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“2 of a kind!”

Roxy sticks her tongue out at me over her cards, and I stare at mine in disgust. I’m losing my last (well, only) piece of clothing to that? In my defense, I’ve never been much of a poker player, and it’s not like this is the easiest environment to concentrate on my cards.

What’s so difficult about it? I’m sitting in my boxers across from my roommate Alex, who is doing only slightly better than I am, as he still has his pants on. Next to him is his… girlfriend? FWB? Anyway, Lisa. Gorgeous, but at least clothed, unlike her friend to my left, Rosy. Rosy is topless and quite nonchalant about it. I try not to stare, but I mean, I’m 18, right? To my right are Roxy and Ruth. Roxy, she who just officially made me nude, is still wearing her black mini-dress. Ruth is down to a tube top and a thong. The music is playing, we’re all drinking, and yeah, my mind is not much concentrated on my cards.

And, not to brag, but I just got laid like 20 minutes ago. Also, this will be the second time I’m naked in front of this crowd tonight. Let’s be real, what’s one more time?

“You’ve wasted enough time,” says Rosy, tapping a non-existent watch on her wrist.

“You’re right,” I say, and lift up from my seat just enough to remove my boxers. I slide them off my legs and toss them across the room.

“Happy now?” I say, and in response receive a chorus of boos from the girls seated around the table.

“I’m good with the way that turned out,” Alex says. Lisa scoffs. “You mean to tell me you guys don’t just hang out in your dorm naked all day?”

“We try to keep it to the weekends,” he says. He reaches for her leg beneath the table, and Lisa winks at him. Ruth ducks her head under the table then pops back up, giggling.

“I have confirmed, he is naked.” She says. Rosy rolls her eyes and Roxy slaps her on the shoulder. “Hey!” Ruth says, rubbing the skin Roxy slapped. “Just because you got to know it so well doesn’t mean I don’t want my own look.”

Yes, astute reader, Roxy is the one I had sex with.

“So I’m out,” I say. “You guys gonna keep going?”

“We are,” says Lisa. “This game isn’t over yet.”

“Oooooh,” says Ruth, waving her hands in the air. “Lisa’s got her game face on.”

“In all seriousness,” says Rosy, “No one will be allowed to leave this table until she wins. And if she loses, she’ll just pout the rest of the night.”

“Fuck you,” says Lisa, shuffling the cards. “Why would we start something we’re not gonna finish?”

Everyone settles for a moment as Lisa deals the cards. Roxy and Rosy are on their phones. Alex is watching Lisa’s hands. I feel two fingers on my right knee. I glance at Ruth, who is looking at Lisa as well. Her eyes shift to me for a moment, then away again. The fingers run up my thigh as far as they can without Ruth needing to readjust. When they reach their highpoint, they walk back down my thigh and massage it about halfway between my knee and hip. When the cards are dealt, Ruth gives my leg a brief squeeze then pulls away.

The way we’re playing, losing three hands means a piece of clothing comes off. It resets after you take it off. You can fold once per piece, any more and it counts as a loss. Rosy is currently sitting at two hands, the rest at one.

And then there’s me, naked, drinking and now free to enjoy the lovely scene around me. The hand goes by quickly. Ruth lets me peek at her cards, and I am definitely able to concentrate on them and not the bountiful cleavage she’s also showing. I tell her she has a chance (she probably doesn’t, and knows it), and she scrunches up her face at me before flicking me off, the view of her hand blocked from the rest by the table. I grab her actual hand and put it back on my thigh. She giggles, squeezes my leg, then returns her focus to the game.

To my chagrin, Rosy wins the hand. She’s wearing nothing but a skirt, and I am extremely interested to see if there’s anything underneath it. I gaze at her while she’s on my mind, and Rosy meets my eye and raises one eyebrow. I grin in return. Roxy gathers the cards and begins to shuffle.

I feel a foot on my calf, rubbing it in a slow and methodical fashion. The foot, to my surprise, is coming from my left, meaning Rosy, seemingly absorbed in her phone, is the culprit. I strike up small talk with Alex, trying to play it cool while her foot moves with purpose up my leg. I keep the conversation up, and Rosy’s foot wanders past my knee and up my thigh. The bottom of her foot travels over the top of my leg, her toes kneading my inner thigh. What with all the visual and physical stimulation of the past half-hour, I begin to respond. I feel myself growing, and as Rosy’s foot inches closer to my groin her toes graze the tip of my penis. I keep up my conversation with Alex, forcing myself to not react. Out of the corner of my eye I see Rosy grinning down at her phone. She strokes the top of my shaft with her toes, then pulls her foot away.

Roxy deals the cards, and Alex stops talking çankaya escort to concentrate. Now with two losses, he’s a bad hand away from being in nothing but his boxers. With Lisa at his side, however, I struggle to see how this would be a problem. Play continues, and again I feel Ruth’s hand on my right thigh. I had leaned back in my chair, enjoying my current low-stress situation, and her unexpected touch startles me. All of me.

My leg jerks at her touch, as does my member. Ruth covers her smile with her cards as my shaft comes into contact with her fingers. Extending them, she wraps her fingers around so that the pads of her fingers are just touching me, and starts to stroke me under the table.

Her motions are small, only her wrist moving to keep her arm stable and her actions unknown to the rest of the group. I’m trying to stay relaxed, but I now have a full erection and Ruth’s soft touch is perfection. The current hand ends, Alex winning it with three queens. He raises his arms and cheers, and I salute him with my glass from across the table. Lisa throws her cards on the table.

“Fuck!” She cries, slamming her hands on the table and pushing herself up. Roxy and Rosy follow her lead, and I remember that it was each their third hand. Ruth stops stroking me, but her grip tightens on my shaft.

Roxy starts, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling the material up over her taught body, shimmying her way out of the tight material. She succeeds in pulling it over head and holds her hands out to present herself. She is clad in only a thong, and I drink in the body I had become so well-acquainted with earlier in the night. Roxy smooths her ruffled hair and sits back down, taking a long drink from her glass.

Lisa goes next. Her hands move to her top and my heart leaps, but then she changes her mind and she unbuttons her jeans. They are almost painted on, and for the benefit of the table (but clearly mostly for Alex), she turns around before she begins to pull them down. Her friends whistle and applaud, and Ruth pulls her hand away from me to clap. I join in, because what else am I supposed to do? Lisa pulls her jeans down, her hips swaying to either side as she works the denim down over a sculpted ass clad in a tight black G-string. Alex whistles, and she looks back at him with a wink. She bends over completely to remove the pants, and I am treated to a full view of her splendid ass and barely-covered pussy.

Alex is a lucky man. Lisa straightens, kicks the jeans off her left foot, then sits in Alex’s lap, her outfit not far off of Ruth’s. Alex wraps both arms around her and kisses her cheek. Lisa turns and pulls him in for a full kiss, and they take their time with each other. Rosy, still standing, rolls her eyes and unzips the side of her skirt. Now, her hips are narrow and she is a slim girl, but her ass pops out of nowhere. She struggles with it for only a second, then lets the material fall to the ground so she is standing in front of us wearing only a light blue thong. Roxy and Ruth clap, the noise breaking Lisa and Alex’s reverie enough for them to break their kiss and join in the applause. Rosy moves to curtsy, but instead spins to the side and slaps her ass. I greatly appreciate this move, because she spun so her ass faced me, and I got a front-row seat to her hand coming in contact with the taut flesh. It really was near perfect, this ass belonging to Rosy, round and supple with flawless skin.

After the cheering dies down, Rosy says, “I’m getting another drink, anyone want anything?”

Everyone wants something, so I offer to help her out. First she leans across the table to gather cups, then she walks away from me, near nude, near perfect. Neither of these images help my current condition, so I grab my boxers from the floor to cover myself as I stand. The girls at the table boo.

“Thank bro,” Alex says as I walk past.

I go into the small kitchen, Rosy is at the counter facing away from me. I walk up next to her, try to keep a respectful distance.

“What can I do?” I ask. She glances at me, bites her lip.

“Would it be too much if I asked for your fingers in my pussy?” She asks. I stare at her, mouth agape. “I’m horny as fuck, and if you can hit my G-spot I’ll get off in about 10 seconds. I’d do it myself, but it’s always more fun with someone else, isn’t it?” She glances past me, looking at the others. “Make it quick and they’ll never know.” With the music playing she doesn’t even need to whisper.

She bites her lower lip as she finishes speaking, as if I need any further encouragement. I slide behind her, dropping my boxers and nestling myself right into her ass. Rosy moans, keeping her voice soft, and grabs my hand as it travels around her hip. Pulling her panties aside with her free hand, she guides my fingers into her slit and I slip two of them inside. She’s tight, hot, and soaking wet. Her body trembles and her torso leans forward as she grinds her ass against me. I curl my middle finger ankara rus escort up, probing for my target, and find the small patch of rougher skin inside her.

Rosy claps one hand over her mouth as my finger works, and she moans into her cupped fingers. My free hand grabs one of her breasts, then I roll the taught nipple between two fingers. She goes rigid, her feet braced against the bottom of the cabinet in front of her and her shoulders pressing against me as her hips buck against my palm. I feel a small amount of fluid run down my fingers, and my member slips down and rubs against her outer lips.

Rosy rides out her orgasm, then collapses against me. She nestles her face against my neck and gives it a kiss before squeezing her legs around my shaft and performing a wiggling little dance. I moan into her ear and she nips my neck.

“Soon,” she says. “Trust me.” I groan in protest but let her go, slipping my fingers out of her before stepping away. Rosy takes a moment to settle, then proceeds to throw some drinks together. I am content to watch her work and try to ignore the raging hard on I have as I stand naked in her kitchen. I glance behind me, and see everyone is ignoring us. She finishes her tasks, then reaches up and pulls a bottle of tequila out of another cabinet.

“Time to take this up another level,” Rosy says with a wink. She looks down at my crotch with a concerned frown. “Even after Roxy, huh?”

“How could I not after being up against you like that, having my fingers inside you?” Rosy grins, I continue. “You’re ridiculously sexy.”

She steps over to me and gives me a peck on the lips. Then she bends down (!!!)… picks up my boxers, and drops them on my shaft so that they’re hanging off it. She giggles and turns back to the drinks, picking up four of them.

“Can you grab the last two and the tequila?” She asks, and I do as she requests. No one asks what went on in the kitchen so we seem to be in the clear, but Ruth takes in the boxers hanging off me with a raised eyebrow. I meet her when she looks up and we both grin. As we do, Alex calls the hand. Rosy and I distribute drinks as Lisa declares herself the winner, showing off a full house before flicking off the table. We laugh, then everyone turns to Ruth with an expectant eye. She sighs, rolls her eyes with a melodramatic flair, and pushes her chair back from the table.

“Time to join the cool kids club,” says Ruth, and pulls her tube top over her head in one smooth motion. Once it’s off she squeezes her breasts together, reminiscent of what she did for me earlier, and gets cheers and applause from everyone at the table.

For those of you keeping score at home, that is now three beautiful topless women, leaving only one with a shirt still on. Lisa, this last holdout, scans the room with a judgmental eye, her thoughts hidden from the rest of us.

“Fuck it,” she says. She picks up her drink and takes a large gulp. “Alex, you ready to go up?” She looks at him with a gaze that asked the question in and of itself. He grins and tosses down his cards. “Of course.”

“Hey!” Roxy cries. “What about finishing what you started?”

“We’re definitely going to do that,” Lisa says with a smile, and it’s hard not to watch her thong-framed ass walk away as she leads Alex to the stairs by one hand. He glances back at me, I give him a wink, and he grins.

“Well,” Rosy says with a sigh, “they’re gone the rest of the night.”

“Perfect time for the tequila then!” Ruth says, taking a sip of her drink before reaching for the bottle. Rosy messes with her phone, and the volume of the music goes up. “We’re gonna need it, with the way those two go at it.”

Roxy moves so that she is sitting directly across from me, leaving Ruth alone on my right and Rosy on my left.

“So… what do we play now, spin the bottle?” I ask. The girls look at each other, and burst out laughing.

“You’ve got three topless women sitting around a table with you, and that’s the best you’ve got?” Roxy challenges.

“Ha… no.” I respond.

“Clever,” says Rosy. She snaps her fingers. “Forgot shot glasses. One sec.” She stands up, I watch her leave. Give Roxy and Ruth a sheepish grin when I look back to both of them staring at me.

“No worries,” says Roxy. “We all know she has a great ass. Personally, I think it’s between her and Ruth.”

“You’re too kind babe,” says Ruth, wiping away a tear. “But I have to work at it. Rosy is all natural.”

“The girl was definitely born with that ass,” says Roxy, “but nothing wrong with an ass you work for. And you know I love yours.” Ruth gives her a wink, Roxy blows her a kiss. I’m about to delve deeper into this when Rosy struts back in with the shot glasses.

“Hey, kiss and tell Roxy, how was this guy?” Rosy asks. Roxy blushes a bit, but answers the question. “Pretty damned good. Good tongue, nice cock. Knows how to use them both.”

“Pretty good fingers too,” says Rosy, grinning. Ruth slaps ankara yabancı escort the table. “I knew it. You took just too long in there to make me suspicious. Shit, am I the only one here who hasn’t had a piece yet? And I was the first one to agree to this thing!”

I open my mouth to answer a question, but Roxy interjects. “Look at us, I think you’re going in the right direction. And it’s not like you’ve been keeping your hands to yourself.” She rolls her eyes at Ruth’s feigned confusion. “I was sitting right next to you, and believe me, you’re not that subtle.” They stare a each other for a moment, then laugh.

I am semi-confused at the moment as I know there is more to the story than I know, but I can’t lie and say I’m not enjoying myself. Three beautiful women wearing nothing but their underwear, one that already had sex with me, one whom I helped orgasm and another who’s flirted with me the entire night. This is what the college experience sounded like in my dreams, but it was one that I never thought would come true. So hey, why not push my luck?

“So… Roxy made it sound like there might be some confusion on which one of you has the best butt,” I say. “If this is a question you want answered, I offer my services as an impartial party.”

“Impartial?” Ruth says. “Roxy already fucked you and Rosy got some piece of you in kitchen. Sounds like bias to me.”

“But he probably still wants to get in your pants, so it may all even out,” says Roxy.

“You want us to line up in front of you with our asses on full display just so you can pick out your favorite?” Rosy sounds unimpressed.

“Isn’t this how the Trojan War started?” Ruth interjects. Rosy ignores her. “What’ll you do?” She asks me.

“I don’t know, feel like I already did my part in the kitchen.” I respond.

“Definitely did upstairs,” says Roxy. I thank her and Rosy’s cheeks turn red.

“Alright big guy, I’m down to give you what you want but I want you to prove just how game you really are.” Rosy slides two shot glasses towards me. “Two shots of tequila and you’ll get your show.”

I scoff and grab the other two shot glasses. “If you’re gonna call me out like that, I’ll go ahead and do four,” I say. Roxy and Ruth laugh and clap at my proclamation. I line the glasses up in front of me and fill each to the brim.

Now, I consider myself a fairly lucky man (see: a job I like, my current situation with these topless beauties), but I must say I am not a smart one. If I was, I would have thought about the amount I had already drank, and not put myself on the hook for double the amount of tequila. If I was smart, I would have spaced them out just a tad. However, I did not do these things.

The three girls laugh and disparage me as I line up the shots, and cheer as I throw back each one. Not gonna lie, I have not had a lot of tequila before this, and have never greatly enjoyed it. And those times it was in margaritas or at least cut with lime and salt. These shots were not. Regardless, I knock out the four in about ten seconds and slam the last one back on the table, shaking my head and trying to hold back a coughing fit. The girls laugh and applaud, and I reach for my other drink to try to cut the taste. As it was just vodka with a splash of sprite, it does not help a great deal. Better than nothing though.

“He’s done his part,” says Ruth, standing up with a delightful jiggle. “Girls?”

Rosy and Roxy stand as well, and three line up on the opposite side of the table. It’s a breathtaking sight, the three almost nude and staring at me. I lean forward and prepare for my harsh duty.

“Should we turn around all at once, or one at a time?” Ruth asks.

“All at once,” I say. “We need to keep this fair, right?”

The three glance at each other, then turn more or less as one. Rosy on the left, Roxy on the middle, and Ruth to the right. By God, what a sight. Rosy’s ass pops from her lithe frame, Roxy’s is the smallest by far, but tight as hell and I have fond memories of it from earlier in the night. Ruth’s is pretty damned perfect, proportional for her size and toned. She also has the starkest tan lines, a white square proving her bikini bottoms to be tiny, but nowhere near as tiny as the minute thong she wears now.

This is not an easy task, so I don’t even pretend to do it. I just put my head in one hand and enjoy the view.

“Come on now,” Rosy says, arching her back and jutting her ass out even further. “What’s it gonna be?”

Well, that little maneuver was pretty enticing. Roxy and Ruth, not to be outdone, follow suit. Ruth adds a little wiggle, and Roxy, being in the center, seizes the opportunity to give each of her friends a spank. They shriek and giggle, and I lean back in my chair, amazed at the sight before me.

“This is impossible,” I say, and Rosy glares at me.

“Hurry up, damn it,” she says. I sigh.

“You three are devastating. Each of you are beautiful, and together? It’s mind-boggling. But if I have to choose…” I take my time looking over each once more. Rosy’s deceptively large and firm, Roxy’s petite and tight, Ruth’s suntanned and toned.

“Ruth,” I say. “Ruth takes this one.”

“Yes!” She jumps away from her friends, her arms in the air. “Victory!”

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