STRIP Rock-Paper-Scissors: An SRP Writing Game

[atenai]

Andrea blushed when her cousin did. She wasn't sure she wanted Rick thinking about their curves too much while alone with them... but Lexie was right about one thing, this was a safe place to experiment. The slight tension in her shoulders started to melt away as she walked downhill with her cousin, letting Rick tag along behind... and she blushed again. He had another view of their bodies from behind that she wasn't sure she...

Aww hell. She wasn't sure, she wasn't sure. Give it up already, Andy, she firmly thought to herself. Just go along, it's not like Lexie's going to lead you astray! And Rick was... great scenery. "What kind of game you want to play, Lexie?" she asked. "I don't want something as complicated as poker, that wouldn't be good to drink to. You mentioned Rock Paper Scissors?" She was half hoping she might be able to get in on whatever the joke there had been. And half thinking it might be better if she didn't know.

 

[Lilacs]

Lexie hung on to her cousin's every word. She felt a little protective of her now that she had actually roped her into this strange flirtation she was having with Rick. She vowed to make sure that nothing too outrageous happened. On the other hand, Lexie laughed silently to herself. A girl had to grow up sometimes. When Andrea mentioned Rock Paper Scissors, she mentally groaned to herself. While Rick had some fun with it last time it was a pretty silly game.

"Well," Lexie said. "I would say we could make it a drinking game. But I don't really want to bring you home to yours or even my parents totally bombed." As she was speaking they had reached the first bungalow and Rick was pulling out his keys. "Maybe Rick has an ideas to make the game a little more adult." She cast a flirtatious grin at the only man in their group.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

He let the girls -- hand in hand, sometimes arm in arm -- lead the way down the slope toward the lake, to the bungalows, and all the while his mind was racing wildly. You're gonna fuck them together! Or, you're gonna fuck them both, but separately. Or, you're gonna see them both naked at least ... before one of them cops out, after which you fuck the one left ... then tomorrow, you call and apologize to the other one and suggest a quiet lunch and end up back here to fuck her, too!

He knew that if he was lucky, he might just get them drunk enough that, after Andrea passed out, Lexie would take him to the bungalow's bedroom and finally rock his world. He'd never get Andrea, of course; Lexie wouldn't allow it.

But he was genuinely confused -- and stimulated -- by the fact that Lexie had invited the girl with them to the isolated cabin, then began suggesting adult games. She could have been using her cousin as a time out; the first moment things begin getting hairy, Lexie suggests that she take Andrea back up to the party ... and then she just doesn't come back.

But Rick was confident that tonight, he was going to have Alexandra Harrington -- and the reason was, Alexandra Harrington wanted to have him.

As he followed behind them -- his gaze alternating between Lexie's full, curvy ass and Andrea's tight, skinny one, either of which he would be happy to be bopping his groin against -- another game came to his mind: Uno. In Uno, you had two cards, the reverse and the wild, either of which could be applied to Andrea's presence here. Rick was certain he was going to fuck Lexie tonight; but if she played the Andrea reverse card and left him sitting alone with an empty daiquiri glass ... Then again, she might play the Andrea wild card ... which would ... which would what?

Jesus! I wish I knew what the hell was going on in that girl's mind!



At the bungalow, Lexie just went nuts, dragging her cousin around between the three rooms -- front, bed, and dining/kitchen -- describing all the little details that she'd learned under her father's tutelage. Rick just stood back and watched, amazed at her knowledge.

A knock at the door brought Rick face to face with the waitress. He glanced back over his shoulder, only to see the pair off in the other room. He relieved the waitress of the picnic basket-like box; it was full not only of drink ingredients but a varied assortment of snack foods as well. "That's ... impressive. Thanks."

The waitress glanced past Rick -- which he very much noticed -- before saying with a suggestive smile, "The job of a server ... is to serve."

Rick's eyes widened a bit, which caused the woman -- likely three or four years his senior, and looking mighty fine -- to smile and give a short laugh. Rick looked back to the girls again, then began to speak.

"Don't you think," she began questioning him before he could begin his attempt to hit on her, "that you have enough female companionship already?"

Rick gave her his winning I want you, too smile and informed her, "There's always room for one more."

She looked past him quickly, her attention drawn by the excitement behind Rick, then back a step, out of the light of the bungalow's entrance. "Not for forty bucks, there isn't."

"And you gotta see this, too." Lexie was saying, continuing the tour behind him. Rick stepped out onto the bungalow's porch, again checked the attention level of the girls behind him and called out to the backing server, "So ... if I ... we ... need a fourth later--"

"What is this, Rick, a Bridge tournament?"

He smiled with a sense of pride. "You know who I am?"

"Of course," she said, her distance from him still increasing. "I like to know the name of guys who want to fuck me before I consider whether to do it or not."

Holy shit! was all he could think. She turned finally, and began up the path. Close this! Close this! Don't let her get away before--

"Hey! You know how to play Rock-Paper-Scissors?"

The waitress just laughed as she disappeared into the dark. Fuck! So close. Then he heard a giggle behind him in the bungalow, and remembered: You have booze and two sexy females who want to play ADULT games. Get back in there!

As he turned to return to the bungalow, the server's voice cut through the dark: "My cell phone number's in the basket. In case you need anything more later ... anything at all."

Rick's smile widened as it never had before. Lexie, Andrea, and or the waitress; You're getting laid tonight for sure.



The tour over, and the first round of fruity drinks finished over more conversation about Brown and his continuing photography career, Rick was ready to get to the fun. Lexie had been getting more rambunctious, and even Andrea -- now nearing the bottom of her second Margarita -- was greatly loosening up. They'd played quarters for a while, but that had ended when the last of the quarters they had between them rolled under the fridge and no one really cared enough to go chasing after it.

It was time to get funky. "Okay, new game! Actually, not a new game, but an old game ... for Lexie and I at least. Rock-Paper-Scissors--"

Lexie rolled her eyes and started laughing, and the slightly intoxicated Andrea giggled as well. Rick tried to read the meaning behind Lexie's reaction, but couldn't: either she's been waiting all night for this, or ... that's strike one. And as far as Andrea was concerned, she was just getting drunk, and while Rick liked the idea of having one beautiful intoxicated female in an isolated cabin with him, having her here with her protective cousin was not to his advantage at all. The next drink, you leave the tequila out of; she'll never notice.

Rick pushed on. He was determined, and he had a plan. "Okay, rules ...

Lexie cut in, "Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper--"

"Not those rules," Rick cut in. "The rules about what you have to do if you lose."

Suddenly, Lexie and Andrea both were staring him right in the eyes.

Rick smiled devilishly. He picked up the shot glass he'd been using to measure with and informed them firmly, "If you lose, you have a choice between downing a shot ... or taking off a piece of clothing."

Both girls immediately started laughing, but Rick pressed on. "Now, I know what you're thinking ... hey, settle, settle ...

The girls just kept laughing, although Rick was having a very difficult time deciding whether they were laughing at his outrageous idea -- a you're out of your fucking mind laugh -- or laughing with his very fun-sounding idea, as in sure, I'd love an excuse to take my clothes off for you Rick laugh.

"I know what you're thinking, girls." He elevated the shot glass again, looking between it and the two lovely ladies as he continued. "Why would I take my clothes off, when I can just have a drink instead and get drunk. Well, simple answer: I can surely hold my booze better than either of you--" he gestured to his greater mass, as if reminding them that little girls get drunk faster, then finished, "--and what's to stop me from taking your clothes off of you after you're passed out anyway."

Both Lexie's and Andrea's eyes widened at Rick's last comment. Then he just burst out, laughing, "Oh god, you should see your faces. I wouldn't do that ... maybe!

And then he rolled back into the big 70s bean bag chair and laughed ... and waited ... to see ... what would happen ... next.