipples were.

I bet they're little pink pointy ones, Betty thought.

Next up was an enormous brown-haired woman who clearly had no inhibitions. She had been losing for some time and had exhausted her supply of clothes to bet. She sat in unabashedly provocative nakedness, collecting the discarded hands with breasts on full display. Betty was a little embarrassed by the woman's lack of reservation, but at the same time was impressed by her liberality.

That woman just doesn't give a fuck about what anyone else thinks, Betty thought.

The giant brunette pushed all in, using the last of her re-buy.

"Go on," the naked woman challenged. "See if you can take me down!"

Erika, the dealer, sat in contemplation of her cards. After thinking for several long moments, she looked down at her body, Taking a deep breath, she pushed in most of her stack of chips. Betty knew that Erika wasn't terrible self-conscious about her body and about showing it to a table of mixed gender, but she wouldn't want to get naked unnecessarily. Erika had a long crimson unruly mane of hair that came down past her chest, as well as still having a full set of underwear on. Even if she lost the hand, she'd easily be able to hide her assets with her reddish locks.

It was the small blind's turn -- the man to Betty's right. Robbie already had a bet out but now he'd have to choose whether to follow the brunette all-in due to his small chip stack. He was still mostly clothed, wearing a tight fitting white singlet and blue trousers.

Betty watched with interest as he re-evaluated his hand. He closed his eyes and seemed to be silently counting something in his mind. His thick eyebrows raised slightly, and pushed a large stack of chips into the centre of the table.

"In case you weren't paying attention," Robbie began. "...I'm the chip leader now because of that magnificently poor choice Quinne made last hand..."

"Hey, pocket deuces win literally half the time asshole!" the tall brunette interjected.

"It probably would've worked if you'd gone all in at the start of the hand rather than at the show-down," Erika said.

Robbie continued as if there had been no interruption.

"...so if you want to call this bet, you'll have to put all your money in the pot."

Several quiet grumbles came from the other players, including from Betty herself. She held a strong hand -- two jacks -- but the ante rule came into effect for all of them because Robbie could cover their bets.

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Jeremy had invited the eclectic group together for a poker game. They had sat together chatting and having a few drinks before Erika had suggested the ante rule.

"Regular Texas Hold'em is getting kind of dull isn't it?" Erika complained.

"Getting dull? It's way more interesting than draw poker. That game almost always is just pure luck," Jeremy said.

Erika kicked off her shoes and leaned back on her chair, her ginger hair cascading behind like a waterfall. "Yeah but at least then I had a chance of winning. Between Amy's perfect guessing and Robbie's bizarre ability to count..."

"It's not guessing! I'm just inferring!" the blonde girl protested.

Her brunette girlfriend leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"That's a distinction with no difference, you dope."

Amy furrowed her brow and pouted.

Erika continued --

"...it doesn't matter! You guys always win. It's no fun when there's no chance to win."

Betty took a sip from her wine cup.

"If you're just going to complain Erika, it isn't going to be any fun anyway," Betty said.

The redhead leaned forward and took a drink from her own cup. A mischievous look crossed her face.

"How about something to make it a little more fair and a little more...challenging?" Erika asked.

The group sat and listened attentively.

"Well, we've all had a few drinks but none of us are drunk. Just, a little relaxed? Let's have an ante rule and not just regular poker."

"Ante rule?" Robbie asked.

"Yeah," Erika said, a cheeky grin transforming from the previously agitated expression.

"Some of us like to play too fast and loose, while others are too slow. We give free re-buys whenever someone goes out, so the game goes for hours. How about this instead -- if you go all-in and lose all your money, you also lose a piece of clothing."

Silence ruled the group for several seconds. Betty fidgeted on her seat, subconsciously shifting her loose fitting dress to cover her knees. Multiple voices started competing for centre stage --

"Hang on what about --"

"But I'm wearing a --"

Betty and Jeremy looked at one another, pausing to allow the other to speak. Jeremy gestured for Betty to speak first.

"I'm...uh...wearing a dress," Betty said flatly.

"So am I," Quinne responded. "So what?"

"It's kind of unfair isn't it? One loss and we're showing a whole lot more than the guys."

"You could always count socks and shoes?" Jeremy offered.

Betty heard both Robbie and Quinne snort under their breath; they caught one another's attention and shared a significant look.

"We're not doing accessories. It's strip poker. It defeats the whole purpose of the exercise if you don't show reveal more of yourself with each piece," Erika said. "And if you've had to rebuy three times, then you deserve to be buck naked."

Betty chortled at that. She liked this idea for the most part -- she wasn't a bad poker player and was confident that she wouldn't end up completely nude. In any case, the notion of being in a room full of semi-naked people seemed pretty titillating to her. She loved new experiences, and strip poker would definitely be an exotic one.

Quinne's girlfriend seemed to go bright red at the idea; she'd been silent on the issue but was clearly nervous about it. The blonde girl raised her hand to speak, but before she got a chance to say anything Quinne whispered something in her ear. She lowered her hand.

"We're game!" Quinne said enthusiastically.

"Sure," Robbie followed.

Jeremy ran in fingers through his short black hair before nodding his assent. All eyes turned to Betty.

"Let's do it."

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Nearly an hour and a half had passed since that moment. It felt like the game had gone so quickly -- nearly everyone had needed to rebuy at least twice. Her prediction was right though -- she had to strip off her dress on only the third hand due to a poorly called bet. Fortunately for her, Jeremy had also lost on that hand (and the previous one); attention was shared between the two of them. No one had missed the opportunity to watch her lose her bra though -- that hand had happened nearly an hour later. Betty had been careful in stripping it off to quickly cover up with one arm as her other unclasped the bra.

She was now put to the test now though. Robbie's bet would put her all in, and she'd lose her panties. Erika would lose her bra, and Amy would end up showing some skin too. Both Jeremy and Quinne were in precarious situations though -- they were both naked and she had no idea what would happen if they lost again at this point.

Maybe we exact some sort of penance, Betty thought cheekily.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen? What's it to be?" Robbie asked.

"Question," the blonde seated next to Quinne said, raising her hand.

"Yes, Amy?"

"What happens to these guys --"she pointed to Jeremy and Quinne. "- if they lose?"

Robbie turned and looked at Erika and Betty in turn.

"Thoughts?"

The redhead flicked her hair back before offering a suggestion.

"How about they have to do a dare? Anything the winner of the hand wants," Erika said.

Called it, Betty thought.

Amy looked horrified. "Anything? What do you mean anything?"

"Relax," Betty consoled. "This game is all voluntary. There's nothing stopping anyone from busting out and observing. I think it's fair though if you want to rebuy -- you've got offer something, right?"

Amy was sufficiently mollified by Betty's answer, but she was clearly uncomfortable about her girlfriend being dared to do 'anything'.

Betty made up her mind.

"I call," she said, pushing in all her chips.

Jeremy had folded at the start of the hand. He conspicuously crossed his legs; Betty wondered if he was getting turned on.

Amy looked at her cards and seemed to buzz with frustration.

"I'm convinced that most of you have terrible hands," Amy complained. "I've probably got all of you covered but..."

Quinne elbowed her affectionately in the ribs and cracked a huge grin. "Do it! Pull the trigger!"

"Fine! I'm all in too," Amy said reluctantly.

"I'm already all in," Quinne followed.

Erika was last to act, but also threw her chips into the pot. "Let's do this thing! Turn over your cards, peeps."

All eyes watched with interest at the showdown. Erika read the results as the dealer.

"Robbie has two pair -- Queens and Threes."

Betty breathed a sigh of relief for a moment.

Erika continued reading results.

"Betty has a higher two pair -- Queens and Jacks. Jeremy is already out...Amy has -- oooh very nice -- three of a kind in Queens. Next, Quinne has -- unsurprisingly -- bottom pair,"

"Well I was trying to steal the pot," Quinne laughed. "I was hoping that I'd scare everyone off."

"It was never going to work -- I was going to make you put all your chips in regardless," Robbie teased.

A broad smile covered Erika's freckled face as she read out her own result.

"And I have a full house -- Nines full of Queens," Erika declared gleefully. "Everyone loses an item of clothing except Jeremy who was smart enough to get out in time."

"Wait, what? Why do I lose clothes?" Robbie demanded.

"The way I see it, you lost to three players at once. That's worth at least one re-buy," Erika argued.

Robbie looked around the room for backing, but no one was sympathetic due to their own impending humiliation.

Erika seemed ready to rub her hands together, her expression mirthful.

"We're going to find out if Betty shaves or not first. I'm betting on the full jungle though."

Betty's eyes flashed with annoyance and embarrassment. She'd hoped others would go first.

"Go on, stand up, take them off!" Erika ordered.

Betty stood up, pushing the chair back with her legs while still cradling her naked breasts with her right arm. Betty hooked her thumb into the left side of her underwear's waistband and tugged gently. She could feel the eyes of all her friends intensely focusing on her as her coarse black pubic hair came into view.

"Ha! I knew it! Unkempt bush!" Erika said triumphantly.

"Don't be a fucking jerk about it," Amy reproached her.

"You're just salty because we're going to get to see your tits," Erika retorted.

"Amy isn't salty," Quinne said defensively. A mischievous look spread across her face. "More savoury, to my taste."

Amy playfully punched the naked amazon in the ribs.

"Sorry! I meant sweet! She tastes sweet!" Quinne corrected.

Amy punched her a second time, harder.

"I mean, I definitely haven't tasted any parts of Amy's body, nor do I know about their flavours," Quinne said with flat affect and huge grin. Amy face-palmed and motioned to Betty.

"Go on."

Betty slid her panties further down her thighs and they fell to the floor. She quickly covered her exposed pubis with her free hand and sat back down. The wooden seat felt rough to her now-bare backside, but the sensation made her hyper-aware of her own naked body. She felt a thrill of excitement and adrenaline course through her blood.

"It's impolite to stare, guys!" Erika stated, breaking the gaze of all participants in the room. "It's Amy's turn to be stared at after all."

Amy turned beet red as the others re-focused their attention on the panty-less participant.

"Well, what's it to be, lover?" Quinne asked, reaching over to rub Amy on the shoulder. "Heads or tails?"

For several moments, Amy didn't appear to move. Betty noticed a subtle shimmying movement coming from beneath the table and the blonde suddenly hoisted her pleated skirt onto the table. She looked around, still red-faced but smiling, and pointed to Jeremy, Erika and Robbie.

"I can sense, you, you and you, all being disappointed! But I've anted up -- I don't have to dance for you or show you my...bits," Amy said.

"Hang on..." Erika began.

Quinne put up a hand to quiet her. "She's not wearing anything from the waist down. Not even hair."

Amy threw a third punch, but this time Quinne was ready for it and caught the blow.

"Well it's your turn now, you bitch," Amy said, attempting to shift attention away from her bottomlessness.

Jeremy raised a hand. "Quinne's already nude. Is she re-buying or...?"

Erika leaned forward on the table, eyes flashing with roguish amusement.

"I won the round, I took your money, if you want to re-buy, you'll have to take my dare," Erika said.

"Yeah, I still want to play!" the giantess said. "What do I do?"

Erika looked at her for several seconds, closed her pale green eyes and became deeply contemplative. A devilish smile overtook her and she opened her eyes to speak.

"I dare you to masturbate until you cum."

"What makes you think I haven't been masturbating since I lost my panties a few rounds ago?" Quinne said brazenly.

Betty's blue eyes opened wide with surprise as she took in the statement. Their strip poker game had been going for a while, and the tall muscular brunette had been sitting nude at the table for more than a dozen rounds now. Quinne always seemed like a sensual woman, but the implied admission made the game seem so much more sexual than she had originally thought.

The rules of the game were simple – regular Texas Hold'em poker betting, but if you lost all your chips, you had to ante in a piece of clothing. In the past hour, Quinne had lost first her dress (revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra) and then her panties in quick succession. Betty admired the giant woman's attitude to her body – Quinne was clearly unashamed and proud, displaying her large breasts throughout the game. Quinne also seemed acutely aware of the effect she was having on the other players, often positioning herself for optimum distraction. Betty found herself entranced when Quinne had stretched her arms high, pulling her soft ample bosom upwardly taut.

Out of clothes, they had decided that a new re-buy would require a new kind of ante. They had agreed that a nude player would have to do some kind of dare – or just bust out. Quinne had lost it all just now, and Erika obnoxiously dared her to masturbate until orgasm.

"Have you really?" Amy asked, obvious shock resonating in her voice.

The tall woman leaned in to give her girlfriend a gentle kiss.

"I have no idea how you're still in if you're this bad at picking up bluffs," Quinne said with affectionate condescension.

"It doesn't matter – a dare's a dare. You'd have to keep doing it regardless," Erika said. She tossed her crimson curls over her shoulder, revealing her own black lace bra underneath. Betty noticed with quiet amusement the attention that action drew – both Jeremy's and Robbie's eyes were attuned to the near naked redhead.

Betty found her own attention divided – everyone at the table was in some state of undress, and she found her blood running hot from the visual feast. Jeremy sat naked and a little embarrassed, using his hands to cover his crotch under the poker table. The 29 year old tan-skinned man wasn't muscular or well-toned, but he had strong, broad shoulders, with long chestnut hair reaching down. A well-developed beard decorated his face; Jeremy had clearly just learned how to grow strong facial hair at this stage of his late twenties. Betty was amused by his lack of comfort in his own skin; she smiled he twisted awkwardly to cover his genitals.

Next to him, the pale-skinned blonde Amy had just lost her skirt to the same hand and was sitting bottomless at the table. She sat conservatively, her legs crossed in the most ladylike pose she could manage given her lack of underwear.

On the right side of Betty was Robert, who was still wearing jeans and a singlet. Robbie was a fairly tall man; not quite as tall as Quinne but a little pudgy in the middle. He had strong cheekbones and an easy, charming smile – Betty found him attractive in a different way. While Jeremy had a genuine but awkward quality, Robbie had the confidence and swagger of a player. His unshaven face looked unkempt at first glance, but a closer inspection revealed it to be a meticulously well-kept designer stubble. His black hair matched his stubble, with greyish flecks s**ttered throughout. Robbie portrayed a detached confidence – he had cavalierly stepped out of the game on several occasions to have a smoke, and his chipstack had not deteriorated significantly in his absence.

On Robbie's right was Erika, a rambunctious redhead who seemed intensely interested in the others' nudity. Her long ginger hair hung in loose curls. Her appearance and attitude were anachronistic; Erika's milky white skin, curvaceous body and red hair gave her an earth-mother feel, though she spoke with an aggressive and lusty quality. Betty had caught her leaning back and forth to get a better look at both Amy and Jeremy several times. She wondered what Erika had planned for the evening but if her dare was any indication, the freckled ginger girl clearly had some interesting ideas in mind.

Amy had gone bright red and seemed ready to burst.

"You can't ask her to do that!" Amy complained.

"Why not?"

"That's...it's private...she's my..."

Amy's response came out stuttered and uncertain. She turned to face her girlfriend, looking for reassurance.

"Hey, easy there Amy," Betty comforted. "It's just a game. We all came to play. Nobody's trying to steal your girlfriend..."

A muffled cough came from Erika's general direction. Betty continued, ignoring the disturbance.

"...but we all like a bit of fun. If Quinne's okay with it..."

"Am I going to get to say something?" Quinne interjected.

"In a moment. I was going to say, if you want to enjoy a bit of non-committal fun, let's see where it goes. If not, we won't hold it against you," Betty finished.

"It's my choice or not," Quinne said, a tone of gruff annoyance in her voice. Her expression softened, and she gave a slight smile after a moment. She turned and had a short, whispered conversation with Amy. The others waited patiently for a minute until the couple turned back to the group.

"What's the specifics of the dare?" Quinne said.

Erika smiled, elongating the freckles across her cheeks.

"We'll keep it civil," Erika said. "You can sit there and do it for however long you need, but I want to see your o-face. Oh, and no one can look under the table. For any dare."

Quinne lowered a hand into her lap; Betty couldn't see below the naked woman's navel due to the height of the table. Betty craned her head to get a better vantage point, but ultimately couldn't see anything more than before.

Several seconds passed with seemingly nothing occurring. Quinne closed her eyes and nothing disturbed the silence of the table. Betty could start to make out a visible movement of the amazon woman's hand; at first it was a gentle up-and-down motion that was indicative of massage. She saw Quinne's breasts rise and fall with deep breaths. Betty found herself entranced by the rhythmic motion of her bosoms gently heaving, u*********sly lowering her own hand down to her panties and felt a slight moistness.

Quinne began to shudder, her arm's movement going faster and faster. She inhaled deeply, her breasts bouncing and after nearly a minute of this intensity she let out a raw, pleasure filled moan. Quinne's body stiffened and involuntarily contracted, letting out the breath in short, ragged bursts. Several short tremors wreathed her body, and then relaxed. She sat back on her chair with a contented smile on her face and opened her eyes.

"Okay..." Quinne said serenely. "I get to re-buy now."

Robbie stood up and walked out of the room. "I might go get you a towel."

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The players sat and waited for Robbie to return; he came back with a towel over his shoulder a tray full of drinks. Robbie put down the tray and threw the towel at Quinne. The naked giantess caught the towel handily, and sat on it with a broad grin. Jeremy looked at her in amazement.

"Did you really need a towel?" Jeremy asked

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Quinne teased, taking beverage from the tray. Betty watched as she took a long drink from the bottle. The tall brunette seemed a little bit shaky in the aftermath of orgasm – liquid leaked out from the seal her lips made on the bottle, down her chin and between her breasts. The liquid traced a path down her navel and disappeared from Betty's view. Quinne lifted a corner of the towel and haphazardly wiped down her naked body.

"New round! Also, I believe Robbie was due to lose a piece of clothing," Erika said, reaching for her own drink.

Robbie shrugged and pulled his singlet over his head in one swift motion. Despite having a little extra weight around his midsection, Betty thought he held himself with confidence. He seemed unafraid of the possibility of getting naked, not from a sense of bravado but from a natural comfort with his own skin. He reached for the deck of cards, his muscles flexing as he dealt, and he threw out cards with expert dexterity. Each pair of cards landed in front of their intended owner precisely.

"How about the ante for each round from now on is a piece of clothing – if you want to play, you have to ante up? You have to take a dare once you run out," Jeremy offered.

Betty nodded and noticed the others doing the same. It's getting interesting now, she thought.

She lifted her hand from covering her bare crotch to look at her face-down cards. She'd lost all her clothes in the last hand, and was left with only her arms to cover up. She re-adjusted her arm to ensure her nipples were covered, and looked at the cards. Betty smiled.

Pocket aces.

The best possible hand in the game. Betty surged with confidence but took a deep breath trying to remain composed. She looked around the table but found it incredibly difficult to get a read on her fellow players given their reactions to Quinne's little show.

Amy threw her cards into the centre of the table. "I like this hand but I'm not risking my bra for it."

Quinne followed suit. "Rags. I might need a minute to recover from dares, so no ante for me." The tall brunette was still breathing heavily.

"I raise," Erika said, pushing in a stack of chips.

"Call," Robbie followed immediately. The others stopped to stare at him for a moment – it was as if he couldn't wait to get his chips in. Betty was suspicious of this, but knew he couldn't have a better hand than she did. He's got Queens or Kings in his hand at best, Betty thought. Still, it might be a good idea to play this slowly.

"Call," she said, slowly pushing chips in. She wanted to appear hesitant and unsure.

"I'm in too," Jeremy said, pushing forward a small stack of chips with one hand while his other covered his exposed body.

Robbie laid down the first three cards. 4-4-10.

Perfect, she thought. No real threat in those cards.

"Your action," Robbie said, pointing to her.

"I raise," Betty said, pushing in a third of her stack.

Jeremy and Erika almost immediately called.

That's somewhat alarming, Betty thought.

"Re-raise."

Robbie pushed in more chips. Betty still though he had a lower pair, but the other two...

She had to take the pot now before something bad came out.

"I'm all in. Let's go boys and girls!" Betty challenged, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. She looked nervously at the other players.

Jeremy spoke up. "I'm all in too. I call."

Erika looked at her cards one last time before throwing them into the pot. "Clearly you guys have better than my top pair."

"Well I'm in too deep now. I'm in," Robbie said. "Flip them over."

Betty revealed her aces, grinning triumphantly. Jeremy turned over his cards, showing Ace-Ten – he had two pair. Betty smiled more broadly, but had the colour drain from her face when she saw Robbie's cards.

Four-four.

He has a four of a kind. Neither of us can win now, Betty thought, horrified. The last two cards didn't matter – she couldn't beat four of a kind, and Erika had said she had one of the tens.

Robbie turned out the last two cards (Queen, Jack), formalizing the loss. "Looks like you both have to take a dare," he said, a touch of mischief in his voice.

"I guess," Betty said, to her chagrin.

"Before we get into dares, I just want to point out that this was an ante game," Amy piped in.

"So?" Erika asked.

"So...you have to lose some of your underwear, Erika," Amy replied.

"What? I didn't lose!"

"Yes – we agreed at the start of the round. The ante for each hand was a piece of clothing – you don't have to lose your whole stack of chips to lose your ante. You have to take of your bra or your panties," Amy said, matter-of-factly. The bottomless blonde seemed to be relishing this bit of rule enforcement.

The redhead opened her mouth to refute it but stopped to think for a moment. Annoyance flashed across her face momentarily, but she silently reached behind her. Erika unhooked the clasp on her bra, holding the cups in place with one hand as she pulled her arms loose of the garment. She pulled her hair to cover her breasts, and threw the bra into the centre of the table.

"Happy?"

Betty thought Erika looked gorgeous like that – ginger hair covering her pale flesh like Lady Godiva.

"I'm certainly enjoying it," Amy said. She turned to face Robbie. "What's their dare?"

The blood rushed through her body with a rush of adrenaline, and Betty nervously awaited Robbie's dare. She looked at Jeremy who looked just as tense as she did. Perhaps moreso – Betty found her friend's nervousness to be endearing.

"How about something with two at once? Would you two be willing to take a double dare?"

Betty met Jeremy's eyes. He looked uncertain, but underneath there seemed to be a kind of eagerness, even desire. She nodded at him

"What did you have in mind?" Jeremy asked.

Robbie gesticulated to the other players to come into a huddle with him. Quinne jumped up, her breasts bouncing pleasingly and bringing her well-groomed pubic hair into view. Amy grabbed the tall brunette by the arm and yanked her bodily back down.

"How about we stay here and talk about it while Elizabeth and Jeremy stand in the kitchen," Amy said.

Betty noticed that the girl was still red-faced – clearly she hadn't forgotten that she was nude from the waist down and wasn't in a hurry to display it.

"That's a great idea!" Quinne agreed, settling back into her chair. "We'll get to see both of them walk away in the buff when they do."

"Shouldn't that count as a dare?" Jeremy said. His nervousness seemed to radiate from him; Betty felt her heart beat a little faster from their shared peril.

"Not at all. It's not a lapdance – you're just walking out of the room. No different than if you needed to get a drink," Erika replied, twirling several long strands of crimson hair covering her naked chest.

"Now mush! I want to see some ass!"

Betty felt her cheeks grow hot as she stood up from the table. She readjusted her right arm to cover her breasts and her left hand to cover her pussy. She turned and headed out of the room, hearing wolf whistles from behind her. She moved her lower hand behind her in an attempt to cover her bare bottom. s**ttered laughter sounded out and Betty went flush with annoyance.

This game was supposed to be good fun, not at my expense, she thought bitterly.

She turned to yell at the others but in a moment realised that they weren't laughing at her. Jeremy had awkwardly stood up from the table and was moving towards the kitchen with her, covering his crotch with both hands. However, his latticed fingers did little to hide his tan-skinned erection – he could only cover up partially and even from this angle Betty could see the stiffened base of his cock. Betty smiled, her frustration gone.

The two naked players hurried out of the room and stood gawkily in the tiled kitchen. Betty had to admit to herself that she was enjoying this – there was something incredibly erotic about standing barefoot and nude with a friend, awaiting a possible filthy dare. Jeremy was attempting to be chivalrous, attempting to avoid staring at her but she could feel his intense interest.

Betty had no such sense of decorum, admiring his broad shoulders and surprising toned leg muscles. Standing naked, she could see he had a strong, masculine shape more than she'd thought he had. Betty caught his eye and winked at him. Jeremy blushed and looked down.

"Okay come back in!" Robbie's voice called out from the living room.

Jeremy turned to walk back out and she received an eyeful of his bronze backside. The slight curve of his ass accentuated the straightness of his waist, and she couldn't resist reaching out to smack it.

"Hey!" Jeremy cried out. He turned and seemed to get even more flustered when seeing the look of interest on her face.

They walked out into the living room while the others gazed at them with amusement. Betty noticed a look of giddiness on Erika's face. Even Amy looked intrigued.

"You ready for your dare?" Robbie asked.

They nodded.

"We decided that at the same time is a little chaotic. So instead..."

Robbie paused for dramatic effect; Erika reached over and smacked the side of his head to hurry him along. He rubbed his head and spoke to Jeremy.

"We dare you to finger fuck Betty for a minute -"

Erika turned to Betty and finished his sentence.

"- and we dare you to jerk off Robbie."