An Unexpected Night of Strip Poker

[Felix80]

"Hey, I understand, double-time is hard to pass up." A pause. "No, go into work, don't worry about it. Only one other person was gonna make it anyway."

Jack clicked off his cell phone and sighed, flopping down onto his couch. It was the Friday of Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend and it looked like his plans had just fallen through. Jack had a small house off of his college's dry campus, so Friday night had started as beer and poker night at his place. Then some of the girls from their circle of friends had shown up and it had turned into beer and game night, or just 'Game Night' when talking to people outside their little group.

It was a good time, generally no one got really drunk and the clothes stayed on, well, except for the night Chloe and Kevin hooked up in the kitchen while everyone was watching a bootleg of Tron Legacy on finals week.

Jack picked up his cell phone and flipped through his friends list until he came across the right phone number. Little miss 4.0 herself. Chloe's roommate and the queen of straight lace, miss student council president, valedictorian of her high school and totally devoted to her four year plan. She never finished her first beer and Jack had no doubt her very first beer had been at his dining room table on her fifth game night. Not that she wasn't attractive, she was incredibly hot. She dressed super conservatively and usually looked almost frumpy, but the group had gone to the beach one time and she had worn a modest one-piece that clung to every curve. Jack had wondered at the time how she managed to hide such magnificent breasts and sure enough, they were gone again the next day. Jack had asked her to get a cup of coffee once and she nearly bit his head off. She must have said a thousand times that she wasn't dating until after college. There were hints that there may have been a broken heart back in high school. To be perfectly honest she was only in the group because she was Chloe's roommate and Chloe was trying to get her to go out and enjoy life more.

They'd seen each other in passing all the time, but Jack had only really held a conversation with her twice. Once, when they first met and her idea of 'getting-to-know-you' conversation had been to talk about her major and possible career paths. The second time was when they group had played Risk and it had come down to the two of them slugging it out for world domination. Jack had her beat, backed into a corner in Australia with three armies left to her. On her turn she turned in her cards, got an ungodly amount of armies, broke out of Australia and made a beeline across southern Asia to North Africa from which she took Southern Europe, then resumed course, breaking through Brazil and Venezuela to take Central America, destroying Jack's control of each continent, reducing his ability to conscript armies to almost nothing. She turned in a second set of cards and won on her next turn. She rubbed his nose in it pretty good for months.

He hit the button to dial her phone as there was a knock on his door. Jack let the phone ring as he crossed the room and opened the door. Sure enough she was standing there, but there were a couple other girls Jack didn't recognize standing behind her. Little Miss 4.0 stormed into his apartment, grabbed Jack by the arm and marched him into the kitchen.

"Please tell me you have some wine," she demanded in a forced whisper.

"Sure, uh, at least I think I do. It'd be in the fridge." Jack looked over his shoulder. The other girls were walking in, taking off their winter coats and hanging them on the hooks by the door. One of the girls was tall, leggy and blonde with red streaks in her hair. From her almost-bursting halter top and ridiculously tiny mini-skirt Jack was already getting a stiffy.

He turned back to Little Miss 4.0 and said, "I was calling to let you know Game Night was cancelled. I won some tickets to some concert tonight for some hip hop thing and gave them to Kevin and Chloe..."

She cut me off. "Typical. You're planning on getting through life on luck alone?" She took a long pull off the bottle of wine, then gasped and shook her head. She scowled at Jack. "Oh I forgot, you already won the lottery at 18, how much more luck do you need?"

He had won a "Win for Life" scratcher at the end of freshman year, not some world changing money like the Powerball. He got $1000 a week, or $52,000 a year for life. It was nice, but he was planning on finishing college and getting a job like everyone else. On the other hand, it let him get a loan and buy the little house they were standing in, and he didn't have to work more than the occasional odd job for cash.

Jack blinked. How the hell had she gotten the wine bottle out and uncorked that fast? "...Steve got called into work and Mark and Kelly are both going home this weekend to see their respective significant others."

She took another long pull from the wine bottle. Jack heard a 'woo-hoo' from the door and looked to see the scantily clad blonde had thrown her hands up in the air, which made her scantily clad busons bounce a bit, and was looking at them in the kitchen. "Save me a beer!" she called.

Jack turned back to Little Miss 4.0. "What the hell is going on?"

She handed him the bottle and shook her head. "Pre-froshes. No one else was around this weekend so I agreed to show them around. That's my luck. I'm stuck with three 18 year old girls, away from their parents, who want to party all weekend. If not for classes today they would have driven me insane already." She reached for the bottle, but Jack pulled it away. "Give me the wine Jack."

He shook the bottle gently. "It's already half gone, don't you think..."

"Give me the FUCKING WINE!"

Jack blanched. He'd never heard her swear before. He handed her the bottle. She knocked it back.

The blonde chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. "Damn girl, I knew you could party!" She turned to look at Jack and he could feel her eyes travelling up and down his body. "So, what's your name?"

"I'm Jack."

She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "So you're the guy we get to play games with?" Jack didn't know what to say, he'd never been hit on before. She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Got anymore wine?"

"It's in the fridge," Little Miss 4.0 said as she sat down, putting her bottle of wine on the table. "I needed that."

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Out of Character:

I'm looking for one (or more) female writers to do multiple roles. The night would start out with something relatively basic but the blonde will coerce and pressure everyone into agreeing to play strip poker. Once you're out of clothes you'd have to do a sexual favor for whomever won the pot. Maybe a lapdance or so much time suckling something or maybe everyone else in the group decides what you have to do. I'm open to suggestions.

If you are interested, give me a pm with a first post. Thanks.

 

[Felix80]

Ooc:

Some character ideas.

Little Miss 4.0 is a closeted sex fiend. She reads erotica and wants to try all the things she's read. She is very inexperienced and, depending on how you want to play it, may be a virgin. As much as the idea of having sex and getting eaten out turns her on, and it does, what really gets her going is serving. She desperately wants to try sucking cock. She's curious about eating pussy. In her public life she is always in charge, confined by society's expectations, she puts so much pressure on herself. In her personal life she wants to cut loose, she doesn't want to be in charge. She wants to be given orders and be bossed around, and at this point she doesn't care if it's a man or woman. She wants to lay down on a bed, or the floor, or a table, with her face and her breasts smashed against the hard surface and her ass way up in the air and get fucked and fucked hard. Sometimes her hands are bound. Sometimes it's a strap on taking her. Usually it's Jack's massive cock from the shower at the beach. She wants to be used. But she's been too scared to act on these desires.

That one time she went to the beach she had accidentally went into the shower Jack was using and saw his monster cock. It was flaccid and uncut, and as big as anything she had ever seen in the porn she watched. She wanted to strip off her suit, walk into the shower stall and press her body against his. She wanted to stroke his cock until it became erect, crush her nipples against his hard body, rub her pussy against his leg, then get on her knees and lick his balls and shaft until he came all over her. Then she would do it over and over, rubbing her pussy, until she was coated in layers of his cum from head to toe and neither of them could cum anymore, never saying a word the whole time.

But she didn't. She snuck away, certain he never knew she was there.

He has been her main crush ever since, rubbing herself to orgasms at least once a day to Jack, imagining him taking her, taking her hard, in private, in public, between classes, in an empty classroom. She wants to hide under his desk and suck on that cock in the dark for hours while he does homework or plays video games, or whatever. She wants to be used, to serve.

Between Halter top and Jeans girls constant innuendos and flirting, she is finding herself extremely aroused when she normally wouldn't be. She does not want to lose control in public, so is fighting against her own arousal. Now that she's drinking wine she's going to quickly lose control.

I see her dressed very conservatively, with a skirt that goes down past her knees, a pair of spandex over her panties and tall socks coming out of her shoes. She is likely wearing a sweater/vest over her blouse and a strong bra/sports bra to keep her breasts firmly in place and constraining them from looking too big. I imagine her to be between a D-E in cup size, with a toned body probably from playing a sport or two. Probably intramural sports, something fun that keeps her fit but doesn't eat up her time.



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The slutty 18 year old is putting on a show. She was a quiet girl in high school and wants to break out of her shell. No one knows her here, so she's pretending to be more experienced than she really is, and so far today it has been amazing. Guys and girls have been staring at her all day, lusting after her. She loves the attention. She's been aroused all fucking day. She didn't wear a bra so everyone can see her erect nipples through her too tight top, and her barely-there thong is sopping. She's never ever felt this high. It feels great imagining everyone lusting after her. She's wearing a halter top and a mini skirt on a warm winter day in New England, and the lust she's been feeling has kept her warm.

She really wants to lose her virginity before she goes to college, and she's determined to find a nice college guy to take it. I expect her to be bold from the start of the poker game. Not only does she not care that she's wearing the least amount of clothes, she's proudly stripping, showing off, dancing a bit, but gets hesitant, even a little scared when it's time to touch or be touched. I expect her to be naked first, boldly so, but getting freaked out when she has to start filling dares/requests. She will likely be cheering everyone on as they strip and once she has to do a dare or two will up the ante whenever she wins.

Normally she is something of a geek, probably into something artsy, something that can also be very erotic, maybe anime or poetry or even painting. She's always been the girl who paints the scenery or makes the costumes, never the girl on stage. Until now. The only thing she didn't have to change about her appearance today was the colored streaks in her hair.

Body type is a tall, leggy blonde as stated in the first post. Probably the tallest girl in the group, though I'm flexible on that.

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The second 18 year old pre-frosh is probably the most experienced. She had a boyfriend, but despite her being more than willing, he didn't want to get her pregnant so all they did was oral. She had been sucking his cock for months now, and loving it, until she dumped him when she caught him making out with another girl. That was about a month ago and has convinced herself that she is in the mood for some revenge sex with a college guy. Jack would fit the bill just fine.

She's dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and a sweater. I imagine her underwear is erotic, suggestive, naughty, however you want to put it. I see her with an athletic build, c-cup breasts, very little fat on her, maybe a swimmer, softball, and volleyball player, something of a jock girl. More likely a gymnast than a cheerleader, but up to you. She may even be looking at a potential sports scholarship.

She didn't initiate the innuendo and double-entendres, but once the psuedo-slutty halter top girl started them, she jumped right in, making them even dirtier. She will be willing to play strip poker, and probably the most eager when the touching starts.

 

[Felix80]

Ooc: I've updated the other girl's character descriptions. Feel free to look them over.

The last girl is the most innocent. She goes to an all-girl boarding school. She felt scandalized during her high school health class when the nuns explained sex to the class and they showed medical pictures of male and female genitalia, but that was a few years ago. Now that she's an adult she's very curious about boys.

I imagine her with very large breasts, probably F-G range, but with relatively small and incredibly sensitive nipples. Her only 'sexual' experience was practicing kissing with her best friend. They kept their clothes on. The first time her friend made her cum from caressing her breasts after kissing for awhile. The last time they practiced kissing she came 3-4 times and was ready to go further but was too afraid to admit it.

I imagine her to be extremely orgasmic, cumming with very little stimulation and prone to multiple orgasms. She will likely be the first to cum just from playing with her own nipples through her blouse and bra. I would not be surprised if she is squirting repeatedly by the end of the weekend.

Initially hesitant, after she cums once she relaxes and becomes more eager to play. I don't see her initiating much, and probably needing suggestions when it's her turn to dare people.

I see her as non-athletic and a little plump. Not fat but pleasantly soft in all the right places. She's wearing boy shorts for panties, and probably leggings under her floor length heavy woolen skirt. A blouse and a sweater, she's wearing the most clothes besides Miss 4.0. She's wearing a large sports bra just to keep her massive mammaries in place. Even trying to minimize her breasts still leaves them obscenely large.

She has been appreciating the other girls innuendos all day, blushing at a few of the remarks. She hasn't understood them all, but she's tried to join in on some of the smut talk, feeling naughty just from doing that.

 

[Felix80]

OOC The rules of strip poker

I see this happening as follows:

Jack gives Halter top a sleeve of generic brand red solo style cups to go with her bottle of sweet, cheap wine and brings a twelve pack of longnecks to the table while 4.0 has her own bottle. There are four chairs at the table and three of them are occupied by 4.0, jeans & t-shirt, and miss innocent, giant boobs, long skirt. (I'm doing this with nicknames because I'm planning on letting my co-author name and fill out the rest of the character traits of the girls.) Jack sits down, putting the twelve pack on the floor next to him opening the box and offering the girls a beer. While he's doing that halter top sits on his lap and gives the other two girls the bottle of wine and the sleeve of cups. 4.0 is glaring daggers of envy at halter.

They agree to play Cards Against Humanity. The answers get more and more sexual while halter is bouncing on Jack's lap and enjoying his biological reaction. After the first round jeans girl swaps seats with halter top. Halter doesn't want to but doesn't see a way to refuse. Now halter and 4.0 are glaring at jeans. They play another round, halfway through the round jeans offers to switch seats with innocent. She is reluctant, but jeans insists. Innocent blushes the entire time.

At the end of the second round, before 4.0 gets her chance to sit on the 'good chair,' Halter suggests a more fun game, strip poker. To Jack's surprise 4.0 doesn't object, rather, she outlines the rules.

1. Once you take off a piece of clothing, you can't put it back on.
2. Once you're naked and out of clothes to bet you can bet IOUs by writing down what you'll do and your name on a slip of paper. You have to do the act for the person holding the IOU. IOUs are one time use only.
3. Once everyone is naked no one can bet clothes anymore.
4. Favors can be called in by whoever holds them between hands of cards, not during play.
5. The Favors are valued as follows for betting:

A lap dance is worth two pieces of clothing.
Making out is worth two lap dances.
A masturbation display is worth two make-outs.
A hand job is worth two masturbations.
A blow job is worth two hand jobs.
Sex is worth two blow jobs.

6. 4.0 explains that is there's something you don't want to do, then don't write it down. Go at your own pace.

4.0 also asks Jack to get another chair before they start playing, so no one is sitting on his lap.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Olivia, the tall blonde in the halter top, walked past Jack to get to the fridge, opening it to pull out a bottle of Barefoot Moscato. She sauntered past Allison, Miss 4.0, who had placed a hand to her head, looking down at the table.

The blonde made a point to cross back near Jack, her ample cleavage drawing Jack’s attention as she leaned in close to him, “I’m Olivia, but you can call me Liv.” She gave him a playful tap with the top of the wine bottle before crossing back to the living room victoriously holding the wine bottle like a trophy.

“Time to get this party started!” Olivia smiled and winked at the other two girls.

“FI-NALLLY - Allison comes through!” exclaimed Eliza, her dark eyes full of mischief.

Allison looked up at Jack from her seat, rolling her eyes as if to say, “You see what I have been dealing with.”

Eliza slipped off her long red cardigan, revealing a tightly fitting ACDC shirt that hugged her chest. She tossed the cardigan on the sofa and made her way towards the kitchen. She paused leaning against the doorframe between the living and dining room to give Jack a once over.

“Jack you said? I’m Eliza.” Her lips curled into a smile. “Allison said there would be games. So what are we playing?”

The last girl hung back in the living room, clearly more uncomfortable than the other two. Her long blonde hair was in a French braid, and she was twirling the end of it in her fingers. She meandered towards the dining room, looking to Allison for guidance.

"It's okay Charlotte. Jack doesn't bite..." Allison took another swig from her bottle of wine, beckoning the last girl to come further into the room.

 

[Felix80]

When the tall blonde in the halter top moved she didn't just walk, she sashayed, she sauntered, she swaggered. Jack's eyes were glued to her ass as she leaned into the fridge, the hem of her skirt rode up exposing enough of one cheek to show that either she was wearing a thong or no panties at all. Jack didn't feel the blood that was surging to his penis, he didn't have a conscious thought of a particular sex act, like bending the girl over all the way and taking her from behind. What Jack felt was a wave of desire flood over him. This girl was putting on a show, and it was working. She turned around and stood up straight in a staccato motion, making her breasts almost bounce out of her undersized halter. Fuck if her nipples weren't trying to cut through the fabric of the top. His eyes followed her tits as she walked past him, deliberately showcasing her breasts, sliding them under his nose before she spoke.

“I’m Olivia, but you can call me Liv.”

His eyes quickly moved up to meet hers when she spoke. She gave him a gentle tap with the wine bottle and Jack quietly answered her, "Liv, he replied coolly. He turned a bit to watch her walk out of the room. She cleared the doorway, brandishing his bottle of wine and cheering to the other girls.

Jack jerked his head toward Allison. He looked at her, lowering his eyebrows and raising his hands slightly in confusion. He was trying to ask her silently what was going on? She rolled her eyes at him. Well fuck, was she annoyed at him ogling Olivia? Or maybe she was annoyed at Olivia? Or maybe it was both. It was probably both.

Jack and Allison treated life in diametrically opposed ways. Jack viewed life as something to be wooed. Allison, he had never heard anyone call her Ally, seemed like she was attacking life, like it was something to be conquered or won. Today was the first time she had really given him grief about it to his face. Now life had dropped a beautiful woman into his house who clearly was looking to have some sexy time fun and Allison had brought Olivia here. Part of him wondered what she was going to say about this if he made a move on Olivia. Because right now he was certain he was going to make a move.

Part of him wondered if she was going to be awake long enough to see it with how fast she was drinking. He'd never seen someone pass out from drinking before, and he really didn't want tonight to be the first time. Hopefully she would stop drinking before she got sick.

Part of him remembered what Allison had looked like in that conservative swim suit at the beach and wondered what she would look like in Olivia's halter top and mini skirt. Fuck, if she had come over dressed like that even once... it didn't matter. She was hot, but she had shut him down hard, bit his head off really, when he had asked her out. And she was already rolling her eyes at him. Maybe things would go better if she did take a nap.

“Jack you said? I’m Eliza.”

Jack whipped around to see one of the tits, standing there like tits, in her tits. Fuck, that was a tight t-shirt. Good band too. He blinked, and took a breath to clear his head as she looked him over and smiled at him. Eliza was leaning against the doorframe, reminding Jack of a jungle cat looking at her next meal.

With her every move Olivia exuded sex. She was shouting to the world, "Look at me!" without saying a word. And Jack definitely liked looking at her. It was a new situation, and Jack was trying to figure out how to handle her, how to land the fish as it were. Back in high school English class they had watched an old movie based on a Shakespeare play and there was a line in there that had stuck with Jack. A few lines actually, but this one was perfect for Olivia.

What's there is a snotty little princess wearing a strategically planned sundress to make guys like us realize we can never touch her, and guys like, uh, Joey realize they want to. She, my friend, is what we will spend the rest of our lives not having, Put her in your "Spank Bank" and move on.

Eliza was different. She wasn't shouting for attention, though she could definitely rock the halter and mini Liv was wearing. But the way she was looking at Jack should have put him on the defensive. He thought she was hungry and he must look like a choice piece of meat. It should be intimidating. It would have been intimidating before. But now, after some of the shit that had happened to him, this was exactly what Jack wanted. Something snapped within him. Well, no, not snapped. It was more like a switch was flipped inside him, or a dial turned all the way up.

Jack was conscious of what she had seen when she looked him up and down. Jack was 6'2" and in good shape. He swam at the school's gym nearly everyday. In fact, that's where he had just come from. This semester had worked out well for scheduling, he had all morning classes. Today he had been finished before noon, grabbed lunch at the cafeteria, finished his homework in the library and then hit the pool. He had showered at the gym and driven his jeep home. All of which led to him wearing an old, blue, Superman shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He had been planning on changing before game night started, but game night was going to get cancelled. Then Allison arrived on his doorstep with a belated Christmas present.

He didn't normally wear these clothes in public. The Superman shirt featured the iconic "S" logo, the classic one, not the one from the new movie. He had the shirt since high school and never wore it out of the house unless it was under a hoodie or somesuch. It was a size too big, hanging off his solid, powerful frame, obscuring his toned abs, but showcasing his muscular arms. The sweatpants weren't tight before the girls got here. Now they were doing little to hide a bulge that was starting to form surprisingly low on his thigh. That bulge, in turn, was pulling the pants tight on his bum, giving Eliza a pretty good view of his ass. If he got much harder it would probably start pulling this waistband away from his waist.

Olivia and Eliza had dressed to impress. Not knowing they were coming, and not expecting them this soon, Jack wasn't dressed in much at all. Right now, with Eliza looking at him like that, he didn't care.

“Allison said there would be games. So what are we playing?”

Jack grinned, closing the distance between them with a single stride. He was a tall man in a relatively small kitchen and now he was standing close enough to eliza that if either of them moved they would be touching. This time he let Eliza watch him look her up and down. In the scant seconds he had to come up with a retort he was trying to think of an ACDC song title he could use as a pun but the only two songs he could think of were Big Balls and Dirty Deeds. Neither worked with her games question, so he went a different route.

His eyes finished travelling back up her body and locked with her gaze. The rest of the world was out of focus, for a moment it seemed like it was only the two of them in the house as they started their dance. When he spoke it was in a low voice. "Well Eliza, what game do you want to play?"

He heard Allison welcoming the last girl into the kitchen, breaking the spell Eliza and he were just starting to weave on each other. He had to take a step back, away from Eliza to get his head straight. As he tried to turn the dial back down from eleven, Jack knew he needed to say something to get this game night going.

"Well, I might bite if you girls track mud all over the house. You've all got your shoes off, right?" It wasn't the sexiest thing he had ever sad, but his head was still trying to recover from the instant, mutual lust he had shared with Eliza. If anything he sounded like a Dad chastising the kids more than a cool guy talking to a couple smoking hot beauties. But he didn't even consider that. He didn't want to sweep the floors or vaccuum the carpets.

Jack turned, walking over to the fridge and pulling out an unopened 12 pack of light beer, longnecks. As he moved over to the small kitchen table he said, "Games are on the counter." He pointed to them with his free hand. "Chess, Trivial Pursuit, Cards Against humanity, Uno, regular cards, Risk..."

He let his voice trail off as he sat down in the chair next to Allison, putting the beer on the floor next to him and opening up the box. It didn't occur to him that there were only four chairs and five people, his brain wasn't focusing on the fine details right now. It was too busy dealing with his arousal from Liv and Eliza.

Jack pulled out a beer, twisted the top off and took a drink. A normal, modest drink, not like the swig Allison was taking from her wine bottle. Technically his wine bottle. He looked at Allison, memories of the Risk game where she'd beaten him running through his head, but this time she was in the one-piece bathing suit. Fuck, he needed to keep it together. Olivia had gotten him more than distracted and Eliza was pushing him farther down the road. But maybe this was all just in his head. He needed to keep calm.

"There's also soda in the fridge, help yourself." It was generic, store brand soda, but it was cold and cheap.

He hadn't really looked at the fourth girl yet. Charlotte? Yes, Charlotte. And he didn't now, which was his loss. All he saw when he glanced at her was a girl playing with her hair. Olivia was radiating sex like the sun. Eliza was a fruit of carnal pleasure looking to be picked under the moonlight. Jack was too distracted to notice Charlotte.

For now...

Despite wanting to try and keep it together he couldn't help locking eyes with Eliza again. After holding her gaze for a moment he asked, "What do you want to play?"

 

[SpicySpirit]

Allison had just taken another sip from the cheap bottle of Merlot in her hands when Jack brought up Risk. As if on cue, he sat next to her and made eye contact, almost daring her to bring up her recent victory from the last time they played the game. She tried to come up with a witty comment, but the alcohol was starting to soak into her brain making it feel fuzzy.

"There's also soda in the fridge, help yourself."

Damn it, Allison sighed, I waited too long and I missed my opportunity. It was probably for the better anyway, she was a lightweight and didn’t want to have to defend her crown against Jack while being at a disadvantage. As he sat next to her, Allison couldn’t help but notice the bulge forming in Jack’s sweatpants. Immediately, the memories of walking in on him in the shower at the beach flooded her head and she turned away from him taking another gulp of wine, not wanting him to see the blood rushing to her face.

"What do you want to play?"

Eliza crossed to the games and definitively pulled out Cards Against Humanity. Her dark eyes flickered, matching the mischievous smile on her face, as she looked at Jack searching for his reaction.

“I vote for Cards Against Humanity.” She set the box in the middle of the table and took the seat next to Jack, as Olivia gave her a look that would have withered most other girls. Eliza grabbed one of the beers from the box with the confidence of someone who had snuck a few beers in her life and popped off the top. She took a sip and smirked at Olivia, feeling as if she had won this round already.

“I was going to suggest we warm-up with Uno,” Olivia rejoined the conversation with a smirk, “but this is definitely more my speed.”

“I wouldn’t mind starting with Uno,” Charlotte’s soft voice chimed in.

Charlotte had made her way to the door frame separating the dining room from the living room looking like a lost puppy. Charlotte appeared to be the most conservative of the girls, even more so than Allison. She was curvier than Olivia and Eliza, but her hourglass figure was hidden by the long plaid skirt, crisp white blouse and gray sweater she wore. She timidly went to the fridge to procure the soda that Jack had offered since she was not a rule breaker and being in the same room as alcohol made her antsy.

“Come on girlfriend, you have to live a little,” Eliza’s smoky voice chided.

“Here you take this seat,” Olivia pulled the remaining chair across from Jack out for Charlotte. “We’ll teach you the rules. It’s easy.”

Eliza opened the box and started pulling out the cards, not giving anyone else a chance to change their minds on playing.

Olivia crossed back to behind Jack, running her hand discreetly across Jack’s back and shoulders. With a hand still on his shoulder, she focused her sky blue eyes on his, batting her lashes and giving the smallest of pouts.

“Since we are down a chair, mind if I sit with you?” Olivia stated more than asked. Before Jack could give a real yes or no, Olivia lowered herself onto his lap, straddling one of his legs. As soon as she sat down, she could feel Jack’s erection in his sweatpants, which in turn made her barely there thong almost useless. This is going to be a fun night, Olivia mused to herself.

 

[Felix80]

Maybe Allison had already had enough wine. While the girls were deciding on a game he was looking at all of them as they spoke, getting a good look at Charlotte for the first time, and noticed that Allison's face was flushed. So yeah, maybe he had enough wine. Of course last time he had tried to separate her from the bottle she had cussed him out for the first time.

Then again, Jack noticed that even though these girls had driven her up the wall today, assumedly from Olivia's flirtations and possibly from Eliza's as well, right now she was starting to calm down. That was a plus. Jack wasn't sure exactly what had happened today. He decided to play it safe and not say anything just yet.

He had caught the silent exchange between Eliza and Olivia. The little smirk Eliza had shot Olivia. Oh, he heard all the dialogue, he just wasn't sure what the smirk meant. Guys communicated a ridiculous amount through facial expressions and girls communicated about a thousand times more. She was talking about playing Cards Against Humanity, which was a fun game in and of itself. Why would she be smirking about that? Maybe it was the beer. Smirking about having a beer made sense, made a lot of sense, actually, if Olivia hadn't already gotten his last bottle of wine out of the fridge. So, that didn't make sense. But he didn't know what else it could be, and he knew far better than to comment on it.

But then Olivia smirked back while she was talking about Uno. Something was going on here that Jack wasn't catching. He was picking up just enough to know he wasn't getting the whole picture.

The flow of the conversation was going great. A little flirty, and the guy/girl ratio was perfect. Eliza was definitely coming on to him, and he was pretty sure Olivia, or rather Liv, was too. He would happily flirt with Allison if she wanted to, but with their past he was more than certain she wasn't interested. And Charlotte...

There was something about Charlotte. A floor length skirt, a gray sweater over a nice blouse, she had definitely come dressed to impress college administrators or admissions people or someone of that ilk. This was more of an experience weekend, Jack had done one himself back in high school. This weekend was more like a test drive, seeing if the school fit what you wanted out of college. It was the school's chance to impress the students, not the other way around. Thinking about it, he kind of felt bad for the girls. Allison was a nice, polite, hard-working, dilligent, and all around decent person. Fun, however, was not one of the words Jack had ever used to describe her. Liv and Eliza were clearly looking for fun. He had no idea what Charlotte was looking for. She seemed less relaxed than the other two, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have a good time tonight.

Bringing them to Beer and Game night was clearly Allison's plan to deal with these girls. Under normal circumstances the girls would have had a mostly harmless good time, met some cool people, and probably planned to see a few sights around town with different people from the gang. Go see the local hangouts, spend time talking with college kids, get a feel for what the school was actually like. Maybe even come up with some cool activities. Jack probably would have offered to take them off roading. Considering how harried Allison had been when she showed up, that was a really good plan on her part.

Under normal circumstances.

Tonight was not normal.

Jack watched as Charlotte walked across his little kitchen to get a soda. There was something weird about her figure. It took him a bit to figure out what it was. It finally hit him as she stood up and closed the fridge. Her legs were too small for her body. That wasn't exactly it, but there was something very off about her proportions. She wasn't tall like Olivia. If he had to guess Jack would assume she was rather plump under her sweater. She seemed to have something of a barrel chest. Assumedly her blouse was tucked into her skirt, but the sweater hung free, so he couldn't see her waist. Somewhere from within the rotunda of her sweater her skirt jutted out from there. In the rear her back lined up with her legs, the sweater lay on top of the skirt, and she had a nice rear end, though it paled compared to the sun and the moon on display in the room. But in the front there was a noticeable gap of at least a few inches between the sweater and the skirt. It was odd.

With everything going on in the kitchen Jack didn't give it a second thought. Charlotte probably just had some body issues and was covering them up with a sweater. He did that himself. Jack had been a bit more than pleasantly plump for his first few years in high school. Then he started swimming every day and now he was more than happy to take his shirt off at the beach, or when playing frisbee. Not in the winter like it was right now, but when it was warm enough. That was probably all it was.

And the other girls were being so nice to her. Eliza encouraging her to 'live a little,' while Olivia offered her a seat. Very nice.

Eliza was starting to deal out the cards. That was nice of her. Jack took a deep breath. He didn't remember how many points they played to or how many cards they started with, but he could at least go over the basic rules. Someone plays a black card which is usually a sentence with a blank on it, and you pick a white card from your hand to fill in the blank. It's a simple game, but it was all set up so the final result would be naughty, gross, or funny.

 

[Felix80]

During the few seconds Jack was taking to formulate his thoughts Olivia had crossed the small kitchen. As he opened his mouth to explain the game to Charlotte he felt Olivia's hand run up his back and across his shoulders. Jack's mouth closed quietly. He felt his dick throb, growing again as it rose, stretching his sweatpants out as the tent increased. For a moment the tentpole was poking up about halfway up his thigh and a few inches above said thigh before it receded from which it came. The monster's growth was quite obvious to three of the four girls in the room, if they happened to be looking.

Jack wasn't thinking about the show his dick was putting on. Olivia's flirting was different than Eliza's. Eliza was subtle and self-assured. Olivia's was more straightforward, and overt. The caress on his back was quick, and yes, she wasn't broadcasting it to the room, but it surely caught Jack's attention. All of Jack's attention. A touch like that out of no where? The girl that Jack had assumed was unattainable just made it known to him that she was very attainable.

Then came the eye contact. Shit, her eyes were an incredibly light shade of blue. They reminded him of his own, though a tad darker. Her gaze was hypnotic, then she fluttered her lashes and Jack lost his train of thought. He was just ensorcelled by her beauty. Now he knew, one-hundred percent knew that her pout was fake. It was acting. She was putting on a little show for him. But fuck it, it was a little show FOR HIM. This time he felt his cock throb in his sweats. He was accutely aware of the monster's stirring and though he couldn't see them with his eyes focused on Olivia's, he assumed Allison and Eliza were getting a show.

Part of him was ashamed he hadn't changed into jeans before the girls got there. Most of him didn't fucking care at all. Without averting his gaze from Olivia's eyes he was aware of her breasts all but spilling out of her halter. Her nipples trying to destroy the top from within. Her mini skirt that was way too short. This girl was Venus come to earth. She was Aphrodite and she was looking at him.

“Since we are down a chair, mind if I sit with you?”

It took a moment for the question to penetrate his mind. Chair? What chair? Fuck, if Venus wants a chair he has his office chair he could roll over, or some folding chairs he had 'borrowed' from around campus. That's what they usually used on game night. Fuck, if she asked right now he would carry in the recliner from the living room.

Then her as was on his lap, and he had a whole different set of problems. Olivia had turned around and sat down on him. Her so-called skirt had ridden up in the back, and her bare ass was pressed up against his abs, the only thing separating them was his flimsy old Superman shirt. That felt amazing. Technically the string of her thong was giving them some separation too, but it was a tiny string that slipped between her ass cheeks. So no, it wasn't doing anything. With the skirt riding up he had a great view of her perfect ass. His first reaction was to grab it, squeeze and separate her ass a bit, but he managed to stop himself with his hands less than an inch from her ass.

Simultaneously Oliva sitting on his lap made his cock throb again. She wasn't sitting on the head, but she could feel the thick shaft press up, running against her thigh, then further up her thigh until the shaft was pressing against her almost naked cunt. The head of the beast was poking up between her legs, pushing up her skirt in the front. Olivia could feel all of that. He was sure Allison and Eliza could see his cock putting on a private show as well. His sweatpants offered little to no protection from Olivia's supple flesh. Jack took a deep breath, causing his abs to press against her ass cheeks as his abdomen filled with air.

"Yeah," he said after a minute, surprised at how calm he was being. There was a very real part of him that was going to pick her up, lay her on the table, push down his pants and just start fucking the sexy little strumpet right there. He managed to keep himself from doing that.

"Yeah," he said again after another calming breath, "If this works for you it definitely works for me."

Were her tits still in? From the way they had been bouncing around when she moved Jack was suddenly overtaken with the image of her tits having popped out of the halter. Hic cock throbbed again in response. He was tempted to reach his hands up and check, but managed to stop himself. Instead he put one hand on the table, picking up his cards, and the other hand he but on Olivia's belly. He didn't grab her, or force him against him, or slip up or down to play with her nubile body, he just rested his hand on her belly. It was respectful, but also, moved the stimulation forward a bit.

He glanced at Allison, then Eliza to see their reactions. He was concerned that Allison might hit him for 'taking advantage' of one of the girls. But fuck, she sat in his lap, Allison couldn't be mad at him for that, could she?

"So um, Cards Against Humanity." He smiled at Charlotte, like this was a perfectly normal thing, having a sex goddess sitting on his lap. "Each round starts with someone picking up a black card from the pile and reading it out loud. The rest of us choose a card from our hands to finish the sentence on the card. Which ever answer the person who read the black card likes the best wins the hand. Usually the funniest, grossest, or most erotic," as he said erotic he deliberately made his cock throb by clenching his pullman muscle, "card wins. The only right answer is the one that gets you points. Eliza, you dealt, do you want to go first. And did I forget anything?"

He glanced at his cards and grimaced. Most of his cards were not great. President Obama? Abraham Lincoln? Maybe he would pick up something awesome. Jack grinned. He already had something awesome. She was sitting on his dick.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Olivia giggled in surprise as she felt Jack’s cock throb under his sweatpants against her thighs. Despite her outward air of confidence, inside Liv’s heart was pounding under her thin purple halter top. The most action she had received at home was some heavy making out with her friend Jim up in the catwalks of the school auditorium. This was new territory for her, but she was determined to gain some experience before arriving at college in the fall. The looks she had received around campus all day had given her some confidence and if Jack’s hard cock was any indication, she was on her way to success. As she felt Jack’s large hand rest against her naked stomach, she shifted a little as her muscles tightened and she felt the warmth at the top of her thighs.

Eliza dealt the cards watching Liv interact with Jack on his lap. Admittedly, she was jealous that Liv had taken advantage of the chair situation, but she couldn’t fault her for being smart. She just wished she had thought of it first. Eliza had set her sights on Jack and was looking forward to the challenge of going against Liv to claim him first.

Eliza set out the first black card:

“What makes life worth living?”

She sat back in the chair taking another swallow of beer and waited for the rest of the table to select their cards. When she caught Jack looking at her from behind Liv’s shoulder, she held eye contact while biting her lip with a smirk. Yes, Eliza would get her way tonight, she was convinced.

Charlotte took a small sip of the store brand soda as reviewed the cards in her hand. She knew some of the girls at her boarding school had smuggled this game in, but she had never played it with them. While she had heard it was pretty racy, she had no idea what kinds of cards were in the deck.

“The Care Bear Stare…
Twenty Bucks…
Used panties…
Anal beads…”

Anal beads?! Charlotte didn’t even know what those were, but she could imagine and it made her face blush the same red as the lettering on her can of soda. What had she gotten herself into?

Allison had recovered from her thoughts about Jack’s cock for the moment and had distracted herself by taking a few more sips of wine while Eliza passed out the cards. She was now about ¾ of the way through the bottle and starting to feel a little warm and tingly as the alcohol seeped into her veins. She would never admit to Jack that maybe she should have listened and let him take the wine bottle, regardless, she was having some regrets as she felt her inhibitions start to slide away. Allison was supposed to be in charge of the girls and she wouldn't be very good at that if she was passed out cold.

As she looked through her cards, Allison tried to sneak in small glances of what was going on between Jack and Liv next to her. She knew Jack’s shaft was hidden under Liv’s skirt, and she was envious. Why had she turned down Jack when he had asked her for coffee? She could have been the one sitting on his lap right now. She found the perfect card amongst her options.

Well it was on her mind and sitting in her hand, so Allison threw her card into the pile.

“Cock.” Well it was what she was thinking. Damn it Jack. Well despite the fuzz clouding her brain, Allison was still competitive and she was determined to win the game. “Cock” would always be a hole in one. Now she just wanted a cock in her hole. She smiled to herself at the thought as she took another sip of wine and let out a small giggle. Her giggle caught Jack’s attention for a moment and they made eye contact before she quickly looked away.

Liv spread her cards out in her hand, and from where she was sitting Jack could see all of them. She pointed to the one that said “Full frontal nudity” and turned so she could see his face, giving him a smirk and raising her eyebrows as if in question. She adjusted herself on his thigh, and she could feel some wetness soaking the thong and probably getting onto Jack’s sweatpants. Yes, later in the evening she hoped to fully nude and had ideas about how to make that happen.

 

[Felix80]

Olivia's giggle was surprising. It was cute, and definitely got Jack's attention, but it was unexpected. After all the flirting and showing off, she was almost naked after all, he didn't expect her to giggle.

That wasn't his first thought. His first thought had been, "This feels good!" The softness of her thighs, the heat radiating off from her pussy, her firm butt against his abs as he leaned back in the chair, giving her room to twerk away on his lap. His hand was on her stomach for balance as she danced on his pants.

Any time now.

Start dancing.

Something was definitely off. Why would the living embodiment of sexuality, the girl radiating lust like the sun just sit and giggle on his lap. He had no doubt that Eliza would be squirming her way to an orgasm if she was in Liv's place. Well, probably just getting herself right up there on the edge, but she would at least be rocking her hips and enjoying where she was. And Allison... that was a wild card. She was Miss 4.0, Miss prim and proper, but if she set her sights on something she did it and did it one hundred percent. If Allison ever let herself relzx enough to sit on his lap Jack was sure she would be the lap riding champion of the world by her second or third attempt. Of the many times Jack had masturbated to Allison in her swimsuit he had always imagined her as a vigorous lover. Wanton, vigrous, eager, needy, slutty - Jack took a second to clear his head. And Charlotte would...

Charlotte would probably act alot like Olivia was. He could see her sitting on his lap and giggling. Was that it? Was Olivia inexperienced? Was she just putting on a front? No way. All of the clothes she was wearing put together had less fabric than his t-shirt. She was probably just nervous. This wass probably just the first time she's done this in front of an audience. Yeah, that was it. Stage fright. Jack would give her a moment to get in her groove, and if that didn't work, he would come up with something to help her relax.

Jack watched as Eliza finished dealing the cards and revealed the first black card. she took a sip of beer. His cock throbbed, pushing up against Olivia as Eliza's lips wrapped around the long neck. She wasn't doing anything overtly seductive, but Jack's mind was already in the gutter. He couldn't help but think of what those lips would feel like on his cock. He had expected her to be mad about Liv hitting on him so quickly after he was flirting with her, but when she caught him staring at her she held his gaze and bit her lip tentatively, seductively.

He wanted both girls. Was there a way to make that happen? Fuck, he wanted all four girls, but that was impossible. First they'd have to melt Allison's frozen heart, or more likely, her frozen vagina. Second, they'd have to get Charlotte to... Actually, Jack didn't know Charlotte's deal. She just seemed more innocent than the other girls. And then he would have to find a way to get the girls to be cool with sharing. Maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe Eliza and Liv were Bi.

Yeah right. Jack was lucky, he'd won the lotto last year, but he wasn't that lucky. All four girls bi or bi-curious and willing to play. That was a far-flung fantasy.

Allison was the first person to throw her card on the pile, face down, of course. This part had to be anonymous. It was her giggle that got Jack's attention. He turned to see what was so funny. She was sipping the wine, which was better than gulping, and had a big ole smile on her face. When their eyes met there was something in her eyes that Jack had never seen there before. Whatever it was sent a shiver down his spine. Desire? Lust? Fuck, maybe he had imagined it, Allison broke contact almost immediately.

Liv finally shifted on his lap, grabbing Jack's full attention as her pussy rubbed against his cockshaft. Fuck, was he imagining it or was he feeling warm wetness along witht eh softness of her folds. How turned on was she? How long would it take her to cum right now?

She had her cards in her hand and was showing Jack, pointing to one in particular. "Full Frontal Nudity." He sat up straight in the wooden kitchen chair, rocking her against hsi throbbing cock as his chiseled chest pressed against her scantily clad back, his hand on her bare midriffpulling her against him. She was the tall, so his chin was pressing right up against her shoulder, his lips half an inch from her left ear.

Jack whispered so only Live could hear, "Do you like that, Liv? Do you like the idea of being fully nude? Of having everyone looking at you, wanting you? Lusting after you? If you play your cards right, maybe we can all enjoy your full frontal nudity."

Jack gave her belly a squeeze and leaned back in his chair, working the muscle that made his cock throb, pressing against her again as it slowly hardened. He picked up his own cards in his free hand and looked at them. Ooof, Terrible hand. Barack Obama, Donald Trump, Sarah Palin. The political Trifecta, but that wouldn't play with this crowd. He didn't have any of the good cards. Well the sexy cards. Not even the sexual but not too sexy cards like "Vahjazzeld Vaginas" or "Not Reciprocating Oral Sex." So he chose the funniest card he had in his hand, "Fiery Poops," and added it to the other cards. Who knows, maybe it would get a laugh?

He noticed Charlotte hadn't put in a card yet. He looked at her. She was blushing as she stared at the cards. She saw something there she didn't see everyday. Jack grinned. "Hey Charlotte. Whatever card is making you blush like that, That's the one you're going to want to play."

Jack put his cards down on the table. He was sitting back in his chair, one hand on Liv's belly. he moved his other hand to her belly and started to rub her gently. Caress her. His fingers moved up to her halter, almost touching her breasts, then caressed down to press against the waistband of her extra-mini skirt. Jack started to work his hands in opposite directions, rubbing her bare midriff as he brought them around to her back. Once both hands were on the small of Liv's back he started to rub in circles, then he pushed one hand up, over her halter, and back down. Then he did the other hand, up, then down. Then both hands, pressing firmly on her back, almost pushing her forward as he gave her a backrub.

The backrub was more sensual than sexual, but it had the added bonus of rocking Olivia gently forward and back. And that rocking motion had her all but bare pussy with it's soaked through thong rubbing along his cockshaft against the fabric of his sweat pants. Oh yes, she was definitely wet down there.

Jack grinned. Whatever else happened tonight, right now he felt like the king of the world.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Eliza collected all of the cards from the table and shuffled them before laying them out one-by-one.

“What makes life worth living?” Eliza repeated the prompt before placing each card out for all to see.

“Twenty bucks,“ Eliza raised an eyebrow. Charlotte had clearly decided to play it safe and hadn’t felt comfortable to play the card Jack had encouraged her to play.

“Full frontal nudity,” Eliza made direct eye contact with Jack and then Liv, trying to decide which one of them had played this card. The corners of her lips raised into a coy smile.

“Fiery poops,” Eliza let out a laugh that was almost a snort. “Well, hell no to that one.”

“And… cock.” Eliza made sure to give extra emphasis to the “k” while meeting Jack’s stare. She was happy to find that his attention wasn’t completely all on Liv, though she was sure he was struggling considering her scantily clad ass was fixed on his thigh. Liv on the other hand seemed to be very distracted and Eliza wondered where Jack’s hands were since they weren’t on the table.

“Well this is an easy one. Cock makes life worth living,” she winked at Jack before holding up the black card between her pointer and middle fingers. “Who is claiming this win?”

“That would be me,” Allison said smugly, glancing over to Jack seeing if he would rise to her challenge. She didn’t realize, but it was apparent to the others that her voice had an ever so slight slur to it. She picked the card from Eliza’s hand and placed it in front of her place at the table.

Having been to Jack’s for multiple game nights, they had never played Cards Against Humanity. Allison wondered if he would be surprised that her mind was dirtier than anyone would ever guess. And with the wine lowering her guard, Allison was sure to let some things slide that she normally would have kept under wraps.

“You’re next, Charlotte,” Eliza nodded in her direction, handing her the pile of black cards as everyone else drew a white card to refresh their hands.

Charlotte let out a nervous sigh, hoping that her card wouldn’t be too obscene or offensive. As she read the card, she felt her face grow hot and hoped that it wouldn’t betray her discomfort.

“What… What brought the orgy to a grinding halt?” After taking a brief pause, she blurted out the rest of the question, quickly placing her card on the table so the rest could see and make their selections.

 

[Felix80]

Jack was rubbing Liv's back as Eliza read out the cards. "$20?" That sounded like an Allison card. He knew where "Full Frontal Nudity" had come from and gave Liv a little squeeze with his hands when Eliza read it out. Then came his own "Fiery Poops" and he sniggered when Eliza laughed. He waws trying to formulate a joke about Taco Bell or Indian food, but nothing was coming to mind.

Then came "Cock." Jack gave a little nod. he was surprised Charlotte had chosen to take his advice, but hey, good for her.

Eliza followed up quickly with “Well this is an easy one. Cock makes life worth living.” and Jack managed to say, "That's certainly true for mine," before he could stop himself. He felt himself blush a little, but fuck it, you only live once.

“Who is claiming this win?”

Jack turned his head to look over at Charlotte when Allison said, “That would be me,” which caused Jack's head to snap over to look at Allison, his jaw hanging open. It wasn't the alcohol, he hadn't drunken nearly enough, it was the arousal, the desire coursing through his veins that was threatening to make him lose control. Normally Jack would have stopped himself. He hadn't mentioned anything to Allison after she shot him down when he asked him out. Shot him down was polite, it had felt like she had nearly torn his head off. 'Dating didn't fit into her five year plan,' and all the rest of what she had said. But right now, in this moment with Olivia's soft flesh under his hands, with Eliza flirting with him, Jack just couldn't stop himself. He managed not to let any venom drip into the comment, he was as casual as if he was commenting on the weather.

"I didn't know cock fit into your five year plan." (ooc: If you want us to put in a conversation here we can do that)

Jack moved his right hand up Liv's back to between her shoulder blades. He pushed gently as he softly said, "Lean forward, put your elbows on the table." (Assuming she does so) "Good girl."

Jack moved both hands to Olivia's shoulders and started to give her a classical massage, digging his thumbs into the flesh below her neck. He was no longer rocking her forward and backward against his thigh and erection, but now everyone gould see that he was giving Liv a back rub and a well intentioned, if not very well done, massage. What Jack didn't realize was that Charlotte now had an almost unobscured view of Liv's cleavage, except for the tiny halter. It also gave Charlotte an excellent view of the pleasure on Liv's face.

“What… What brought the orgy to a grinding halt?” Jack shook his head. Fiery poops would have been the perfect answer to that one. He let go of Liv with his left hand, grabbed a card to bring his hand full. "A sad handjob." He snorted and put that one on the pile for Charlotte. He doubted it would win, but at least it wasn't another person's name for his hand.

Resuming his massage of Liv's shoulders Jack turned to Eliza. He held her gaze for a few seconds as he steeled himself for what he had to tell her. "Eliza, we," he paused, overdramatically and still holding her gaze, "we have to talk. We've known each other a long, long time, twenty, maybe even thirty minutes, and I have to confess something to you."

He broke his gaze from her, looking away for a half second and biting his lip, managing to stifle a laugh. He took another breath, looked her back in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry, but, I had the Fiery Poops."

Jack broke into laughter at the last 'p' in 'poops' his whole body shaking. He was laughing to hard and didn't notice he was shaking Liv as well. He tried to stop laughing long enough at his mock confession to get out a line about having Indian food at the school's cultural celebration but all he managed was, "Indian food," between the laughs.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Allison reveled for a few moments in Jack’s look of shock as she claimed her winning card. However, she didn’t anticipate the next words out of his mouth.

"I didn't know cock fit into your five year plan."

He said it so casually, but the fact he said it at all spoke volumes to her. So he was still salty about her turning him down at the end of last year. Which meant maybe he did still harbor some sliver of interest in her.

The group had gone to the beach the weekend right before finals last year. Chloe had convinced Allison to come along even though she had wanted to stay back and study. When she had walked in on Jack in the shower, she had been so aroused she couldn’t help but go back to her room and take care of herself. To her knowledge, no one had known about that incident and she had kept it that way.

When they got back to campus after that weekend, Allison had struggled to focus on studying, finding her attention drifting to Jack’s cock and what she wanted to do to it. So when Jack had asked her out for coffee during finals week, she had turned him down because just the idea of him was already chipping away at her laser focus on acing her exams. Allison was stressed, as always when it came to grades, and she had let that override any tact in her response. Once the exams were over and she had aced them, she had regretted shutting him down so definitively.

Over the summer, Allison had gone back and forth about apologizing when they returned for the fall session. Ironically, she had turned him down because she was too attracted to him and didn’t want him ruining her GPA. She had run many conversations through her head, such as, “Sorry I rejected you back in the spring. Once I saw your cock, all I could think of all week was you barging into my study lounge, throwing my calculus notes to the floor, bending me over the table and fucking me until we both came.” Right… Then she would have had to admit about seeing him in the shower, which there was no way in hell she was doing.

So once Jack had started dating a girl in one of his classes back in the fall, she had written things off and tried to put all of her attention back into her coursework. Jack and the girl had broken up sometime in the fall, but she still hadn’t gotten the courage to backpedal and admit she had been wrong.

“Well maybe plans change,” the comment came out under Allison's breath more to herself than to Jack. She assumed Jack hadn’t heard her, as he moved Liv into a more advantageous position to continue her massage.

Eliza thought she was probably the only one to clock the moment between Jack and Allison. Liv was too busy dry humping Jack’s leg. Poor innocent Charlotte was staring at the card in her hands while her face remained a brilliant shade of crimson. So there was some kind of history there with Jack and Allison, Eliza mused. A piece of information to store away for the rest of the weekend.

“What… What brought the orgy to a grinding halt?”

Eliza returned her focus to the cards in front of her. Her options were limited, but she also knew this game was equally about predicting the choices of the person holding the black card. Eliza knew Charlotte wouldn’t pick anything too racy, but she also wanted to demonstrate her wit to Jack. Hmm, decisions, decisions.

Liv wasn’t really interested in the game anymore as Jack’s hands pressed firmly into the muscles of her back. She selected a random card and tossed it into the pile, not really caring about winning because as far as she was concerned, she had already won. Liv leaned forward melting into the table, her cleavage resting on the edge. Unintentionally, a low moan escaped as Jack pressed into a tight spot that felt so good. When she opened her eyes, Liv could swear that Charlotte was staring at her cleavage. Liv gave her a wink, and Charlotte quickly averted her eyes.

After Jack had tossed his new card in the pile, he had made a comment to Eliza about having the "Fiery Poops" card from the last round. He barely got a joke out about Indian food while he started shaking with laughter, and by proxy, shaking her body as well. She felt her now soaked thong slide to the side, as her naked pussy rubbed against the hard length in Jack’s sweatpants. The shaking had brought her attention back from the massage as she began grinding her hips ever so slowly against Jack, wishing he wasn’t wearing those pants.

A few moments later, Charlotte was shuffling the cards and was ready to read them. Even though the rules stated you were supposed to read the prompt before each individual response, Charlotte only managed to read the card one more time.

“What brought the orgy to a grinding halt?” Charlotte laid the white cards out in front of her one at a time.

“A sad handjob.”

“Sneezing, farting, and cumming at the same time.”

Liv was so distracted, she wasn’t even aware that this was the card she had put in.

“Child Protective Services.” Eliza didn’t betray herself, but she thought this was a pretty good response. Charlotte probably wouldn’t pick it, but Charlotte wasn’t the person she was trying to impress.

“A PowerPoint Presentation.” Yes, Allison thought, not the most exciting, but probably a safe choice that Charlotte would pick. She was in the game to win, not to make jokes every round.

Charlotte looked very uncomfortable before quickly picking the “PowerPoint” card. Bingo, Allison smiled.

“Yeah, this would be pretty boring and kill the mood,” she explained, though her avoidance of the other options spoke for itself.

Allison quickly claimed her second card, trying to ignore Liv’s soft moans next to her as Jack continued to massage her back. She grabbed the deck of black cards, interested to see the next prompt.

“So speaking of Child Protective Services… We are all 18 here, right?” Eliza looked around the table with an eyebrow raised.

Liv let out a quick “yes,” which one assumed was answering Eliza’s question, but could also have been in response to Jack’s hands.

“I am… How about you Charlotte,” Eliza pressed.

“Oh, umm, yes. I am 18.” Charlotte seemed to be distracted as she looked away from Liv and back to Eliza.

Allison took another sip from her wine bottle before reading the next card.

 

[Felix80]

Jack did not hear Allison's quiet retort. If he had, well, who knows how it would have affected him.

His memory of the day at the beach was different. He hadn't really known Allison as anything more than the overly serious girl. They hadn't talked much. They had run into each other at orientation in the fall of freshman year and she had immediately launched into what her major would most likely be and possible career paths, and other choices she could take if she went another way in her career. Jack was immediately turned off. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, it was over a year and a half later and he still wasn't sure. The serious girl dressed super conservatively was just someone he saw around campus and had some core curriculum classes with and maybe saw during pickup games. When he saw her he didn't think of her as Allison, she was Chloe's roommate.

It wasn't mean spirited, they just didn't have much to do with each other.

Until the beach. Allison had worn this conservatively cut one-piece. She wore a T-shirt over it most of the day. She was probably showing less skin than anyone else there. Except when she went into the water. She took off the T-shirt and BAM! Titties! And that ass! And her tight waist! Jack just stared at her, not moving. He had his sunglasses on so no one really noticed. And she wasn't flaunting anything, she was there to swim, but she didn't have to flaunt anything. Allison had a banging body. And Jack wanted to bang her.

It was lust at first sight. And second. And third. That pure, carnal lust that makes it hard to think straight. He didn't want to get to know her better, he didn't want to meet her family, or imagine what their kids would be like, he just wanted to fuck her, not make love, fuck her. Fuck her hard and fuck her long, over and over again until she collapsed from pleasure, filled and covered with his cum. Then he'd really start fucking her.

Once the lust had cleared that Jack, the Jack he had been 6-7 months ago, had been ashamed of himself. Relationships were about relating, conversing, caring about each other.

He'd had a one-night stand early freshman year, and while it had been a lot of fun, he had thought they were starting a relationship. That girl had left in the morning before he woke up. He never got her number. After that he swore he would never do it again. But Allison that made him forget all that, temporarily.

It took him some time to reconcile who he thought he was with how she made him feel. He resolved to get to know her better. He checked with Chloe to make sure Allison was available. Chloe had encouraged him, telling him Allison could really use a fun guy in her life

Suffice it to say, Allison had disagreed. If she was more than a little rude, well, at least she was honest. Fair dinkum. He could respect that.

Jack didn't know about her seeing him in the shower. She caught him at just the right time. He was soaping up his face, his eyes closed, his back to the spray of the shower, his cock prominently displayed for her. He was soft yet the uncut log hung halfway down his thigh. He had no idea she was lusting after him like he was lusting after her.

They hadn't really talked again after she shot him down. Hard. In public. He was surprised, but pleased, when she started coming to game night. Every time he saw her, he remembered the one-piece. She could be so fucking hot if she wanted to be. They trash talked each other during that epic Risk game. Jack was tempted to ask her out again after that, but he wasn't ready to get publicly eviscerated again, not even metaphorically. And she had said no, and he respected that.

But he remembered the one piece. It came to him sometimes when he least expected it, the memory of Allison covering everything but hiding nothing.

And the Jack who wanted a relationship was now a thing of the past as well. Or that desire was at least dormant. After the trainwreck relationship he had survived in the fall he didn't want a relationship. A night of just sex sounded perfect to him. Hell, if he could pull it off, then he would fuck all four girls tonight.

Yeah right. That was a pipe dream.

The reality was Jack had one girl on his lap trying to cum right now by rubbing her clit on his thigh. At least, he thought it was her clit. He felt something hard amongst the soft wet heat smashing itself on his thigh. After he'd stopped rubbing Liv's back he had stopped effectively rubbing her pussy against the top of his thigh and her inner thigh against the shaft of his cock. With his hands on her shoulders he was no longer making this wonderful, half-dressed slut rub herself on him. Jack was very pleased when she started rubbing herself on Jack. Apparently she had gotten over her stage fright. He would have to think of some subtle way to encourage her.

He was keeping an eye on the other three girls to make sure they didn't catch on. Okay, so he was pretty sure Eliza already knew but didn't care. Which was a good thing. The more Eliza didn't seem to mind Liv's 'massage' the more Jack thought there was a chance to bang them both. Fuck, maybe she would ask for a massage herself.

For his part, Jack was getting the short end of the stick. Liv's pussy was getting thoroughly stimulated, especially with her bent over the table, her clit had to be rubbing directly on his thigh. Meanwhile, her leg was rubbing against his shaft. As she moved her hips back and forth she wasn't stimulating his cockhead at all. Well, a little on the side of the crown, but that was it. Liv was keeping him horny as she built up to her orgasm, but wasn't returning the favor.

Jack grinned. He could think of a few ways his personal lap slut could return the favor. In the meantime, he decided to help her get to her chosen destination. Jack started lifting his thigh. He lifted his heel off the ground, timing it with Olivia rubbing forward, trying to maximize her pleasure. He wasn't bouncing her on his knee, though the motion was the same, he was going slower, up and down, trying to get Liv off without arousing suspicion.

Charlotte read through the cards, choosing the most boring answer. Which, of course, Allison had given. Allison won, again. Usually Jack would be more competitive, really give Allison a run for her money, but right now he had a lap slut just slutting up his lap. His real attention was split between that and distracting the other three girls.

He had noticed Eliza's interest in him and Charlotte, which got him curious in what Charlotte was doing. With Liv bent over on the table, a position he hoped to have her in again tonight, Jack had an excellent view of Charlotte's face. She kept looking straight ahead and blushing. Well, it wasn't straight ahead, then she'd be looking Jack in the eye. No, she was looking ahead and down. What was ahead of him on the table? The pile of cards?

OH FUCK! Charlotte was staring at Olivia's tits! Fuck indeed. She kept looking back at them, then glancing away. And blushing. Little Charlotte was getting turned on! And by Olivia's tits! That was interesting...

Jack couldn't help himself. He found himself talking before he knew what he was going to say. His words were casual, as if he talked about sex this brazenly every day.

“Yeah, this would be pretty boring and kill the mood."

"I don't know Charlotte. Let's think about this for a minute. Let's say the four of us are having an orgy. Imagine that you and I are making love while Olivia and Eliza are in a sixty-nine. You're sitting on my lap, quite naked, and you're, rather, we're enjoying ourselves, shall we say, vigorously. Then Allison starts a PowerPoint presentation on beavers or some such. You're moments from climax. Are you really going to stop for because Allison has started talking about beavers and their dams?" Beavers? Really? Double entendre much Jack?

"Now I don't think a sad handjob would really stop an orgy. It might slow it down, but it wouldn't bring it to a grinding halt. That was the phrase, right, a grinding halt? Again, let's say I was giving you a handjob. I'm doing my best to rub your happy place in a way you like, but it just isn't working for you. That's a little embarrassing for me, kind of hits my pride, but I'm sure, in this hypothetical orgy, that Liv or Allison or Eliza would happily try to make your kitty purr.

"As far as the sneeze, fart, cum trifecta, well I've done all three, but never simultaneously. I don't even think I've done two simultaneously. I think the orgy might slow down to watch the spectacle, but once it's over wouldn't you want to keep going? I know I would. You know, until we both came. Sorry, achieved climax. We're trying to be logical here.

"But if CPS shows up, I think that's a boner killer right there. That would definitely kill the mood. Even if everyone was of age and DCS had nothing to do with the orgy, I don't think I could keep going knowing there was a kid out there who needed help."

Jack looked around at the three girls facing him, checking their reactions. He kind of shrugged while he worked on Liv's back and kept slowly rocking his thigh up and down. "I'm not saying Allison shouldn't get the point, good for her. I'm just saying, I think we could all keep orgy-ing through a PowerPoint."

This led to Eliza's comment about being 18. Jack hadn't even thought about that, he had just assumed. He shot Eliza a smile to thank her.

He was going to make a joke about him and Allison not being 18, as they were over 18, but he didn't want to be too corny. Or pedantic. Or maybe he did. Fuck if Olivia keeping his dick on edge wasn't distracting.

 

[SpicySpirit]

"Let's say the four of us are having an orgy. Imagine that we're making love while Olivia and Eliza are in a sixty-nine… Then Allison starts a PowerPoint presentation on beavers or some such. You're moments from climax. Are you really going to stop for because Allison has started talking about beavers and their dams?”

Charlotte was taken aback when Jack started his tangent. At first her stormy blue eyes met his as he debated her selection. She was able to match his gaze as he talked about an orgy, but as soon as he mentioned the idea of the two of them making love, her mouth went dry and her face began to feel like hot coals, so she was forced to look away. Fortunately, Jack’s eyes traveled to Eliza for his next comment about the sixty-nine.

Eliza was intrigued by Jack’s hypothetical proposition. She gave Liv a look, but Liv might as well have been in her own world. Eliza’s coffee colored eyes met Jack’s and she raised an eyebrow accompanied by a smirk as if to say, “Oh, that is what is on your mind…” Eliza thought Liv was attractive, it wasn’t an impossible suggestion. She had never been with a girl, but was always game for trying something new. Boys had screwed her over lately anyway, so keeping all options open may not be a bad idea.

Allison turned her full attention to Jack, narrowing her eyes into a glare. Really? A PowerPoint about beavers and dams?! She was also slightly offended that of the four girls sitting here, she was the one he chose to be giving the PowerPoint presentation in his hypothetical scenario. Jack would rather be making love to Charlotte. Does he find her more attractive than me? Allison’s alcohol-laden thoughts went off on a spiral and she barely heard the rest of Jack’s diatribe.

“That's a little embarrassing for me, kind of hits my pride, but I'm sure, in this hypothetical orgy that Liv or Allison or Eliza would happily try to make your kitty purr…”

Charlotte was squirming in her seat at all the scenarios Jack was painting. Her mind went back to her minimal experimentation with Simone, her best friend at boarding school. The first time they had been practicing kissing, Simone’s hand had accidentally brushed over Charlotte’s breast. Charlotte realized she liked it. The next time they were practicing Charlotte had gently guided Simone’s hand towards her breast as they made out. After only a few minutes of Simone fondling her nipple, she had felt this incredible sensation between her legs. But she had been afraid to tell Simone about it. Now those feelings started to come back and Charlotte felt even more like she wanted to crawl under the table.

Liv had only been able to masturbate a handful of times to orgasm; so she didn’t have tells she recognized as sure signs that she was close… But damn he felt good. While Liv wanted badly to come, she also didn’t want to draw any additional attention from the other girls. She bit her lip as she continued to rock against his thigh, hoping his massage would be a good cover for her movements. She vaguely heard Jack toss out her name, but between the wine she had been sipping and the lust overwhelming her senses, there was only so much of her attention she was able to spare.

"I'm not saying Allison doesn't get the point, good for her. I'm just saying, I think we could all keep orgy-ing through a PowerPoint."

“So Mr. Mansplain - I’m guessing the Child Protective Services card was yours?” Allison’s voice was undulating and sinuous as the wine had softened any of the curt and pointed energy her insults usually carried.

“You know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know which one was yours. You are such a sore loser. You could actually play the game or you can keep playing masseuse over there with your Barbie.”

Allison let out a huge sigh, rolling her eyes at Jack before taking a long swallow that almost got to the last dregs of the wine bottle. She snatched the black card with a little bit of a swagger off the top, and began reading immediately to steamroll over anything Jack might try to respond with.

“Today’s #1 Tip: Spice up your sex life by bringing ____________ into the bedroom.”

“Have fun with this one,” Allison dropped the card on the table a la mic drop. She looked at Jack, challenging him to find a card that he thought she would pick as the best.

 

[Felix80]

Jack had been calmly rubbing Liv's back through Allison's entire diatribe, still working his thigh gently up and down, matching the slow grind of her pussy against him. If he wasn't sure Allison was just being a drunk bitch Jack would assume she was jealous. But why the hell would she be jealous? She was the one who shot him down. But fuck it, if she wanted to play, he could play too.

“Have fun with this one.”

"Tell me Alley Cat," he had never used that nickname for her before, he'd never heard anyone ever call her anything but Allison, "by 'this one' do you mean the card or do you mean, as you put it, my Barbie?" Jack punctuated the question by slapping Olivia playfully on her bare ass. Jack brought both of his hands to Liv's lower back, caressing her suggestively, all while holding Allison's gaze. "Or are you just jealous that you're not getting a massage? All that stress, the pressure you put on yourself, and you're just dying there watching my big, strong hands rubbing all Liv's cares away until she melts into a puddle of pleasure. Poor little Alley Cat, all stressed out, needing her klitty to purr."

Where the hell had that come from? He had been writing erotica on some internet message boards, but he'd never have imagined he'd be able to improve something like that in real life. Was it the alcohol?

Holding Allison's gaze he blew her a kiss as he picked up his beer and took a quick draw. He looked at the bottle as he put it back on the table. It wasn't even half empty. Nope, wasn't the alcohol.

Jack turned to Eliza, shot her a smile and said, "Ironically, I'd be happy to give any of you girls a massage. If you want one, Eliza, just ask."

Caressing Liv with one hand he reached for the pile of white cards. His luck with the cards had been shit so far tonight. If this was poker he would have been folding these hands. There wasn't any money on the line, just fun. And maybe the opportunity for sex. He had a chance with Liv. More than a chance with the way she was humping his thigh. Maybe a chance with Eliza. Making Charlotte turn red with embarrassment was way too much fun. He shot Charlotte a smile as he looked down at the card he had drawn.

'Pixelated Bukakke.' His luck was turning. Was Allison going to know what bukakke was? Was she going to find it disgusting or would she be turned on? Was she a prude, or secretly a horny slut? Inquiring minds want to know.

The image on her in the bathing suit kneeling in front of him, her eyes closed because her face was caked in his cum, her mouth overflowing with his hot sticky love sauce, a huge grin on her face as she swallowed and begged for more.

Jack looked up and caught Charlotte's eye. He smiled at her. "I know Alley Cat doesn't care, but you should know," he looked down, sighing while he shook his head, doing another false tension builder, then earnestly confessed to Charlotte, "I'm the one who gave you a sad handjob. It was me. I'm big enough to admit it. If you want me to give you another handjob I promise I'll be more enthusiastic."

With a chuckle he shot Charlotte a megawatt smile. He couldn't wait to see the reaction to his teasing.

Jack turned to Allison putting his bukakke card down in front of her. He purposely and very obviously looked her up and down, appraising her body. There wasn't much to see with her clothes chosen to obscure her figure. Jack brought his gaze back up to Allison's eyes and smiled at her. "Enjoy."

He turned back to Liv, moving his hands to her bare ass, giving both cheeks a quick squeeze before moving under them and lifting her ass up a bit but leaving her pelvis on his thigh, effectively pushing her forward a bit more, pressing her clit harder against his thigh, but giving Jack access to the bottom of her folds.

"One second pause in the massage, I've got to readjust a bit."

Moving his left hand to the small of her back, he moved his right hand between his stomach and Liv's bottom, overtly to rework where his balls and shaft were, while in reality once his hand was hidden by her ass he turned his wrist, his fingers rubbing up and down her labia. He was pleasantly surprised to find her thong wasn't there. She was sopping wet, and incredibly hot. Jack couldn't stop himself from smiling as he rubbed her pussy. This was an amazing night.

The initial plan was to just rub her thong a few times under the guise of freeing one of his balls from entanglement in his shorts. But when this kind of opportunity presents itself, well, Jack couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. He pressed a finger into her vagina, gently spreading her as he plumbed deeper inside the practically naked girl's pussy. He was searching for that elusive patch of rough material known as the G-Spot, but frankly, he was just happy to be inside her. It wasn't much of a handjob, and he wasn't going to really go to town. How much could he get away with in front of the other girls?

 

[SpicySpirit]

"Tell me Alley Cat, by 'this one' do you mean the card or do you mean, as you put it, my Barbie? Or are you just jealous that you're not getting a massage? All that stress, the pressure you put on yourself, and you're just dying there watching my big, strong hands rubbing all Liv's cares away until she melts into a puddle of pleasure.”

Alley Cat!? Where did that come from? Allison was almost intrigued by the nickname, until he called her out on her jealousy. Then her mood shifted to the defensive.

Was she jealous of the scantily clad high school senior on his lap? Yes. Did she want to be on his lap? Yes. Would she admit to that? No.

At least while she still had some of her guard up, though the alcohol seemed to be taking that wall down brick by brick.

“Poor little Alley Cat, all stressed out, needing her klitty to purr."

Allison wasn’t sure whether she wanted to fuck him or fight him in that moment. And since she couldn’t decide, she stood up without a word and turned towards the downstairs bathroom walking away while giving him the middle finger. She had cursed in front of Jack for the first time this evening, why not keep the ball rolling.

Eliza watched Allison’s exit and shrugged, picking up her next white card. She could tell that Allison was tightly wound. Damn that girl needs to be laid, she thought. As Jack made eyes at her again, she brought her attention back to her own goals for the evening.

"Ironically, I'd be happy to give any of you girls a massage. If you want one, Eliza, just ask."

“Oh, I do want one,” Eliza purred. “In fact, I think it should be my turn next round.” She nudged Liv with her arm. “Did you hear me, bitch?” Eliza’s voice was playful, but still had an edge of seriousness, she took another swallow from the beer bottle on the table beside her cards.

Eliza drew her white replacement card and then rifled through the cards in her hand, annoyed with the options. Definitely not winning this round, she wagered, don’t think Allison has a humorous bone in her body. With a sigh of defeat, she slid the card across the table to Allison’s vacant spot.

Charlotte had been politely ignoring the heated conversation between Jack and Allison, scanning through her cards. Her eyes had followed as Allison had left the table, and Jack happened to throw a smile in her direction. When he made the massage comment, she had returned to her cards, while taking a small sip of soda.

"I know Alley Cat doesn't care, but you should know, I'm the one who gave you a sad handjob. It was me. I'm big enough to admit it. If you want me to give you another handjob I promise I'll be more enthusiastic."

Charlotte looked up at Jack as he confessed he had given her the “sad handjob” card. She hadn’t expected that one to be his, but then he continued with his metaphor and she almost choked on the soda she had just swallowed. After a cough, she was able to muster, “Oh, umm, that’s okay, I mean…” She quickly looked down at her cards, hoping that no one had really caught that she had said anything, trying to ignore the awkward response she had just given.

Okay Charlotte, this is fine. You are fine. He is just toying with you. I mean really, when he has Barbie on his lap and Demi Lovato on his other side, what would he even see in you?

Charlotte hadn’t followed Jack’s instructions in the first round, but this time she decided this was the only card that made sense - even if she didn’t exactly know what these “things” were. She hesitantly placed her card in front of Allison’s spot before she saw her walking back into the room.

As Allison made her way back into the room, she stopped to grab her empty wine bottle and walk it over to the recycling can in the kitchen. In her absence, she had missed Jack’s comments about massages and his confession to Charlotte. When she got back to her seat, she leaned over to the box beside Jack pulling out a beer bottle to continue where the wine had left off.

She felt Jack’s eyes on her as she sat up, very obviously looking at her full body, though she was well aware she was showing no skin compared to Eliza or Liv. Was he actually still interested in her? Or was he just doing this to further push her buttons? He was so proud of himself and his witty banter.

“Enjoy.”

His sly smile suggested she should be worried, as she scooped up his card, mixing it with the other two in front of her. Allison was sure she would be able to figure out which card was his and then she would just have to decide whether he had earned the point.

“Okay, we still are missing one more card. Who is it?” Allison prompted, wanting to get the show on the road, as they would say.

Liv’s eyes widened as she suddenly felt Jack’s hand move beneath her separating her folds. She hadn’t even looked at her cards, she had been so distracted. Then she felt him slip a finger inside her and she almost lost it.

“Sorry, I was still trying to decide,” Liv lied as she picked a random card out of her hand without even reading it, passing it over to Allison.

Yeah, right, Allison mused, you were too busy trying to hump Jack’s leg over there. You weren’t trying to decide anything. Allison shuffled the white cards in front of her and coughed purposefully looking at Jack and Liv.

Liv squirmed in Jack’s lap, as she felt his finger dipping deeper and deeper into her slit. She bit her lip trying not to make a sound as she felt her walls tense around Jack’s finger. She wanted to come, but not in front of the other girls. Liv stood up suddenly, pulling down her skirt and turned to Jack.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Liv looked around, her voice a little frazzled. Jack gestured in the direction Allison had just come from and Liv took off so quickly, she missed the quick flash of disappointment on Jack’s face.

Allison sighed and looked over at Jack with a pout, “Awww, did you scare your plaything away? That’s okay, we can do this part without her.” There was a slight edge to Allison’s voice, but if anything it was more evidence that her filter was crumbling with every passing comment.

Before Allison could continue, Eliza let out a small snicker, “Looks like my turn might be coming sooner than I thought,” her eyes were laser focused on Jack's, looking like she might devour him.

Allison reread the black card on the table before sharing the white cards in her hand.

“Today’s #1 Tip: Spice up your sex life by bringing ____________ into the bedroom.”

“Anal beads. Yes, that would be spicy,” Allison peeked over the card, trying to judge who had put this one in. She refrained from making any comment as to how she felt about anal beads. Charlotte was fiercely looking down at the table, so Allison quickly identified this card’s owner.

“Pixelated bukkake,” Allison knew there was no way Charlotte knew what this was and wouldn’t have left the door open for embarrassment. Allison refused to comment further, not wanting to prove her knowledge one way or another. Her eyes panned to Eliza and Jack. Eliza had a smirk on her face, but not one of pride, more of admiration. Allison met Jack’s eyes and she thought a glimmer quickly passed through them. Was he testing her? Well, it could also be Liv’s card since she clearly had no idea what she was putting in.

“AIDS… Okay, either someone had terrible cards, or really thinks I am into dark humor," Allison rethought her judgment on the last card. Instead, she found herself hoping this offensive submission was Liv being oblivious to the card she had thrown in the pile.

“Grandma… almost worse than AIDS, that is a close tie,” Eliza almost snorted while swallowing another mouthful of beer. Okay, Grandma was definitely Eliza, Allison checked off the mental box.

So it was between “Anal beads” and “Pixelated bukkake,” one would clearly embarrass the hell out of poor abused Charlotte. The other would give Jack the win, which was crushing every ounce of Allison’s soul. Allison let out a heavy sigh. I hope Charlotte appreciates this…

“This is a mixed bag, but I can tell you I am definitely not going for Grandma or… AIDS…like what the actual fuck,” Allison swore again without any hesitation. “Personally, anal isn’t my thing,” the words rolled off her tongue more easily than they would have if she hadn’t been inebriated. “So I guess I will have to live with pixelated bukkake as my spicy bedroom activity.”

“So, whose card was it?” Allison decided to play dumb despite knowing the card’s actual owner, having some empathy for the innocent girl twisting her braid in the chair next to her. She braced herself for the inevitable boasting and taunting that Jack was about to unleash on her. And now he would only be one point behind her.

 

[Felix80]

Olivia was wonderfully warm, and magically moist as Jack's middle finger slipped a little deeper inside her. He was barely inside of her, but he knew where he was headed. His hand was turned the wrong way to feel out where her g-spot was; his nail would rub against the top of her vagina, not the sensitive print side of his fingertip. She felt so good, and it had been more than a year since the last time he'd been able to do this with a woman, but he knew what he was doing. His left hand was on the small of her back, applying pressure, making sure her clit was still grinding against his thigh. Her pussy contracted around his finger and Jack gave an almost imperceptible grin at his hidden joy. He was going to make Liv cum. Oh, maybe not right here and now, but at some point during the night he'd be bringing her to paradise. Bringing his lover joy brought him joy as well. And he wanted to bring some joy.

Then she stood up and his world turned upside down. Gone was the warmth, the moisture, replaced was a face that looked distressed saying, “Where’s the bathroom?” Jack pointed vaguely toward the first-floor bathroom and Liv was gone. And before he had time to even wonder what the fuck had just happened there was Allison in his face giving him shit as she grabbed a beer.

“Awww, did you scare your plaything away? That’s okay, we can do this part without her.”

Fuck you, no. That couldn't be it. Could it?

“Looks like my turn might be coming sooner than I thought." Jack turned to look at Eliza and his thoughts of Liv turned to the back of his head. Clearly she just had to go pee or something. She'd be back in a minute. Meanwhile there was a tiger here looking for a meat stick to swallow. He held Eliza's gaze. She was ready, willing and able, and so was he. Jack looked down at his leg, about to pat it and tell her to hop on when he saw the mess Liv had left behind. The sweatpants on his thigh was clearly wet. Just wet. and so was his middle finger. He subtly wiped Liv's juices off on his pant leg, a bit disappointed that he couldn't taste her but that would be weird to do in front of the other girls, sans explanation. He managed to get most of a reply out to Eliza, though Allison did start talking over the end of his sentence.

"I'm going to enjoy running my hands all over your body." Jack wasn't sure Eliza had heard anything after he said 'enjoy' because that's when Allison cut in reading the black card.

Jack shook his head and turned his attention to the buzzed Allison. She seemed to like the idea of anal beads. That wasn't really Jack's thing, but he figured she had a stick up her ass most of the time, anal beads would be a nice change of pace. She read off 'pixelated bukkake.' No reaction, no inflection, just looked at the other three people at the table quickly in turn. As she continued reading she had a comment for the other cards, but not for bukkake? That was curious. Eliza snorted at the 'Grandma' card, Jack had to admit that was pretty funny.

She sighed and hemmed and hawed a bit, but when she said, “Personally, anal isn’t my thing, so I guess I will have to live with pixelated bukkake as my spicy bedroom activity.” Jack managed not to laugh, but a huge grin spread over his face. So she did know what bukkake was. And the thought of getting her face covered in cum wasn't a turn off, and was possibly a turn on? Very interesting.

"That's funny Alley Cat, I never would have guessed you weren't into anal, I figured it would be your specialty, what with the giant stick you keep up your ass all the time." There was a bit of a bite to his words, but Jack was going for lighthearted teasing. "But I'm a good sport, if bukkake is part of your five-year plan, if that's what gets your juices flowing, then I'd be happy to help, just say the word and I can make your dreams..."

Jack stopped in mid-sentence, glancing toward the bathroom he didn't see any sign of Olivia. He hadn't really gotten express permission to touch her, and he had been fine putting his concern for her to the back of his mind for a minute or two, but her not being back yet was eating away at him. She was probably just pooping, but Allison's words might be true. Did he go too far too fast and scare her away? Was she still in the bathroom because she was crying at being taken advantage of? He hadn't really gotten express permission from her, implied consent at most. The image of her crying her eyes out in his bathroom flooded his mind and it was all he could think about.

Jack looked back at Allison, his face suddenly serious. "Look, Allison, this banter is fun, but Olivia's been gone a couple minutes now. Do you mind knocking on the bathroom door and checking on her? I mean, she's probably using the bathroom normally, and if she is she can just open the window, but if she's in there-" he paused trying to think of something besides crying her eyes out, "-puking from the alcohol, then we need to take care of her."

 

[SpicySpirit]

Olivia closed and locked the door to the bathroom, trying to catch her breath. She had been so close, but couldn’t bring herself over the edge in front of the others. At first, she paced back and forth in the small space, trying to decide what to do. She didn’t hear anyone coming after her, so she turned on the faucet and let the water run. Putting the toilet seat down, she sat on the edge and reached under her skirt to finish what she had started with Jack.

"I'm going to enjoy…”

Eliza’s eyes never left Jack after Olivia had swiftly departed the room. After her comment, she heard him say something she thought was about her, but then Allison cut him off. Here we go, she thought, let’s see what Allison thinks of my “Grandma” card.

“Anal beads.”

Eliza looked at Jack and then Charlotte. The curvy blonde didn’t even look up or show any surprise. In fact, she avoided making any eye contact with any of them. Well done, Charlotte, didn’t think you had it in you. Wonder if you know what those actually are?

“Pixelated bukkake”

From the look on Jack’s face and the twinkle in his eyes, she surmised it must be his card. Jack, you naughty boy, Eliza smirked in his direction. She mused about whether or not this was something Jack would actually enjoy. Once Allison finished reading the other options, Eliza had to agree with her that “Anal beads” and “Pixelated bukkake” were superior to the other two choices.

"That's funny Alley Cat, I never would have guessed you weren't into anal, I figured it would be your specialty, what with the giant stick you keep up your ass all the time. But I'm a good sport, if bukkake is part of your five-year plan, if that's what gets your juices flowing, then I'd be happy to help, just say the word and I can make your dreams..."

While the alcohol was helping to loosen Allison, it unfortunately was slowing down her response time and her mind was trying to keep up. He got her fired up with the “stick up the ass” comment, and while she was trying to craft her comeback, he completely sidetracked her with the bukkake comment.

"Look, Allison, this banter is fun, but Olivia's been gone a couple minutes now. Do you mind knocking on the bathroom door and checking on her? I mean, she's probably using the bathroom normally, and if she is she can just open the window, but if she's in there-" he paused trying to think of something besides crying her eyes out, "-puking from the alcohol, then we need to take care of her."

As Allison was trying to wrestle with Jack’s comments about her ass and bukkake, she was again dumbfounded as he did a 180 and asked her to check on Olivia. What the fuck, Jack? But he seemed genuinely concerned, which made her do a double take. Suddenly, Allison felt a little guilty about the comment she had made moments before to Jack about his “plaything.” Instead of retorting with a snarky comment, Allison simply nodded and stood up to check on Olivia.

Charlotte had kept quiet through the entire back and forth between Jack . She sipped her soda and looked over her white cards, even though she knew each and every one of them by heart at this point since it was her only escape from making eye contact with the rest of the group. She still had no idea what “anal beads” were and wasn’t sure she wanted to know what “bukkake” was. Unfortunately, Eliza was about to take care of that for her.

Eliza noticed Charlotte’s quiet and purposeful focus and decided to stir up the pot. Besides, it was just her and Jack with Charlotte at the moment. She was sure that Charlotte didn’t know what bukkake was and was willing to bet she didn’t know about anal beads either.

“So Charlotte,” Eliza started with an impish whisper, “did you know that bukkake is when several males cum on the same person?”

Charlotte almost choked on her soda, her eyes widening as they met Eliza’s.

“Umm, no… I didn’t know that,” Charlotte mustered.

“Do you know what anal beads are then?” Eliza continued to pry.

“Yes... yes, I do,” Charlotte didn’t want to know so she lied. The bukkake was enough for her to take in anyway.

Eliza figured she should give poor Charlotte a break, even though she didn’t believe the girl for a minute. She looked casually over to where Allison and Olivia had left for the bathroom.

“Well since she is taking so long, I think it is my turn,” Eliza slid over to Jack and sat on his lap before Jack could refuse. She switched her white cards with Olivia’s and put them at the now empty seat for when she returned.

Allison stood outside the bathroom door for a moment trying to listen before knocking to see what she might be dealing with. She heard running water and just as she was about to raise her hand to knock, she could have sworn she heard Olivia moaning which halted her hand. After another moment, she could hear the toilet flush and the water go off, at which point Allison took several steps away from the door so Olivia wouldn’t think she had been eavesdropping.

Olivia opened the door and was surprised to see Allison walking towards her. Did she hear anything? Olivia’s mind immediately started racing, trying to find excuses.

“Jack just wanted me to check on you,” Allison insisted. “He was worried you might be sick from the alcohol.” Allison added the last part to put the girl at ease.

“Oh, yes,” Olivia welcomed the suggestion, “I was feeling a little nauseous, but I am good now. Thanks.”

“Glad you didn’t actually puke. May want to do water for a bit. Hangovers suck,” She admitted.

Both girls walked together to the dining room to find Eliza now in Jack’s lap.

“You snooze, you lose girlfriend,” Eliza winked at Olivia.