Our First Swing: Games & Discoveries
** Chapter 1 - A Weekend In the Country **
"Now try to be nice to Lisa tonight," Sheri admonished me, "why do you two have to argue so much?"
"She's always so contradictory. She will argue the sun revolves around the earth if you take the other side. And she uses no logic. And she's a tease. She just rubs me the wrong way."
"I bet I know how you'd like her to rub you..." Sheri teased.
Sheri and Lisa worked together and were good friends, all the more amazing since they had so little in common. Sheri was a computer programmer, Lisa was in recruiting. Sheri was tall and lean, Lisa was short and voluptuous. Sheri, dark and tanned, had long brunette hair. Lisa was very fair and had shoulder length platinum blond hair with a wild purple streak in the front. Sheri was from a western cattle ranch, Lisa, was a mid-west city girl. Sheri was elegant, Lisa was arrogant. Yet somehow they were best of friends.
They did share a common trait, they were both drop-dead gorgeous, and sexy as hell. I still found it amazing that Sheri was with me.
She was two years older than me, and was the hottest thing I had every dated. For the first five months of our relationship I had a perpetual hard-on, and the sex was incredible. She was adventurous, liked doing it in public, gave incredible head, and was even up for the occasional anal experience. I was in heaven. She was 5'8", had a great body, incredible ass, and nice 34C tits. She dressed to accentuate her best features and was very photogenic. We already had held two photo sessions where she would dress up and I would shoot roll after roll of pictures. These had ended in great sex, and I had the pictures to prove it.
Lisa looked wild. She was pretty short, about 5'1", and had short, platinum hair, with a defiant purple swath in front. She had full tits, wide hips, and a tiny waist, and gave off an aura of sexiness. Her greatest feature had to be her face, which was achingly pretty. She was almost angelic looking, with perfect features, a generous smile, slightly turned up nose, and huge green eyes. I could easily envision filling that mouth to shut her up sometimes.
As we were growing closer as friends over the last few months, Sheri would tell me stories of Lisa and Bill. Lisa apparently loved oral, but would not give up her sweet ass to Bill. They played some of the same play-acting fantasy games we did. Sheri took great pride in telling a story of them arguing, that ended with Lisa telling Bill to try to fuck Sheri's ass if he wanted it that bad - clearly Sheri was telling Lisa about our love life, and Lisa was sharing it with Bill. She had also told me a story of Bill tying up Lisa, and using a bag full of toys on her, making her come till she blacked out - le petit mort. Apparently it scared the crap out of him. These stories were always told in bed, during or after our lovemaking, and Sheri could of course tell just how these affected me.
Lisa was not nearly as confident as Sheri was. Sheri had always been the prettiest - cheerleader, homecoming queen, beauty contestant, even local modeling. She handled the attention she received well. On top of it all she was really sharp - literary, and analytical. I'm sure it was one of the reasons I was with her; I was an ex-jock, still in pretty good shape, and at least as smart as her - which I guess was rare. We had such fun together, and could talk and talk.
Lisa on the other hand, it turns out, had been chubby in school. She always heard the comment about what a pretty face she had, if only she lost some weight. She graduated from an all-girl college, with very little real experience at sex.
Moving to the D.C. area for a change of pace, she had joined a gym, joined weight watchers, and lost 50 lbs. She met Bill 30 lbs into her transformation. He wined her and dined her, and married her 4 months later. He was only her second lover. And her first extended relationship.
Lisa and Bill lived about 20 minutes from us, in the Virginia countryside, old money community of Middleburg. The first time we went over to their house, we had a great dinner, lots to drink, and ended up crashing in their guest room, rather than driving all that distance drunk. After Sheri and I retired to the guest room, we made love for over an hour, excited by the aspect of another couple being so near. I woke to a blow-job and, trying to keep her quiet, fucked her again, while we could hear Lisa and Bill moving around on the other side of the door. The weekend was a lot of fun, and we promised to do it again the next weekend.
Sheri and Lisa talked about it of course. Sheri loved the adventurous part of sex, and detailed how we did it, and what we could hear from them. Lisa was very private when it came to doing it; they had waited 'til we left to have their romp.
Now it was three weekends later, and we were headed back to their place. Bill's family had money, with a capital M, and he and Lisa lived on the family property in the guesthouse. It was a lot better place than our tiny one bedroom apartment so we let them host - but insisted on bringing the dinner. The plan was for a quiet evening of talk, and maybe some board games, and then tomorrow we were headed to the skyline drive for the fall view and a visit to Luray caverns, where neither of the girls had ever been.
We brought the fixings, and Sheri cooked a pasta feast, while I broke out the margarita mix and some Cuervo Anejo. Two hours and two pitchers of drinks later, we were talking about the high school days and games we'd played - when Lisa confessed she'd never played any of them.
Well we'd have to rectify that! Of course the initial stages of inebriation contributed to the unanimous decision.
We started out with truth-or-dare, and we got pretty personal - pretty fast. We discussed first times, favorite places, wildest moments, and more. Lisa couldn't contribute much, but I know Sheri's stories were working on Bill. About 15 minutes into the game Sheri dared Lisa to play spin the bottle. Thus ended the first game, and the second one started.
In about 10 minutes, the boys had kissed the girls, the girls had kissed the boys and each other, and my pants were starting to tent. I was entertaining little fantasies of where this might head, with very little hope of it actually coming to pass - but wistfully wishing, never the less.
The kissing had turned slow, and sensuous, but involved very little contact other than lips. Really nice, but certainly none of the immediate total wantonness I read about others experiencing so frequently.
It was at this point that Sheri admitted to wanting to play strip-poker, but never having the chance - having walked out of a high-school party where others were starting up a game, and being curious every since. She asked Lisa if she'd ever played it, which earned her an outright laugh.
Bill was clearly as eager and interested as me; he was off like a shot, returning in moments with a deck of cards. We didn't know enough of the game to make up any rules for what happened when we were out of cards, and played it very simply. The winner could make one person take off one item. We played five-card draw, nothing wild, to keep the game simple. We still had to go over the rules of poker three times for the girls, and eventually make a cheat-sheet of what hands beat what others.
I went to make a third pitcher of margaritas, a little stronger this time, while Bill made the cheat sheets, and the girls cleared an area around the coffee table. The table was glass and chrome, mostly glass, and we sat around it on the floor, knowing that it would do very little to hide any views.
** Chapter 2 - The Card Game Begins **
We were all dressed pretty much the same - shirt, pants, shoes, socks, underwear. The girls had the added benefit of bras, which was offset by their lack of experience at the game.
Sheri was seated to my left, Lisa across from me, and Bill on my right. I refilled the glasses, put the pitcher to the side and grabbed the cards, which were sitting in the middle of the table, but no one appeared to be willing to start the action. I was afraid a little hesitancy was creeping in and decided to break the ice with a little humor.
"Man, for once I wish I wasn't so lucky in love, I'm bound to be unlucky in cards and running around naked in minutes."
They generously giggled at my lame attempt at humor, but the conversation started up again. Amazingly, we had been together almost three hours, and Lisa and I were yet to argue.
I dealt the hand, and Bill won with 3 nines.
"Sheri, those shoes have got to go."
"Oh no, you don't, you won a single item, you get one shoe," Sheri replied.
Lisa jumped in on her side. We agreed that shoes could be removed one at a time, but socks were removed as a pair, since someone could be wearing pantyhose - all very hypothetical.
Sheri dealt, and I received four cards to a straight flush.
No poker face here - "You guys are doomed, I've got this one won off the deal. You better go for the big hand!"
