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or fifth time, I decided to sleep on the floor. Those romantic pictures
of couples sleeping in each other arms look good in the movies, but
you can't really sleep that way. I thought about sleeping in Beth's bed,
but wasn't sure what Mary would think about that so I dragged the
blanket off Beth's bed and went to sleep on the floor next to Mary's
bed.

When I woke up Mary was standing next to me in a bathrobe.

"Good morning sleepy head," Mary said with a smile.

"Uuuhh...good morning," I mumbled still half asleep.

Slowly things began to fall back into place. I was sleeping on the floor
in Mary's room because she kept kicking me when I tried to sleep in
her bed. These dorm beds were definitely not designed for sleeping
two people. I was still naked under the blanket after last night's
activities.

I sat up and looked around. I spotted my clothes still lying on the floor
after last night's strip poker game. I leaned over and grabbed my
underpants and started to slip them back on under the blanket.

"Just a minute there Larry," Mary said. "I won those last night. I get
to keep them."

I looked up at Mary. I had forgotten that she said that, but now I
remembered agreeing to it. Of course, I had expected to win when I
agreed to it, but no big deal.

"Oh, I forgot," I said, taking them back off. "Here, you can add them
to your strip poker trophy case."

"Thanks," Mary said, as she knelt down next to me and planted a kiss
on my cheek.

"You know Larry," Mary said. "You did that well last night. If you
didn't tell me it was your first time, I would think you had been
practicing."

"You were great too," I said. "But right now I really have to get
dressed and answer a call of nature."

"Well, then don't let me get in your way," said Mary as she handed
me my jeans and shirt.

I pulled my jeans up very carefully, since I wasn't wearing underwear.
I headed out of Mary's room. It was a long way to the men's
bathroom. By the time I got back, Mary was already dressed.

"I think we missed breakfast," Mary said.

"I usually do on Sunday," I said.

I felt awkward. What was I supposed to say now? What was I
supposed to do? I had never slept with a girl before. What did you say
in the morning?

"There is a coffee shop over on Main Street," I finally said. "We
could get some coffee..."

"Ok, yeah. That sounds good. I can't hang around all day though. I
have got a bunch of work to get done today."

"So do I. Look, I really need to shave. Why don't I run by my dorm
and meet you there in say...half an hour?"

"That sounds fine," Mary replied with a smile. She reached out and
kissed me on the cheek.

"You look uncomfortable in those jeans," Mary said, as I headed out
the door. "You better put some underwear on before you hurt yourself
or something."

"I was planning on it," I said as I turned down the hall.

In fact, I really didn't need to shave that badly, but I did need to get
some underwear.

A half an hour later I was wearing clean underwear and feeling much
better when I met Mary outside the coffee shop on Main Street. We
got two cups of plain coffee and some muffins and found a table.

"Ahh...I'm not sure how to ask this, but ... well are we ... you know ...
going together now?" I asked.

Mary smiled. "Do you want to be?" she replied.

"Yeah," I said. "I mean, if you want to."

"Oh, Larry, of course I want to. You know that, don't you?"

"Well, I wasn't sure. I've never had a real girlfriend before."

"And I've never had a real boyfriend before either. So it's a first for
both of us."

This was followed by an awkward pause. Mary smiled and sipped her
coffee. I finally felt I had to say something.

"So, besides strip poker, what things do you like to do?" That was a
silly question, but all I could think of.

Mary smiled and half-giggled. "Well...I'm a pretty simple girl. I like
movies and music and TV. You know, simple stuff like that."

"So what do you want to do next weekend?"

"Well...I think there'll be the big strip poker game on Friday."

"Do we have to go to that?"

Mary laughed.

"Well...I have promised lots of people to be there...besides it will be
fun. We just need to be careful to make sure we don't loose."

"Are those people from last nights game really going to play in this
game?"

"I think so," Mary said. "I'll have to check with them. I sort of
wonder about Fred after what Sally and Carrie did to him last night,
but..."

"Yeah, stealing his clothes and taking them down to the lounge, that
was a dirty trick. What are they going to do after the next game?"

"Oh...I didn't tell you about that." Mary had that mischievous smile
again.

"Didn't tell me what?"

"Ah...the loser of next weeks game has to streak the campus."

"What!!! Streak the campus, you're kidding, right?"

"Shh...not so loud," Mary said, looking around to see if anyone was
staring at us. Mary wasn't kidding.

For those who are not familiar with the great university tradition of
streaking, it means running naked across the campus, usually at night.
The most popular route is to run from the south campus entrance
through the center of campus and out the northwest gate. Most
streakers do not run alone. They have several clothed people who run
`escort' with them to provide protection from anyone who might try to
accost them. The escorts can also carry a sweat suite or something the
streaker can throw on in case the campus police show up, but that is
rarely a problem.

Most streakers are men, although there are always stories of women
streakers. I had never seen a streak, although I had heard there had
been one earlier this year. I had always wondered why people would
do something like that. I figured they were either exhibitionists or had
lost a stupid bet. It never occurred to me that they might have lost a
strip poker game!

After looking around and deciding that no one had taken notice of my
outburst, Mary continued in a soft voice. "It will be late at night, right
after the game, so there won't be many people around, and the
winners will all run escort for the losers to make sure nothing bad
happens, so it'll be safe."

"But...but...I don't want to streak the campus," I protested.

"Well, I certainly don't want to either," Mary replied. "If we play
carefully, just like we did last night, there should be no problem."

"But we got some pretty good cards last night. What happens if we
just don't get any playable cards?"

"Then we just fold our hands and wait for others to make mistakes.
With the people who will be playing in this game, I'm sure somebody
else will make the big mistakes."

"But...what happens if we get a full house or something and get beat
by somebody with a higher full house or four of a kind?"

"Well...we need to be real, real careful," Mary said. "As long as there
are people with less clothes on than we have, we don't need to win a
hand, so we don't take any chances. We let the others take chances
and wait for them to make the mistakes."

What Mary said made sense, as long as we did not get a real bad run
of cards and everyone else played well. I guess the chances of that
were slim.

After all the strip poker games, I was no longer frightened by the
thought of dropping my shorts in front of this group of girls. I had
seen most of these girls naked already, and most of them had seen me
naked too, if only briefly, but the idea of running naked across the
campus caused a knot in my stomach.

"Late at night it's kind of cold for streaking isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Another good reason to make sure we don't lose"

It was clear I was not going to talk Mary out of this, so I would just
have to make the best of it and try to make sure it wasn't us who
streaked the campus next weekend.

"Well...if we already have plans for Friday night, how about a movie
on Saturday night?"

"Ok. What would you like to see?"

I hadn't thought about that and really didn't even know what was
playing.

"Ah.... I'll let you pick the movie."

I guess I was going to find out the hard way what kind of movies
Mary liked. Even if Mary picked some dopey romantic girl movie, I
still got to spend two hours in a dark theater with Mary. Not too bad,
but better if we could spend a few hours in my room afterwards. I
would have to talk to Marc, my roommate, and make a deal for the
room on Saturday night.

"Well, I've got a lot of work to do today, so I better get going," I said.
"I'll call you tonight, ok?"

"I've got to get to work too," Mary said.

A few minutes later we parted company with a kiss in front of Mary's
dorm and I headed back to my room to hit the books.

I called and talked with Mary every night and we met at the library to
study together for a few hours on Tuesday night, but I found it really
hard to concentrate with Mary there. My mind kept wandering off to
events of Saturday night and that would cause and uncomfortable
bulge in my pants.

I really wanted to just pick Mary up and carry her back to my room
for a repeat of Saturday night. The only problem was Marc and
Charlene already were doing it back in my room, which is why I was
studying at the library. Mary's goody-goody roommate Beth ruled out
her room, so we were stuck. Then a thought crossed my mind. I had
heard stories of people doing it someplace back in the stacks of the
library. Maybe I could get Mary to give me a blowjob right there in
the library. I decided I better stop thinking so much.

Before we parted, Mary said the game was now all set for Friday
night, and that almost everyone would be there. Even Fred had
apparently been convinced to play. That was good. More players
meant less chance of us losing. That made me feel better.

By Friday I had gotten use to the idea that the loser of tonight's game
was going to the streak the campus and I had spent at least one hour
each night reviewing my poker book to make sure I was as sharp as
possible. While I wished that Mary hadn't gotten me into this, I was
confident that Mary and I would not be the ones streaking the campus.
That was before I ran into Vicky.

"Hey...Larry," I heard a female voice call as I walked back to my
dorm after my German class. I turned and saw Vicky, Kat's
roommate. Vicky was the girl I had bluffed out of a hand in a strip
poker game at her apartment a few weeks ago. Mary had told me that
Vicky was mad at me and wanted to get even with me for stripping
her in that game.

"Hi, Larry," Vicky said with a smile as she walked up to me. If Vicky
was smiling at me, I was probably in trouble.

"I hear that you are going to be...ah...as they say...doing a little
streaking tonight."

"Where did you hear that?" I replied.

"Oh...just around," Vicky smiled.

"Well it's not true. At least it's not going to be me who's going to be
doing the streaking."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that Larry," Vicky smiled. "I heard that
Sharon has invited a real poker pro to this game. Some guy named
Les. He's going to beat you out of your clothes and send you running
home naked."

"Well...I wouldn't believe everything you hear," I replied, trying not
to sound nervous.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be there tonight
waiting for you," Vicky said.

"You're going to play in the poker game tonight?"

"No, silly," Vicky replied. "I'm going to be waiting on campus for
you to a...run by. Oh, and I'll have my camera too."

It had never occurred to me that somebody might have a camera on
the campus in the middle of the night.

"Well...you could just take your picture now, because this is all you're
going to see tonight. I have no intention of losing."

"We'll see," Vicky said, looking down at my jeans. "I'm hoping to
see at least a little something there." Vicky giggled, then turned and
walked away.

I hoped Vicky wasn't serious. The girls wouldn't invite a poker pro to
the game. She was just saying that to make me nervous, and it was
working. As soon as I got back to the dorm I called Mary, but no one
answered the phone.

I changed clothes, then sat around the room thinking things over. I
was sure Vicky had just made that story up, but she clearly knew
about the strip poker game tonight and she knew that the loser would
streak the campus. If she knew that, then how many other people
knew it? I had expected the campus to be completely deserted by the
time this game was over. Was there going to be a big crowd of people
who had heard about the game waiting for the loser? Some of them
with cameras? That was a disconcerting thought.

I tried to call Mary again, and this time she answered the phone.

"I ran into Vicky today," I said.

"Oh," Mary replied.

"She seemed to know all about tonight's game," I said.

"She knows Sharon and Kristen pretty well, so I'm not surprised."

"Vicky said there was going to be a poker professional named Les at
the game tonight."

Mary laughted.

"I think Vicky was trying to tweak you, and it sounds like it worked.
There is somebody named Les who is suppose to be there tonight, but
he's some friend of Sharon's and he certainly isn't a poker
professional."

"That's what I thought," I said. "Vicky also claimed she was going to
wait on campus with a camera for the loser to streak."

Mary laughed again.

"Vicky really tweaked you didn't she. You have to be careful about
bluffing girls out of their clothes in these strip poker games. I'm sure
Vicky has better things to do with her Friday night than camp out all
night in the hopes of getting a picture of ...um...well, of you in the
buff."

"Well, yeah, but how many other people know about the game?"

"Vicky is a good friend of Sharon's, so I wouldn't worry about it. Just
relax. If you keep your cool, we won't lose and it won't matter if
Vicky has a CNN news crew there waiting for you."

"Ok. I'll pick you up after dinner."

"I'll probably meet you in the lobby," Mary added. "I want to avoid
having to explain too much to Beth."

Mary was indeed waiting for me in the lobby. She was wearing the
same tight fitting white blouse and full blue skirt with a white flower
pattern that she wore to the first strip poker game.

"Ready for the big game, Larry?" Mary asked. "Or are you still
spooked by Vicky."

"Well...I did see a CNN truck go by on the way over, so they do
seemed to be getting ready for something big."

"Don't be silly," Mary said as we headed out of the dorm and started
the long trek into the student ghetto south of the campus.

Mary wanted to make sure I remembered all the rules and strategy for
tonight's game. This game was going to be different from the previous
games. Mary and I would play as a team, with six pieces of clothes
each for a total of twelve pieces. Mary thought there were going to be
9 couples total in the game, so Sharon and Kristen's apartment was
going to be crowded.

This would be a nine handed game of draw poker. There was no ante,
but we were using the must open rule like we had used in last
Saturday's practice game. Before the draw, you had to have at least a
pair of Jacks to open the betting, and the opening bet was always one
item of clothes. As soon as one player opened, everyone else had to
see this bet. This replaced the ante. After the draw, each bet or raise
was one or two items of clothes.

To bet an item of clothes, you had to take it off. To make the game go
a little faster the girls had decided that only underwear could be put
back on, even if you won it right back. That meant as soon as you bet
your pants, they were gone until the game was over. The game ended
when the first couple lost all their clothes, and that couple would be
the one to streak the campus. Of course it was always possible that
more than one couple would be striped on the same hand, in which
case they all would streak the campus.

The rest of the players could put their clothes back on before the
streak. The losers would only be given back their clothes after the
streak. Mary said they had some jogging suits for the losers to wear
from the apartment until they got back to campus.

Mary's strategy to avoid being the streaker tonight was simple. If you
folded every hand after the draw, you would lose just one item of
clothes for your must open bet. This meant you could survive 12
hands without betting. Mary doubted that the game would go 12
hands. Mary wanted us to play very tight. Just fold unless you had a
sure winner, like a full house or better. Even then, we had to be real
careful that we did not get beat by a higher full house or something. If
we didn't get any really good hands, we would just fold and hope that
someone else would lose before we were stripped. Given the caliber
of players in this game, it sounded like a good strategy to me.

We finally arrived at the once elegant, now defaced house I
remembered from our first two strip poker games. As I walked up the
stairs to the second floor apartment, I remembered how I had felt the
night of that first strip poker game. I had been very unsure of myself.
Unsure whether I could take my clothes off in front of strange girls,
unsure if I knew how to play poker, and, most of all, unsure of where I
stood with Mary. Tonight as I walked up the stairs, I was sure of
myself.

As Mary knocked at the door, I could hear several people talking
inside. Kristen answered the door and let us in. The apartment already
seemed crowed. As I looked around, I recognized Betty and Joe from
our earlier games. Sally, Jill, Kevin and Rick from last Saturday's
game were already here too. Then I noticed a couple I didn't
recognize standing in the kitchenette talking with George.

"Who's that talking to George?" I whispered to Mary.

"Don't know," Mary replied. "Must be that poker pro that Vicky told
you about. Let's go introduce ourselves."

As Mary and I walked up, George noticed us and said, "Hey, Mary,
nice to see you again, and nice to see you too, Larry."

I smiled. The way George said that made me think he was hoping to
get to see a little more of Mary tonight.

"Let me introduce you to Linda and Les," George continued.

Les looked to be just over 6 feet tall, and had a good athletic build, but
I barely noticed him as I reached for Linda's hand. Linda smiled as
she shook my hand. Linda had long blond hair, and a very attractive
figure that was accentuated by a tight sweater and a short skirt. Linda
clearly was trying to look like a knockout, and had pretty much
succeeded.

"Les is an old friend of Sharon's," George said.

"George means an old boyfriend," Les smiled, as he reached out to
shake my hand.

"An old boyfriend!" Mary exclaimed. "That is interesting."

"Sharon and I parted on good terms," Les said. "I just heard about the
game and asked if I could come. At least I hope Sharon hasn't stacked
the deck or something to get even with me."

"I heard you were a poker professional," I said.

"Well, that is a little bit of an exaggeration, I think," Les said. "I do
play poker for money some..."

"Like every week," inserted Linda.

"...but it's just a small stakes home game," continued Les.

"He has already won enough money this semester to pay for his
tuition for the whole year," Linda said in a matter of fact tone.

"Yeah, but I was just lucky," Les said. "There're a couple of frat guys
with lots of money that started playing almost every week. They think
they know a lot about poker, but they are very easy to read. I just got
some good cards and made a couple of killings against them."

It sounded like Vicky had not been too far off base in describing Les
as a poker pro. I was wondering how much Linda knew about poker.
If Linda was a decent poker player, we might all be in trouble with
this couple in the game.

I glanced over to see Fred and Carrie arrive. So Carrie had actually
persuaded Fred to come, in spite of what she and Sally did to him
after last Saturdays game. I wonder what inducements Carrie had
offered Fred to convince him to come? It probably would not be polite
to ask.

I looked around the room at all the girls. I had already seen most of
them naked at one of our previous strip poker games. Sharon was the
big loser at the second game. I had seen Kristen completely naked at
that second game too. Cathy had only her panties left at the end of that
second game. Jill had been stripped in last Saturday's game and Carrie
had ended up topless. That left only Betty, who by some miracle had
never lost her bra or panties in all the games and Sally who had done
very well in last Saturday's game. Then, of course, there was Linda. I
would certainly like to see a little more of Linda, but with her poker
playing boyfriend that did not seem too likely.

I guess everyone was here now and we seemed to be getting ready to
get started. Sharon turned off the music to get everyone's attention.

"Ok, everyone is here, so I think we can get started in a few minutes,"
Sharon said. "I think you all know the rules, but just in case you want
to review them, I have a couple of copies of them here."

Sharon held up a few sheets of paper, but I did not feel I needed to
read the rules, even though they were a little different for this game.
Mary had gone over all the rules with me several times.

"Now remember, each couple will take turns playing the hands, and
the person who is playing the hand has total authority to decide on the
play of that hand, including how much clothes to bet. Since we will
alternate who plays the hand, each of you will play every other hand
against the same players. We will divide up so there will be close to
equal numbers of male and female players in each hand."

Mary and I began to move out of the kitchenette to join the circle of
players in the living area. Mary went over and stood next to Betty and
Joe and I joined her. Kristen came over and stood next to us on the
other side as the couples formed a rough circle.

"Ok," Sharon said. "Now I will play the first hand. We want to
alternate boy girl around the circle, so that means Les you will play
the first hand too, and Jill you will play also, and ..."

"Kevin," Kevin injected when it was clear Sharon either didn't know
his name or had forgotten it.

"Ah, yes, Kevin you will play this hand, ... and Betty ... and Larry...
and Kristen... and Fred... and Cathy," Sharon said as she went around
the circle. That left Sharon and Cathy playing next to each other, but
with nine couples, that had to happen.

I glanced around the circle at the people I would have to play. The
only one who really worried me was Les. I had played everyone else
at least once and felt I knew how they played, but Les was a real
unknown.

Sharon got the two decks of cards and began to shuffle the cards as
the players sat down on the floor in a circle to start the game. As I
looked around the circle, I realized I had almost forgotten that the
loser of this game had to streak the campus. While it might be niece to
strip some of these girls, the important thing was to make sure that
Mary and I were not the ones that had to run naked across the campus
tonight.

Sharon dealt out the cards and I reached downs to pick up my first
hand.


Chapter 11 The Couples Game

I peaked at my cards. They were basically junk, a king, queen, ten,
five and a two. Well, given Mary's strategy, I guess it would be easy
to keep folding junk hands.

Sharon had dealt, so the betting started with Cathy. She immediately
opened. All the guys took off their shoes as the bet for this first hand.

"Hey guys," Sharon injected. "Let's make this a little simpler. Only
put one shoe in the middle and put the other one in the corner. That
way we don't have to try to keep them together. We can do the same
thing with socks."

Everyone agreed, so I tossed one shoe in the corner and put the other
in the pot.

Everybody took three cards, except for Sharon and Cathy. Sharon
took one and Cathy took 2. I picked up my three new cards and was
surprised to see another king and two threes. I now had two pair,
kings and threes. A fair hand, but not likely to win in a nine handed
game.

The betting started with Cathy. She had opened and taken two cards,
so I expected her to bet, but after studying her cards for a long time,
she passed. Fred and Kristen passed quickly, and then it was my turn.
I looked at my cards again, but decided Mary would kill me if I bet, so
I passed too.

Betty, Kevin and Jill quickly passed. Les looked over at Sharon,
shook his head and passed. That left it up the Sharon. She had taken
one card, but after thinking for a minute, she passed too. Boy
everyone was being careful on this first hand.

We all laid our cards down and I looked around. Could I have actually
won this hand with my two pair? That would be a great stroke of luck.

"I've got two pair," Cathy said. I looked across at her hand. I saw two
aces sticking out the end and realized I was beat.

"I've got two pair, too," I said. "But it looks like yours is higher."

No one else could beat Cathy's two pair of aces and jacks, so she
collected the pot with all the guy's shoes. I stood up to let Mary sit
down to take my place. It was Bill's turn to deal. Bill had taken Cathy
place, and he slowly shuffled the cards. It takes a long time to shuffle
two decks of cards, and he was being careful to make sure he did a
good job.

After the cards were dealt, Carrie was the first to act, and she quickly
announced she was opening. This time it was all the girls who had to
put in their shoes, all except for Cathy. Bill tossed somebody else's
shoe in for them.

A number of players including Mary took three cards, but Carrie, Joe
and Bob took two and Rick took one card.

Carrie was studying her cards and finally looked back at Fred.

"Ok, Fred," Carrie said. "I'm going to open for one. That's your
socks."

Fred tossed one sock into the middle and put the other one aside.

George and Mary both folded without much thought. Joe put his cards
on the floor.

"I'm raising two," Joe said, as he pulled his socks off. Betty standing
next to us looked at Joe with an expression that seemed to say `Are
you sure you know what you're doing?', but she pulled her socks off
and handed them to Joe. Joe then unbuttoned his shirt and tossed that
into the pot too.

Now things were starting to get interesting. Sally folded, but Rick
immediately jumped up and started pulling his socks off.

"We're seeing the bet," Rick said to Jill, who also removed her socks
and Rick then pulled his shirt off over his head and placed it in the
middle too.

Linda had been intently watching Rick undress and now that it was
her turn, she said, "I'm seeing this bet too."

What kind of hands did all these people have? No one would bet last
hand, now we had three players in for three items already. Linda
wiggled out of her panty hose, while Les dropped his shirt and socks
into the pot.

Bob had been enjoying the view while Linda had removed her panty
hose next to him, but now he had to decide what to do. I guessed he
must have something too, because it did not seem an easy decision,
but after thinking, he folded.

Bill folded and then we were back to Carrie, who had a kind of
worried look on her naturally very pale face. Carrie clearly had not
expected this many people to bet, after what had happened on the first
hand. After thinking, she folded, rather than put up two more pieces of
clothes.

"Ok, Joe, what have you got there," said Rick.

"Three kings," said Joe as he spread his cards with a smile.

Linda muttered, "Damn" and threw her cards on the floor.

"Not so fast," said Rick, as he spread his hand. "I've got a straight."

I looked at Rick's cards and sure enough, it was a 7 high straight. Rick
had taken one card and drawn to a straight.

"What did you have?" asked Les to Linda.

"Three Queens," said Linda as she stood up.

No wonder that had been so much betting. I wonder what Carrie had?
Probably three of something smaller.

Mary stood up and let me sit down for the next hand. It looked like
Mary's strategy was beginning to pay off. The Betty, Joe team and the
Linda, Les team were both down three pieces of clothes. The
Fred/Carrie team was down one item also. So Mary and I just had to
wait for one of them to lose. We would see how good a poker player
Les really was.

Fred dealt out the next hand. I got another queen high garbage hand.
Kristen was the first to act, and she passed. So did I. Betty passed and
Kevin finally opened the betting. For me that just meant my socks, but
I looked to see Betty unfastening her blouse and Linda stood up and
pulled her tight fitting knit blouse off over her head. With both Betty
and Linda's while lacy bras now in full view, I began to feel a bulge
in my pants.

Most people took three cards, except for Sharon, who took one and
Kristen, who took two. My three new cards gave me a pair of eight's,
but that was clearly a loser.

Since Kevin had opened, he was the first to act, but he passed.
Everyone else passed around to Cathy.

"I'm opening for two," Cathy said, and she tossed two shoes into the
pot.

Fred, Kristen, myself, Betty and Kevin folded. Jill was staring at
Cathy. Rick and Jill had a big stack of clothes from winning the
previous hand, so Jill could afford to call Cathy's bet, even with
almost nothing in her hand. Finally, Jill called the bet and tossed a
couple shoes into the pot.

Everyone else folded.

"Ok, what have you got Cathy?" asked Jill.

"Two Pair, Queen's and ten's," Cathy announced.

Jill threw her hand away. Obviously she did not have very much. So
Cathy won the hand with two pair, Queen's and ten's.

Mary played the next hand, but it seemed to be almost a repeat of the
last hand. This time Rick was playing instead of Jill and Bill instead
of Cathy, but the two teams with the big stacks of clothes next to them
were once again the only bettors. Mary's lost her socks. Joe and Les
both lost their pants this hand, so they were now both sitting there
with obvious bulges in their underpants. This brought a smile to
Mary's face as she glanced over at Joe. Rick won the hand with three
three's. Of the first four hands, Rick and Jill had won two and Cathy
and Bill had won two.

I took Mary seat on the floor and looked around the circle as I picked
up the cards and began to shuffle them. I was going to have to ante my
shirt this hand, but Betty would have to ante her slacks and Linda
would ante her short little skirt. Things were definitely starting to get
interesting. I dealt out the cards and picked up my hand. I had two
queens and some small junk. If I drew a third queen, it would be hard
to not bet, but that probably wouldn't happen.

Betty was the first to act, and she passed. So did everyone else, right
back to me. I had a minimum opening hand, so I opened with my
shirt. Betty stood up and unzipped her slacks. She stepped out of them
one leg at a time, revealing pure white lacey panties. Betty dropped
her slacks in the pot and sat down next to me. Kevin pulled off his
shirt for the opening bet. Jill tossed in somebody's shoe. Les turned
and looked at Linda.

"Oh," Linda said. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall casually to the
floor, revealing white low cut panties. Linda bent over and picked the
skirt off the floor, tossing it into the pot. Linda had been standing
behind Les, but now without her skirt, she decided to sit down.

Bob removed his shirt for his and Sharon's opening bet. Cathy tossed
a pair of shoes from her pile into the pot. Carrie slowly unbuttoned her
blouse and dropped it in the pot. George casually pulled off his shirt
and tossed it into the center of the circle.

Everybody took three cards, except for Sharon, who took two. Sharon
must have had a small pair and an Ace kicker, because she didn't
open. I picked up my three new cards, but they were just junk, so I
still had only a pair of queens. Before the draw, I guess a pair of
queens must have been the best hand, but I was sure it wasn't now, so
I passed.

Betty passed too, but Kevin slowly set his cards down.

"I'm opening for one," Kevin said as he turned to Sally. Sally pulled
her sweater off over her head and handed it to Kevin, who dropped it
into the pot.

Jill reached down and grabbed three shoes from her pile of clothes.

"I'm raising two," Jill announced.

Les folded quietly. Sharon was clearly thinking about betting, but she
folded too. Cathy immediately started counting out five shoes from
her stack of clothes.

"I'm raising two also," she said.

I wondered what Jill and Cathy had, besides big piles of clothes. Fred
and Kristen folded. I, of course, folded, and so did Betty. Now it was
back to Kevin.

"That's four to us right," Kevin said as he stood up and began to
unfasten his pants. Sally looked at Kevin with that `are you sure' look.
Sally could see where this was going, and her two pieces where slacks
and bra. Kevin dropped his pants and stepped out of them. There
obviously was a big bulge in the front of Kevin's shorts. Kevin pulled
his undershirt off over his head and sat down as he dropped it into the
pot.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Sally said. She unzipped her
slacks, and stepped out of them, tossing them into the pot. Sally
stopped and looked around the circle, then she reached back behind
her and tugged at the latch on her bra for a few seconds. She finally
unlatched it, and threaded first one arm and then the other out of the
straps, while holding the bra against her beasts. Sally's eyes went
around the circle, then she pulled the bra away from her breasts. Free
of the confines of her bra, Sally's breasts were rounded, grapefruit
size mounds topped with a small, erect nipple. While modest in size,
they still bounced as Sally sat down.

"Let's see there, it's two to me." Jill said, as she looked over at Sally
and Kevin, now sitting next to her in their underpants and panties. Jill
counted out four more shoes from her stack of clothes.

"I'm raising two more," Jill said with a smile as she looked down at
the bulge in Kevin's jockey shorts.

"Well, I don't really have anything," said Cathy. "So I'll fold." Cathy
smiled at Kevin and let her cards drop to the floor.

Now all eyes were on Kevin and Sally.

"Jill doesn't have anything either," Kevin said as he started to get up.

"Well...she's got more clothes on than we do," said Sally also getting
up.

"I wouldn't be so sure that I'm bluffing," said Jill. "You could always
fold."

"It's too late for that," said Kevin, as he jerked his shorts down to his
ankles. As Kevin's erection popped out of his shorts, I heard a mixture
of giggles and cheers from the girls. Kevin sat down immediately and
pulled his shorts off his ankles and into the pot, while moving his legs
to try to cover up.

Sally was standing behind Kevin, and when he sat down, I could now
see a clear profile of her breasts. Although Sally's breasts were not
large, the combination of the long bleached blonde hair draping over
her naked shoulders and the neat mounds protruding from her chest,
made a very uncomfortable tightness in my pants. This only lasted a
second though, because Sally could feel all the eyes in the room
staring at her now, and she decided to get this over quickly. She
grabbed the waistband of her panties and pushed them down to the
floor, then she sat down all in one motion. I only caught a brief glance
at her bush as she sat down. It had clearly been trimmed and the hair
was much darker than the bleached blond hair that flowed off her
shoulders. Sally picked her panties off her ankles and handed them to
Kevin.

"I'm expecting these right back," Sally said.

"Ok, what have you got Jill," Kevin said.

Jill smiled and spread her cards on the floor. "I have a king high," Jill
said with a laugh. "What do you have Kevin."

"Jill...at least I had an Ace," said Cathy turning over the ace from her
discarded cards.

Kevin turned to Sally and said, "See, I told you they were bluffing."

"Yeah, yeah...but we're the ones who are naked," said Sally. "Just
show your cards, and get me back my underwear."

Kevin spread his cards on the floor. "A full house, kings over jacks,"
he announced, as he picked up Sally's bra and panties from the pot
and handed them back to Sally. Then he grabbed his own shorts out of
the pot. In a few seconds both Sally and Kevin were in their
underwear again, and Sally now looked much more comfortable than
the two minutes she had been sitting there naked.

With the show over, I stood up to let Mary sit down for the next hand.
Three teams now had big piles of clothes behind them. Kevin and
Sally had the biggest pile. Both Jill and Rick and Cathy and Bill had
good size stacks, and in addition, both of them were wearing most of
their own clothes. Clearly these three teams were going to make
anyone else with a good hand put all their clothes in the pot to prove
it.

Joe dealt out the next hand. Sally passed, but Rick opened with
somebody's sock from his pile. Les pulled off his undershirt for his
bet. Sharon unbuttoned and removed her blouse revealing her black
lacy bra. Bill tossed in yet another shoe from his pile.

Carrie looked at Fred, who took a deep breath and unbuckled his
pants. Fred stepped out of his jeans and handed them to Carrie. There
was a big bulge and a wet spot on the front of Fred's jockey shorts,
and he quickly sat down to provide some cover.

Kristen pulled her sweater up over her dirty blond hair and tossed it
into the pot. Kristen was wearing a bluish purple lacey bra.

Now it was Mary's turn. She pulled her tight fitting sweater blouse off
over her head. As she reached back to pull the last of her light brown
hair through the opening, her white lacey clad breast protruded
forward. Mary tossed the sweater into the pot.

Joe took off his undershirt and Sally tossed in a shoe to complete the
betting. Everyone took three cards this time. Rick had opened so he
was the first to act.

"I'm opening for two," Rick said as he pulled two socks from his pile
of clothes.

Linda, Bob and Bill quickly folded. Carrie sat staring at Rick for quite
a while, but finally folded too. Carrie must have had a little
something, but not a really good hand.

George and Mary both folded.

"I'm going to see your bet," Joe said confidently. Joe stood up, looked
around and pulled his shorts down to his knees. He stepped out of his
shorts one leg at a time and dropped them in the pot, while he stood
there with his erection sticking straight out. This brought a couple of
gasps from the other side of the circle. Finally Joe sat down, but I
could still see the head of his penis sticking up between his legs.

"Ok, Betty," Joe said. "It's your turn." Joe seemed to be enjoying this.
As I recall, he had lost at some of our earlier games, but Betty had
never had to remove her bra before, at least at any of the game that I
was at. Betty stood up and unfastened her bra in back. She let the bra
slide down her arms away from her breasts. Betty clearly had the
largest breasts of any of the girls here tonight. Sitting on the floor
looking up at her, they looked like huge mountains. Freed from the
support of her bra, her breasts sagged noticeably.

After Betty sat down, I finally glanced back at Mary and realized she
had been watching me stare up at Betty's breasts. She smiled and
leaned over and whispered, "Enjoying the view?"

"Yes," I replied. "There are some interesting things popping up
around here."

Mary giggled and glanced over at Joe.

"I can see that," she whispered. "But I hope somebody loses soon, or
we are going to be a bit too revealing ourselves."

"I'm raising one," said Sally, as she pulled three shoes from her stack
of clothes.

"You didn't have to do that," Betty said staring at Sally.

"Well...If I had to do it, then you can too," replied Sally.

Rick tossed another sock to see the bet.

Betty stood up, and casually pulled her panties down to her knees and
stepped out of them. She tossed them into the pot, then forced a big
smile and struck a pose.

"Was this what you were looking for?" she said.

I was looking almost directly at her bush, which was right at my eye
level as I sat on the floor behind Mary. Betty had a large mound of
curly dark brown hair, and I could just see the front of her vaginal lips
between her legs.

After a few seconds Betty sat down, and I realized that Mary had been
staring at me again, rather than Betty. Mary giggled.

"Ok, what have you got, Sally?" asked Joe.

Sally smiled and spread her cards. "A pair of tens," she said.

"A pair of Kings," said Rick.

"Three nine's," said Joe as he spread his cards.

Joe handed Betty her bra and panties, then slipped his own jockey
shorts back on. As Betty's ample breasts once again disappeared
behind the vile of her bra, I realized this was not really a good
development. Now only Les and Linda had significantly fewer
clothes than we did. They had only three items of clothes left, but if
they could win one of the next three hands, we could be in trouble.

As Mary and I changed places, Mary whispered to me, "Relax and
stick with the plan." Well, she wasn't panicking yet.

Kevin dealt out the cards this time, and once again I got a pair of
queens. If the third queen showed up on the draw, I would have to go
for it, but otherwise, I would just fold it.

Jill was the first to act, but she passed.

Les turned to Linda and said, "I can open."

Linda stared blankly back at Les for a few seconds.

"Oh," Linda said when she realized that meant they were betting her
bra.

Linda got to her feet, and struggled with the clasp on her bra for
several seconds before getting it unfastened. Linda let the bra slide
down her arms away from her breasts, then tossed the bra into the pot.
Linda's breasts reminded me of small mountains. They were almost
triangular in cross section, with a rounded top. Although they were
much smaller than Betty's breasts, I could not detect any sag as Linda
seem to proudly push them out of her chest.

"Enjoying the view, guys?" she asked with a knowing smile, then she
sat down.

Sharon turned to Bob, who stood up and unfastened his pants. As he
pulled his slacks off I could see a very wet spot on the front of his
jockey short. Bob threw his pants into the pot and sat down.

Cathy pulled a shoe out of her stack and added it to the pot.

Fred looked back at Carrie, who stood up and unzipped her slacks.
Carrie quickly stepped out of the slacks and handed them to Fred,
before sitting back down. Without her slacks now, Carrie began to
remind me of a ghost again. Her very light complexion with only a
few freckles contrasted sharply with her read hair. Last Saturday I
wondered what color the hair in her bush would be, but I never got a
chance to see the answer. Maybe this week I would.

Without any prompting from Kristen, George got up and removed his
pants. He too had a big bulge in his jockey shorts, and what looked
like a small wet spot in front.

Now it was my turn. I stood up and unzipped my pants. I figured I
was going to find a wet spot on my jockeys too, and I was right about
that. I pulled my pants off, threw them over Mary into the pot, and sat
down. It actually felt better to be out of my pants. The bulge was
starting to be very uncomfortable.

Betty, Kevin and Jill just tossed in shoes or socks from their piles of
clothes.

I drew three cards and so did everyone else. I picked up my three
cards hoping for a third queen. Instead I found two two's and a four.
Now I had two pair, queens and two's. This was hard. I doubted this
hand was actually highest, but it might hold up against the players
with big stacks. Still it seemed unlikely.

"I pass," announced Les, interrupting my thought.

Sharon, Cathy, Fred and Kristen all quickly passed too.

I thought about it for a minute, but decided my best shot was to pass
and hope it got passed all the way around. If somebody bet, I would
have a chance to decide if I thought I had him or her beat.

Betty passed, but Kevin pulled out two shoes and said, "I'm opening
for two."

I stared at Kevin. He could be just bluffing, trying to steal the pot, but
I couldn't be sure.

Jill folded, but Les sat very still staring at Kevin.

"I think your bluffing," Les finally said. "I'll see your bet."

Les jumped to his feet and casually stepped out of his jockey shorts.
Les erection hung down at a 45 degree angle, making me think that he
was spending a lot of his mental energies on the poker game. Linda
stood up next to him and casually stepped out of her panties. Linda
was almost completely shaved. There was only a very small patch of
dark hair visible. Linda moved next to Les and struck pose for the
group. Even across the circle, I could clearly see the front of Linda's
vaginal lips. From their behavior I would guess that Les and Linda
had played this game before.

After a few seconds, the two of them sat down. Sharon, Cathy, Fred
and Kristen all quickly folded. I figured that Kevin did not have much
and my two pair probably had him beat, but Les was another story.
Maybe Vicky had spooked me about Les, but if Les was challenging
Kevin with a hand that was worse than mine, he was taking a big, big
chance. I couldn't risk it, so I folded.

Betty immediately folded too.

"Ok, what have you got," asked Les.

"A pair of fives," said Kevin as he spread his cards on the floor.

"I figured," smirked Les. "Two pair, aces and queens."

It was a good thing I folded. Les did have my hand beat.

Less grabbed Linda's bra and panties and handed them to her. Then
he pulled his own jockey shorts out of the pot and pulled them on. As
Linda pulled on her panties and bra, I realized things were not going
completely as we had planned. We had five pieces of clothes left, so
we could last five more hands. Sharon and Bob and Kristen and
George were in the same position. Fred and Carrie only had four
pieces of clothes. The pressure was on Fred and Carrie right now, but
if they won one of the next four hands, then the pressure was on us.

I got up and let Mary take my seat. Rick shuffled the cards and dealt
out another hand. The action started with Linda, and she passed. So
did everyone else right back around to Rick. I figured no one had an
opening hand, but Rick tossed out somebody's sock and said, "I can
open."

Linda opened with a newly won shoe.

Bob turned to Sharon, who stood up and unzipped her skirt. She let
the skirt fall to the floor, and revealing black lacey low cut underwear
that matched her bra. She bent over and picked up the skirt and tossed
it into the pot.

Bill bet a shoe from his collection of winnings.

Fred pulled off his undershirt and dropped it in the pot.

Kristen stood up and unzipped her slacks. She pulled them down to
her knees, then stepped out of them. Kristen was wearing bluish
purple panties with white lace across the top that matched her bra.

Mary stood up and unzipped her blue skirt. She held it down around
her knee and stepped out of the skirt. Mary was wearing lacey white
panties, similar to what I had seen at previous games. She dropped her
skirt into the pot and sat back down.

Joe and Sally both threw a shoe in for their opening bet.

Everyone took three cards, except for Linda. Linda took only two
cards.

Rick had opened, but he passed. Linda, Bob and Bill all quickly
passed too.

Carrie was clearly thinking about betting, but was having a hard time
making up her mind. Finally, she turned to Fred and said, "I'm going
to bet."

Carrie stood up, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She
quickly let the bra slide down her arms away from her breasts and
dropped the bra into the pot. Carries breasts were round and firm
looking, but far from large. While I couldn't completely place it,
something about the whiteness of Carrie's skin, contrasted with the
redness of her hair, made her seem...well...supernatural, a ghostly
apparition. While this was sexy, it was also, somehow not sexy too.

Kristen looked at Carrie for a moment, then folded. Mary folded
without any thought.

Joe looked over at Carrie. "I'm raising two," he announced. Joe pulled
out three socks from his pile and tossed them into the pot. Everyone
else folded back around to Carrie.

"Well, I knew this was coming," Carrie said. She stood up smiled at
all of us, pushed her breast out as far as she could to make them look
as larger as possible. Then she slowly pushed her panties down, off
her hips and let them fall to the floor. Her bush was in clear view as
she kicked her panties into the pot with her foot. Carries bush hair was
indeed reddish, but darker than the hair on her head. I guess the fact
that it never saw sunlight made it darker.

Carrie sat down and said, "Ok, Fred. Your turn."

Fred stood up and pulled his jockey shorts down to his knees, and sat
down in a single motion. He did this much better than last Saturday,
when he fell over trying it, but the girls were still giggling as Fred
scrambled to hide his erection and toss his underpants into the pot.

"Well, you figured I had nothing, didn't you?" Joe asked as he spread
his cards. "Two pair, tens and eight's."

Carrie looked relieved. "Aces and Kings," see said as she spread her
two pair. Carrie grabbed her panties and immediately slipped them
back on. She gave Fred his underpants and slipped her bra back over
her shoulders.

"Now we are in trouble," Mary whispered to me as we got up to
change positions for the next hand. This was clearly true. We had
four pieces of clothes left, and we had to win one of the next four
hands, or we were going to be a little underdressed for our run tonight.

Les dealt out the cards and this time I got a pair of three's, a queen, a
four and a two. A third three would make this hand playable, but I
hadn't gotten any good draws tonight.

The betting started with Sharon, and she opened right away. Bob
pulled off his undershirt for the bet.

Cathy and Fred put in shoes or socks from their piles.

George contributed his undershirt for Kristen's opening bet.

I pulled off my undershirt for our opening bet.

Betty, Kevin, Jill, and Les opened with shoes or socks from their
winnings.

We all drew three cards, except for Sharon, who only took one card. I
did not find the a third three in my new cards, but I did get a pair of
tens, so I now had two pair. Would that be good enough? It seemed
unlikely, but we were getting desperate.

Sharon stood up and announced, "I'm betting one." With that she
unsnapped her bra in back, then threaded her arms out of first one
strap and then the other. Then she pulled the bra away from her
breasts. Sharon's breasts were just the way I remembered them. They
had been the first girl's breasts I had ever seen on the night of that
first strip poker game. I had knick named them the Grand Tetons, after
the mountain range, although in truth Sharon's breasts are really of
modest size. It is the shape of her breasts, not the size, which reminds
me of the mountains I had seen in Wyoming two summers ago.

After Sharon sat down, Cathy, Fred and Kristen all folded.

Sharon was not the best poker player in this game, but she knew what
kind of a hand it took to win. I guessed she had a better hand than my
two pair, so I folded.

Betty dropped one shoe in the pot and said, "I'll see the bet."

Why hadn't Betty raised? I guess her pile of clothes was not as big as
the other teams, and she was being cautious. Besides, she had seen
Bob and Sharon naked before, so no big deal.

Kevin folded, but Jill was busy pulling socks out of her pile.

"I'm raising two," Jill said, dropping three socks into the pot.

Les folded, and that brought it back to Sharon. Sharon looked at Bob.

"I'll go first," she said as she stood up. Sharon slipped her fingers
under the elastic waistband of her panties. She paused for a second
and then pushed her panties down to her thighs. There were several
gasps of surprise. Sharon had shaved her bush and was now
completely bare.

"What do you think?" Sharon asked, as she stepped out of her panties.
"I did it this morning, just for tonight."

Sharon dropped her panties in the pot and sat down.

"Ok Bob, your turn," she said.

"Hey, did you shave too?" yelled out George.

"No," replied Bob, as he pulled down his jockey shorts to prove it.
Bob casually stepped out of his shorts and dropped them into the pot,
with his erection sticking straight out. Bob carefully sat down behind
Sharon, but you could still see his erection sticking up between his
legs and he was making no effort to hide it.

Betty looked at Sharon, then at Jill.

"No," Betty said. "I don't know how much longer this game is going
to last. I better be careful. I fold."

"Two pair, Kings and Jacks," Jill said. "Can you beat that?"

So Jill had not been completely bluffing this time, but Sharon was not
at all upset.

"A full house," Sharon said. "Aces and fives."

Sharon handed Bob his jockey shorts and pulled her own panties back
on. As I watched the Grand Tetons disappear from view again, I
realized we were now even worse off. We had only three pieces of
clothes left. Mary would have to bet her bra this hand, and only
Kristen and George had the same problem that we faced.

Les dealt out the cards and this time I got a pair of three's, a queen, a
four and a two. A third three would make this hand playable, but I
hadn't gotten any good draws tonight.

The betting started with Sharon, and she opened right away. Bob
pulled off his undershirt for the bet.

Cathy and Fred put in shoes or socks from their piles.

George contributed his undershirt for Kristen's opening bet.

I pulled off my undershirt for our opening bet.

Betty, Kevin, Jill, and Les opened with shoes or socks from their
winnings.

We all drew three cards, except for Sharon, who only took one card. I
did not find the a third three in my new cards, but I did get a pair of
tens, so I now had two pair. Would that be good enough? It seemed
unlikely, but we were getting desperate.

Sharon stood up and announced, "I'm betting one." With that she
unsnapped her bra in back, then threaded her arms out of first one
strap and then the other. Then she pulled the bra away from her
breasts. Sharon's breasts were just the way I remembered them. They
had been the first girl's breasts I had ever seen on the night of that
first strip poker game. I had knick named them the Grand Tetons, after
the mountain range, although in truth Sharon's breasts are really of
modest size. It is the shape of her breasts, not the size, which reminds
me of the mountains I had seen in Wyoming two summers ago.

After Sharon sat down, Cathy, Fred and Kristen all folded.

Sharon was not the best poker player in this game, but she knew what
kind of a hand it took to win. I guessed she had a better hand than my
two pair, so I folded.

Betty dropped one shoe in the pot and said, "I'll see the bet."

Why hadn't Betty raised? I guess her pile of clothes was not as big as
the other teams, and she was being cautious. Besides, she had seen
Bob and Sharon naked before, so no big deal.

Kevin folded, but Jill was busy pulling socks out of her pile.

"I'm raising two," Jill said, dropping three socks into the pot.

Les folded, and that brought it back to Sharon. Sharon looked at Bob.

"I'll go first," she said as she stood up. Sharon slipped her fingers
under the elastic waistband of her panties. She paused for a second
and then pushed her panties down to her thighs. There were several
gasps of surprise. Sharon had shaved her bush and was now
completely bare.

"What do you think?" Sharon asked, as she stepped out of her panties.
"I did it this morning, just for tonight."

Sharon dropped her panties in the pot and sat down.

"Ok Bob, your turn," she said.

"Hey, did you shave too?" yelled out George.

"No," replied Bob, as he pulled down his jockey shorts to prove it.
Bob casually stepped out of his shorts and dropped them into the pot,
with his erection sticking straight out. Bob carefully sat down behind