Wellllllll it all started as a joke; a few friends, a half-open bottle of wine, a rainy Saturday night. I’d been the last to arrive, hair still damp from the shower, no makeup, hoodie over my pajamas. Generally planned to just geek out and join in on whatever gaming session was going on. But the guys had other ideas.
“Are you serious?” I’d laughed, raising an eyebrow as I dropped my bag by the door. “Strip poker with three dudes and one girl? Isn’t that pretty much the gayest thing in the world?”
Caleb grinned from the floor where he was setting up the cards. “Only if we lose.”
“Exactly,” Liam said. “On the other hand, if we win, we might get to see your titties.”
I laughed. “No chance. You have no idea how much Balatro I’ve been playing.”
“So, you’re in?”
I looked around at them. My best friends. Their stupid, expectant faces. The thought of showing them my nipples filled me with fear, yes, but also a little excitement. I looked down at my hoodie and sweatpants. Not exactly the sexiest outfit, but the underwear I had on beneath them…
…well, probably best not to think about that, I decided. I just needed to make sure I won.
I looked up at them again, not quite believing that they wanted to see me naked. And yet, at the same time, I had to admit it was kind of hot.
“Fine,” I said. “What are the rules?”
“Guys,” I said, fifteen minutes later. “I…can’t.”
“You have too,” Caleb grinned. “You lost fair and square!”
“But…”
I looked down at myself. I’d been playing one-handed for the last five minutes, naked except for a pair of almost completely sheer panties, my body almost entirely on display for them, trying desperately to keep my nipples covered with my arm, awkwardly hunched forward while they watched.
It was an almost impossible task, my huge breasts spilling free from every side, my areolas peeking out every time I shifted, trying desperately to keep them hidden. My cheeks burned red-hot and my heart hammered like crazy every time one of them glanced at my chest.
And they were glancing.
“Look, this is…” I began, voice shaky. “You can’t be serious, right?”
Liam shrugged, grinning lazily, utterly unapologetic. “Hey, you agreed. Rules are rules.”
“Yeah, but…” My voice broke off as I felt their eyes drift downward, settling just below the trembling hand still desperately clamped across my chest. “You’re all going to see my pussy!”
Caleb shrugged, a small smile on his face. Liam nodded in agreement. I looked from face to face, adjusting my position, thighs pressing together tight, feeling helpless in my tiny little panties. The worst part, of course, was the pulse that was throbbing shamefully between my thighs, telling me that deep down, beneath the embarrassment, part of me actually wanted them to look.
I scoffed. “You three totally planned this. You all just wanted to get me naked!”
“Well you’re not naked yet,” Caleb corrected, his voice lower now, gently teasing. “Still one piece left.”
“Guys,” I said, voice softening into something close to pleading. “Seriously. It’s me.”
Caleb leaned back casually, still in his boxers and undershirt. I couldn’t be sure, but it kind of looked like he was hard already. I felt another thrill go through me. “Yeah. Exactly. We trust you. You trust us.”
My breathing quickened. They were really going to make me do it. My heart sped up, my fingers trembling against the thin lace waistband. This was madness. They were my closest friends, and here I was, practically panting, sitting topless in front of them, about to willingly expose the rest of myself.
Yet somehow, as humiliating as it was, the idea of it, of them watching me bare everything, watching their eyes grow darker and quieter as they took in the sight, had me tingling.
“Look. If I take my hands away, you’ll see my tits, and I’m trying to prevent that. So…does anyone wanna help take my panties off for me?”
There was a beat of stunned silence. Then Caleb blinked. “Wait, are you serious?”
I didn’t answer. I just kept my eyes fixed on the cards, pretending to study them, even though the round was long over. My arms were still doing their best to shield my breasts and I could feel the way my nipples brushed against the crook of my elbow, stiff and obvious.
“I mean…” Liam began. “If you want help…”
Caleb protested. “Hey, no fair, I want to do it!”
Finn, who had said the least all evening, finally cleared his throat. “Maybe we should flip for it?”
“You’re all pigs,” I muttered, feeling heat flush my cheeks again. But I didn’t stop them.
Caleb won the coin toss, and walked around the coffee table, kneeling beside me on the carpet.
“May I?” he asked, voice quieter than before.
I looked down at him. My hand still covered my breasts. My thighs were clamped shut. My panties, the last barrier, were stretched tight over the smooth mound of my pussy, the growing ache between my legs. I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t soaked. I could feel it. I was sure he could too, once he got close.
But still.
I nodded.
He reached up, gentle fingers hooking into the waistband, slow and deliberate. And then he paused, eyes flicking to mine again.
“You sure?”
I was trembling. Not from fear. From anticipation. From the absolutely deranged thrill of what I was letting happen. I could feel the heat of Caleb’s touch on my hips, his breath on my lips.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Just do it.”
He tugged.
The lace slid down over my hips, over the curve of my ass, down past my thighs. I kept my legs together at first, an embarrassment reflex, but then I shifted, just slightly, a different reflex kicking in, knees parting as the fabric was coaxed lower.
And then they were off. Gone. Tossed onto the growing pile beside me.
And I was naked.
Truly naked.
I didn’t even try to cover myself anymore. Not fully. One arm still crossed my chest out of habit, but my thighs were open now, my skin flushed and glowing, my breath shallow.
“Holy fuck, Sarah…”
“Jesus…”
“I can’t believe you did it…”
“Yeah…” I whispered. I was so wet I could feel it on the insides of my thighs. They must have been able to see it, and knowing that only made it worse. Or better. Depending on how you looked at it.
My skin was hypersensitive, buzzing, like if any of them so much as breathed too close to my bare skin, I’d start humping them immediately. I’d never felt anything like it: the humiliation, the power, the eyes on me, the wine in my veins…my pussy throbbed with it, clenching around nothing, desperate for friction, for fingers, for anything. I didn’t just want to be touched…I needed it, needed to be filled, used, looked at, praised, ruined.
Instead, I cleared my throat. “Who’s turn is it?”
“What?” Caleb furrowed his brows. “But, you’re already naked?”
I nodded, swallowing. “Then I guess you guys need to think of a new forfeit…”
[As always, this has turned into a long ass post, so let me know if you want to hear what happened next…]
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