STRIP Rock-Paper-Scissors: An SRP Writing Game

[WriteAwayHoney]

CLOSED -- SORT OF ...​

I am having so much fun with this idea, that I would love to do a similar one -- different characters, far different starting point, far different ending point -- basically a remake that doesn't look anything like the original.

Strip Rock-Paper-Scissors​

Since you're reading this, you've likely played "Rock-Paper-Scissors" before. Either that, are you're simply intrigued by any game with a stripping element, am I right?



This "writing game" is like any other SRP -- two or more characters collaborating on a story line -- except that the characters are reacting to a game of R-P-S, and no one knows for certain who will lose, who will win ... or, in a game that involves taking off one's clothes, whether anyone loses at all!

The Rules are simple:​

(In case you're reading this for the second time, the "rules" have been modified after some wonderful suggestions from my collaborator.

**** You all probably know how to play "Rock-Paper-Scissors": Rock beats scissors, scissors beat paper, paper beats rock (or in the more literal explanation, rock breaks scissors, scissors cut paper, paper covers rock ... same outcome).

**** The SRP starts off with a story, just like any SRP.

**** Eventually -- hopefully -- we will get to the R-P-S game. At this point, who loses a round of R-P-S and must take off a piece of clothing is partially random, partially agreed upon. (It's worked out between the writers to create an interesting story.)

**** And, again, PCs write their replies.

**** And the game continues, until someone is naked and has no more clothes to shed ... and then whatcha gonna do??

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Rick

It was looking like the same Labor Day Weekend crowd, the same Rick had seen at his parents' estate for the past dozen years. He greeted the men with a firm hand shake, the women with a softer version of one, or a kiss on the cheek, depending upon his familiarity with them. This was the in-crowd of West Coast advertising, the faces of the business, the people with whom his parents wined and dined, with whom his father wheeled and dealed.

To Rick, they were simply the people whose business was paying for his Ivy League education. That was all he really cared about: being across the country away from all of this, being at college and involved in all the social activity surrounding it ... getting away from all the social fantasy of this world.

There wasn't a person here today -- with the exception of his mother, possibly his father -- that Rick would trust his future to, professional or personal. This was the original Me Crowd, and -- while many could offer Rick a way through commonly closed doors once he'd completed his Masters -- he knew that his future rested in his own hands. Take what you want, Rick. See what you want, and take it.

He politely excused himself from yet another Tell Us What You're Up To, Rick. He made his way to the floor-to-ceiling windows looking down upon the front drive. Valets were quickly hurrying away Mercedes and Jag's and Escalades; and, almost as if shift work, Rick's mother, father, and uncle -- senior vice president in the company -- were taking turns out in the mid-afternoon sun with the meet-n-greet that would be expected of such a major social gathering.

And then Rick's attention froze. Leaning back against a brand new convertible was a ghost from his past: Lexie H ... the one that got away.

He felt an immediate stirring in his loins. There was a history here, almost six years of cat and mouse that Rick had wanted so badly to resolve and, once, had gotten so very close to doing so.

In high school, Rick had been a BMOC -- big man on campus, a jock, a scholar, a player. He'd had his share of the lovely young ladies but had been sure not to take more than his share. He'd always been careful not to break any hearts or, among the male students, crush any toes.

But of all the "girls" in school, Lexie was the one he'd wanted the most, the one he'd tried the hardest to have. He'd been horribly disappointed when college departure day had come and he still hadn't had her naked and sweating in his bed, her bed ... where ever.

Part of it had been the age difference, or the class gap to be more specific; Rick was a junior when Lexie was a freshman, so he only had those two years to be close to her on a daily basis without seeming like a stalker. Later, home on his college breaks, he always made a point of getting together with her, for a casual conversation or lunch that he'd hoped -- futilely -- would end up with them between the sheets somewhere.

More significant than the age gap had been Lexie's father. He'd always kept a heavy thumb pressed down upon Lexie, from the moment boys started noticing the wonderful growing spurt occurring in the front of her blouses. It had been Daddy who'd interrupted Rick's one sure shot at finally having Lexie, an afternoon photo shoot Rick had talked Lexie into that, just as things were heating up, Daddy had interrupted with his ill-timed early return from ... where ever he'd been.

He looked down upon Lexie now, admired the flowing blond hair, the fair, flawless skin, the beautiful red-lipped smile, and the hourglass curves that she always presented whether in a skin tight dancing dress or the casual outdoor clothes of a Labor Day picnic. He wondered: had Daddy continued to protect his little girl, even to this very day? Rick doubted it. Hoping beyond hope.

But, life goes on, and people get second chances. And as he watched her head into the McMansion, he knew beyond a doubt that this weekend Rick Stevens would finally have Alexandra Harrington.

And he reminded himself: Take what you want, Rick. See what you want, and take it.

 

[Lilacs]

Alexandra Harrington—Lexie to just about everyone—had finished her first year at Brown University and then spent the summer between her freshman and sophomore year in the sales department of Heritage Art & Furniture Co., her parents’ business. It wasn’t so much that she needed pocket money over the summer. It was just what everyone expected. Her brothers had all worked through high school and now the summers either in the factory actually helping to create product or in one of her parents’ stores. Even though she was the youngest and the only girl, Lexie knew she was expected to do the same. Especially as she had skipped out most summers during high school in order to go on various school related tours abroad.

But summer was almost over and she was done with work and had almost a week before going back to school. She was attending a get together at friends of her parents and bored out of her mind when she saw Rick. He had always seemed one of the cool kids, out of reach of her crowd, because he was like a senior when she was a freshman as Lexie recalled. She hadn’t seen him for three years or so when she ran into him at a wedding where she was a bridesmaid and he was one of the groom’s men. Despite the fact that she had still been dating David, her high school romance, Lexie had flirted madly with him the entire time. He had invited her to an afternoon photo shoot. Somehow, they had ended up between photographs thrusting their tongues down each other’s throats when her dad almost walked in and caught them. Lexie still blushed whenever she thought about how she had barely had time to tuck her blouse back in and pin her hair back.

God, he still looks good, she thought. Lexie had always had a bit of a crush on him. Now, she was finally single. David had dumped her via a text message her last semester at Brown and she had only felt relief on seeing it. They had grown apart. Quickly checking herself out in a mirror, fixing her make up and combing her hair, Lexie began to work her way through the crowd toward Rick. She tried to make it very casual, like she was heading into the hour and then, the slow turn, a smile of amazement and an oh-is-that-you expression as if she were totally surprised. Casually, she flipped back her hair and walked over to talk to Rick. Daddy wasn’t going to walk in this time, she vowed.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

His first year of high school, Rick's father took the family fishing in their new boat. Rick wasn't much of a nature lover, but he didn't mind this; the shoreline, just fifty yards away, was filled with bikini-clad girls from his school, sunning and swimming and flirting with the already popular Freshman.

Then, a potential tragedy struck. His tomboy sister landed a huge trout, and as it was flopping about in the bottom of the boat, she pointed at it, laughed, and exclaimed, "That's how Ricky dances!"

All along the lake shore, laughter erupted. Rick slid down into his seat, and remained there until his moping and begging drove his father nuts, and they called it an early day.

Rick spent the rest of weekend dreading the return to school on Monday. He considered faking an illness, but didn't; Rick was never one to fear adversity, plus he wanted an opportunity to nip in the bud what he knew had the potential to become a very ugly affair.

Sure enough, before he got fifty feet down the school's central hallway, one of the Varsity football linemen -- a Senior who outweighed him by an easy 80 pounds -- spouted off with, "Hey, it's Flipper!"

As well as never being one to fear adversity, Rick was never one to face adversity without a plan. Before the loudmouth finished his first breath full of pleased-with-himself laughter, Rick landed a punch to his face so hard it broke his nose and took out both front teeth. As the Hulk simply timbered back to the floor, Rick looked around the stunned crowd and very casually asked, "Anyone else?"

It was the first and last time Rick hit anyone in his entire life. He didn't like violence, and this affected him so much, that after making an unhurried exit, he found himself in the boys bathroom throwing up into a toilet. He felt so guilty about the damage to the football player's face that he took a draw on a trust fund his grandfather left him to correct the damage -- and then, that spring, bought the less-than-attractive hulk of a human a Call Girl for prom weekend. It was the first time in his life he had truly been thankful to come from a well-to-do family.

But to ensure that nothing like this ever happened to him -- or to a smart ass -- ever again, Rick simply never again danced in public.



And now, here he was, at his best friend's wedding reception, with the woman of his dreams -- who, he prayed was too young to have heard about the fish incident -- watching her dance with others while his brain screamed out Flipper! Flipper! Several times she looked about to ask him to dance, and he quickly turned to converse with whomever was near, or stood and excused himself for a bathroom break. You look like an idiot! You're ACTING like an idiot!

A lot about Rick had changed in the half dozen years since the lake incident, but one thing about him hadn't: his ability to execute a well laid plan. He passed the DJ a hundred dollar bill, pointed out Lexie, and said, "You don't stop playing slow songs until I stop dancing with that beautiful creature."

And the man didn't. Rick crossed to Lexie, snagged her by the hand and lead her to the center of the dance floor with great confidence -- while all the time his heart was pounding, his pores were pumping, and his head was screaming, yes, Flipper! Flipper!

But he didn't care. He was holding -- for the first time -- Alexandra Harrington, the sexiest girl who'd ever graced the halls of Central High, the focus of all of his me time fantasies ... the woman who was causing him to keep his hips pulled slightly back to hide the fact that he was hard as a rock.

They danced for two or three songs, talking, laughing, flirting. He was in heaven, even more so because before talking to the DJ, Rick had convinced his mother to ask Lexie's father, one of the community's premiere furniture manufacturers and sellers, about furnishing the lake cabin the family had just purchased. Even before Rick had swept Lexie into his arms, his mother had swept her father outside for a conversation away from the booming music.

Rick wanted desperately to get Lexie out of there, preferably before his mother ran out of questions or her father ran out of decorating suggestions; he wanted to get her somewhere private, intimate -- somewhere where they could get naked together. But he couldn't find the opening. Then, suddenly, she gave it to him: "Are you still doing your photography thing?"

His heart leaped with joy. He answered yes, of course, and began spouting off about his new camera and the accessories and the wonderful photos he'd published in the University's Student magazine and so on and such for until finally -- he said, "You know, I should take some pictures of you, somewhere with some good lighting. How about your house?"

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie had smiled a slow, secret smile when Rick suggested her house for photography. She truly hadn’t heard of his traumatic experience with ‘flipper,’ so to her, he came off as a confident man who enjoyed a slow dance. She had loved the fact that the DJ played several in a row, it let her just relax in his arms, their bodies entwined together, slowly growing closer with each song. It felt good to be in a man’s strong arms. And the fact that Rick was a college student made it see more adult, different than her other dates. She had still been dating Dave at this time, so there was this little tinge of excitement knowing that maybe she should say no, especially when she had a good idea that photography might involve more than pictures.

“Great idea,” she said. Her soft lips forming a gentle smile. “I would love to and our house is the perfect place. We’ve got a great view of the lake. Maybe after, we can walk down and get some shots as the sun sets.” She took his hand as if it were the most casual thing in the world and asked, “Do you want to drive? I came with my folks. But our place is only six miles away on the other side of the lake.” She definitely planned to see what kind of kisser this college boy was. Sadly, she didn't know that her father was already wrapping up and planning to head home early.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Well, that was just too easy, Rick thought as Lexie took his hand and led him toward the reception hall's door. He slowed their pace at the door, looking up and down the hallway, then -- as they stepped out -- up and down the patio surrounding the building.

That's where he found them, Rick's mother and Lexie's father, down near the building's side entrance. His mother was pantomiming shapes and sizes and levels, and Rick -- very familiar with the way his mother talked with her hands -- knew she was currently explaining what she called the Main Hall of the cabin, which she wanted to furnish fully in antique furniture.

As he sped his pace suddenly, now leading Lexie away to his Jag', he calculated quickly: main hall, master bedroom, guest room, etc. He figured, oh, maybe five minutes for her explanation of each, an equal time for Lexie's father's assessment, and of course his very particular mother's negative response, which would then lead to more advice from the very professional Harrington.

Of course, Rick had no illusions: his mother could talk all day about her new lake side treasure, but Lexie's dad was neither going to spent that whole day listening to this crazy woman nor leave his young, beautiful daughter in that reception hall with that tight fitting dress and a dozen young eligible bachelors -- not to mention the philandering married men -- whose only thought would be of how to get her out of said dress.

Rick figured he had 30, maybe 40 minutes before Mister Harrington asked to be excused from his mother's unending planning. Then another 10 or 20 before the man concluded that his little girl had slipped out. After that, another 15 to 20 before he either rounded up his wife and boys and demanded they go home with him, or he simply left himself. Rick wasn't certain Lexie's dad would head off right away, but it had appeared to him that the only reason the old man had been there at all was to keep an eye on the wolves surrounding his little lamb. Rick doubted that once he realized that Lexie was no longer there to be watched over, that he would take even one more minute of canned music and cheap fruit punch.

So, Rick figured he had about an hour to get Lexie home, take some shots, flirt, suggest she put on some sexier clothes, suggest she take off those same sexier clothes, then fulfill his dream.



Lexie's house was very impressive, with a very personal flare that she explained was a fusing of her father's technical talents and her mother's artistic ones. To warm her to the idea of posing for the more intimate pictures he thought might get her out of her clothes later, he began taking photos of her down stairs first, on the expansive porch, sitting at the huge tile kitchen table, stretched out in her father's recliner in his library. And all the while, Lexie talked about the house, the furnishings, the family history behind the older possessions, and cute little stories she remembered about what happened here and what happened there.

Rick listened carefully to every word Lexie said; he'd learned early on that the best way to get into a girl's pants was to listen to what was coming out of her mouth. The funny thing was that as she talked -- as he attempted to steer her toward what he thought might be her bedroom as she talked -- he found himself becoming entranced by her, by her words and her manner, even as much so as he was entranced with her face and body. It crept up on him, slowly, this feeling of enjoying Lexie's company as much as the feeling of wanting to enjoy Lexie.

Finally in her bedroom, Lexie continued her tour while Rick continued the picture taking. He loved the fact that his new digital camera would capture over a thousand images -- no having to replace film canisters as with his last unit -- so the action was never paused.

Soon, the tour was over, but the photography continued. Lexie playfully stuck poses for Rick, and Rick in return gave her commands, telling her to turn or spin or pout. They were having fun, laughing and flirting. Rick felt things were going well; his mind was back on the topic of having Lexie.

He lowered the camera and stared at her for a long moment.

Lexie cocked her head and asked with a wary smile, "What...?"

Rick smiled. "Well ... I was just thinking. I like the bridesmaid dress and all, but ... I was thinking maybe you might want to put something else on ... something ... you know ... sexy."

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie thought as Rick suggested her house. Well, this was almost too easy. The would have an hour or so for sure. She had only had one lover in her life, David. But she was leaving David for Brown University soon, so this would exactly be cheating. Would it?

Lexie flipped her hair back and smiled over at Rick. Well, it’s not as if anything is going to happen … for sure. She would just let it go and see what came up. Well, now that was a wicked thought.
When Rick suggested something sexier, Lexie smiled. “So you want to see sexy Lexie,” she almost giggled. “Let’s see what I have available. You wait in the den and I’ll be right back. Lexie showed

Rick where she meant. She was gone longer than she had planned, but shen she came back, she was wearing a ragged edged jeans skirt that barely covered her panties and a brown top that looked like it would ride up her breasts if she breathed wrong. He noticed that at some point, Lexie had pierced her navel.

She rocked her hips as she entered the den. “So does this work for you, Rick?” She asked with an innocent little grin.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Tight jeans, and a spaghetti-strapped blouse ... A short skirt and a button up, barely buttoned up ... a second-skin dancing dress, like the bridesmaid one she was shedding, only tighter and shorter in the hem.

The thoughts of what was sexy to Rick danced around in his head -- and make his penis dance around in his slacks. He checked the door to ensure she wasn't near, then shoved a hand down his pants to more comfortably position his dick within his tightie-whities. Then he waited anxiously, looking about the room, composing the shots he wanted to take, arranging them in his head in such a way that -- what ever she emerged dressed in -- he could slowly talk her into unbuttoning a button here, pushing up a hem there ...

When she emerged, he just about fainted, mumbling to himself, Oh ... my ... my ..."

She wore an unbelievably tight, brown tee that Rick was sure had to have been left behind after a sleep over by one of Lexie's less bosomy friends. It fit, as he'd fantasized, like a second skin, with the lower hem reaching to her rib cage a bare inch or two below her breasts; her nipples, seemingly the size of a Peanut M&M, seem to be pressed with all their might to get out for air.

Her belly button sparkled with a dangling chain of four progressively smaller diamonds which, from Rick's limited experience with purchasing jewelry for women, he could only assume amounted to a total of seven or eight total carats, a valuable piece of jewelry for a valuable example of womanhood.

Below that, she wore a low rise jean skirt, fashionable ripped and bleached, with little tangles of loose threads dangling about, each screaming for Rick to look its way.

“So does this work for you, Rick?” Lexie asked with an innocent little grin. She swirled, presenting her back side for a brief moment; then when she saw that Rick's eyes had widened even more, she turned away, giving him a long gander at the her ass, the lower curvatures of which were just ever so slightly revealed below the hem of the skirt.

With the reflexes of a cat -- a cat in heat -- Rick quickly pointed the camera from his hip and pressed the shutter button. He laughed, and one after another after another, he began capturing the sexiest pictures of a woman that he'd ever taken.

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie smiled and began to pose, arching her shoulders and twisting her hips. Turning away from him, she would slash a sexy little smile over her shoulder. Honestly, there really wasn't any kind of furniture suitable for posing if you were going for a bedroom shot. But Lexie hadn't wanted to suggest the bedroom initially. It seemed too obvious and just a little slutty. Moving to a window, she looked out on the lawn briefly.

Then she asked, "it's a little warm in here isn't it?" Damping her lips with a quick swipe of her little pink tongue, she added. "Are you hot?"

If he said yes, she would run laughing into the kitchen and when he caught her, say. "Here's some cold water for you Mr. I'm - so - Hot." Of course, when she pulled one ice cube out of the glass before handing it to him, it wouldn't help to cool him down as she ran the cube over her neck and then lower toward her breasts.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

He was beginning to think he'd underestimated his chances with Lexie. She's a fickle little thing, you lucky son of a bitch.

She was posing all about the house for him. One moment, she was doing a Vanna White presentation pose before the kitchen fridge, as if some lucky contestant has just solved the puzzle; and the next, she was striking a sexy slinky pose across the recliner, with her breasts barely concealed within the cropped tee, most of her full, round ass sneaking out from below the short, jean skirt. in the living room that made Rick penis jump about anxiously.

They laughed frequently, flirted even more; Rick's anxious penis was up, then down, then up again -- it was so enjoyably frustrating.

Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore. "I noticed, upstairs ... your bedroom. You know, it's got some really good light ...

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie enjoyed the feeling of power that came with being a beautiful young woman and having the attention of a good looking man. And Rick was very much a man in her opinion, unlike the high school boys she had known in the past. With that thought, Lexie dismissed her current boyfriend. "Accidentally" dropping the ice cube she had been running over her body, Lexie bent over to pick it up, taking her time and stretching just enough so that every bit of her body moved. Turning her head slightly, she smiled at him and then stood up, tossing the cube into the sink.

"Mom gets made if I leave a wet spot," she said and then smiled broadly as he mentioned the bedroom. "You know this is the perfect time in the afternoon for a little ... photography. The light is great." She led him out of the kitchen to her bedroom.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

The up and down of his erection had ceased as soon as she turned him for the stairs; now, he was simply and consistently hard as a frickin' rock. After he'd seen her glance to his groin and attempt -- but fail -- to conceal a smirk, he abandoned his attempt to hide it any more; the constantly pulling back of his hips was beginning to hurt his back.

Their flirtation, her posing, and his pretending to be composing photos -- instead of simply ogling Lexie in the view finder -- went forward. He continued at first with his good light ruse by taking a few pictures of her near the window. And progressively he herds her through the bedroom; to a chair, against her dresser, near the bureau next to her bed. Almost there... al-most there.

And then Lexie surprises him by moving to the bed without his solicitation. She smiles widely and immediately begins posing for him again. My god, I'm gonna explode ... I'm just gonna explode. Who woulda guessed?

As she arches, and twists, and rolls about the bed like a Playboy centerfold shooting a video -- alternating between suggestive smiles and nervous laughs -- he moves ever so closer to the bed until, finally, his knees come up against it. When Lexie rises again to her knees, back arched, her cropped top pulling up and revealing the lower curvatures of her breasts. Rick lowers the camera, looking upon the beauty with his bare eyes.

And when he does -- so obviously ogling Lexie's full, unbridled breasts -- she does nothing to hide herself. She knows. She knows I'm ogling, knows this isn't about photography ... probably always did. She's not stupid, you twit. You're just wasting time; take her!

But ... better safe than denied! He lowers the camera further, then looks down to the skirt. He smiles. "I should arrange the strings ... you know ... for composition.

Lexie only smiles, which Rick takes as more invitation, this one to get closer. He sets the camera upon the bed, then sits on the edge of it, his right knee just slightly pressing against her own. His eyes shift between looking up into her own, and looking down to the fingers of his right hand, as they stretch out the stringing cotton fibers. He lets his fingertips just caress her thigh; he intentionally starts with the strings on the fore of her thigh, then, little by little, moves to the ones dangling before the inside of her right thigh.

He looks up to her again, matches her stare, and thinks -- hopes -- she's as done with this high school toying about as he is. He slips his hand to the inside of her thigh, just above the knee ... and waits for her reaction.

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie can't believe she's actually in the bedroom alone with Rick. He'd been a mild crush of hers when she first got to know him as a freshman in high school. Of course, he had ignored her as far as she could tell. A senior at the time, he had definitely been a big man on campus, compared to her status as glasses wearing, freshman nerdette.

But now she was eighteen years old and about to head off to college herself. So when his hand touched her thigh, she smiled and leaned forward, her lush lips parting for a kiss. He could umm compose himself in a second. They had just begun to make out when she heard,

"Hey Sport, you up there," in the gruff tones of her muscular, though going to pot a bit in the middle, dad. She practically leaped off the bed, her eyes wide with unabashed terror. "Oh shit, oh shit," she said, breaking away from his kisses. "Dad will kill you and I'm not kidding." As she spoke, Rick got to see her strip of the minuscule top she was wearing and pull on a black sweater that covered everything he might want to see.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Rick looks up to Lexie, into those deep brown eyes, and began counting to his move: anything less than three seconds was too pushy, anything more was allowing her to realize this might not be the place and time.

He was relieved to have barely made it to two before she leaned closer to him, bringing her face closer to his. He matched her move, lifting his face toward hers; he watched her part her lips, wet them, just as they met in an opened mouth kiss that made his dick jump in his pants, sending a shiver up his spine and out his arms.

The kiss was deep, passionate; their tongues played with one another as their lips parted and closed in hunger. My god, I never imagined. From little Lexie.

Lexie ran her hands up Rick's arms, his shoulders, to take his head into them, controlling the kiss. That was fine with him; he had a match for her aggressiveness.

He raised his left hand to her hip, laid it there for a moment, then with each new evolution of the unbelievable kiss, he raised it a bit more ... to the beltline of her jean skirt ... to the bare skin of her waist ... to her rib cage. He kept his hand back far enough to not appear about to grope her breast, but far enough forward so that if she wanted him to, she had position to make it appear allowable.

With his right hand, he gripped the inside of her thigh a bit tighter, then raised it slowly as well ... to mid thigh ... 'til the tangles of her skirt rested about his wrist ... til he was beginning to push upward on the hem.

Lexie's response was only to intensify her hold upon his head, her control over the kiss ... to pull their upper bodies firmly together; the warm skin of her nearly exposed right breast pushed against Rick's neck, and her hips shifted to press her thigh harder into his grasping hand.

She wants this as badly as I do. Yes ... maybe more. It was time to make a bold move. Rick wrapped his arm around to the small of her back, to keep her pressed closely, just in case he did go to far. He wanted to have total control of her for at least a few seconds; he didn't want the good girl flight side of her suddenly screaming out too fast before the bad girl stay and fight portion of her screamed out yes, do it.

He turned his right hand, fingers upward, intending to grope at her panties -- and found instead her exposed pussy, wet, warm, and -- he hoped -- inviting him inside.

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie was lost in the fantasy of Rick actually coming on to her. It was a fantasy that dated back to high school and she wasn't so much seeing Rick as a real person, but as the kind of good looking guy who had ignored her before she blossomed into the Sexy Lexy of today. Her breath came a little quick as she felt his lips on hers.

Nerves began firing off tiny erotic explosions and she slowly became aware that there was a hand sliding up her skirt, moving under her panties. Without conscious thought her thighs parted and she moved one of his hands to her breasts. "Oh God, yes,' she moaned.

This was definitely not the sort of time a girl want's to hear Daddy's voice and his heavy stepped tread coming up the stairs.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Rick pushed the cropped tee upwards to expose the remainder of her already partially expose breast and leaned in to take her pert nipple into his mouth, immediately sucking in with force into his mouth. Lexie drew a deep, moaning breath, clasping his head tighter yet to her.

Under the shirt, he slipped his fingers between swollen, wet lips and pressed his thumb against her clitoris and immediately set about to waggling it to and fro.

"Oh God, yes," Lexie moaned, tossing her head back as he sucked and groped at her breast, fondled and flicked at her pussy.

His dick was throbbing and wanted to be let loose, but he was so enjoying stimulating her so that he convince himself to wait. Just wait! Lexie was beginning to writhe at the touch between her thighs, and Rick -- whose ego was always boosted at an early, quick orgasm from his lover -- wanted eagerly to see if he could make her cum, right here, still on her knees, towering over him.

And then, just as her soft moans were heightening and slowly turning toward the cries he hoped would signal imminent orgasm ...

"Hey Sport, you up there?"

Lexie practically leaped off the bed, two bounds later standing next to the bed, her eyes wide with absolute horror. "Oh shit, oh shit."

Rick sprung up, and looked quickly for a back way out. He had totally lost track of time, lost in the thought of having Lexie, totally disregarding his carefully calculated game time from back at the reception hall.

"Dad will kill you and I'm not kidding." she warned him, even as she was stripping the tee off, fully exposing herself, and snatching up, then donning a heavy black sweater that covered all of the exposed flesh from her neck to skirt.

He could hear the man coming up the stairs and, remembering the basic lay of the second floor balcony knew they were screwed.

Rick was at a total loss. He'd screwed up. A player doesn't do this shit, leave himself in a compromising situation with no way out. He'd been in situations like this before: at a girl's parents house, with a friend's lover, in a public forum; but he always, always, had a back up plan for escaping the hazards.

And then he saw the big box of Skittles on her desk and remembered the last time he got caught in a girl's bedroom, that time with M&Ms, and that time by her mother. He snatched up the box, and spun to look at Lexie. She had her back to him, with her skirt pulled up, totally exposing her ass and swollen genitalia as she hurriedly slipped a pair of not-even-close-to-matching stretchy shorts up her thighs. Oh, god! I was so close!

She spun quickly back to him, again dressed suitably for having a male friend in her bedroom -- well, in the house; in the bedroom was going to be a stretch.

"Lexie, Hon'? Her father was close, likely at the top of the stairs by now.

"Tell him you're in your room," Rick whispered in a growl.

Lexie shook her head, panicked.

Rick nodded at her firmly. When she didn't proceed, he quickly called out, "Back here, Mister Harrington."

Lexie's mouth dropped open and her face went whiter than it already was.

Rick pointed to the bed, waggling his finger at it as he jumped on to it and dumped the skittles in the middle, barely missing the slight wet spot where he pushed himself to a stand with his Lexie-lubed hand. "Sit! Sit!

"Are you crazy?"

Her father's footsteps neared, faster after hearing a man's voice coming from the room.

Rick rounded the brightly colored candies into a pile in the middle, then feigned a loud laugh, calling out loudly, "You lose again." He jabbed a finger at the bed again and growled to Lexie, "Sit!"

"Sweetheart...?" he father's voice asked from just steps away.

Lexie leaped to the bed, landing as far away from Rick as she could and sending Skittles bouncing high about the bedding. She followed Rick's lead and called out, "In my bedroom, Daddy."

"Ha! I win again," Rick called again, and shoved his hands out before him, one in a fist, atop the other, laid out palm up. He opened his eyes wide and glared at her. Lexie, remembering the childhood game, suddenly thrust her own hands out, mirroring his rock selection. Just as her father entered the room, she blurted"Tie! That's a tie! You didn't win, cheater."

"Fine, fine ... again." They both raised their fists to rock off again -- or, actually, for the first time.

"What's going on?"

They both turned to look at the big man standing solidly in the door way ... the only exit, Rick reminded himself, just in case he doesn't buy the shit you're peddling."

"Hi Daddy," Lexie popped off with quickly, "You remember Rick Stevens, don't you."

"Hello, Mister Harrington," Rick greeted, standing to go shake hands with the father of the little girl he'd almost got caught fucking. He stuck his hand out, as Mister Harrington began to, but then halted. Rick looked at his right hand -- the one he'd been slicing through Lexie's pussy with -- and saw the jumble of red of blue that her juices and dissolved from the candy's coating. He pulled it back, embarrassed. "Sorry. I was sweating ... handling the candy ... you know?

"What's going on?" he repeated.

"Rock-paper-scissors ... for skittles." Lexie answered quickly. And then, surprising the crap out of Rick, asked. "Wanna play?" When the man's eyebrows raised a bit, she quickly added, "You remember how. We used to play for who had to taste test all of Mom's new recipes ... back before she took those classes, remember?"

Rick smiled, then squashed it. Are you kidding me? Did I really pull out of my butt a game that they already play as a family. Save!

Mister Harrington looked between the two of them a couple of times, then down to the pile of candies in the bed, then back to the pair again.

He ain't buying it, Rick began telling himself.

And then, the old man simply said, "Rick, I don't mean to be rude, but I need to talk to Lexie about leaving the reception the way she did, so ... maybe another day?"

Rick released a slow sigh of relief, smiled to each of the others, answered, "Of course. Family first. He gave Lexie another big smile, pointed -- with his clean hand -- at the candy pile and said. "We're not done here!" and excused himself as Mister Harrington obligingly stepped out of the doorway.

And that was the closest he ever got to having Alexandra Harrington.

He didn't hear from her that day at all and was afraid to call the house for obvious reasons. Over the next week, he repeatedly drove past her house and stopped in at the shops around the furniture store, even went to the shops that he thought women like her might go into and casually dropped her name in conversation, looking for some kind of news.

Then one day, his mother came in and dropped a small package on the table. "Ricky, I'm so sorry. Your father forgot to give this to you before he took off Tuesday for L.A. I hope it it isn't too important."

The handwriting on the envelope was what he called girlish. He ripped it open anxiously and dumped out a giant bag of skittles and a note. He read it, and screamed bloody murder, scaring the daylights out of his mother clear out on the patio. After apologizing and telling her it was nothing, he looked back to the note, a page ripped out of a Day Planner, with times and locations of every where the Lexie said she could meet him until the day she left for school ... which was yesterday.

 

[atenai]

Andrea Levins was quickly losing interest in the party. Everyone her age was already paired off, and while they didn't mind her presence, it was pretty clear that mostly they wanted to slow dance with their significant others (if they were timid) or find a corner and make out while their parents' backs were turned or even while their parents were looking on (for the bold). It was not Andy's idea of fun. None of the guys were single, except maybe Rick, the host's son. But she was too shy to just go over and talk to him, he was older than she by several years.

And then she saw Lexie Harrington, who was the year ahead of her at Brown. They'd met at the freshman orientation when Andy got lost and had to ask for directions back to Admissions. She'd gotten a chance to ask questions of someone who wasn't working for the university, however, so all in all it was a plus. She'd known Lexie only as a face in the hallway at school, she'd never spoken with her until that day at University. Andy quickly headed for the other girl, who didn't seem to have a boyfriend in tow... for the moment, at least. "Hey, Lexie!" she called out when she was close enough for her voice to carry. "How are you?"

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie's focus on Rick took an abrupt detour when Andrea Levins called out to her. The two had met at Brown. Technically, they were second cousins, but their respective families had never been close. As near as Lexie could figure, Andrea and she might have met once as toddlers at a family reunion fifteen years ago or thereabout.

But it truly was a small world when you came from the set that went to universities like Brown. They had clicked and if Lexie found Andrea to be one of her favorite people in the world. In fact, if Lexie ever decided to explore her own gender, a cute girl-next door like Andrea would be her first choice. It wasn't as if she lusted after Andrea, Lexie told herself. She just recognized a cute girl when she saw her. It was cool to see Andrea here in any case. When their mothers found out Lexie and Andrea had connected almost by happenstance at Brown, it had sparked a reaching out by both families and now they often ended up at the same events.

"Andrea!" Lexie called out with a squeal of delight. She rushed to meet her cousin pulling her into a happy hug, which if it went on just a second too long, no one could reasonably remark on it. When she pulled away, Lexie had a warm glow about her face. "I'm awesome and so thrilled that you're hear. We can have fun now. Look, I know there's a guy you'll want to meet. He's a bit of a girl chaser, but in the sweetest possible way."

Quickly, she looked around and in an attempt to certify her heterosexual credentials, she waved over to Rick. The same Rick of that oh-so embarrassing incident where Lexie went major panting slut only to have her dad walk in on them. She didn't plan to repeat that debacle. Quickly, she pulled Andrea near vowing to keep her nearby. If she hung with Andrea nothing could happen. Could it?

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Rick stared down from the second level into the crowd of guests; he'd lost sight of Lexie once she'd entered the McMansion's front entrance, but he knew that eventually she would have to cut a path below him, and then it was just a matter of which staircase to take to intercept her.

While he waited, his attention was suddenly torn away by another sweet young thing standing in a corner. When it rains, it pours, he thought. Why can't they come at me one at a time?

She was thin and fair skinned and cute as a frickin' button, and looked to be at least 6 years too young for a junior in college to be lusting after, although he knew she had to be of adult age to be invited to one of his parent's summer parties.

Everyone knew about his parents' shindigs. They could at times be as close to a public orgy as was legal and socially acceptable in this particular state and social group. People were always slipping away to dark corners -- even well-lit ones -- or down to the little bungalows near the lake that featured a little occupied flag for those in the know to look for, thus preventing accidental double bookings..

Rick himself had lost his virginity at one of the parties to a woman twice his age, who then fearing exposure -- and jail time -- had bought him the camera that had started him on his photography career. Ironically, the incident had become known to, at least, Rick's parents; he was restricted from the parties until his 18th birthday, and minor children of the adult guests were no longer welcomed.

So the babe below was, at the least, 18 he could be certain. He took a quick look around the floor below to ensure that the woman he had to have this day wasn't eying him before turning back to the new girl to eye her. She wore a green summer dress with a plunging neckline and a high lower hemline. The effect, especially to Rick up above, was to give him a almost-nipple-including view of her smallish, firm breasts and of her long, fit legs, that only served to make her seem even taller and thinner that she was.

There had always been two things that had so very much turned Rick Stevens on: long legs and full breasts. If only he could have the Fresh Meat's long legs and Lexie's wonderful titties all wrapped up one girl, then ...

Oh, shit ... you can't be serious?

Suddenly, his wish was about as close as it could have been as Lexie threw her arms around the new girl and gave her an oh my god it's been too long hug that was so tight they almost became the one body he fantasized of being with.

Unbelievable... They had to know each other, didn't they? Well, so much for that idea.

He just stood there, watching them hug and chat, then search the room for ... him apparently, as Lexie spotted Rick and gave him an excited wave. He smiled and waved -- waved hello to the woman he believed he was destined to have, as well as waved goodbye to the woman who, for thirty seconds he thought he was going to have next.

He headed for the stairs, descending slowly. He had to; for some reason, he always seemed to have a hard-on when he was preparing to greet Alexandra Harrington. Or ... was this for the girl in green...?

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie bore an air of excitement as she pulled Andrea toward Rick, meeting him half way. They had unfinished business. What exactly that business entailed and where it might end, she didn't know. But she was now armed with a friendly wingman to provide a little cover. "Andrea," she said. "This is Rick, we knew each other vaguely in high school." Giggling, she added, "He plays a mean game of Rock Paper Scissors." She cast a pink faced glance at Rick as she remembered the exact nature of that game.

Her father had not been entirely comfortable with the scene he had discovered. But deciding that he didn't want to delve too deeply into the affair, he had simply warned Lexie that sometimes, even nice boys could get the wrong idea and in the future it might be better not to invite a boy up to her room. Lexie had found it difficult to betray the fact that Rick, nice boy that he might be, had definitely not gotten the wrong idea of what she expected when she invited him up to her room. Just the thought of his hand teasing its way toward her panties, even a year later was enough to make her want to squeeze her thighs together to stop the flood of dampness brought by that memory.

Leaving old memories aside, she smiled. "Rick, this is Andrea. We go to Brown together, but she's also my second cousin." Giving Andrea a squeeze with an arm that had casually slipped around her waist, she added. "And she's one of my best friends."

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

"Rick, this is Andrea. We go to Brown together, but she's also my second cousin," Lexie informed him, giving Andrea a little hug around her narrow waist. "And she's one of my best friends."

Rick gave Andrea a polite smile and shoved his hand to her. "Very nice to meet you, Andea," were the words that came out of his mouth at the very same time that his brain was thinking, Great, which means there ain't a chance in hell that I will EITHER get Lexie alone this afternoon NOR get a chance to test your "defenses" either!

They shook hands, and all three launched into an animated conversation about college and the soon-to-be ended summer and the tall tales they'd all been hearing about that guy or that gal ...

And all the while, Rick was using his expertly honed skill of inconspicuous ogling to check out both of the beauties before him without -- he hoped, yet was often wrong later -- looking like a just another lecherous male.

Lexie had only improved over the past year, as if that had been humanly possible. She had become more sophisticated in her look and manner both; become even more of a woman. That worried Rick a bit as they talked and laughed; is she too much of a woman now to fall again to my charms? He had to smile inside; he wasn't really even sure whether it had been his charm or simply her lust that day in her bedroom that had nearly led to a father-induced early withdrawal.

And Andrea was only making things worse. As he fought the fears that Lexie might be too much woman to want him, might no longer want to be hisnext lover -- that the last year had put up a wall that he would, in no way, ever get around, over, or under -- Andrea's innocence, or at least his desire for her to be innocent, and his desperate need to take that innocence, was only aggravating the situation. I want Andrea! I want Lexie! I want it all!

Before he realized he was saying it, Rick suggested, "I have the keys ... the only keys ... to one of the bungalows my father built for the weekend guests. There's beer, and wine, and music ..." He gestures about to the crowd and grimaced, trying to lay his reasoning solely on the need for a quiet place to talk, not an isolated, private place to get his thoughts together -- and his plan into action -- and finished, "... and we can get away from all of this."

His hope was simple: the still flirtatious, still hungry for him Lexie would want to finish their little game from a year earlier and, somehow, separate the two of them from what she would consider a tag-along nuisance named Andrea; or the more mature Lexie would see through his scheme, dismiss it with some polite comment, find the need to make conversation with someone else in the party, and leave him with the younger, hopefully more vulnerable and easier impressed -- and easily conquered -- Andrea, whose demeanor during the conversation had seemed to indicate an obvious attraction to the older college man.

Hope, he said to himself. We all need hope...

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie's eyes lit up when Rick mentioned the keys. "God those Bungalows are great. They were built in the 1940s and show up in the magazines every now and then." She was looking at Andrea as she explained some of the history of this place. "The architect was a big wheel around then." The point of her little story, became clear when she explained to Andrea. "You've got to see these, they're so cute."

Giving a sly glance at Rick, she asked. "So no chance of parents stepping in? Any chance of making some strawberry daqueries or margaritas? I like the sweeter drinks." Laughing, she added, "So do you know any fun drinking games? Not that I didn't like Rock Paper Scissors, but it's a bit childish. I'd love a game that's a bit more ... grownup."

As Lexie spoke, the three were heading toward the area of the bungalow.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Rick had forgotten the history of the bungalows, just as much as he'd failed to realized that Lexie -- daughter of one of the community's leading furniture manufacturers -- would know anything about them. As he listened to her explain the little lake side cabins, though, he quickly began to believe that her excitement for seeing the buildings went beyond just an interest in historical architecture. Her interest, it was appearing like, was simply to be inside one, alone, with Rick.

And then ... pop, goes the bubble. "You've got to see these, they're so cute," she said to Andrea.

He looked away quickly, afraid she would see the disappointing look upon his face. He gave a little wave and a nod to no one in particular, drew and released a frustrated breath, widened his lips in a pleased smile, and looked back to the pair.

Lexie was giving him a sly look. "So no chance of parents stepping in?" He held up the keys; the only keys. "Any chance of making some strawberry daiquiri or margaritas? I like the sweeter drinks."

Rick caught sight of a passing waitress and gave her a polite wave to come to him.

"So do you know any fun drinking games?" Lexie went on behind him, presumably to Andrea, since he was pretty sure that she knew that he knew all of the good drinking games.

He slipped the waitress a twenty and gave her a list of ingredients to hustle down to the bungalow they'd be heading for. And just to be sure he didn't spend the night alone -- this thing with Lexie and/or Andrea was still making his head spin -- he wrapped another pair of twenties around his personal contact card and, inconspicuously, pressed it into one of her empty palms with a very suggestively whispered, "I live here, by the way."

"Not that I didn't like Rock Paper Scissors--" Rick's head spun back to her quickly at the mention of games of old. She was looking him directly in the eye with a definite smirk upon her lips. "--but it's a bit childish. I'd love a game that's a bit more ... grownup."

Grown up? You want grown up ... I'll give you--

And suddenly ...

Lexie is inviting me and another chick to a private setting with booze and talking about playing grown up games...?

And, down south, hope began to spring forth once more.

 

[atenai]

Andrea's head was spinning. First her cousin is greeting her like she was the last person on earth, and then pulling her over to the cute son of their hosts... "Yes, a pleasure to meet you too," she managed to stammer at the appropriate place, retreating into the fall of curls that was her hair. She let Lexie take the lead with the conversation, just enjoying the fact that these two weren't trying to make out in front of her. And then...

"I have the keys ... the only keys ... to one of the bungalows my father built for the weekend guests. There's beer, and wine, and music... and we can get away from all of this." Strike that last thought. Though she did have to say, getting away somewhere quiet was sounding like a really good idea. There was no one else she was interested in seeing, and she'd been thinking about Rick just before Lexie showed up.

"God those Bungalows are great. They were built in the 1940s and show up in the magazines every now and then. The architect was a big wheel around then. You've got to see these, they're so cute." Andy found herself nodding to the girl whose arm was around her waist, getting led away from the party. "So no chance of parents stepping in? Any chance of making some strawberry daqueries or margaritas? I like the sweeter drinks. So do you know any fun drinking games? Not that I didn't like Rock Paper Scissors, but it's a bit childish. I'd love a game that's a bit more ... grownup." Rock-Paper-Scissors? What history did these two have together that she wasn't clued in about? And... grown-up games? What was that? Spin the bottle was a teen game, but that sounded like the drunken fun her cousin was thinking of. What was she getting herself into?

"Um, I'm not much of a drinker, you'll have to show me any games." She didn't mind telling her cousin, but she didn't want to admit to her innocence in front of Rick. "I only turned eighteen two days ago, actually."

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie told herself to slow down as she listened to Rick and Andrea talking. She had been crushing on Rick for so long, but she didn't want to just let him pull her off into a bedroom and just have sex with her. She wanted to get to know him a bit. So she had thought that a game of some sort with company would be a better situation. She smiled at Andrea. "We'll just have fun. You don't need to drink if you don't want to, but this is a pretty safe environment to experiment. We'll just make sure we make any drinks heavy on the strawberry and light on the rum." As she spoke the three had begun to walk downhill slowly toward the bungalows. She wasn't quite sure whether Rick or she had first started them walking, but she was definitely in agreement.

She hoped that Andrea was cool. Her cousin was awesome and they had got along well at college, but she did want to have some fun here. Turning to Andrea, she said with a laugh. "Maybe we can make up our own game. That way we'll all be playing on a level field." Turning over to Rick and then looking back at Andra, she added. "Well maybe not quite a level playing field, we've both got a few more curves than Rick." A brief thought flashed by of her playing on Andrea's curves or Rick's flat muscled pecs causing her to blush, she turned the conversation to a safe subject. "We need to celebrate your birthday somehow, you're all grown up now."