Tag: poker

You had watched me playing over the years with my buddies in the man cave for years.   Most nights you curled up in my lap.  The boys never minded as you had sexy dripping from you.  Then one night my brother began giving us crap about you joining the game.  “High stakes-not for little girls.”  I could actually feel you getting warm in my arms as you leaned over the table “I’m no little girl and I am going to empty that wallet of yours”  I covered your entry as you stood up and slipped out of your clothes.  I knew your game so I offered you my chair and pushed it in for my lady.  I whisper to your ear and you lay your panties in the middle of the table, “Any of  you boys beats my girl can have her tonight.” you giggled and looked up at me.   The cards were dealt and the chips shifted on the table.  It wasn’t long before the last man fell to your skill or maybe it was the distraction?  They never questioned you playing again.

The weekend finally here and the bar routine had gotten to be a drag with the drunk boys tossing drinks and bad pick up lines at them.  In all honesty they had much more fun when the boys were not around so an overnight was planned.  One with movies, junk food, warm blankets, and laughter.  Then as you are all laying on the couch together your besties hand moves along your thigh under the blanket.  You had kissed a few times when the alcohol had bitten you both but she had a look in her eye.   The tingled dampness that formed quickly freaked you out a bit so you squeezed her hand and suggested you all play games.   She quickly suggests strip poker as you laugh and shake your head only to find your other friends excited for it.   It didn’t take long for clothing to be shed and the drunken laughter and flirting grow stronger.    You could see in her eyes that she had plans for you tonight as she took off her top and she lightly licked her lips.