Strip poker with my roomie’s GF [MF]

This is important, up front: I was young, and had no appreciation for what I was doing. My morals were clearly lacking. The college years were some time ago and I’m writing out these stories so I don’t lose the memory of them completely, including the ones where I was being a bit of an asshole.

But I meant well.

Okay. Senior year of college I had a sweet arrangement with two other friends where we shared a big house off campus. It wasn’t a bad place, considering it was meant for college students, and we often had people over for drinks and dinner and such.

One of my roommates, Brad, was like me – a little too invested in classes during senior year to have a regular girlfriend. My other roommate, Kyle, however, had been going out with JP for a couple of months. They seemed like two people who had somewhat little interest in each other’s lives but fucked like bunnies whenever they could. Little did I know.

JP was a really fun girl that I actually had known for a couple of years before Kyle even met her. I think we’d have qualified as ‘casual friends’ since we mostly had friends in common, but had hung out together a bit. She was super pretty, short and stacked, with brownish blonde hair that fell toward the small of her back, and a bubble butt that rocked every pair of faded, ripped bluejeans she ever wore. Hey, it was the Eighties, after all.

JP loved to be in the kitchen, and I loved helping her. She and I had a history of being frisky with each other, but meaning nothing of it. She slapped my ass a couple of times when I’d bend over to put something in the oven. While she prepared something at the counter, I’d sneak in behind her and tickle her sides a little, or wrap my arms around her shoulders and press up close against her back. We flirted for sure, but harmlessly.

One night, we planned on dinner for the four of us: me, her, Kyle, and Brad. She was at the sink when I slid in to hug her from behind. This time she tilted her head back and whispered in my ear, “You know, if I wasn’t with Kyle right now…” and started laughing. My mind reeled with the possibilities and I whispered back, “You are such a little tease,” and let her go. She turned toward me and smiled.

“What kind of tease?” and reached out and gave my pecker a quick little pinch through my jeans. Then she slipped past me, smiling and proud of herself, taking a bowl of salad to the table. I can’t imagine what my face looked like, but I’m pretty sure my mouth was gaping.

The four of us gathered for dinner, and had a great time. JP laughed a lot that night and she had a great laugh. She kept asking about some of our mutual friends, and the girls I had dated, and Kyle was clearly getting jealous of the attention she was giving me. We all had been drinking a lot throughout the evening, though, and the mood was light, and we started hunting around for a board game to play.

And then JP suggested we just play cards.

Okay. I only have a handful of talents, honestly. One of them happens to be card games, and I’m especially good at poker. And, unlike, oh, darts or billiards or about a hundred other games I suck at when I’m drunk, I actually play cards better with a few drinks in me. The guys agreed we should play, and we cleared the table.

We just played for chips at first, but after we cleaned JP out of her chips after only a few hands, she looked at me and said (and I swear I’m not making this up!), “Okay, let’s make this interesting.” Then she pulled her shirt off over her head and dropped it on the table. Her boobs were practically spilling out of the sweet little canary yellow lace bra she had on.

I looked over at Kyle, who, sadly, thought all this attention was really about him. He was grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, okay, this will be fun!” And we all agreed to the basic rule: If you’re out of chips and you lose a hand, you strip off a major item of clothing. (None of that “socks” or “earrings” bullshit for us!)

I formulated a little scheme. Believe it or not, I just wanted to get JP naked for the fun of it, but I wasn’t actually looking to mess up things for my roommate. (That would come later.) So I started to play the table a bit, making sure we each lost an item of clothing but first letting JP win her top back. I made sure to lose a hand or two – I lost all my chips, so my shirt came off. Then I took JP’s shirt again. And then Kyle won a hand that made JP strip out of her tight jeans, revealing an adorable pair of white satin panties beneath.

It was then that I excused myself to go hit the bathroom. But while I was in my room, I quickly pulled off my boxers and put on a pair of briefs underneath so I was layered.

When I came back, the next hand had Brad winning pretty easily. Off came Kyle’s shirt, and my pants. And then we all looked at JP, sitting there in her undies.

“Well, okay, then,” and off came her bra. Creamy, soft, magnificent, enormous – Her breasts were the kind that really deserved to be called “knockers.” She had a great set, and now that they were on display, she really made no effort to hide them, arching her back and putting her hands behind her head. Kyle was in heaven – He really loved the fact that she was showing off for his roomies. I stood up then.

“Well, I guess that’s the big show for tonight, gents…” I started to make like I was heading for bed.

“No, no, no,” she pouted. “I’m sitting here in my panties and I think I deserve at least one more hand to get to see your dick.” Kyle arched an eyebrow at that, but otherwise seemed okay, so I smiled and settled my ass back down.

The next hand, Brad also won, and then we all took a good long look at each other. Kyle’s jeans came off so he was sitting in his tighty whities. Then JP and I looked at each other across the table, her in just her panties, and me in “just” my boxers. She narrowed her eyes in a display of fake hostility, smile on her lips. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “We do this together, okay?”

I stood up and put my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. “Okay, we both go on three.” Brad and Kyle helped us count, “One, two, three!”

And she peeled off her panties to reveal her cute little blond bush.

And I pulled down my boxers… to reveal my black briefs underneath! “Good night, everybody!”

Brad and Kyle started laughing and I blew JP a kiss before running back to my room, her yelling obscenities at me the entire way.

…

Okay, that would be a funny way to end this tale, but it’s absolutely not the whole story. For that, we have to jump to about three or four days later.

One morning, Kyle had to get to class pretty early, and Brad had work, and that left me in the house by myself.

Or so I thought.

Still in bed, and about ten minutes after I heard the door close for the second time, I was starting to come to life. I lit a cigarette and opened a book, propped up against the headboard with just a sheet pulled up around my waist. Since I thought I was alone, I was a little surprised at the knock on my door.

“Hey sleepyhead,” JP said sweetly, “you want some coffee?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, and with that, she opened the door and came into my room with two steaming cups. I guess JP must have just been a morning person, but for someone who just woke up in my roomie’s bed, she looked kind of fantastic. I remember her hair was falling across her face a bit, and she was wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung off of one shoulder. I couldn’t tell whether she had anything on underneath, but her nipples were clearly poking up against the soft cotton fabric. She slid onto the end of the bed, handed me my coffee, and sat cross-legged opposite me.

We talked a bit and I remember we just kind of had an excellent conversation, a little about school and our jobs, but then about the kind of people we were looking for in life. She admitted to me that Kyle was a stopgap at best, and kind of a bore, and that she was still very much exploring the kinds of men she liked. I talked about my last failed relationship, and how the sex had been the main thing that kept us tight.

Her eyes started to light up a bit as we shifted into sex talk. “Yeah, I think Kyle and I have sort of run our course sexually. He doesn’t really want to try new things – Doing me doggie style actually seems to bother him.”

I flushed and then laughed a bit. “Yeah,” I said, “Kyle is an old school feminist. He’s actually talked about that with me a few months ago – Says that position was invented to degrade women in bed.”

“Degrade me?” Her eyes went big. “Shit, that position is where I get the deepest penetration. It’s my favorite, and when I push my ass up at him, he tries to move me to another position instead of just fucking me.”

I was nude under my bedsheet and the circumstances of having a beautiful woman sitting close to me, talking about how she likes it from behind was starting to have a pretty obvious effect on me. I don’t know if she noticed, really, but she kept right on talking.

“Kyle always tries to be slow and tender, and I like that too, but sometimes a girl just needs to be dicked hard and deep.”

I cleared my throat a bit. “Hey, I told him he should relax about it, that if a girl wanted things a certain way, why not, right?”

“I just need a good fuck,” she replied. JP looked into my eyes right then like she was looking into my filthy soul. “Don’t you like giving a girl a nice hard fuck once in a while?”

I decided in my head, okay, fuck it. Kyle or no Kyle, this was about to happen.

I sat forward, cupped her face in my hands and started to kiss her hard. She grabbed at my swollen cock under the bedsheet and that got us kickstarted, kissing each other deeply and running our hands all over each other. She turned around, pulled her t-shirt off over her head, peeled down her panties, and thrust her perfect bubble butt up at me. “Just fuck me hard,” she begged in a little girl’s voice. “I need to be fucked.”

I slid straight into her and she felt glorious, slick and tight. I proceeded to take very deep, long, rhythmic strokes. The sound of me slapping against her sweet ass filled the room, as did her soft panting, breathily whispering, “Fuck me, baby.”

I could feel we were getting full penetration – the head of my cock brushing against her cervix on each stroke. “God, yes,” she cried out. I felt her hips start to buck under my hands, with her meeting me stroke for stroke. Our rhythm started to quicken, and she shook her head like she was trying to clear it of thoughts, and then she quivered and cried out sharply as she came. Her climax felt like it lasted for minutes, with her smooth ass quaking under me, my rock hard rod inside her.

I whispered, “Dude. Sorry, Kyle,” and JP replied with a raspy, “Who?”

I sped up my thrusts even more then, and she bucked against me, and it wasn’t long before I came deep inside that warm soft pussy.

With no one else in the house, we proceeded to enjoy the rest of the day together. We ate cereal in bed. Then she blew me on the couch, and I ate her out on the kitchen table. I bent her over a chair and fucked her like an animal in heat, and then she pushed me onto the carpet and rode me like a bronco. JP was an amazing lay. She would call out my name and tell me how dirty she wanted to be fucked, and then she would climax with a deep, shuddering orgasm that I could feel in my toes. She loved it messy and was the first girl to ever beg me to shoot my load all over her face, and I did.

We spent an amazing day eating leftover pizza for lunch and fucking in almost every room of that house except one. About the only place we didn’t do it was Kyle’s room – That, honestly, felt like a step over the line.

JP actually stayed with Kyle for another week before they broke it off. Neither she nor I ever told him about the hookup. We got together just a few other times at her place, but she genuinely had started looking for her next big adventure, and I felt guilty enough from the first time, believe it or not, so neither of us pursued the relationship. Kyle was actually a pretty good friend, and I held onto that guilt for some time. But looking back now, it’s really hard for me to feel anything other than happiness at the memory of that day with JP. Those are rare enough in any man’s life.

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