Part 4

We sat down again after a few minutes. Kim was back in control of herself. Sharon looked more subdued as Ron remained quiet and Bob kept the friendly smile on his face.

Kim said, “Same rules as before with the exception that the loser’s partner removes the article of clothing.”

John lost the first spin and I removed his shoes and socks. As the last sock came off I squeezed his calf and winked at him. I lost the next spin and John did the same to me.

Randomness returned as Bob, Sharon and Kim all lost their shoes and socks. The game went up a notch; Kim lost her T-shirt. Her perky breasts were excited as Ron pulled her shirt over her head. Her nipples were hard.

I finally lost my shirt. I stood in the center and John came up to me. He put his hands under my shirt by my hips and slowly slid his hands up my naked sides; I raised my arms and his hands continued up my arms until the shirt was pulled over my head. He stared at my breasts and I knew the skin contact had hardened my nipples. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Bob lost his shirt and then Sharon lost her shirt. We had never seen Sharon’s breasts before, since the first game had ended before she had to take off her bra. We all were watching Bob as he pulled Sharon’s T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger than mine and sagged slightly as they came into view. Her areolas were large and surrounded her nipples that had also begun to harden in the cooler air of the room. I looked at John; he was staring at Sharon. He finally looked at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him again. I wasn’t jealous, but then he should only stare at Sharon for so long I thought.

Ron was the only one who had not lost—he still had on his shoes and socks. Unless he lost next, one of us would be naked.

John lost. Knowing there was no escape, he stood up. I was embarrassed to be stripping him in front of everybody and then I thought, ‘He is going to be more embarrassed than me.’ I knelt in front of him and slipped my fingers over the waist band and pulled down. His erection popped up missing my face by inches.

Sharon, ever one with the word, yelled, “I give John’s a 9.4; what do you guys say?”

John laughed and sat down trying to cross his legs and hide part of the erection. He was not very successful; I know, because I kept peeking at him.

Ron finally lost his shoes and socks, and then his shirt. We were down to the last spin; the next loser would end the game. The spinner went around and around, and stopped at one. John and I had lost. I looked at Kim and she said, “John can’t lose any more but you can. Spin and see.”

I lost. I looked at John and stood up. He knelt in front of me, put his fingers on the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down. I was naked in front of my friends; in front of John. I knew they could see my wet pubic hair. John took my hand and we sat down together.

Kim said, “The game isn’t over. We don’t have a winner. Spin again. Bob lost; the second couple had lost and the game was over. Sharon stripped his shorts from him; he also had an enormous erection.

I got up quickly and started music to the goofy love song that I had played in the first game. Everyone had to dance once before they could get dressed ... we danced.

I ignored the others. John came to me and we clutched each other. I could feel his penis; I pushed my vulva into him. I wanted to feel all of him I was so aroused from our silly game. I deliberately rubbed my breasts against him letting my nipples become harder. I could not touch him enough as I ignored the others in the room. I looked into his eyes and we kissed. There was nothing to say.

The song ended; the room quickly cleared. When the door closed we were still clutched against each other. I stepped back. He looked at me and said, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I lust for you Linda, but I also love you. You are so special.”

I knew, before he arrived for the game, what was going to happen. I took his hand and pulled. His eyes asked a question. I pulled again and he followed me into the bedroom. I pulled the cover off the bed and lay down. I looked at him and opened my legs; my invitation to him; my gift to him.