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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."
Continued in Chapter 2

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