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"Well... Jill's idea of tying you to the bed sounded interesting, but... I figured... we could practice some more..."
"I thought that's what you'd ask for," Mary said with a smile. "Let's get your pants off."
Mary reached down and unzipped my jeans. I quickly took my shoes off and slipped off my jeans and jockey briefs. My erection stood straight out pointing at Mary, and she grabbed the shaft with her hand and stroked it slowly back and forth a few times.
"Let's get on the bed," I said.
I pulled off my shirt and lay down on the bed. Mary crawled on the bed and reached out with her hands to grab the shaft again and began to slowly massage it up and down. She reached out with her tongue and ran it up the underside from the base to the tip. Mary looked up and as her eyes met mine she smiled. Then she took my whole member into her mouth and began to move her head up and down. Mary's lips massaged the shaft and her tongue side back and forth on the sensitive underside of the head.
Having spent the last several hours playing strip poker with several young ladies, it did not take long for this stimulation to produce its intended result. I tried to hold back as long as I could, but I exploded in Mary mouth. This time Mary just kept going, her head moving up and down and her tongue sliding along under the head as I shot load after load into her throat.
Finally I pulled her head off because I had become too sensitive for this much stimulation. Mary swallowed with a funny expression on her face that made me believe this was not the tastiest thing Mary had ingested that day. Then she cleared her throat and smiled at me.
"Was that better?" she asked.
I was still in a daze, but I smiled back at Mary.
"Yeah...that was great."
Mary pulled a towel out of a draw and handed it to me to clean up and dry myself off.
"I'm going to run down and rinse my mouth," Mary said. At the door she paused and looked back at me. "I hope you're not offended?"
"No. No. Not at all."
I found my underpants and started to get dressed. By the time Mary got back, I had my pants on and was just pulling my shirt over my head.
"I saw Sally down the hall," Mary said. "She said Carrie went over to Fred's dorm to try to make up for shoving him out the door without his clothes."
"How is she going to make up for that?"
"Oh...I'm sure she'll think of something to massage Fred's ego."
"Maybe she'll massage something other than his ego," I said sarcastically. We both laughed at that idea.
Mary walked over to one of the desks, pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me.
"Here's Beth's Bible. Can you show me those dirty parts you mentioned this afternoon."
"Hmm. The New King James Version," I said. "Haven't seen this version before."
"Does that make a difference?" Mary asked.
"No. It shouldn't," I said as I opened the bible and thumbed past the Psalms, Proverbs and Ecclesiastes to The Song of Solomon.
"Here is The Song of Solomon. It's not very long, but it's really amazing. I don't know how it every got into the Bible."
"What's it about?"
"Well... it's a love song or poem. The language is real flowery and hard to understand, but I think the basic story is about a young girl who is put into King Solomon's harem, but really loves another young man, a shepherd."
"Ah. The eternal love triangle," said Mary.
"Yeah, basically that's it, but it's got all this semi-explicit stuff you'd never expect to find in the Bible. See how it starts."
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth-For your love is better than wine.
"That is sort of weird," said Mary.
"Over here is one of those weird passages. Listen to this."
By night on my bed I sought the one I loved;I sought him, but did not find him."I will rise now," I said."And go about the city;In the streets and in the squaresI will seek the one I love."I sought him, but I did not find him.The watchmen who go about the city found me.To whom I said:"Have you seen the one I love?"
Scarcely had I passed by them,When I found the one I love.I held him and would not let him go,Until I had brought him to the house of my mother,And into the chamber of her who conceived me.
"What does all that mean?" asked Mary.
"Well, she wakes up in the middle of the night and runs around the city looking for her boyfriend. She finds him and drags him back to her house and into her mother's bedroom. Just to make sure you get the drift of what's going on, they call it the chamber of her who conceived me."
"What do they do? Is her mother there too?"
"Well, it doesn't really say. It just continues like this"
I charge you, O daughter of Jerusalem,By the gazelles or by the does of the fieldDo not stir up nor awaken loveUntil it pleases.
"Oh, I think I know what that means," Mary said.
"It means that girls shouldn't be teases."
"It means you shouldn't play strip poker with boys unless your willing to do them some little favors afterwards," laughed Mary.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Oh... here is the really good part over in chapter 5."
I sleep, but my heart is awake;It is the voice of my beloved?He knocks, saying,"Open for me, my sister, my love,My dove, my perfect one;For my head is covered with dew,My locks with the drops of the night."
I have taken off my robe;How can I put it on again?I have washed my feet;How can I defile them?My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door,And my heart yearned for him.I arose to open for my beloved,And my hands, dripped with myrrh,My fingers with liquid myrrh,On the handles of the lock.
"Wow," Mary exclaimed. "What is myrrh?"
"It's a sticky resin from a plant that was used like perfume."
"Yeah... Well, I think I know what she was doing."
"What?" I innocently asked.
"She wakes up at night after dreaming about her lover. She thinks he's at the door, and gets up to let him in, but he's not there, and she finds her hands covered with a sticky liquid. What do you think she was doing? She was... you know... playing with herself."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"Wow, I sure didn't know they had this kind of stuff in the Bible. I guess I should've paid more attention in Sunday School."
"They don't cover The Song of Solomon in Sunday School. They try to keep it a secret. You have to find that on your own."
"Well, I can see why."
I closed the book and looked up at Mary who had that devious smile again.
"What are you thinking now?" I asked.
"Want to play another game of strip poker?"
"What! Don't you think we've played enough of that tonight? Besides there's only the two of us."
"Exactly. We could play a one on one game. Winner gets all the favors he or she wants for the rest of the night."
"But..."
"But what Larry," Mary said. "Don't you want any more favors?"
"You know," Mary continued after a slight pause. "I have been thinking about this all week. Connie's story last week was intriguing. I just couldn't get that idea of playing a one on one strip poker game out of my mind all week. Our little side bet tonight made that game a lot more interesting, but what I really want is to play a one on one game with you."
If this was Mary's fantasy, how could I refuse her?
"Well...I guess," I said.
"Ok, let's play with the usual six pieces of clothes and let's just bet actual pieces of clothes. It makes it more exciting than using chips."
"With only six pieces or clothes, this may not last very long," I said.
"Oh, well we can play with no ante and the must open rule. Any pair can open. If you just fold, you only lose one piece of clothes each hand."
"I guess that sounds ok," I said. "What is the limit on raises? One piece?"
"Hey, we could play no limit," Mary said. "That would make it interesting."
"What? At dinner I thought you said ..."
"Not that kind of no limit," Mary said cutting me off. "No betting limit. It means you can bet all your clothes on the first hand if you want to."
"That could get the game over in a hurry," I said.
"Yeah, no limit is very tricky. It takes a lot of skill to win. If you are too careful, then the other person will bluff you all the time and you will loose slowly. If you are too aggressive, you will bet all your clothes on the wrong hand. Do you think your up for it Larry?"
"I guess so," I said. Something in my pants seem to be getting up again anyway.
Mary found a good deck of cards in her desk, and we sat down on the floor in the middle of her room.
"You want to play the winner keeps the underwear rule too?" Mary asked.
"As long as you promise not to run out of here with my clothes and make me go down to the lounge to get them back."
"I wouldn't do that to you," Mary said with a laugh.
Mary shuffled the cards and dealt us each a hand. I picked my cards and looked at real junk, an ace, king, ten, eight and four. This was not a good start.
"Can you open, Larry?"
"No," I said.
"Well, I can open," Mary said, as she removed her shoes and put them in the center. I took my shoes off and placed them in the center too.
Mary took three cards and so did I, but they didn't really help. I still just had an ace high. Since Mary had opened and taken three cards, she clearly had at least a pair of something. I was beaten.
"I'm opening for one," Mary said, as she took off her socks and placed them in the middle.
"I'm folding," I said.
Mary smiled and dragged the winning out of the middle.
"Let's play the underwear only rule, otherwise we are going to be putting clothes on and off all night," Mary said.
"Yeah, that's ok," I said. Mary had just given me a blowjob, it wasn't like I had anything to hide.
Mary pushed the cards over to me and I shuffled and dealt out the next hand. This time I got a slightly better hand, a pair of eight's. I really needed a third eight or another pair to make this hand a sure winner, but there was some chance it might win without improvement.
"I'm opening for one," Mary said, putting my shoes in the center.
So Mary had at least a pair of something too. This did not look good. I took off my socks and saw the must open bet. I took three cards, but Mary only took two cards.
I picked up my three cards praying for a third eight, but it wasn't there. I still just had a pair of eight's. Did Mary have three of something, or did she have a pair and an ace kicker? If she did just have a pair, was it a low or high pair?
"I'll start the betting for one," Mary said, placing her shoes in the center.
I decided Mary must have three of kind or a high pair, so I folded again. Mary just smiled and pulled our shoes and my socks over next to her.
Mary shuffled the cards and dealt them out again. Was I being too careful? Had Mary just bluffed me? I just had to get some decent cards.
I picked up my next hand, and once again had just junk, an ace, ten, nine, five and four.
"Can you open?" Mary asked.
"No," I said.
"Either can I. Give me back the cards. I'll deal another hand."
Mary shuffled again, and this time I finally had something, a pair of jacks. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it in the center.
"I'm opening," I said.
Mary pushed my shoes into the pot. We both took three cards. With Mary taking three cards, I figured the odds were good I had this hand won, so I stood up and unfastened my pants. As I slid them down my legs I noticed a big bulge in the front of my jockey shorts and a wet spot beginning to form.
"I'm betting one," I said.
Mary looked at me for a few seconds, then reached for the clothes pile next to her and picked it all up and dropped it into the pot.
"I'm seeing your bet and raising you two," she said.
Raising me two! I only had two pieces of clothes left. This was what Mary was talking about when she described no limit. I was either going to have to risk it all on a pair of jacks, or let Mary have my pants. If I folded, I only had two pieces of clothes left. I needed to win a hand badly, and given the cards I had been getting, maybe this was my best shot.
I got up and pulled off my undershirt and dropped it in the pot. Then I whipped down my jockey short and casually dropped them in the pot, before slowly sitting down. I made no effort to hide my erection, which poked up between my legs.
"Ok, what have you got Mary?" I said.
"Oh...nothing really," Mary said with a smile. She laid down a queen high. She had been trying to bluff me.
"A pair of jacks," I said as I spread my cards. I wondered if Mary had bluffed me on the first two hands?
I pulled my jockey shorts back on and my undershirt. I had won back all my clothes now, plus Mary's shoes and socks, but the underwear rule said I could only put my underwear back on. I stacked the rest of the clothes next to me.
I dealt the next hand, and once again I got just junk, an ace, king, seven, four, and a three.
Mary unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it into the pot.
"I'm opening for one," she said.
I put Mary's shoes in the pot for my opening bet. We both took three cards. When I picked up my three cards, I saw a second ace. I now had a pair of aces. Mary had taken three cards, so she only had a pair before the draw, so this looked very good.
Mary stood up and unzipped her jeans. She slid them down her legs revealing her white panties again. She dropped the jeans in the pot and sat down.
"I'm opening for one," she said.
I immediately picked out Mary's socks plus my shoes and socks and added them to the pot.
"I'm raising two," I said with a smile.
Mary looked at me smiling too. "That figures," she said. Mary stood up and unfastened her bra straps. Holding the bra in front with one hand, she threaded first one arm and then the other out of the straps. Then she pulled the bra away and Mary breasts seemed to leap out of her chest. Mary dropped the bra into the pot and then pulled her panties down to her ankles and sat down. Although she tried to hide it between her legs, I saw the mound of curly dark hair between her legs.
"Ok, what have you got Larry," Mary said.
"A pair of aces," I said with a smile figuring Mary only had a high pair and I was about to get my second `favor' of the evening.
"Not good enough," Mary said. "Two pair, eight's and threes."
Mary had drawn a second pair! How could I beat that kind of luck? Mary grabbed her panties and pulled them back on. Then she pulled her bra back into place and fastened it behind her.
Mary shuffled the cards for the next hand.
I was in trouble again. In my enthusiasm to strip Mary, I had lost my shoes and socks again. With a forced smile I picked up my new hand and found a pair of nines. I looked up at Mary, but she had a very good poker face and I could not tell anything from her expression. I took off my shirt and dropped it in the pot.
"I can open," I said.
Mary put my shoes into the pot for her opening bet. We both took three cards, and my cards were no help. I still just had a pair of nines. This seemed like a very tricky hand. It might be the best hand, but it could easily be beaten too. If I bet my pants on it, Mary was almost certain to raise. Did I want to bet everything on a pair of nines?
"I pass," I said.
Mary calmly picked up my socks, and her shoes and socks and deposited them all in the pot.
"I'm betting three," Mary said.
Was she bluffing? With a pair of nine I didn't feel like finding out. I decided to fold and hope for a better hand.
"I'll fold," I said.
Mary smiled as she stacked the clothes from the pot. I shuffled and dealt the next hand. My hand was a ace high blank. Fortunately, Mary did not have anything either, so neither of us could open. I shuffled and dealt again. When I looked at this hand, my heart jumped. Two pair, kings and queens. This was the kind of hand I needed!
Mary put my shoes in the pot to open, so she had something this hand too. I put my pants into the pot. Mary took three cards, so she only had a pair before the draw. I, of course, took one card.
Should I open with both my remaining clothes items, or should I let Mary raise me back? I decided to open with just my undershirt. If I opened with both, I might scare Mary into folding.
Mary stared at me for several seconds. "I fold," she said.
It must have been drawing only one card that gave away my hand. As I pulled my undershirt back over my head I wondered if Mary could read my hands from something I did. From previous conversations I knew that Mary was very good at guessing peoples hands from their behavior. Had I done something to give away my hand? I would have to try to be careful.
Mary dealt the next hand, and when I picked up the cards, I could not believe my good luck. I had two pair again, kings and eight's. I placed the shoes I just won in the pot to open. Mary put my socks in for her opening bet. Mary took three cards and I took one.
When I picked up my new card, my heart jumped. It was another king. I now had a full house, an absolutely unbeatable hand in this game. What should I do now? Mary had folded last hand, so I decided to just bet one again. I put my pants into the pot.
"I bet one," I said, trying to put on my best poker face to not give away my hand.
Mary stared at me again for what seemed like eternity, but then she folded again. I had gotten two very good hands in a row, but Mary still had my shirt.
I shuffled the cards and dealt another hand. I looked at my cards and found a pair of nines again. I really needed a third nine or another pair. Mary opened with my shirt, so she had at least a pair of something. I put my shoes in the pot for my opening bet. This time we both took three cards, so we both just had pairs before the draw, but what pair did Mary have?
"I'll bet one," Mary said as she pushed her shoes into the pot.
Did Mary have a higher pair or was she just trying to bluff me?
"I'll see your bet," I said putting my socks into the pot. "Ok, what have you got."
"Two pair, kings and jacks," said Mary with a big smile.
I threw down my cards. How could I beat that kind of luck? She had drawn two pair again. Now I was down to just three items of clothes. I needed to win a hand soon.
Mary shuffled and dealt out the next hand. When I looked at my hand I couldn't believe it. I had a pair of nines again. One of the nines was different, but still this was the third time I had gotten this hand. I put my pants in the pot for my opening bet. Mary used my shoes as her opening bet. We both took three cards.
I picked up my three cards and peaked at them. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a pair of kings. I now had two pair, and this time I had drawn three cards, so Mary should not be expecting it. I took off my undershirt and put it in the pot.
"I'm betting one," I said.
Mary immediately added my socks and shirt to the pot.
"I'll raise you one," Mary said.
This was more like it. Now at least I would win a decent pot. I stood up and whipped my shorts down dropping them into the pot. I sat down with my erection sticking up between my legs.
"Ok, what have you got Mary," I asked.
"Three sevens," Mary said with a big smile.
Mary had drawn three of kind! I dropped my two pair on the ground and Mary started to giggle.
"All right Larry," Mary exclaimed. "Now we can have some fun."
I looked down at my erection. Could I actually jack off in front of a girl? I had never done it with anyone, even another boy. I looked up at Mary again.
"Well...I suppose you want me to... jack off..." I said.
"If you're so excited you have to," Mary said with a smile. "But that's not the favor I had in mind."
"Oh...What favor did you have in mind?"
"Ahhh...I want you to...use your...tongue..."
"Oh..."
I had read about it in Penthouse Forum but could I really do it?
"Have you ever done it before?" Mary asked.
"Well...actually...no"
"So this will be a first for both of us."
Mary stood up and slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she looked at me and smiled. She reached behind and unfastened her bra. She let the bra straps slide down her arms as her breasts came free.
"Come on," Mary said beckoning me towards her bed.
I got up off the floor as Mary laid down on her back with her legs slightly spread. I climbed over the end of the bed trying to remember what I had read. I kissed the white expanse of Mary's inner thigh. I kissed first one thigh and then the other, working my way slowly towards the objective. I kissed either side of the vulva, then took my fingers and gently spread the labia to reveal the bright pinkness hidden within. I took my tongue and slowly ran it up the vulva. It tasted funny, both salty and sweet. Mary moaned as my tongue hit the clitoris. I spread the labia more and began to slowly run my tongue back and forth across the clitoris.
"Yes... yes... that's it," Mary moaned, placing her hands on either side of my head.
I flicked my tongue back and forth across the clitoris faster and faster. Mary moaned and gently pushed my head down. The initial salty taste was now gone. I ran my tongue back and forth pushing down harder. I looked up through the thicket of hair and the valley of the breasts as Mary rolled her head and moaned louder. I began to worry that somebody would hear, but now was clearly not the time to slow down.
"Oooohhhhh!" Mary moaned and arched her back, trusting her pelvis harder into my face. "Oooohhh...ooooohhhh," Mary cried as her body twisted left and right. Suddenly Mary pushed my head away and collapsed back on the bed. I climbed up and crawled over next to Mary on the bed and kissed her on the forehead.
"Oh Larry... you fly me so close to heaven."
"Huh..."
Mary giggled.
"It's from a song," Mary said. "But now I know what it means." Mary turned and looked at me.
"Hold me," Mary said. I wrapped my arm around Mary as she laid her head on my shoulder. Mary's breasts pressed against my chest. My erection stood straight up in the air, and Mary reached out and wrapped her hand firmly around it. Mary began to slowly massage it up and down.
"Larry...can you finish..." Mary said with a smile. "I just want to learn how you do it."
I replaced Mary's hand with my own and began to rapidly stroke up and down. It did not take long. I arched my back and shot all over my stomach and chest. Mary sat up and handed me some tissue to clean up.
Then we climbed under the covers and feel asleep in each other's arms.
Continued in Chapter 10

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