Date:          February 2004
Title:         Strip Poker
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2004. All rights reserved.

Summary:       Only partly dressed, I find myself in a dorm room playing 
               strip poker with three girls and two boys I barely know.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Strip Poker


I found myself sitting in my boxer shorts and undershirt in a dorm room 
with thee girls and two boys I barely knew. We sat in alternating boy-girl 
position around a glass-topped table, in various stages of undress, and in 
full view of each other.
     "Everyone ante," the girl next to me said. Later on I figured out her 
name was Helen. She was a tall slender blonde, and every bit as beautiful 
as any model. We all tossed a chip in the middle as she dealt out five 
cards. Then I realized that I was in the middle of a strip poker game!
     Apparently I'd already lost most of my clothes, and I tried to check 
out how many chips and clothes everyone had. I also quickly figured out 
that you could lose an article of clothing in two ways, by having the 
lowest hand or by losing your chips.
     "Raise another two against my bra," the short-haired brunette in front 
of me said. She rolled her eyes and blew a big bubble with her gum. Her 
name was Lisa, and she resembled a typical California beach girl.
     I realized that I was suffering from an apparent cash flow problem. It 
would take my undershirt to continue, so not being completely stupid, I 
folded (hoping somebody else had a lower hand).
     The girl on my right side named Cathy would have to remove her dress 
to meet the bet. She didn't want to take the risk either, and folded too. 
Walt and Doug, my male companions, both saw the bet. Helen joined them, and 
Lisa laid out her hand: two Kings and two Queens.
     Too bad, watching my neighbor's full house. Lisa first opened her 
mouth like she was about to say something, but then shut it and shook her 
head. Her cheeks were beginning to get a little flush. Taking the 
consequences of her bet into account, she unhooked her bra, which latched 
in front rather than the back. Her breasts were actually quite large, and 
they immediately sagged a bit under their rather heavy weight.
     "Do you like what you see, boys?" she asked, not making an obvious 
attempt to hide anything.
     I stared at her, almost in awe. A mystifying fragrance seemed to come 
from between her breasts. Now I realized that strip poker really was a 
teasing game!
     "By the way, who lost this hand?" Lisa continued.
     We all spread our cards out. As I lay down my King high I searched 
anxiously for a lower hand. But in the end it turned out that is was me 
having the lowest hand!
     I had to take off my undershirt, leaving me only in my boxers. In 
order to save my face I removed my undershirt with great flare, exposing my 
milky white chest and the hair on back.
     "Hey girls, look at that! We have a hairy guy tonight," Lisa cried out.
     Despite my discomfort I recognized the twinkle in her eyes. She was 
enjoying this! The danger of losing her clothes, the excitement of watching 
others slowly strip in front of her.

The next few hands were played with caution, no one willing to risk much. 
However, the constant drain of the ante combined with small losses, had 
left both Helen and Walt in their underwear.
     Since Cathy had dealt, I had to act first. I picked up my cards and my 
heart sank. This was one of the worst hands I had ever seen. I really 
needed to improve this hand in the draw, or I was in big trouble. Gears 
whirled in my mind as I passed.
     "I open for three," Helen said, trying to sound very confident.
     Without the slightest hesitation Doug answered, "I'll see that and 
raise you five."
     "And I'll raise you two," smiled Lisa. Obviously she had a good hand.
     "I'll see the bet," Walt said as he pulled his shirt over his head. He 
showed off a washboard stomach and a hairless chest, and received a 
well-meant applause from the girls. 
     Now it was Cathy's turn. Still having her clothes on (she had almost 
folded on every hand, losing only her shoes), she stood up, unzipped her 
dress, and let it drop to the floor, revealing a black lacy bra and a 
half-slip. "I'm in," she almost whispered.
     Things were really desperate now. I was pretty sure I would end up 
with the lowest hand and lose my boxer short anyhow. Then, in a moment of 
mental derangement, I decided to go for it. I stood up, closed my eyes and 
pushed my shorts down. Sporting a semi-erection the girls gave me no mercy. 
They high-fived each other and broke into a chorus of giggles. I could feel 
the burn on my cheeks, but I made no real effort to hide my member.
     I discarded three cards, but left them face down on the table. I first 
wanted to closely study their faces, looking for any signs of nervousness.
     Helen took two cards, which might mean she had three of a kind, but it 
could also mean she had a pair and an ace kicker, or maybe just three high 
cards. 
     Walt exchanged only one card, which probably meant he had two pair. 
Would he take the risk to lose his underpants?
     Now it was Lisa's turn. She discarded two cards and smiled to hide her 
thoughts. She was much too sure of herself. Did she have a full house now? 
Or had she drawn to a straight or a flush?
     Then I looked at Doug. He was confident, too confident. He had also 
taken two cards. Did he have three of something? Or maybe even four of a 
kind?
     That left Cathy. Did she have another sure winner or was she just 
trying to use her big stack of chips to bluff everyone off the pot?
     But the draw didn't make anyone overjoyed, I concluded. Luck was of 
course a big factor in poker. It took another minute before I found the 
courage to pick up my cards. To my own surprise I peeked at a straight 
flush! A shiver of excitement ran down my spine.
     "I pass," I said, trying not to give away my hand with my voice.
     Helen seemed frozen, not sure what to do. She did a mental 
calculation, then passed too. Doug raised one, obviously trying to play it 
cool. Then I glanced at Lisa, and our eyes connected for a moment. I 
noticed her secret little smile, and she knew she had hesitated just a 
split second too long. I suppressed a grin as she folded.
     Walt also bet his underpants to win this hand. He was very well 
endowed and this clearly impressed the girls.
     "Size matters," Cathy whispered, and tossed her cards down. "I fold 
too."
     This was the moment of truth.
     "A straight flush," I announced, and proudly spread my cards out.
     There were several gasps of surprise. With a chorus of groans the 
others threw in their hands, except for Helen. And if she lost, the game 
was over, and she was the big loser. 
     Awareness slowly crept up on Helen. There was panic in her eyes as she 
dropped her cards face up on the table. It looked like she had been trying 
to draw to a royal straight, and had not made it. She flushed all the way 
back to her ears. And it went even worse. It also turned out that she had 
the lowest hand with only a Queen high.
     Her hands visible shook as she stood facing everyone, swallowing a 
lump in her throat. She probably hesitated out of embarrassment. Her face 
was fiery red.
     "It's not the end of the world," Lisa encouraged her.
     Helen, again blushing ferociously, sighed, "I guess you're right."
     Making a silly face, she stood up and walked over towards the middle 
of the room.
     "This is what you came for boys. If I were you I would enjoy the whole 
minute," she said, and activated an egg-shaped kitchen timer.
     Slowly she unfastened her bra and dragged her panties down her thighs, 
revealing a pair of medium sized breasts and a neatly trimmed bush. Nothing 
to be ashamed of, we all agreed, as Helen stood au natural near the center 
of the room. While admiring her naked body, I had to move my legs in order 
to hide my excitement. After a worthwhile minute, the kitchen timer finally 
went off signaling the end of Helen's ordeal. Suddenly the room was filled 
with nude and semi-clothed people scrambling to find their things. Okay, 
game over. Turn off the lights.


P.S. I don't know if I can face those people again, but it had at least 
been a night of great discovery for me.



The End




----- This work is copyright (C) Jeroen Verbeek, 2004, all rights reserved -----