Pure Strip Poker

Pure Strip Poker

Chapter 1 The Rules

I was a PK (preacher's kid). If you are not a PK, you may have never

though about what that means. As a PK in a small town, everybody

knows your father. If you do anything, somebody will tell your father

about it. This makes for a very restricted social life. You don't get

invited to very many parties, and girls are reluctant to go out with you.

When I was 10 or 12 years old things were pretty normal. Most of the

kids in the neighborhood treated me as part of the gang. Though we

were too young for girls, there were a few copies of Playboy around

and there even were some mixed sex strip poker games. But in

following years I got progressively left out of those kinds of actives. I

heard whispered mentions of parties and bolder strip poker games at

school, but no one would dare invite me to one of these.

When I went to college, suddenly everything changed. No one knew I

was a PK. No one knew my father. I could do things for the first time

without worrying about word of it getting back to my father. The only

problem was I had no experience with girls. I had never been out on a

real date in high school, and now I finally had the opportunity, I didn't

know what to do. My freshman year I was pretty shy. I met a lot of

girls in class and at dorm parties, but I was really unsure how to ask

them out, much less get them into bed.

I was a virgin, with no prospect for a cure in sight.

I lived in the dorm my freshman year, and my roommate, Marc, had

no problems with girls. By the second month of the school year he had

a regular girl friend, Charlene, and I frequently had to stay out of the

dorm room until after midnight, so Marc and Charlene could use it.

One Friday night Charlene came over with Mary, a girl I had not met

before. They were going out to a club, and asked me if I wanted to

come along. Some band I had never heard of was playing at the club,

and since I had nothing better to do, I agreed to come along.

Mary was an average looking girl, typical of most girls at the

University. She actually had a very pretty smile and a good figure,

but she dressed and fixed her hair in a plain looking way that meant

you could walk past her on the street without noticing her. This was

not a party school. You had to be in the top 12% of your high school

graduating class to get into the university, so most of the students

there had hit the books pretty hard in high school. There were very

few girls that would turn heads on the street, but that was mostly

because, either by choice or out of ignorance, they simply didn't put

the time into perfecting a killer appearance. Quite frankly the guys,

myself included, were a pretty nerdy looking lot too. As I was soon to

find out, however, many of these plain-Jane looking girls, were pretty

fine looking without their clothes.

The four of us spent the evening dancing and listening to the band at

the club. Between sets there was a little time to talk, and I found out

that Mary was from a small town on the other side of the state, and

she was planning to study aerospace engineering. Like most of us, she

was very unsure what she really wanted to do. Her childhood

ambition had always been to be a schoolteacher, probably an

elementary school teacher, but she had slowly realized that

schoolteachers did not make much money. She had always liked math

and science, and by her senior year in high school, she had decided to

apply to engineering school, but now a few months into the school

year she already had doubts about her choice. There were very few

other women in the engineering school. She felt out of place, and had

a hard time relating to the typical engineering students, but she really

did not know what else to do. She was thinking of changing to the

Literature, Science, and Arts (LSA) school and majoring in Physics or

Math, but was unsure what kind of job you could get with one of

those majors.

Around 11 PM, Marc whispered to me that he and Charlene were

heading back to our dorm room, and suggested 12:30 or 1 AM might

be a good time for me to get back. Mary said she would like to stay

and hear the next set by the band, so I said I would stay and see her

back to her dorm latter. Shortly after midnight, Mary and I left the

club, walking back towards her dorm. On a corner we passed an all

night convenience store, which had a magazine rack inside that

prominently displayed copies of Playboy and Penthouse.

"Do you subscribe to Playboy?" Mary asked. "Almost all the guys I

know in the Engineering school do".

"I don't subscribe to Playboy, but I have bought copies at the

newsstand," I confessed. "All guys do, unless they're gay, or

something".

"Have you ever wondered why guys find naked women so interesting,

while women are really not that interested in looking at naked men?

Oh, girls are curious what guys look like, but a naked guy is just not

the turn on that naked women are for men".

"I guess I have never really thought much about that," I replied.

"Look at the strip clubs," Mary continued. "They all show naked

women. There are no male strip clubs anywhere in this state. Oh, I

guess they have them out in LA or someplace like that, but even there,

I bet there are 100 strip clubs showing naked women for every one

club showing naked men."

I wasn't sure what to think of this conversation. My heart was beating

faster, but I had never discussed anything like this with a girl before.

Did it mean that Mary liked me, and this was her way of arousing my

interest? If so, it was working. Was she trying to get me back to her

room? Did she have a roommate? Or was Mary so inexperienced with

boys that she did not realize what signals she was sending out with

this line of conversation?

"Well, I have never been to a strip club," I replied. "I think you have

to be 21 to get in."

"But I bet you have seen naked girls in the flesh? You played strip

poker or something like that in High School, right?"

"Well...errr, yeah," I lied. My head was spinning. I hadn't played strip

poker since I was in 6th grade, and none of the girls in those games had

reached puberty yet, but how had this subject come up. One minute I

was walking this girl I had just met back to her dorm room after a

pleasant non-date evening at a club, talking about school and career

prospects, and suddenly we are talking about strip clubs and now strip

poker.

Was Mary suggesting we go back to her dorm room and play strip

poker? I was beginning to get a bulge in my pants and I was worried

Mary might notice it. While the thought of playing strip poker with

Mary back in her dorm room was intoxicating, little alarm bells were

going off, warning me I was getting in over my head. This all seemed

to be going way too fast. Maybe I should find a graceful way out of

this.

"Did you play strip poker in high school?" I asked, after a short pause,

then hated myself for not changing the subject of conversation.

"No. Not with boys anyway," Mary answered. "I did play strip poker

at Girl Scout Camp once. We all got in a big tent and played. You

could quit anytime you wanted and leave the tent. Even though there

were no boys around, most of the girls chickened out before they got

naked. I was one of only 3 girls who stayed in the game until they got

naked."

"I guess I don't understand," I answered, my mind racing out of

control. "At Boy Scout Camp we never played strip poker. It didn't

make sense to play strip poker without girls. The guys all saw each

other naked every day in the shower. What would be the thrill in

playing strip poker with a bunch of guys you saw naked every day?"

"Well, the girls showers at Girl Scout Camp where not like that,"

Mary continued. "Girls usually don't get naked even with other girls,

but we weren't lesbians. I suppose we mostly were practicing to play

with boys, but my girlfriends and I were always afraid to play with

boys. There is nothing wrong with strip poker. I think it's interesting

to see naked guys, and, while it would be embarrassing to end up

naked in front of guys, it also would be exciting. The problem with

strip poker is what happens after someone gets naked. The guys get

sexually turned on, and thinks get out of control. I would have played

strip poker with boys in high school, if I thought that after some

people were naked, we would all put our clothes back on and go

home. What happened in your strip poker games after people got

naked?"

Now she called my bluff. In the pre-adolescent strip poker games I

played in, we did not really know what to do after we got naked.

Usually, we did just put our clothes back on and go on to some other

game. One time we made a girl take a pee before we would give her

back her clothes, but this was out of anatomical curiosity because we

really wanted to know how a girl took a pee, since she didn't have a

penis, and not a sexual thing. I wasn't going to tell Mary about that, or

she would think I was a sexual pervert, but what could I say.

"Well, actually, most of the time, the girls chickened out and quit

before they got naked," I finally said. I hoped that sounded believable.

"Probably for the same reason I never played with boys in high

school. Do you think it is possible for guys to play strip poker with

girls and after somebody gets stripped, have everyone just put there

clothes back on and leave?"

"Well, I suppose. If everyone clearly understood that was what was

going to happen before the game started," I said. Then I added,

"Why? Are you trying to organize a strip poker game?" I

immediately felt stupid for asking this. What was I thinking?

"Well...not exactly," Mary replied. "But I know some girls who are

trying to organize one, and I was thinking of playing in it."

Now things were clearer. Mary wasn't inviting me back to her dorm

room for a hot game of strip poker. She was feeling me out for this

game that these other girls were trying to organize.

"Only couples will be allowed to play in this game," Mary continued,

"so I need to find a guy I trust to behave himself at the game and not

rape me afterwards, if I want to play."

This is why Mary had lead the conversation to strip poker. She was

looking for a safe partner for this upcoming game, and she was asking

me, I guess. "So you are asking me to be your partner for this game?"

"Uh...yeah, something like that," Mary flushed a little embarrassed by

my direct statement of her forwardness.

At this point the two of us were a few steps from the front lobby of

her dorm, and Mary stopped and faced me, obviously afraid to invite

me into her dorm. I was trying to think what I should say. I found the

idea of playing strip poker with Mary and some number of other girls

very exciting, even if at the end we just all put our clothes back on and

went our separate ways, but danger signals seem to be blinking all

over the place. Was this some kind of a trap? Would the girls rig the

poker game somehow so that only guys got stripped? Would there be

a secret camera some place to record my embarrassment for latter

blackmail purposes? All these thoughts flew through my head, as I

stood outside Mary's dorm looking into her face, and trying not to

stare down at the bulges pushing out the front of her T-shirt.

"I might be interested," I finally said. "How exactly were these girls

planning to play this game? What rules were they going to use?"

"Sharon and Kristen have thought a lot about that. They have been

trying to come up with a set of rules that make strip poker more

interesting than just taking turns removing items of your clothes. They

have written up a set of rules for the first game. I can get it for you to

look at and make up your mind. I'll give you my phone number, and

you can call me tomorrow after the game, and we can meet someplace

where I can show you the written rules."

Mary opened her purse, got out a card from some restaurant, and

wrote her name and number on the back of it and handed it to me.

"One last thing," Mary said. "Don't tell anyone about this game.

Sharon and Kristen don't want a lot of strange people showing up.

Only the people actually playing in the game are suppose to know

about it. Promise?"

"Uh... yeah," I replied, while staring down at the card she had just

handed me. Mary leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek,

then turned quickly and in four steps vanished into the dorm.

I slowly turned and started back towards my dorm. What would Mary

look like without clothes? Who were Sharon and Kristen, the girls

who were trying to organize this game? Were they also female

engineering students? Actually writing down the rules to strip poker

seemed a very nerdy think that an engineer might do.

As I neared my own dorm, a new, frightening thought occurred to me.

What about Marc and Charlene? Charlene obviously knew Mary.

Were Marc and Charlene going to be part of this game? It was one

thing to end up naked in front some strange girls you might never see

again, but in front of your roommates girlfriend. That was different.

Should I ask Marc about this tomorrow? Mary had said not to tell

anyone about the game, so I better not asked Marc. He would

probably just laugh at me anyway. Why would someone who was

sleeping with Charlene two or three times a week want to play in a

strip poker game anyway?

When I got back to the room, Marc was gone. Either he was walking

Charlene back to her dorm, or they had gone out somewhere late. I

took a shower, and got into bed, I lay there turning everything over in

my head. It just seemed too good to be true, which usually meant it

was not true.

I never heard Marc come back that night, but he was there, still

sleeping, when I woke up the next morning. I had slept past breakfast,

as I usually do on Saturday. I got dressed and grabbed a book to do a

little studying before lunch. Since Marc was still asleep, I headed for

the dorm lounge and found a vacant chair. At 11:30 I went back to the

room. Marc was up and getting dressed for lunch.

"You and Mary seemed to be hitting it off rather well last night. How

did things go after we left?" Marc asked.

"Ok," I replied.

"Charlene says that Mary is still a virgin."

"Well, if she was a virgin yesterday, then she still is today," I glibly

answered.

"Well, did you at least get her number?" Marc implored.

"Yeah, I got her number," I replied, not volunteering how I had got

her number and what I was suppose to call her about.

We had to hurry down to lunch quickly, because everyone would be

eating early so they could get to the football game by 1:30. After Marc

and I gobbled down lunch, we stopped by Charlene's dorm to pick her

up and then headed for the football stadium. Marc and I had taken

turns to stand in line for tickets, not releasing that all freshmen got

lousy seats in the end zone. Our seats were together, and Charlene's

was some place else, but nobody cared were your tickets really were

in the student end zone section, so we always sat together since Marc

and Charlene had began going out all the time.

After we got to our seats, Charlene asked how Mary and I had hit if

off.

"Ok, I guess. I got her phone number," I said.

"Well, that is a good start," Charlene said. "Mary is a really nice girl. I

knew her in high school. She always had her head buried in books.

Her parents really put a lot of pressure on her to do well in school and

they would not let her go out with boys at all in high school. She

needs to find some nice boy and learn what life is all about." It was

clear what Charlene thought life was all about, and she and Marc were

regularly practicing it in my dorm room.

During the game I searched the freshman student section looking for

Mary's face, but I could not find it. That didn't mean she wasn't there.

The stadium was big, and there were 12,000 freshman at the school,

so it was easy to miss her.

After the game, I headed back to my dorm room. Marc and Charlene

had something else to do. When I got back to the room, I got out

Mary's card and stared at her number. Should I really call her or just

forget it. I hesitated. Maybe she wasn't back from the game yet.

Maybe she hated football, and did not even go the game. Maybe she

woke up in the morning and realized she had said foolish things last

night, and would refuse to talk to me. Now I was trying to talk myself

out of calling her. Go ahead, just get it over with. The worst that can

happen is she will tell you to get lost and so you'll never need to see

her again.

I dialed the number. The phone rang once. Mary answered saying

"Hello."

This was it.

"Hi. This is Larry. We met last night." Boy was that lame.

"Oh. Good," Mary sounded happy I called, and my heart skipped a

beat. "I was afraid you would never call after the things I said last

night." Did that mean she changed her mind about what she had said?

"Are you still interested in seeing the rules?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Ok. I can only show you a copy of the rules. I cannot let you keep it.

Sharon and Kristen made me promise not to let you keep a copy of it,

because they do not want copies of it floating around. Part of keeping

the game a secret. You understand?"

"I think so?"

"Good. Where would you like to meet."

I tried to think. Most of the coffee shops and other places in town

would be crowded now with the after game crowd, so it would be hard

to get enough privacy to feel comfortable. On the other hand the

campus would be completely deserted, and it would still be light for

another 2 hours at least.

"There are some benches in front of the Stiles building. Do you know

where those are?" I asked.

"Yes, I think I know the ones you mean," Mary replied.

"Ok, let's meet there. There shouldn't be anyone around now," I said.

"See you there in 15 minutes," Mary said, sounding happy as she

hung up the phone.

Well, now you've done it, I thought. There was still time to back out.

There was always time to back out. It certainly would do no harm to

go and look at this Sharon and Kristen's written rules for strip poker. I

could always back out of it later.

When I got to the Stiles building, Mary waved to me from the bench.

Her dorm was a little closer, and she had gotten there first. As I

predicted, the whole campus was dead. We were almost the only

people around.

Mary had type written sheets of paper with her. This surprised me

even more. Sharon and Kristen had actually typed up the rules for

strip poker.

I sat down on the bench next to Mary and she handed me two sheets

of paper. The document was titled Pure Strip Poker. The rules looked

very detailed. These girls had tried to think of everything. I started to

read the rules. The rules were:

1. This is strictly a game of strip poker. There is to be no touching, no

kissing and no type of sex acts, either real or simulated, as part of

the game.

2. The game ends when the first player loses all their clothes and all

their chips, or as specified in rule 14. If more than one player loses

all their clothes and chips or as specified in rule 14, in the same

hand, then they are all losers.

3. The game is standard five-card draw poker. The minimum hand to

open the first round of betting is a pair of jacks.

4. If six or fewer players are in the game, one deck of cards will be

used. If 7 to 12 players are in the game, two decks will be used. If

13-18 players are in the game, then three decks will be used.

5. In all cases the maximum number of cards you can draw is 3. This

was so there will always be enough cards in the deck for everyone

to draw up to 3 cards.

6. Each person is given 5 chips at the beginning of the game.

7. The ante for each hand is one chip.

8. In the round of betting before the draw, the opening bet can only

be one chip, and no raises are allowed. You must have a pair of

jacks to open, but anyone may see the opening bet.

9. The betting round after the draw begins with whoever opened in

the first round, and the raises must be between 1 and 5 chips.

10. If you do not have any chips left, you must take off a piece of

clothes and sell it to the bank for 5 more chips. You must take off

the piece of clothes before you get your five chips.

11. If you win a hand, you may buy clothes back from the bank, but at

a price of 7 chips. You may only put the clothes back on, provided

you have on the piece of clothes that would be taken off after the

piece you bought back. In other words, the clothes must go back on

in the reverse order they came off.

12. At the end of the hand, everyone must show their hand and the

person with the lowest hand must give one piece of clothing to the

person with the highest hand, regardless of who won the pot.

13. The piece of clothing given by the loser to the winner must be one

of the winners pieces of clothes that the loser had previously won

or one of the loser's own pieces of clothes. It can not be a piece of

clothes from any third party, and it can not be a piece of clothes

bought back from the bank at the end of the hand.

14. If the loser does not have any clothes left and does not have any of

the winners clothes, the game ends and they are the loser.

15. If no one opens the first betting round, then everyone must show

their hand and person with the lowest hand give the person with

the highest hand a piece of clothes as outline in rules 12-14. After

this everyone must ante one more chip into the pot and a new hand

is dealt.

16. If you lose all your clothes, you are still in the game, as long as

you have chips left.

17. You are required to wear 6 pieces of clothes. For guys these are

shoes, socks, shirt, pants, undershirt and underpants, in that order

For girls these are shoes, socks or panty hose, shirt or blouse, skirt

or pants, bra, and panties, in that order. Girls may also wear a dress

and a half-slip.

18. When you take off your underwear, you are required to stand up

while you take it off. You may sit down immediately after you get

it off.

19. You are not allowed to cover anything up with your hands or arms.

You may position your legs to cover up areas below your waist.

20. When the game ends, the loser or losers (see rules 2 & 14) are

required to standup, totally nude, with their hands at their side and

let people examine them as closely as they liked for up to ten

minutes. The losers must also perform reasonable requests by the

other players. Reasonable requests include bending over, spreading

legs, sitting or laying down with legs spread, dancing etc. Note rule

1. Winners may never touch the loser or ask the loser to perform or

simulate sex acts.

21. No players may put on any clothes they have lost during the game,

until the ten-minute penalty period is over.

22. All players are required to stay in the game until the game is over.

If you quit before the game is over, you will not get any of the

clothes you have lost back, and you may never play in any future

games

These rules were very different than any strip poker game I had heard

of. How did these rules change the game? Well, obviously, only one

person was stripped completely naked in this game. This game was a

real poker game with betting. All the strip poker games I had been in

your just drew cards, and the low card had to take off a piece of

clothes. I had never heard of playing poker with more than one deck

of cards. How did this change the game? In fact I had hardly ever

played real poker.

"How many people are you expecting to play in this game?" I asked

Mary.

"Well, there are seven or eight girls looking for partners, so it could

be as many as 16 maximum, but we are only expecting around 10 for

this first game," Mary replied.

"What about Marc and Charlene? Will they be one of the players?" I

asked.

"No," Mary replied. "I have never mentioned the game to Charlene. I

doubt that she would be interested."

"Then Sharon and Kristen are not also from your high school?" I

asked.

"No. I had never met them before I came to school here. I met Sharon

and Kristen through Betty, who may play in the game, if she finds a

partner. Betty is the only other female freshman engineering student I

have met."

"What about Sharon and Kristen? Are they engineering students too?"

I asked.

"Sharon is, but Kristen is in the nursing school. They have a big

apartment off campus," Mary said. That also meant they were

probably not freshman, because freshman usually lived in the dorm.

"These rules look weird. Has anyone ever tried to play this game to

see if it really works?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Mary immediately answered. "Eight of us girls played a

week ago, using exactly these rules. They worked very well, just the

way we wanted them to work. We did not want to play the game were

the lowest hand takes off a piece of clothes, since that takes all the

betting and skill out of the game, and makes it just a game of chance.

You might as well just be drawing cards, the way little kids play."

This was the only way I had ever played.

"On the other hand," Mary continued, "if you just do the betting part

with 5 chips per piece of clothes, then no one wants to bet. The best

strategy seems to be to fold every hand and lose your ante. You will

not win this way, but the person who bets and loses, will be the first

one out."

Mary or Sharon or someone else had really thought this game through

like an engineer.

"When you add the element of the lowest hand also losing one piece

of clothes each hand, this makes it important not to fold before the

draw. If you just fold every hand before the draw and lose you ante,

you lose one chip every hand, which means with 6 pieces of clothes,

you will last 30 hands. There a good chance someone else will go out

long before then, but you will also have the lowest hand much more

frequently than people who stay in though the draw. In a 6 handed

game, you should lose every 6 hands, but you might lose every 3

hands instead. This means you would actually be out after, oh ... say

12 hands or so. From our games the best strategy seems to be to stay

in through the draw on every hand, then bet after the draw, if you are

reasonably certain you have the best hand. You probably only need to

win one hand to make sure you will not be the first person out of the

game."

I got the impression Mary had a lot to do with these rules. How had

this group of girls gotten started on the idea of this game? Strip poker

was always a sort of spur of the moment game which nobody ever

really analyzed. There was no strategy to strip poker. It was just a way

to get everyone, or almost everyone, to take their clothes off. This

was a different game. Only one person was suppose to end up

completely naked, although several others could be close. The

"winners" would have most of their clothes. This was a lot more

challenging game than the regular old strip poker I had played. There

was an advantage to being the winner in this game. The childhood

games had frequently been played until everyone was stripped. This

game would be different.

"Well, what do you think of these rules?" Mary asked, after a brief

pause. "Are you interested in playing or do you want to think about it

a bit more?"

I was trying to think. If I lost, I would get stripped in front of five to

eight girls I didn't know. The odds seem to be about 50% of seeing

Mary or one of the other girls, stripped naked, 10% of getting stripped

naked myself. The remaining 40% of the time some other guy in the

game would end up stripped. Those odds sounded good to me.

"Ok. I'll be your partner in this game," I heard myself say. "When and

were is the game?"

"Good," Mary smiled. "The game will be next Friday night at Sharon

and Kristen's apartment."

Chapter 2 The First Game

I had a hard time studying and paying attention in class all next week.

I kept turning the rules Mary had shown me over and over in my head.

Mary and her friends had obviously played some practice games with

these rules. What was the best strategy for the game? I vaguely knew

the rules of poker, but I could not remember what all the exact rank of

poker hands was (is a straight or a flush higher?), much less all the

odds of different hands and draws. Mary sounded like she knew a lot

more about poker than I did, so I bought a book on Sunday, and spent

all my free time the next week studying up for the big game.

The book explained all the basic rules of poker, and it became clear

that the girls had gotten most of their rules from standard poker rules,

with a few changes. The book explained the basic principal of draw

poker. It explained how you have to play tight, and not bet too much

when you did not think you had a winner. It discussed how to "read"

other players hands from how many cards they draw and how they

bet, rather than by peeking or using marked cards. The book said

reading other players hands this way, which is not cheating, was a

very important part of playing poker well. For example, if a player

draws only one card, then he might have two pair, or be drawing to a

straight or a flush. You have to figure out which from the way the

player bet before the draw, how he reacts to the draw, and how he bets

after the draw.

But how did the rules of this strip poker game change the strategy.

The book said you should fold before the draw, if you did not have

anything, but Mary said you should never do that in this game because

you wanted to draw to reduce the chances of having the lowest hand.

The book also recommended trying to draw to a flush or straight

under many conditions. Your chances of getting one were not very

high, but when you got it, you usually had the winner. In the strip

poker game, though, this did not seem like a good idea. Most of the

time you would not make the straight or flush and then you ran a good

chance of having the lowest hand. Better to discard more cards and try

to get a pair or at least some higher cards.

I got out two decks of cards and practiced dealing hands, and playing

all the hands, just to get the feel of what real poker hands were like. I

spent at least one hour each day sitting on my bed dealing out a ten-

handed poker game. This helped me understand better what really was

a good hand and what was not.

When Friday finally arrived, I thought I was ready. After eating

dinner at the dorm, I went back to my dorm room to change clothes. I

decided to put on clean underwear, just in case. Just then Marc walked

in. "What're you doing Larry? Got a hot date tonight?" he said.

"No, not really. Mary and I are going to a get together at some friend

of hers," I said, which was true, as far as it went.

"Good luck bud. Maybe you can score tonight," Marc replied.

"Well, I'll probably need the luck," I said, but not in the way that

Marc meant.

I headed to Mary's dorm to pick her up. When I got to her dorm I

scanned the lobby, but I couldn't find Mary, so I went over to use the

phone in lobby to call her. There were two lobby phones, but both

were in use. I could just go up and knock on her door, but I didn't

know her room number, so I waited for the phone. Finally one the

guys finished and I dialed Mary's room. The phone rang several

times, but no answer.

"Hi Larry. Ready for the big game," Mary said from behind me.

I hung up the phone, and turned to face Mary. Mary was wearing a

tight fitting white blouse and a full blue skirt with a white flower

pattern. Mary looked much more feminine than in the standard issue,

loose fitting T-shirt and blue jeans that she had worn at our previous

meetings.

"As ready as I will ever be," I replied, and then we walked out of the

dorm and I followed Mary away from the campus to the south into the

student ghetto, where most of the houses had been converted to

rentals. Mary didn't say much, unlike our previous meeting. I felt

pressure to break the silence, but I could not think what to say. Small

talk with girls was not my strong point.

Finally Mary stopped in front of one of the old houses. It looked like

it had probably been built in the 1920s like most of the houses in this

area.

"Sharon and Kristen live on the second floor," Mary said.

We walked through the front door. This house had been cut up into

apartments. Walls and doors had been added. Exposed plumbing and

electrical conduits ran up the walls disfiguring an elegant old house.

Mary started up the stairs, and I followed behind her. At the top of the

stairs there were two doors, and Mary knocked on the first one,

nearest the front of the house. After a minute the door opened and a

girl with reddish brown hair and wearing a basic black dress held the

door open for us to enter.

"Hi Sharon, this is Larry," Mary said, and I reached out my hand to

Sharon.

"And this is Kristen," Mary said, turning to a girl just walking into the

room from what must be the bedroom. Kristen had long dirty blond

hair, and she wore a slender green dress. I reached out and shook

hands with Kristen also.

"You are the first ones here," said Kristen. "Would you like

something to drink? We have pop and juice in the refrigerator."

"I'll take a coke," I said, and Kristen walked over to the refrigerator,

and got me a coke.

I looked around the room. The room had probably been the master

bedroom of the house. Now it was the living room, dinning room and

kitchen for this apartment. There was a small kitchenette built in one

corner next to a door that looked like it led to a bathroom. There was a

square of linoleum on the floor in the kitchenette, but the rest of the

room had light green wall to wall carpeting. In the diagonally opposite

corner of the room was a couch, and some tables, chairs and lamps,

which had been pushed against the wall to clear out a large area on the

floor. This, I guessed, is where the game would be played.

"How many people are you expecting for the game," I asked.

"Well, Bob and George should be here shortly, and Betty is coming

with somebody, so I guess that makes eight," said Sharon.

"Cathy really wanted to play, but she couldn't find anyone she trusted

to play," said Mary.

"Trusted to play?" I asked. "Every guy on this campus would

probably like to play strip poker with you girls. Why wouldn't you

trust them to play?"

"I mean trust them to follow the rules we outlined, especially the rules

about not touching people who have lost their clothes and no sex. We

want to play strip poker, not get raped," replied Mary.

"Oh," I said. "I can see where that might be a problem." In fact, how

many guys could keep themselves under control with completely

naked girls standing in front of them? Could I?

At that moment I heard steps on the stairway, and a moment later a

knock at the door. Sharon went to answer the door, and two young

guys came into the room. "This is Bob and George," said Sharon. Bob

was tall, probably 6ft 3in, and thin. George was probably closer to six

feet, and more average build. Both were wearing tee shirts and blue

jeans.

"This is Mary and Larry," continued Sharon. I shook hands with both

of them.

Sharon went to get them something to drink, when there was another

knock on the door. Kristen went to answer it this time, and a tall girl

with curly brown hair came into the apartment, followed by a short

guy. They made a very improbable looking couple, but they probably

were not a couple at all, just like Mary and myself.

"This is Betty," Kristen announced.

"And this is Jim," Betty said.

I reached out my hand to Betty, and said, "Hi, I'm Larry." Everyone

else introduced themselves. Betty was wearing a tight red sweater,

which highlighted her larger than average breasts, and black, slightly

lose fitting pants. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Jim was

short, but otherwise well built. He was wearing a sweatshirt and blue

jeans.

"Anybody who wants something to drink, come and get it," yelled

Sharon from the kitchenette. A few of the new arrivals went over to

get something.

Sharon came over from the kitchenette and she had a copy of the rules

Mary had let me see. "Ok. Here are the rules for strip poker that we

are going to use tonight," Sharon said. "I would like everyone to read

these, and make sure you understand them completely. We will not

allow any changes to the rules during the game, and everyone

understands the rules against quitting before the game is over?"

Sharon handed the rules to Jim. "We will start the game in about ten

minutes."

The rules were passed to me. I looked them over again, and passed

them to someone else. Slowly the group assembled on the carpet in a

big circle. When we were all seated, Sharon began to shuffle and deal

out the first hand. She had to divide the deck into two separate stacks

for shuffling, because the double deck stack was too big to shuffle at

one time.

"Everyone ante," Kristen said, and we all tossed a chip in the middle

as Sharon dealt out our five cards. My heart was beating fast as I

picked up the cards and peeked at them. I had an ace, king, ten, eight,

and five. Some big cards, but nothing. I looked around. Everyone else

was looking up from studying their cards. Since Sharon had dealt,

George was the first to act. George checked, and so did Kristen. Jim

opened by tossing in one chip and Betty saw the bet. It was my turn to

act. I had an Ace high, which was poor, but might be good enough to

keep me away from the lowest hand if I just folded. Mary advice

though had been not to fold, so I saw the bet too. Everyone else saw

the bet too.

I kept the Ace and King and took three cards. Bob, George, and Betty

took 2 cards. Everyone else took 3. I peeked at the three new cards, a

pair of sevens and a three. At least I had one pair now. No way I could

win with this, but it should not be the lowest hand. Since Jim had

opened the first round, he was the first to act in this round. Jim

checked. Betty checked, and so did I. Mary opened the betting for one

chip. Bob, Sharon, and George folded. Kristen stared a Mary with her

blue eyes, then saw her bet. Jim let his eyes go back and forth between

Mary and Kristen, then folded. Betty and I folded too.

"Two pair, Queens and Jacks," said Mary.

Kristen tossed her cards down face up. "Just a pair of Aces," she said.

Mary reached out and grabbed in the stack of chips in the center.

"Now everyone show your cards," said Kristen.

I laid down my pair of sevens. Most of the others had a pair of

something. I noted that Jim, who had reluctantly folded his hand, had

a pair of Kings. It turned out Sharon was the loser with a Queen high.

She pulled her shoes off and tossed them to Mary, who placed them

behind her.

Mary now sat next to me smiling with a big stack of chips in front of

her. I had only three remaining. George shuffled the cards and dealt

out another hand. I picked up my cards and peeked at a pair of threes,

a king, jack and a five. Not likely to win unless I get a third three or

another pair, but probably not the lowest hand either. Kristen was the

first to act, and she checked and so did Jim. Betty opened for one chip

and everyone else quickly saw the bet. Apparently everyone was

following Mary advice to never fold until after the draw.

Betty, sitting on my right, took just one card, which probably meant

she had two pair. Kristen took 2 cards, which might mean she had 3 of

a kind, but could just mean she had a pair and an ace kicker, or maybe

just 3 high cards. I took 3 cards. I looked at a pair of nines and an ace.

Now I had 2 pair, nines and threes.

Betty to my right was the first to act. She reached down and took off

her shoes and tossed them to the side. "I'm opening for 5 chips," she

said, as Sharon reached back to the bank box and tossed the 5 chips

into the center.

Now what should I do? Betty probably had 2 pairs before the draw.

Did she have a full house now? Or had she drawn to a straight or a

flush? She must have my two pair beat. So I folded.

Mary looked past me at Betty. "I'll see your bet," she said, as she

tossed 5 chips from her big pile.

Bob was next, and he did not look happy. He paused, and finally

reached down to untie his shoes. "I'll see the bet," he said. Sharon

reached back into the bank box and tossed another 5 chips into the

center.

Sharon and George both folded quickly without another look at their

cards. Kristen picked her cards up and looked at them again. She

started to reach for her shoes, then thought better of it. "I fold," she

announced.

Jim then folded. Betty quickly spread out her cards. She had four

fours! Mary and Bob both threw their cards down with a groan. Mary

had three twos and Bob had three sixes.

Betty gathered in the chips in the center. Everyone else spread their

cards out to see who had the lowest hand. Kristen, who almost bet her

shoes, had two pair, aces and fives. It was Jim who had the lowest

hand with a pair of eight's. Jim took off his shoes and handed them to

Betty.

As Kristen slowly shuffled the cards for the next hand, I could see

why Mary said not to fold before the draw. A pair of eight's had

ended up the lowest hand. I reached down and tossed my one

remaining chip into the center for the ante. Except for Mary and Betty,

who had big stacks of chips, most others were down to their last chip.

Kristen did not have any chips left. After she dealt us all five cards,

she slipped off her shoes and placed them over by the bank pile.

Sharon handed her five more chips, and she put one in the ante.

I picked up my cards and looked at a pair of eight's, an ace, nine and a

two. Given the last hands results, I had better improve this hand in the

draw. Jim and Betty both checked to me. I checked and so did Mary.

Bob reached down and removed his shocks, tossing them into the

bank pile. Sharon handed him five chips from the bank, and Bob

opened for one.

Sharon calmly stood up, reached up under her tight skirt and pulled

off her sheer socks, placing them by the bank pile. "I'll see the bet,"

she said.

George removed his shoes to see the bet. Kristen had chips and just

saw the bet. Jim took off his socks to see the bet. Betty tossed in one

chip from her big stack. I untied my shoes and threw them into the

bank pile to get more chips so I could see the bet.

Mary, who still had lots of chips, just tossed one into the pile.

I decide to keep the ace kicker and just draw two. Bob, Sharon and

Jim each took one card, while everyone else took three cards. Did they

all have two pairs, or were they drawing to straight or flushes. Could

somebody have another four of a kind? I picked up my two cards, but

they were no help, a jack and a six. Well I would have to fold and

hope somebody had a lower hand.

Bob, as the initial opener, was the first to act. He opened for one chip.

Sharon looked at Bob, and pushed the four chips in front of her

towards the pile. "I see your bet and raise you three," she said.

Sharon must have something. George folded. Kristen looked at

Sharon, looked at her cards again, then laid them down and folded.

Jim folded. Now it was Betty's turn. She immediately started counting

chips out of her pile. "I'll see the four to me, and raise you five," she

said.

I folded without looking at my pair of eight's again. Mary folded also.

Bob looked at Betty and Sharon, then folded too.

Sharon stared across the circle at Betty. Sharon had drawn only one,

while Betty had drawn three cards. What did they have? Sharon stood

up, unzipped her dress, and let it drop to the floor, revealing a black

lacy bra and a half-slip. She stepped out of the dress, picked it up and

placed it in the bank pile. She turned and took five chips from the

bank and pushed them into the bet pile. "I'll see your bet. What do

you have Betty?" she said.

Betty smiled and laid down a full house, three's and eight's. Sharon

moaned and dropped her cards. A jack high straight. "How can you be

that lucky, Betty? Four of a kind last hand and a full house this hand.

It's not fair," Sharon protested, and crossed her arms just below her

black bra.

Betty smiled, reaching out to gather in the chips. "Just beginners luck,

I guess," she said. Sharon sat on the floor glaring at Betty. Not only

had she just lost her dress, she did not have any chips left, so she was

going to have to remove her half-slip to get chips to ante in the next

hand. That was going to leave her in just her bra and panties.

While I was staring at Sharon's bra, Kristen turned to me. "Larry, I

think you have the low hand."

I looked around at all the other hands. Jim and George both had pairs

of jacks. Everyone else had two pair or something better. I reached

down and pulled off my socks and handed them to Betty.

Jim gathered up the cards and began shuffling them. Sharon stood up,

forced a smile. "Well, here goes," she said. As she pulled her half-slip

off and tossed it in the bank pile, revealing a pair of black lacy

panties, that were sold in the center, but semi-transparent at the sides.

Sharon quickly grabbed five chips from the bank and sat back down,

making it much more difficult to see her panties. Everyone anted in

one chip. Betty had a huge pile of chips in front of her. Mary still had

a sizable stack. Everyone else had three or four chips.

Jim dealt out the cards, and I picked up and peeked at my hand. It was

a king, ten, nine, six and four, or nothing. I really needed to improve

this hand in the draw, or I was in big trouble.

Jim had dealt, so Betty had to act first. She passed, I passed, and so

did Mary, Bob, Sharon and George. I thought maybe no one would

have an opening hand, but Kristen opened and everyone quickly saw

the bet. I took three cards, and so did everyone except Betty, who took

two. Did Betty have three of kind this time, or was she just keeping an

ace kicker. Betty had enough chips in front of her that she could try to

bluff, although since you had to show your hand, everyone would

know what she had done.

I picked up my three cards and looked at them, a king, a ten and an

ace. I now had two pairs, kings and tens, plus an ace. This was a very

good hand, it could be a winner, but in the last two hands it would not

even have been the second best hand, so I had to be very careful.

Since Kristen had opened the betting, she was the first to act, and she

passed. Then Jim and Betty quickly passed. So this time Betty did not

have three of a kind. I looked at the two chips still in front of me, and

decided to go for it. I picked one chip and tossed it in the center. "I bet

one," I said.

Bob looked at me, stood up and took off his shirt, tossing it in the

bank pile. "I'll see your bet of one and raise you five," he said. He

picked up the single chip in front of him, and shoved it towards the

pot. Sharon counted out 5 chips from the bank and added it to the pot.

Sharon then folded. George looked at me, then looked at Bob. George

took off his socks and tossed them on the bank pile. "I'll see the bet,"

he said, tossing one chip from the two in front of him into the pot.

Sharon counted out five more chips from the bank and added them to

the pot.

Kristen, Jim and Betty quickly folded. That left it up to me. I figured I

was beat, and folded.

"Ok, what have you got?" asked George.

"A king high straight," replied Bob, as he spread his cards.

"What!" George protested. "You drew three cards, and you got a

straight. How can you beat that luck?" George spread out three

eight's.

Everyone else spread their cards out to figure who had the lowest

hand. It was Jim, who had only a K high hand. Jim took off his

sweatshirt and handed it to Bob.

It was now Betty's deal, and she began to shuffle the cards. I had only

one chip left, and I pushed it into the center. Kristen and George were

also down to their last chip. Betty had a huge pile in front of her, Bob

had a big stack, and Mary still had a little pile.

Betty dealt out the cards, and I picked up my cards and looked at

them. I had a pair of queens, an ace, a six and a three. Probably good

enough to keep me from losing, but I would need to draw another

queen at least to win. Since Betty had dealt, I had to act first. I could

have opened, but I was going to start losing some real clothes shortly,

so I decided I had better be real careful, and I passed.

Mary passed, and Bob opened. Sharon saw the bet. George stood up

and removed his shirt without hesitation, dropping it into the bank

pile. Sharon handed him five chips and he pushed one into the pot.

Now it was Kristen's turn. She didn't have any chips either. Kristen

stood up, and reached under her tight skirt to pull down her shear

stockings. As she leaned over, I caught a glimpse of her white panties

under her dress. Kristen tossed her socks into the growing bank pile

and Sharon handed her five chips. Kristen sat down and shoved one

chip into the pot.

Jim pushed his last chip into the pot, and Betty added one from her

stack.

That left me. Mary had said it was best to always see the bet before

the draw, but with a pair of queens, I was pretty sure I would not end

up with the lowest hand. Unless I was really lucky, I was not going to

win anything with this hand either. To bet I would have to take my

shirt off. If I folded, I knew that meant I would have to take my shirt

off to ante for the next hand, but I had not been very lucky so far, and

I wanted to conserve my clothes as much as possible. "I fold," I said.

Everyone looked up at me. No one else had folded before the draw,

and Mary was looking at me kind of funny. Everyone took three cards

this time, meaning no one had a super hand before the draw. Since

Bob had opened, he was the first to act. He passed. So did Sharon,

George, Kristen, and Jim.

Betty separated out five chips from her pile. "I bet five," she

announced. Everyone looked at her. Did she have another sure winner

or was she just trying to use her big stack of chips to bluff everyone

off the pot.

I had already folded, so it went to Mary, who quickly folded. Bob,

who had something because he had opened, also folded. Then Sharon,

George, Kristen and Jim quickly followed suite.

"Well, I guess I have you all spooked," Betty said, as she showed

three tens. Everyone shook their head as they spread their cards out to

find the lowest hand. Bob had a pair of aces, and Kristen had a pair of

kings, but Betty clearly had the best hand.

"Oh my God!" Sharon said. I turned and looked at Sharon's hand. It

was a pair of fours.

Kristen glanced around. "I am sorry, Sharon," she said. "It looks like

you have the lowest hand."

Sharon's cheeks were beginning to get a little flush. "Well..." she said.

"I guess we knew this was going to happen. I had just hoped it would

be to one of you other girls. Oh well." Sharon stood up and turned

around with her back to us as she reached behind her back to unfasten

her bra. After a few seconds she had it free. She held the bra to her

breast with one hand, while she threaded her arms out of the shoulder

straps. Then she turned around to face the circle, the bra still held

against her breast with one hand. "This is what you came her for

boys," see proclaimed, as she pulled the bra away and let her breast

flow free.

And what breast they were. I had only seen girls' breasts in the pages

of Playboy and Penthouse, but never in the flesh. Sharon's breasts

were not huge, like some of the girls in the magazines, but they were

very nicely shaped, like a half an orange in size and fairly firm

looking. As Sharon stood there a few seconds for us to admire her

breasts, I noticed her nipples were big, round and erect.

Sharon sat down, but did not make an obvious attempt to hide her

breasts. "Ok guys, admire them while you can," Sharon said with a

wry smile. "You are going to be out of your pants in no time."

Betty turned to me. "Larry, it's your deal," she said. "Stop staring at

Sharon's tits and start shuffling the cards."

"Oh," I said, and started to gather up the cards. I shuffled the cards

and dealt them out again. As I dealt the cards, I now noticed that

Sharon only had one chip left. That meant she would have to take off

her panties just to be in the draw this hand. After I dealt the hand, I

stood up and removed my shirt, adding it to the bank pile. Sharon

reached back and handed me five chips. I pushed one into the ante.

Sharon pushed her last chip into the pot.

I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a pair of kings this

time, with a ten, eight and a two. Slightly better than last hand, but not

by much. Since I had dealt, Mary was the first to act, and she passed.

So did everyone else. It came back to me. I had a minimum hand to

open, so I could open, or we would all have to ante again, and let

Mary deal. I decided to open this time, and pushed one chip into the

pot.

Mary and Bob quickly saw my bet. Then it was Sharon's turn. Sharon

did not have any chips to see the bet. Sharon stood up again, giving us

a great view of her breasts again. "Ok guys, a big treat for you, but

just remember, you'll be losing your pants in a minute, after I win

mine back," she said. With that she quickly slid her panties down and

sat down in a single motion. I caught a brief glimpse of her brownish

bush, a little darker than her hair. After she sat down, she pulled legs

up in front of her and pulled her panties off over her feet. She kept her

legs up so we could not see were her panties had been directly, but

from my angle I could make out a little under the thigh of her leg.

Sharon reached back and grabbed five chips, and tossed one in the

pot.

Everyone else quickly saw the bet. Except for Kristen, who took two,

everyone took three cards. I looked at my three new cards. A seven, a

five and a four, so I still had just a pair of kings. I peeked over at

Sharon again, but she had shifted so I could not see her private parts,

although her breasts were still clearly in view. Since I had opened, I

had to act first. I passed, but Mary immediately bet one. Bob saw the

bet.

I noticed Sharon was smiling. She reached forward and shoved her

four remaining chips into the pot. "I call your bet and raise you three.

I'm all in," she announced.

Sharon was betting everything on this hand. If she lost, the game was

over, and she was the big loser. She had to stand up and let us all get a

real good look at her.

George, Kristen, Jim and Betty all quickly folded. I looked at my

cards, a pair of kings, and folded also.

Mary looked at Sharon, then at her pile of chips. It had dwindled

down to a very small stack. She pulled off three chips and tossed them

into the pot. "I'll call your bet," she said. I could see that Mary now

had only a single chip left.

Bob had a larger stack of chips. He confidently pushed forward three

chips. "I'll call too," he said. "Ok let's see what you bet your all on

Sharon?"

Sharon smiled and spread out her cards. "A full house, nines and

jacks," she said.

Bob and Mary both dropped their cards. They clearly didn't have this

beat.

Sharon leaned forward and scooped up a few of the chips in the pot.

"Now I'll buy my panties back from the bank," she said. She counted

out seven chips and put them back in the bank. She grabbed the

panties and slipped them on over her feet, then slid them up her legs

and all the way on, without standing up. Then she gathered up the rest

of the chips in the pot. "Let me see. Can I buy my bra back now too?"

she asked.

Betty picked up her bra. "I have your bra over here," she said. "I think

the rules say you can only buy things back from the bank. You'll have

to win your bra back from me."

"Ok," Sharon said. "Enjoy the view while you can guys. You're going

to be out of your pants shortly. By the way, who lost this hand?"

We all looked around at our hands. George, Kristen, Jim and Betty all

had ace high hands. Remember this game was played with two decks,

so there were eight aces in the deck. George's second card was only a

ten, so he was the loser. George started to take off his undershirt, but

Sharon spoke up. "No George. You have to take off your pants.

Remember it's in the rules. We girls have to get some break for baring

our breasts with one piece of clothes left, while you guys don't show

anything until you lose that final piece." George slipped his undershirt

back on, and unbuckled his pants. He slipped them off his legs one at

a time, revealing boxer shorts with an obvious bulge in the front.

George quickly sat down and handed his pants to Sharon. "Ok, now

this is more like it," Sharon teased George. George adjusted his briefs

and moved his legs to try to hide his excitement. I turned and looked

at Mary. She was staring directly at Gorge's problem with a little

smile on her face.

"I think it is your deal Mary," I finally said.

Mary began to pick up the cards and shuffle for the next hand. I

turned and looked at Betty. She seemed to be checking out George,

and sneaking a look at Jim as well. Mary dealt out the cards, and

everyone tossed their one chip ante into the center. I noticed that Mary

finally had no chips left in front of her, although she still had all her

clothes. I picked up and looked at my hand. I had a pair of nines, a

queen, a jack, and an eight, not a very promising hand. Since it was

Mary's deal, Bob had to act first, and he passed. Then Sharon, George

and Kristen quickly passed also. Jim seemed to think about it for a

minute, but then he passed. Betty immediately passed. Since I did not

have an opening hand, I passed. Mary reached down and pulled off

her shoes, pushing them into the bank pile. "I open for one," she said,

as Sharon handed her four chips and tossed the one in the pot.

Everyone quickly saw the bet. People seem to be getting more

cautious as they lost their clothes. Everyone took three cards. I picked

my three cards up and looked at a queen, a seven and a three. That

was no help. At least the pair of nines should not end up the lowest

hand. Since Mary had opened, she led the betting and she just glanced

at her cards. "I open for one," she said, as she pushed one chip

towards the pot. Everyone folded quickly to me, and I folded as well.

"Well, you have to show us what you had anyway, Mary," Sharon

said. "I hope you didn't bluff us."

Mary spread out her cards. "Two pair, Aces and two's," she said.

Everyone just placed their cards on the floor without protest, so Mary

must have had the best hand. I looked around. There were a lot of

pairs of jacks. This was a two decked game, so there were potentially

four pairs of jacks, but seeing three pairs looked funny.

"Kristen," Sharon said. "It looks like you have the low hand."

Kristen looked at her ace high hand. Everyone else had at least a pair

of something. "Well, I guess you're right. I'm out of chips too, so I

guess I better get this over." Kristen stood up, reached to her side and

unzipped her dress. She then let the shoulder straps fall over her arms

and the dress fell at her feet. Kristen had a white lacy bra, and it

looked like her breasts were bigger than Sharon's. Kristen was

wearing a white half-slip below the waist. She picked the dress up and

handed it to Mary. Then she grabbed the elastic bands of the half-slip,

and slid it down her legs, lifting one foot at a time out of the slip. She

then stood up revealing a very low cut white, laced panties as she

tossed the slip into the large bank pile.

Kristen stood there for a minute sticking her chest out a little to

emphasize her breast. "You like what you see boys?" she asked, and

then sat down, with all the guy's eyes firmly fix on her chest. "Ok

Bob, wake up. Time to deal", she added teasingly, as she pushed some

of the cards towards Bob.

Bob looked down and started to gather up all the cards, and then

shuffled them. My eyes went back and forth between Sharon's firm

breasts and Kristen's lacy bra. The girls began to ante and I looked

down to see only one chip. I pushed my last chip into the ante. George

stood up and removed his undershirt with great flare, and tossed it into

the bank pile. Sharon handed him five more chips, and he anted one of

them. I picked up my hand and looked at it. I had an ace, a king, a six,

a five and a four, an ace high hand. I better find some way to improve

this hand, or I was in big trouble. I was going to have to take off my

pants now just to say in the game. With this hand I did not dare drop

out before the draw.

Since Bob dealt, Sharon was the first to act, and she opened without

hesitation. George and Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn,

and he was out of chips. Jim quickly removed his undershirt and

tossed it towards the bank pile. Sharon handed him 5 chips, and Jim

tossed one into the pot to see the bet. Betty then saw the bet. Now it

was my turn. I stood up, unbuckled my pants and slid them down. The

erection I had gotten from staring at Sharon and Kristen's breasts

immediately pushed the front of my boxers out.

"Boy," Mary blurted out. "Larry sure likes what he sees there Sharon

and Kristen."

"Next time you play strip poker Larry, you might get some jockey

briefs," giggled Betty next to me.

I stood there struggling to get my pants off my legs. Finally I got them

free and sat down abruptly, pulling my legs up in front of me to cover

up my erections. Sharon reached across to give me my five chips,

giving me a heavenly view of her breasts as she extended her hand

across the circle, but this had the side effect of making my erection

even harder. I had to concentrate on the game more and lose this

erection quick. I tossed in my bet, and Mary and Bob did also.

Everyone took three cards, except for Sharon, who took only two. I

looked at my three cards. They were a queen, a four and a two. That

was no help at all. I still just had an ace high hand. I was in big trouble

now. I had only two pieces of clothes left, and it looked like I might

be sitting there in only my briefs at the end of this hand.

Sharon opened the betting for one chip. George, Kristen, Jim and

Betty all folded. I had no choice but too fold also, and pray someone

had a lower hand. Mary and Bob then folded. Obviously, everyone

was being careful.

Sharon laid down her cards. "Three sixes," she announced. I had

figured she had three of a kind, because she seemed so sure of her bets

and she only took two cards. As I lay down my ace high hand I

searched anxiously for a lower hand. Suddenly, my heart jumped.

Kristen had an ace, king, jack. I had an ace, king queen. I didn't have

the low hand, and Kristen was going to lose her bra!

Kristen was also looking carefully at all the hands. "Mary, I think you

have the lowest hand," she finally said. I looked down at Mary's hand.

She had an ace, eight, even lower than Kristen. Mary had only lost her

shoes, so far, so that was not very promising.

"I guess your right," said Mary. "But both you and Larry almost lost it

there." Mary stood up and bent down and reached under her full skirt

to pull down her panty hose. She got a hold of the top of the panty

hose and pulled them down to her knees, and then sat down to pull

them the rest of the way off her feet. She reached over and handed

them to Sharon.

George gathered up the cards, shuffled them and dealt them out again.

While he did that, I tried to check out how many chips and clothes

everyone had. George had only his underpants left and he had three

chips. Jim also had only his underpants left, but he had four chips.

Kristen had her panties and bra left, plus three chips. I had my boxers

and undershirt left, plus four chips. Sharon was wearing only her

panties, but she had a big stack of chips in front of her. Bob, Mary and

Betty all had big stacks and most of their clothes left. If I could avoid

having the lowest hand, and losing another piece of clothes, then most

likely either George or Jim would be the big loser, but not before

Kristen lost her bra.

I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a very poor hand, a

queen, a nine, an eight, a three and a two. I had to hope for

improvement in this hand.

Since George had dealt, Kristen was the first to act, and she passed,

then Jim and Betty. Now it was my turn. I immediately passed without

looking at my hand again. Mary checked after me and Bob opened for

one chip. Everyone quickly saw the bet. I discarded three cards and

waited for George to deal me more cards.

Finally, Bob got to me and I picked up my three new cards, a seven, a

three and a two. Now I was in real trouble. I had a queen high hand.

Unless I was very lucky, I was about to lose my undershirt and be in

the same state of undress as George and Jim.

Bob had opened the first round, and he passed. Sharon grabbed a chip

from her pile and tossed it into the pot to open the betting for one

chip. George, Kristen and Jim all folded. Betty, with an even bigger

pile of chips than Sharon, grabbed a handful, counted out six. "I see

your one and raise you five," she said.

Well clearly I folded, and so did Mary. Bob looked at Betty and then

Sharon, and folded also.

"Ok, Betty, what have you got?" asked Sharon. Betty laid down three

Jacks. "Well, you got me again, Betty," Sharon said, as dropped a pair

of kings and a pair of threes on the floor.

As Betty started to gather in the pot to add it to her already huge pile

of chips, I nervously looked around for a lower hand than my queen

high. Kristen had an ace high hand, and was also carefully checking

the other hands. She spotted my queen high. "Larry, I think you have

the lowest hand," she said. "Anyone lower than a queen high?" There

wasn't anyone. I quickly pulled my undershirt off and handed it to

Betty next to me.

Now I was in trouble. I was sitting there in only my boxer shorts. I

had two chips left, which would hold me through the next hand, if I

didn't bet. After that I was going to have to lose my boxers, just to

ante. Jim was in the same situation, and George had only one chip left,

so he was going to have to lose his underpants in the next hand. It was

some relieve that George would lose his underpants first, but Jim and

I would be right behind him.

Kristen began to gather up the cards for the next hand. All I could

think about was I was sitting on the floor in this apartment, in only my

boxers, with four girls I barely knew. Jim and George were in there

underpants, Kristen was in her panties and bra, and Sharon was in her

just her panties, with her round beautiful breast bouncing as she

shifted her weight. Sharon's breasts were causing me an enormous

erection, which forced me to pull my legs up in front of me.

I pushed one of my chips into the pot for my ante, and picked up my

five cards. I had a pair of sixes, and a queen, a nine, and a three. This

was better, but certainly not a winner. Kristen had dealt, so Jim had to

act first. He looked at his hand for a long time, and finally opened by

tossing a chip into the pot. Betty saw the bet, and I tossed my last chip

into the pot. Mary, Bob and Sharon saw the bet. Now it was George's

turn. He had no chips left, and was going to have to take his

underpants off to stay in this hand. He could fold and delay it for a

few minutes. George stared at his cards for a long time, and finally

stood up and looked around. George then tried to pull his jockey

briefs down and sit down in a single movement, just as Sharon had

done earlier with her panties. The only problem is that when the briefs

came off, George's erection popped almost straight out. I heard Betty

whisper "Oh wow." I looked at Mary. She just stared at George, as he

wiggled to try to hide his erection between his legs. Based on what

Charlene had told me, I wondered if Mary had ever seen an erection

before.

Sharon finally reached back and handed George four chips, tossing

the one into the pot. Kristen then tossed one chip into the pot to finish

the first round of betting. Everyone discarded 3 cards, so a pair was

the best that anyone must have had before the draw. I picked up my

three new cards. They were a pair of sevens and a ten, so I now had

two pair, sixes and sevens. Could that be good enough to win the

hand? It was possible, but I doubted it. Then there was the problem

that I had no chips left to bet. I would have to give up my boxers to

find out. Of course, if I folded, I would have to give up my boxers

right after the hand anyway, so it might not make that much

difference.

I looked up at Jim. He was the first to act, and he was staring at his

cards. He didn't have any chips either, so if he was thinking of betting

he was going to have to lose his briefs now too. Suddenly, Jim stood

up, whipped his briefs down and sat back down, using his legs to

cover up his erections. I think everyone but me was studying their

own cards and was caught completely be surprise when Jim did this. I

looked at Mary. She seemed confused. I think see had missed her

chance to get a peek at Jim's equipment.

Sharon looked at Jim. "I take it you want to open," she said. "How

many you want to bet?"

"Just one," said Jim. Sharon tossed one chip in the pot for Jim and

handed the other four to Jim.

Betty then folded. Now it was my turn. "Well how about it Larry? Are

you as bold as Jim?" teased Kristen.

I looked at my two pair. Jim had opened and taken three cards. That

means he must have had a pair of jacks, queens, kings or aces before

the draw. He would not be betting his underpants on one of those

hands. So he must have at least two pair. If one of those pairs was a

jack, queen, king or ace, he had my two pair beat. "I fold," I finally

said.

"Ok Larry," said Mary. "We can wait. I fold too."

Bob looked at Jim and saw the bet. Sharon folded, and so did George.

Kristen immediately saw the bet. "Ok, Jim," she said. "Let's see what

you got."

"Two pair, queens and tens," Jim said nervously, as he spread his

cards.

"Sorry, Jim, three kings," said Kristen, but the smile on Kristen's face

did not indicate she was sorry at all.

"Damn," was all the Jim said, and he began to gather up the cards for

the next hand.

I decided this was my best chance. The boxers were going to have to

come off to get chips to say in the game, and it would be best to do it

now, rather than when everyone was staring at me. I jumped up,

yanked my boxers down to my knees, and sat back down, folding my

legs over the top of my erection.

"Good job, Larry," said Mary, next to me with a big smile on her face.

I don't think I caught her completely be surprise, and she must have

gotten a little eyeful.

I finished pulling my boxers off my legs and tossed them onto the

bank pile. Sharon reached back into the bank box and pulled out five

chips. She got partially up and leaned across the circle of players to

hand me the chips. This gave me another good look at her breasts as I

reached out to accept the chips, and my erection seemed to get even

bigger pushing up on my legs.

Jim was now dealing out the cards, and everyone tossed their one chip

ante into the pot. I picked up my cards. This time I had a pair of twos,

a jack, a six and a four. In most of the hands we had played a pair of

twos would not have been the lowest, so that was good. Should I risk

folding and hope someone else would have a lower hand?

Betty passed, I passed, and Mary and Bob passed. Without taking

another look at her cards, Sharon opened with one chip. She seemed

very sure of herself. George looked at his cards again and saw the bet.

Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his

cards carefully. Obviously, he was thinking about folding. In our

situation, if you had a good enough hand to be sure you would not be

lowest, you might be better off to fold. Jim finally decided to bet and

threw in one chip. Betty quickly bet, and then it was my turn.

Here was my situation. To not be the first one out, I had to make sure

Jim or George ran out of chips before I did. If at the end of a hand, I

had even one chip left and either or both of them had none, then I

would not have to stand up and let the girls examine my private parts

for 10 minutes. I could just sit here, covering up like I was now, and

then put my clothes back on when the 10 minutes was up. At the

beginning of this hand I was one chip ahead of both Jim and George.

Both Jim and George now had two chips left, just enough for one

more hand, if they saw the bet. If I folded right now, and my pair of

twos was not the lowest hand, then I would have four chips left after

this hand. If I saw the bet I would have three chips left after this hand,

still one ahead of Jim and George. Was a pair of twos good enough to

not be the worst hand?

On the positive side, if I did bet, there always was the chance of

getting a killer hand and winning my boxers back. Everyone was

looking at me, so I finally tossed one chip into the pot, since I would

be one chip up on Jim and George anyway. Mary and Bob quickly

saw the bet.

I took three cards, but Mary only took one card and both Bob and

Sharon took two cards. Everyone else took three cards. I picked up a

pair of queens and an eight. Now I had two pair, queens and twos.

Definitely, not the lowest hand, but could it be a winner? Possibly, but

it seem a long shot.

Sharon seemed to like whatever she got in her draw. "I'll open for

five," she said. "Any of you gentlemen with less than five chips, can

go all in, and we will divide the pot."

George immediately folded, looking kind of nervous. Kristen folded.

Jim looked at his hand, shook his head, and folded. Betty folded, and

then it was my turn.

Sharon was much too sure of herself. She had only taken two cards, so

she may have had three of a kind or a pair with an ace kicker. She was

happy with her draw too. So she might have a full house or at least

two pair, with one of them being an ace. In any event, I felt like she

had my two pair, queens and twos, beaten, so I folded.

Mary and Bob folded too. "Ok, show us what you had," said Jim.

Sharon smiled, and laid down four aces. Two or three players howled

in protest almost simultaneously. Everyone spread their cards on the

carpet and looked around to see who had the lowest hand. I wasn't

worried with two pair, but I checked out Jim and George. Jim had two

pair, queens and fours, but George only had a King high. Could that

be the low hand? Then I saw Mary only had a ten high hand. She had

only taken one card. It looked like she had been trying to draw to a

straight, and had not made it. Drawing to a straight or flush was a big

risk in this game, but Mary had lots of clothes left, so she had taken

the chance, and lost.

Mary stood up and started to pull her blouse out of her shirt to take it

off. "Actually, Mary, you have my shoes from the first hand. You

could give them back to me instead of your blouse. Unless, of course,

you would rather give me your blouse," said Sharon.

Mary looked down behind her at Sharon's shoes. "Ok, I'll give you

back your shoes," said Mary.

"Not that they will do me any good," continued Sharon to no one in

particular. "Since Betty had my bra, and I've been sitting here topless

practically the whole game." Sharon sat up straight, pushed her chest

out, wiggled her breast back and fourth a few times. "Have you

enjoyed these boys? Get a good look at them. I think we are going to

get a real good look at your equipment after this hand."

Betty began to gather up the cards for the next hand. As she shuffled

the cards I stared at Sharon's round breasts, but my mind was turning

over what the best strategy would be for this next hand. If one or both

of Jim and George went all in on this hand, then I should just fold

after the draw, and keep my one chip, thus barely escaping being the

big loser. But if both Jim and George folded before the draw, I would

have to consider doing the same. I tossed one of my three remaining

chips into the pot and picked up my cards. I had an ace, a queen, a

four, a three and a two. If I just folded, there was a good chance this

would not be the lowest hand, but could I take that chance. Since

Betty had dealt, I had to act first. I just passed.

"I'll open for one," Mary said. This was good, now George and Jim

had to decide what they were doing before I did.

Bob and Sharon quickly saw the bet. George put his cards down on

the floor and tossed his last chip into the pot. "I'm all in," he

announced.

George had not spent much time thinking about it, so either he had a

very poor hand, or it had not occurred to him that he could fold in this

case.

Kristen saw the bet, and then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his

cards carefully. He was obviously thinking about folding. Finally he

looked up. "Oh well," he said. "This is what you girls are waiting for.

I'm all in too." He tossed his last chip into the pot.

Betty saw the bet, and then it was my turn. Both Jim and George were

all in already, so even if one of them won the hand, the game would

be over this hand. The most important thing now was to make sure I

did not have the lowest hand, so I saw the bet.

Everyone took three cards. I picked up my new cards. They were a

pair of jacks and an ace. This was now my best hand of the night. I

had two pair, aces and jacks. This could be a good enough hand to

win, but then again, it might not be.

Mary, who still had a little pile of chips in front of her, studied her

cards for a long time, and finally opened the betting with one chip.

Bob and Sharon quickly folded. George was, of course all in, so

Sharon reached out and divided the pot, putting Mary's second round

opening bet in a separate pile. Kristen then folded. Jim was all in.

Betty also folded, making it my turn.

The safe thing to do was too fold. Jim or George, and probably both,

would be out of the game after this hand. If I just folded, I would have

one chip left, and I would have escaped the embarrassment of

standing up completely naked in front of these girls. On the other

hand, from the vibes I was getting from Mary, I thought I probably

had her hand beat. Before the draw, Mary must have had a high pair,

jacks, queens, kings, or aces, since she discarded three cards. If she

had gotten three of a kind, I thought she would have bet more than

one, probably five chips given the stack she still had in front of her. If

I was right and the more I thought about it the more sure I became that

I was, I could buy back my boxers from the bank. This would allow

me to cover up for the ten-minute show off period

Then a thought occurred to me. What did George and Jim have? I did

not have any read on what they had. What if one of them beat both

Mary and I. Of course the pot had been split. If I bet my last chip and

George or Jim won the hand, the side pot would still go to either Mary

or myself depending. If I won the side pot, I would still have chips,

and I felt sure I had Mary beat. Everyone was looking at me, so I

picked up my last chip and tossed it into the side pot. "I see the bet," I

said.

Mary looked very surprised. "Come on Mary. It looks we with have a

three man show tonight," bubbled Kristen.

It was beginning to sink in what I had just done. Why was I so stupid

as to risk standing naked in front of four girls on my hunch that I had

Mary beat? Why couldn't I have just played it safe, and folded?

"Well, I don't know Kristen," Mary said, as she spread out her cards.

"I only have a pair of Kings. What do you have Larry?"

A pair of Kings! That was even worse than I had expected. I laid

down my cards. "Two pair, aces and jacks," I said, with a big smile on

my face. "What about Jim and George. What do you have?"

"Not much," Jim said. Apparently he could not beat me. George just

tossed down his cards and did not say anything. I looked at Jim's

hand. It was a king high. George had a queen high. Well, I should not

have wasted my time worrying about their hands. Everyone else put

down their cards, and we looked for the low hand. It was George, with

his queen high. He was already out of the game, so he could not give

me anything for winning the bet.

"Do you want to buy back your underpants, Larry," asked Mary.

"Sure, of course," I replied. Mary gathered up 7 chips and handed

them to Sharon, then got up and grabbed my boxers from the bank

pile and handed them to me. This was very nice of her, since I had a

little problem getting up to get them without showing off as much as

Jim and George were shortly going to have to do. I slipped the boxers

up over my knee, and slid them on without getting up.

Now I felt a little better. I was still sitting in my boxer shorts in a

room with four girls I barely knew, in various stages of undress. All

the tension of the last hand and relief over the game being over had

caused me to forget about Sharon's breasts, which were still on

display over in the kitchenette were Sharon had gone to look for a

timer. My erection had subsided considerably, and I was wondering if

I could standup now without something popping out of my boxers. I

decided to chance it, and got up to stretch my legs.

Kristen and Betty were moving some furniture, apparently to get some

chairs we could sit in for Jim and George's show. Except for a small

stroke of luck, it could have been the Jim, George and Larry show. I

walked over towards the kitchenette and the bathroom. I needed to go

to the bathroom, but the door was closed. Somebody was already

using it. I waited for it to be free. I looked back and saw Jim and

George still sitting on the floor looking at each other and the rest of

us, wondering what was going to happen next.

Finally, Bob came out of the bathroom, which gave me my chance.

After relieving myself I had completely lost my erection, and I felt

safe walking around in my boxers. I just had to avoid looking at

Sharon's bare breast.

"Ok, now listen up," said Sharon. "Jim and George are now going to

provide our entertainment. Come on. Don't be shy. Come and stand

here in the middle of the room, so we can get a good look at you."

Jim and George looked at each other and then slowly stood up. They

had not gotten their erections under control, and the girls started

yelling and making catcalls when Jim and George stood up.

"Come on over here where we can get a better look at you," said

Sharon. Jim and George slowly walked over towards the middle of the

room, their erections bouncing up and down with every step they

took. I looked at Mary face. She loved this. There was a big smile on

her face, and she could not take her eyes off from Jim and George.

Mary got up and walked over closer to Jim. She looked down and

examined Jim very closely. Then she went over to George for a close

look also. Betty got up and joined Mary for a close up inspection.

Then Sharon and Kristen when over to get a closer look.

"Can you guys dance?" asked Sharon. Kristen went over to turn up

the music.

The answer was Jim and George could not dance, at least not buck

naked in front of four girls. They wiggled around and looked silly.

The girls were giggling and Betty got out a dollar bill to wave at Jim.

Jim, however, was not interested in a dollar at this point. Kristen then

suggested that George should get her a soda and glass from the

refrigerator. George compiled, and came back and handed Kristen her

soda and a glass. This gave Kristen the opportunity to check out Jim's

manhood very carefully.

Mercifully the kitchen timer finally went off signaling the end of Jim

and George's ordeal. They both immediately ran to find their

underpants. I was just starting to gather up my clothes, when I noticed

that Jim and George were dressed and pulling on their shoes. They

both left without saying anything to anyone. Jim had come with Betty,

but apparently he was not going to wait for her to leave.

I pulled my pants on and looked around for Mary. She was getting

into her panty hose. I pulled on my shirt and undershirt. I spotted my

shoes, but had to look around for my socks. Mary came up behind me.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"As soon as I find my socks...oh there they are over there," I replied.

I pulled on my socks and shoes. Then Mary and I said good bye to the

others and we started back towards the campus.

"That was a very gusty move, betting everything on that last hand,"

said Mary. "I don't think I would have had the courage to do that."

"I am still not sure why I did it," I replied. "I thought I had you beat,

but still, I could've just played it safe. I could've just sat nude in the

corner while Jim and George tried to dance for you girls, but I wanted

my shorts back and something inside told me I had you beat and to

just go for it".

"And go for it you did," said Mary. "Did you enjoy the game, Larry?"

"Well, I kind of wish I had more clothes on there at the end," I said.

"Well, you did get to see a lot of Sharon," Mary said, "and Kristen

was in her underwear for a long time."

"Yeah, that was ok," I said. "It's just that I expected to do better than

what I did."

"You just didn't get very good cards tonight," Mary said. "From what

I could see, you played very well given the cards that you were

getting. Luck is a big factor in poker. Given that you only have 30

chips to lose for all your clothes, luck will be a big factor in strip

poker. The way most kids play it, luck is the only factor. We wanted

to bring some regular poker skill back into the game to make it more

interesting, but still luck is an important factor. Maybe next game you

will be more lucky."

"Next game?" I said in surprise. I hadn't recovered from this game,

and Mary was already talking about another game. "I don't know. I'm

not sure Sharon and Kristen are going to be all that excited after this

game."

"Oh, Sharon and Kristen understood the risks in playing strip poker,"

replied Mary. "When you play strip poker, somebody is going to get

stripped. No mater how skillful a player you are, it can be you.

Besides, if none of the girls had shown anything, we would probably

have to find all new guys for the next game. Sharon gave you a little

sample of what you might see next game. Chances are a girl will be

the big loser next game, and then you can get a real good look at

somebody."

"Well, you got a pretty good look at me there," I said.

Mary giggled and smiled. "I got a peek at you. I got a good look at

Jim and George."

I stared back at Mary, as we walked along, not quite able to believe

her attitude. "What about Jim and George?" I asked. "I don't think

they are going to want to play again, and if they do, they are going to

be out for revenge."

"I don't know," replied Marry. "Maybe Jim and George will chicken

out, maybe they will come back for revenge. If they chicken out, then

Kristen and Betty will have to find someone else, or maybe Kristen

and Betty will just decide to invite someone else for the next game,

even if Jim and George want to come back for their revenge."

"How about you Larry?" Mary continued. "Are you up for another

game?"

Did Mary like me, or did see just think I was a safe person to bring to

a strip poker game, or maybe just a fun person to play strip poker

against? I was just a scrawny, nerdy looking college freshman, so it

wasn't my fantastic body that made me her strip poker partner of

choice, but I couldn't tell what had.

"I guess so," I replied.

Mary smiled. "Good," she said. "I will let you know if we get another

game organized."