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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, AND MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF CONSENTUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR THE STATE OR COUNTRY IN WHICH YOU RESIDE PROHIBITS SUCH MATERIAL, THEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS STORY IS EROTIC FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT NECESSAARILY CONDONE OR ENDORSE THE BEHAVIOR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR TO ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

By MikeCA (mikeca42@hotmail.com)
@(C) Copyright 2002 by MikeCA, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access.

I had just moved to LA to start my post doc at the university. After arriving in town, I had spend several days looking at apartments, before finally picking a one bedroom apartment in a small relatively new building about seven miles away from the university. Everything closer to campus was already rented, too expensive or looked like a dump. Having spent eight years at Midwestern colleges, seven miles seemed to me like a long way from campus, but this was LA. Most people lived twenty miles from their work.
A few days after I moved in, as I left for work I saw two girls carrying stuff in from their car. I guessed they were moving in also. As a post doc you don't have to keep any fixed work hours and this looked like an excellent chance to meet some nice looking girls, so I offered to help carry things for them. They quickly agreed, and I spent the next forty-five minutes carry things from their car to a second floor apartment.
It turned out the girls were first year graduate students at the university. They were also from the Midwest, although they had gone to different schools than I had.
Sally was a short girl with relatively short reddish brown hair. Jennifer was slightly taller and had long light brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. Both girls were your typical Midwestern college girls. They weren't knockout movie star material, just good- looking co-eds.
After carrying the last box up the stairs to their apartment, I was slightly out of breath from the unexpected morning exercise. As I paused to catch my breath, I decided this was my chance to make a move.
"Say, if you girls don't have any plans, I'm new in town too, so why don't we go out to dinner tonight?" I asked.
Sally looked at Jennifer, then surged her shoulders.
"We don't know anyone here," Sally said. "Yeah, sounds good Mike. What time?"
"How about I pick you up at 6:30," I said.
"Ok," Sally said. "We'll be expecting you."
As I drove to my office at the University I felt great. I had only been here a few days and I had already met some nice girls. At lunch hour I asked several of department secretaries what was a good restaurant that was not too expensive. They recommended a couple of different places, depending on what kind of food I wanted.
When I got back home, however, I found a note taped to my door. It was from Sally and it said they had found out there was a meeting for all English grad students tonight, and they couldn't make dinner. However, they said they were having a housewarming party Friday night, and I was invited. My hopes had been dashed, but at least I had a party to go to the next night at 7 PM.
The following evening I waited until 7:30 before I knocked on the girls' door with a bottle of wine in my hand. Jennifer answered the door and let me in. She took my bottle of wine away to the kitchen. The apartment already seemed crowded. For two girls who had just arrived in LA, and didn't know anyone, they had made a lot of friends in two days.
After an hour of chatting with the people at the party, I quickly realized it was mostly English graduate students and their boyfriends or girlfriends. Apparently, Sally and Jennifer had met most of the English grad students last night and invited all of them to this party.
Since I didn't have to worry about driving home, I consumed more wine than I usually would at a party. As the party wound down I was feeling pretty good. I had gotten the phone numbers of two other English grad students. At around 12:30 AM several people left in a group and the only remaining guest besides myself were Kat, her boyfriend Jack, Joan, George, and Denise. Kat, George and Denise were all English grad students. I assumed Joan was George's girlfriend. Kat and Jack had both been drinking quite a bit, but they only lived a few blocks away, and had walked to the party. Everyone else looked like they were feeling no pain too, but I didn't know if any of them had to drive home or not.
Jennifer went to make some coffee for everyone.
"We should play some game," Jack said. "How about charades?"
"How about strip poker," I said as a joke.
"Good idea," said Jack. "Are you girls up for it?"
"Definitely not," said Joan looking sternly at George to make sure he would support her.
"I meant that as a joke," I said. "I wasn't serious."
"Your not chickening out on us now are you Mike?" said Sally.
"Nobody's chickening out, he just meant it as a joke," said George.
The conversation quickly moved on, and after a cup of coffee, Joan and George began to collect their things to leave. It looked the party was over, so I thanked Jennifer and Sally and said my good byes too. I just walked down the outside stairs and into my apartment.
I was feeling pretty good, but it was late so I started to get undressed for bed. Just as I was pulling off my pants, the doorbell buzzed. I couldn't imagine who could be at the door this late, but I pulled my pants back on and went to the door. Peaking out the little fishy eye lens, I could see it was Jennifer. My heart jumped. I had never had a girl come knocking on my door at this hour of the night, but I figured I must of left something at the party.
I opened the door. "Hi Jennifer, did I forget something?" I asked.
Jennifer smiled. "No," she said. "We were just wondering if you were serious about playing strip poker."
I didn't know what to say. Jennifer was so sweet, and her hair flowed over her shoulders down to the big bulges in her tight sweater. I was starting to imagine what she would look like with out clothes.
"Ye...,yes," I finally stammered.
"Good," Jennifer smiled. "You do understand it is just strip poker. Loser stays naked for 15 minutes and serves drinks. Nothing else?"
I had been hoping for something else, but I was starting to get a bulge in my shorts just thinking about what these girls would look like naked.
"Sure," I lied. "That's all I had in mind."
"Great," Jennifer said. "Sally, Kat, Jack and Denise all liked the idea, but with 4 girls and only one guy, it wasn't going to me much fun for us girls."
I thought for a second. "But it's still going to be 4 girls and 2 guys," I said. I was starting to like this idea even better.
"Well, that's better than four to one," Jennifer replied.
"I guess I better get my clothes back on," I said.
"Oh, yea," Jennifer laughed. "You are only allowed eight pieces of clothes, so you can't wear 2 or 3 sets of underwear."
I hadn't thought of that, but Jennifer was beginning to sound like she had played this game before.
I let Jennifer into my living room to wait while I changed in the bedroom. When I came out I asked, "How did you come up with the eight piece rule?"
"Oh, it was Jack's idea," Jennifer said. "I think Kat and Jack have played this quit a bit."
When we got back up to Jennifer and Sally's apartment, Jack explained the rest of the rules. I had only played strip poker a couple of times, but this was completely different.
Rather than playing standard 5-card draw poker, they were going to play a simplified form. Everyone would be dealt 5 cards, then there would be a betting round, but instead of discarding, everyone still in the hand would be dealt 2 more cards. You had to make the best 5-card poker hand from your seven cards, and there was another betting round. This eliminated deciding which cards to discard, which some of the girls thought gave the guys an advantage.
Jack went on to explain the betting. Since this was strip poker and we only had eight pieces of clothes, the betting rules were changed from standard poker. Everyone had to ante one piece of clothes each hand, but it was ok for everyone to pass. If everyone passed on both betting rounds, then everyone showed down their hands, and the best one won. The maximum bet in each round was just one piece of clothes, so the most you could lose on a single hand was three pieces of clothes.
The winner each hand got all the clothes from the losers, and could use them to pay off bets in future hands. Jack explained that the way he usually played it, you had to take an item off to bet it, but the girls had insisted you only had to take it off when you lost the hand, so that was the rule we were going to use.
Jack sounded like he had played strip poker a lot. I had played poker some, but I wondered if what I knew about 5-card draw poker would apply to these strange rules. I wasn't very worried. I figured some the girls really didn't know what they were doing so it should be easy to beat them.
We all found seats on the floor around the coffee table and Jack dealt out the first hand. I got a pair of sixes and some ace high junk. Not a real good looking hand, but if I could pick up another six or another ace, it might be ok.
Jennifer was sitting to the right of Jack. "I'm betting one," Jennifer announced.
What did she have? Did sweet little Jennifer know anything about playing poker?
Denise folded.
I thought about calling Jennifer's bet, but decided I had to give her some credit for knowing what she was doing, so I folded.
Sally folded too, but Kat and Jack both called the bet.
After the three of them got their 2 additional cards, Jennifer bet again, and Kat and Jack both called. Jennifer had two pair, queens and eight's, Jack had a higher two pair, Aces and queens, but Kat won the hand with a heart flush. Clearly folding had been the right decision.
Everyone took off their losses and handed them to Kat. Fortunately, I had folded and had just lost one shoe. Jennifer and Jack had lost both shoes and a sock.
Jennifer dealt the next hand. This time I got a pair of queens. This was better, but I needed a third queen or another pair for any hope of winning.
This time everyone passed. Perhaps the idea of losing three more pieces of clothes had made people more cautious.
Everyone got their two additional cards, and I found I now had a pair of eight's also. This was a pretty good hand. In fact it was the same hand Jennifer had just lost 3 pieces of clothes with, so I needed to be careful.
Everyone passed around to Jennifer. "I'm betting one," Jennifer said with a confident smile.
What did she have this time? If she lost 2 pieces on this hand, she was going to have to show something. Would she bet again on a hand that was worse than the one she had just lost with? I wanted to get a better look at what was under that sweater, but I should be careful.
Denise folded again. Against my better judgement I called Jennifer's bet. After all it was only a sock I was betting, at least that is how I justified it.
Sally called too, and Jack and Kat both folded.
"Three nines," Jennifer announced proudly as spread her cards on the coffee table.
I knew I should not have called her bet. I cursed my stupidity for calling her bet when my instincts told me I was beat. I forced a smile as I took off my other shoe and sock and handed it over to Jennifer.
I looked around the room. The four of us who had not won a hand yet were rapidly running out of shoes and socks. I needed to win a hand quickly, or I was going to start losing some important clothes. So far the girls had not been pushovers, so I was going to have to concentrate and be careful.
Denise dealt the next hand. Everyone passed on the first betting round, and I ended up with a pair of jacks. I folded after Jack bet, but Denise called Jack's bet. Jack had a flush, and poor Denise only had two pair.
That hand cost me my last sock. Denise lost her two socks and Sally lost her last sock. All three of us needed to win this next hand, or we were going to have to show a little something. As I looked around the coffee table, it was clear that Denise was somewhat upset about her losses, but Sally did not seem the least bit worried.
I dealt the next hand, and ended up with two pair, queens and nines. Another hand that had a slim chance of winning but was more likely to cost a lot if I tried to push it. I was hoping no one bet, because I did not want to lose two pieces on this hand.
Everyone passed to Jennifer, who picked up somebody's shoe and dropped it on the table. "I'm betting one," she smiled.
Denise immediately folded, and I was left staring at Jennifer. Did she really have something this time? Was it just her big pile of other people's shoes and socks that made her bet?
I decided I could not risk both my shirt and pants to find out and folded. Everyone else folded, and Jennifer flipped over her cards. She had two pair, aces and jacks.
As I unbuttoned my shirt and handed it over to Jennifer, I was relieved that I had only lost my shirt.
Sally and Denise had also lost their blouses, and I could now see their white bras. Sally had fairly large breasts, while Denise had smaller breast that looked like they really didn't need a bra to support them. Sally was sitting to my right and Denise to my left, so I could not stare at them without being obvious. I wished they were sitting opposite me.
Sally dealt the next hand, and this time I really had nothing. After the draw, Jennifer bet again. Could she have yet another good hand? I didn't find out, because everyone folded and this time Jack stopped her from showing her cards.
"When you bet, and no one calls your bet," Jack said. "You don't need to show your cards. Keep them guessing as to what you had."
"Oh," Jennifer said. "I thought I had to show them."
This hand had cost me my pants. I stood up and unfastened my pants and pulled them down.
"Hey there Mike," Kat teased. "What's that bulge in your shorts there."
I handed my pants to Jennifer and sat down as quickly as I could. Both Sally and Denise had also lost their jeans and were wiggling out of them. Sally had on some nice dark red panties with a flower pattern. Denise had rather plain white cotton panties.
Denise must have sensed that I was staring at her simple panties.
"If I had know we were going to play strip poker, I would have worn my best underwear," Denise said, as she sat down.
Kat dealt out the next hand. I picked up my five cards and looked at them. They were all clubs! I had an ace high flush. I could not believe my good luck, and I needed it right now!
I thought about raising before the draw, but I was only wearing two pieces of clothes, one of which had already been bet as the ante for this hand, so I just passed.
My two new cards didn't improve my hand, but that was ok.
Just like clockwork, Jennifer bet again. I was now pretty sure she didn't really have anything, certainly not anything that could beat my hand.
Much to my surprise, Denise called Jennifer bet. What did Denise have? After I won this hand, she was going to be naked, and the game would be over. Of course, she probably would have been naked anyway after the next hand, so it didn't make that much difference. Sally was losing her bra for sure too.
I confidently called the bet and everyone else folded.
I spread my cards out on the table. "Flush, ace high," I said.
"Damn," Denise muttered as she dropped her cards on the table.
I looked up at Jennifer, and she was still smiling. "Full house, sevens over aces," Jennifer said.
"What?" I asked. I'd lost. How was that possible? Jennifer could not keep getting good hands all the time?
I looked down the table at Jennifer's cards. She had three sevens and two aces.
"Well, it looks like we both lost," Denise said.
"Come on Mike, this game was your idea," laughed Jennifer. "Now that you have lost, show us what you got there."
Kat and Sally were both giggling as they looked down at my shorts.
"Well, isn't it ladies first?" I asked looking at Denise.
"Not in this case," Denise replied. "You go first."
"Oh, come on you guys," Sally said as she unfastened her bra. She let her bra slide down her arms and her large breasts flopped free against her chest. Sally tossed her bra over the coffee table at Jennifer. "There," she said. "That wasn't so hard."
Something was clearly getting hard in my shorts. I pulled off my undershirt and threw it at Jennifer. She caught it easily as Kat applauded. I pulled my behind off the floor enough to pull my shorts down to my thighs then threaded them off my legs. I quickly tried to pull my legs up in front of me to cover up my erections, but everyone had already seen it, and Sally and Denise on either side of me were starring right at it.
"Come on, Mike," Jennifer said. "Stand up and show it too us like a man."
I looked around the table. Kat and Jennifer had big smiles on their face. They were enjoying this. Even Sally, sitting there topless, was smiling. Denise was clearly apprehensive, but was faintly smiling too.
I slowly pulled myself to my feet, by member sticking straight out. Now I'm pretty much an average size guy, but Jennifer and Kat both cheered as I stood up, which at least made me feel a little better.
"Ok, Denise," I said. "I think it's your turn."
Denise looked up at me and my equipment, then smiled and stood up too. She quickly reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She tossed it across the table in Jennifer's direction. Then she pushed her panties down and quickly stepped out of them. Denise had a neatly trimmed bush that was just a narrow strip of curly brown hair.
"Ta da," Denise said, as she spread her arms out. "Now you have seen all of me."
"Ok," Jack said. "Now, Denise, could you get me a coke or something to drink?"
"Somebody, start a timer," Denise said. "I'm only doing this for 15 minutes, like we said."
"Mike, I want a diet coke," said Jennifer.
"Get me one too, Mike" said Kat.
"I'd like some orange juice," said Sally.
Jennifer got a kitchen timer and set it for 15 minutes as Denise and I went to kitchen to get everyone his or her drinks.
I brought Jennifer her drink.
"Thank you, Mike," she said, smiling as she starred right at my rock hard dick.
As I handed Kat her drink, she reached out and squeezed my balls.
"Hey," I protested. "No touching."
"It was just instinct," Kat said. "I always do that when a guy sticks his dick in my face."
Jennifer and Sally both broke out in laugher. Even Jack and Denise were chucking at this.
After all the girls had me get them another drink, even though they hadn't touched the first one I brought them, there still was a few minutes left.
"Mike, how about some naked jumping jacks," asked Kat.
"That wasn't part of the deal," I protested.
"Oh, come on," said Jennifer. "I always wanted to see what happens when a naked guy does jumping jacks."
"If you do one minute of jumping jacks, we'll let you have your clothes back," said Kat.
"But I'm getting my clothes back in a few minutes anyway," I said.
"Who said anything about getting your clothes back," laughed Kat. "We just said you had to stay naked for 15 minutes. After the 15 minutes are up, where you get the clothes from is your problem."
"We'll give you your keys, and wallet," said Jennifer. "And it's just a short run down to your apartment."
"But..., but that wasn't part of the game," I protested.
"It's strip poker, Mike," said Jennifer. "You lose your clothes, they're gone. At this time of night probably no one will notice you running down stairs naked."
"What about Denise?" I asked. "Is she going to run home naked too."
"Definitely not," said Denise. "But I'll do one minute of jumping jacks. Somebody set the timer."
The timer wasn't that accurate so, Jack agreed to time one minute on his watch. If you have ever wondered what happens when a naked guy with an erection does jumping jacks, the answer is his dick bounces up and down. I would have thought that was pretty obvious, but the girls all cheered my bouncing dick.
Denise's perky breasts bounced up and down too, as she did her jumping jacks beside me, but I could not fully appreciate the view.
After what seemed like two minutes, Jack finally said the minute was up and I stopped. Jennifer and Kat were both cheering loudly. Jennifer picked out Denise's bra and panties and tossed them to her. I had to go pick mine out the pile of shoes and socks that people dumped on the table.
I dressed as quickly as I could, and when I had found my last shoe, I decided it was time to leave.
"Well..." I said, looking at Jennifer. "Maybe next time I'll have better luck."
"You were a good sport anyway," said Kat.
"Yeah, and thank you for the naked jumping jacks," added Jennifer with a big smile.
I left first and walked quickly down to my own apartment again. Things had not worked out anything like what I had hoped. I was standing in the living room going over the game in my head trying to figure where I had gone wrong when the doorbell buzzed again.
I opened the door without looking and there was Jennifer again. She smiled at me.
"You were such a good sport tonight, Mike," Jennifer said. "And I couldn't help but see that you had a... a problem there, a big problem actually." Jennifer broke into a big smile. "Maybe I can do something about it."
How could I refuse an offer like that? I invited Jennifer in. As soon as the door was closed, she kissed me on the cheek and ran her hands over my crotch.
She pushed me into a big chair, then started to unfasten my pants. I helped her and she pulled them down my legs. Then I lifted my behind and let her pull my shorts off. My dick was rock hard again and she immediately started to lick the shaft of my cock.
I watched my dick disappear into her mouth, and I felt it sliding smoothly over her tongue. She never took my dick very far back in her mouth, but she ran her tongue around the head and then settled into a smooth rhythm running the head of my cock smoothly over her tongue. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, as her long hair flowed down onto my thighs.
In my current state of excitement, it only took a minute before I exploded in her mouth. This clearly wasn't the first time Jennifer had done this, as she kept going until I pushed head away.
As I lay back in the chair recovering from the orgasm, Jennifer stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I got to get back now. Sally will wonder what happened to me. I'll just let myself out."
"Hey," I said as Jennifer headed for the door. "Can I see you again?"
Jennifer turned and smiled back at me.
"Maybe," she said as slipped out the door.
As any five-year-old knows, 'maybe' means no, but I stupidly held out hope that just maybe, in this case, it meant yes. As things turned out, Jennifer quickly found some other boyfriend, and I never went out with her again. I did date another one of the English grad students I had met at the party that night for a while, but someone had told all the English grad students about the game that night. I had to live with people, sometimes almost total strangers, teasing me about doing jumping jacks. Thankfully, my post doc was only for one year, and once I left the university, the subject never came up again.

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