It's in the Cards - Part 1
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Hetero, Masturbation, Voyeurism
It was 18 years, 2 months, and 5 days earlier that Marjorie Anderson and Alice Strumpet were helped out of their adjacent hospital beds in Good Samaritan's maternity ward and rolled into their respective operating rooms. They were both scheduled for caesarians and gave birth to girls 12 minutes apart. While sharing the hospital room, the two enjoyed each other's company and agreed to continue their friendship after they got out.
Sara Anderson and Ivy Strumpet, the two girls who were born on that day, became best friends and were as close as sisters -- even closer. They were inseparable and knew each other's secrets -- all but one, that is.
"We're gonna have so much fun," Sara said, giggling.
Although the two girls looked different, they were so much alike. Ivy was sitting on the spare bed in Sara's bedroom, watching her. Ivy had always envied her friend's physical characteristics -- such as Sara's long, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. Ivy hated her own straight brown hair she kept short because she felt it didn't have body, and her boring brown eyes. Ivy was only 5'2" and she kept hoping her 33-A small tits would grow like her friend's, again envying Sara who was 5'7" with ample 35-C breasts. It's not that Ivy was ugly. In fact, like her best friend, she was beautiful. It's just that she loved her friend so much she thought the way Sara looked was better than what she was born with.
Ivy continued to study her best friend. Sara's parents had decided to take a weekend trip and it was agreed that Ivy would move in with Sara while they were away. The Anderson's had just left and the two girls were in Sara's bedroom. As usual, Sara was chirping away while Ivy listened. The odd thing about that was that when they weren't alone it was the opposite. Sara was the quiet, shy one while Ivy was more outgoing, especially around boys.
"So what happened with Bobby Boyden?" Ivy asked when Sara's non-stop chatter finally paused.
"Oh him! He's a shit!"
"I thought you liked him?"
"I thought so too. But he's like all the other boys. You know... he wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Really? What did he do?" Ivy asked, now more interested.
"He didn't do anything. But he sure tried."
"Hmmmm, I guess boys will be boys."
"You mean boys will be dirtbags. I had to fight him off. Jeez, you'd think they'd be happy with a little tit feel. But not Bobby Boyden. No, he wanted more. Can you believe he wanted to touch... Oh, never mind. You know what I mean. You told me some boys tried with you too."
Ivy was silent for a moment, studying her friend with interest. Sara was so innocent that she actually blushed when she was going to tell where Bobby tried to touch her. Ivy played the role she knew Sara would expect.
"Yeah, boys!"
It was late and the two were getting ready for bed. Sara removed her sneakers and socks, but then hesitated as if she was unsure of what to do next. Silently, Sara stood and retrieved a nightgown from her dresser drawer. She took it with her into the bathroom. Ivy understood her best friend well and used the opportunity to quickly shed her own clothes and put on pajamas. Sara returned wearing a long nightgown and carrying her clothes which she neatly stacked on the floor making sure her bra and panties were hidden under her other clothes. Sara was too shy for even her best girlfriend to see her in her underwear, let alone naked.
They said goodnight and Sara turned off the lights. Ivy lay in bed thinking about her friend. They were just alike except for one thing -- Ivy would have let Bobby Boyden touch her anywhere he wanted. She was afraid she'd lose her best friend if Sara knew that about her so Ivy kept it a secret -- the only one between the close friends.
While trying to fall asleep, Ivy kept thinking about the trap she had set for Sara. She hoped what she planned for the next day didn't backfire. Her mind wandered to what Sara said about Bobby Boyden. Ivy had never dated Bobby, but would jump at the chance. He was real cute. Sara indicated that she had let him touch her breasts, but stopped him when he wanted to touch something else. Ivy assumed he had tried to get his hand between Sara's legs.
Ivy smiled at the thought of her best friend fighting Bobby Boyden off. She wondered if he got to touch her during the struggle. Just the thought of his hand on Sara's pussy got Ivy aroused. Her hand cupped her own pussy through her pajamas and squeezed it. She quickly turned onto her belly with her hand still between her legs and began grinding her pussy on her hand. Ivy stopped when she realized the bed was squeaking.
Ivy got out of bed and planned to finish masturbating in the bathroom, but when she stood next to Sara's bed she hesitated. Sara was sleeping soundly, having kicked off her cover. Her long nightgown had ridden up and the hem was halfway between her knee and crotch. Ivy once again studied the body she envied. The outside streetlights provided enough light to see. Sara was more curvy than Ivy and, even though she was lying on her back, her large breasts were firm enough to form two peaks. Ivy glanced down at her own small tits and wished they were large like Sara's.
Sara mumbled something in her sleep and stirred, causing Ivy to step back. Sara's leg bent as the knee rose with her foot flat on the bed. This caused Sara's nightgown to slide further down her thigh and left a gap between her legs. Ivy had never seen her shy friend naked and felt something wicked within her. She moved back to the side of the bed, first looking at Sara's sleeping face and then peering under her nightgown. There was just enough light to see Sara's blonde bush.
Ivy once again thought about Bobby Boyden's hand forced between Sara's legs. She knew how shy and innocent her best friend was. The vision of Sara struggling from embarrassment with a boy's hand rubbing her pussy was very arousing to Ivy. She slipped her hand into her pajama bottoms and squeezed her pussy, while standing next to her shy friend who looked even more innocent sleeping.
Ivy's finger rubbed her clit and then slid between her labia until it sunk into her wet hole. As her finger slid in and out she wondered what had gone through Sara's mind when Bobby was being nasty. Had she been afraid? Probably. Had she been embarrassed? Most definitely. Had she been aroused? Ivy didn't have an answer to the last one. But thinking about it surely aroused Ivy. She continued to finger-fuck herself right next to her sleeping friend, and soon her thumb found her clit and rubbed it as well.
Ivy was close to cumming and beyond rational thought. She alternated between looking at Sara's face and under her nightgown. Without thinking, Ivy flicked the hem of Sara's nightgown. The garment floated and then fell onto Sara's belly. Her pussy, covered in fine blonde hairs, was no longer in the shadows of her nightgown. The thought of seeing something her friend would never let her see excited Ivy and she quickly shuddered in an orgasm.
When Ivy came down from her climax she realized one hand was on the mattress supporting her weight and her other hand was clutching her cunt. She was breathing hard right next to her friend. Ivy jumped back when Sara's foot slid along the bed, her leg straightening and falling to the mattress.
Like a statue, Ivy stood in the faint light waiting to be caught, but Sara's slight snoring indicated she was still asleep. Sighing in relief, Ivy was about to go back to bed when she felt compelled to step closer to Sara. She loved Sara very much and would never hurt her, but Ivy knew she'd never get another chance to see Sara naked, that is, unless her plans for the next day came to fruition.
Ivy stood over Sara's sleeping body, admiring it. She cupped her own small breasts while looking at Sara's, wishing hers would grow. Ivy pulled the waistband of her pajama bottoms away from her body and looked inside, but was hampered by the shadows. Without thinking, she yanked the front of her pajamas down and looked at her dark pubic hairs. Then she looked back at Sara's crotch. "Even her pussy is nicer," Ivy thought. Ivy's dark, coarse bush was quite thick while her friend's blonde hairs seemed much softer. She wondered if they really were. Without thinking, Ivy brushed Sara's blonde fuzz with her fingertips.
"Bobby, don't."
Ivy quickly turned towards her friend who was mumbling in her sleep. Sara's hand swatted Ivy's away. Ivy suppressed a giggle knowing Sara's unconscious mind was recalling her encounter with Bobby Boyden. She couldn't resist and touched her friend's pussy again.
Ivy jumped back when Sara's legs began kicking and she called out, "No! Bobby, no! Stop it!"
When Sara calmed down and began breathing deeply again, Ivy stepped closer to the bed. She felt like she was part of her friend's dream. She stared at Sara and noticed her nipples had stiffened and were pushing out the material of her nightgown. Smiling wickedly, Ivy positioned her fingertip over one and flicked it.
"Oh Bobby..." Sara cooed in her sleep.
Ivy once again held back her laugh as she thought, "So, my dear innocent friend, you like your tits touched." Ivy spread her fingers and let her palm slowly descend on Sara's large breast. Her fingers gently closed around the mound. To Ivy's surprise, Sara's hand cupped hers and pressed it to her breast. Ivy's fingers automatically closed and opened.
"Oh Bobby, mmmmm..."
Ivy saw something out of the corner of her eye and turned. Sara's legs were opening and closing. Ivy knew that her friend was aroused and wondered if that happened when Bobby was fondling her breast. Ivy waited for Sara's legs to part and then used her free hand to cover Sara's pussy.
All of a sudden Sara became agitated. She pushed Ivy's hand off her breast and began kicking her legs. Ivy stepped back.
"No, Bobby, we can't. Please stop. I'm not that kind of girl. What would Ivy think of me if I let you do that? We're good girls."
Ivy watched as Sara's body calmed down and her breathing became normal. She thought it was amazing that her name came up. Sara was comparing herself to her best friend not knowing about Ivy's secret. She wondered if Sara would behave differently if she knew.
Ivy was about to go back to bed when Sara began mumbling something. She couldn't understand her friend and stepped closer, but Sara's words were unintelligible. The incoherent words seemed to turn to moans and Ivy noticed Sara's legs opening and closing again. She watched as Sara's hand covered one of her own tits and squeezed. The moan got louder. Ivy stood back, watching her best friend fondle herself. And then she was completely surprised when she saw Sara's other hand cupping her blonde pussy.
Sara's hand kept squeezing her tit and a finger from her other hand had located her clit. Her moaning increased and then Ivy noticed her friend's breathing change. On instinct, Ivy darted back to her bed and lay down. She peered through eyes closed into slits knowing they wouldn't be noticed in the darkened room.
Sara stopped moving and pulled both hands away from her body. Her head lifted and looked around in confusion. Then she stared at Ivy who was pretending to sleep, still looking through slit eyes.
"Ivy?" Sara whispered. Then after a pause said, "Ivy, you awake?"
When Ivy didn't respond, Sara moved a hand back between her legs. She kept staring at Ivy lying on her side in the dimly lit room as her finger began rubbing her clit. Ivy had always wondered if her shy, innocent friend masturbated. It seemed so out of character for Sara to do it, but now Ivy saw with her own eyes that she did.
Sara's hand stopped for a moment while she stared intently at Ivy. Then she yanked her nightgown up to her neck, exposing her breasts to her friend feigning sleep. Ivy watched Sara play with her nipple wishing there was more light in the room, but then realized she would be observed spying on Sara if there was. Ivy was content to see what she could.
Sara began moaning again and turned away from where Ivy was laying. Ivy opened her eyes a little more to see better. Sara was on her back with the leg farthest from Ivy bent at the knee. The hand that was not playing with her tit was between her legs. Ivy could actually hear the squishy sound as Sara's finger slid in and out of her obviously wet pussy. Then Ivy saw Sara's hand move more in a circular motion and she knew her friend was rubbing her clit. Sara's hips began humping and then her legs slammed shut around her hand as she gasped. The hand covering her tit fell to her side as her pelvis continued to twitch.
Sara's breathing was heavy and then it slowly returned to normal. In a panic, Sara turned towards Ivy and stared into the shadows. Ivy thought she had been caught, but Sara didn't see anything more than her friend's "sleeping" figure. Sara quickly yanked her nightgown down and scurried under the cover. Ivy was afraid to move and remained still until she once again heard the faint snoring of her friend.
Ivy quietly slid out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet with her pajamas at her feet, Ivy brought herself off two more times. She then returned to bed and fell asleep.
The next day the best friends went to the mall. They were holding hands and giggling as they went from store to store, trying on the most outrageous outfits. When the dressing rooms were large enough, they both shared one. Since Sara always asked Ivy to turn around while she changed, Ivy told Sara the same thing. They had so much fun and were so loud that more than one saleswoman knocked on the dressing room door to ask if everything was okay. Of course that only made the two teenage girls laugh harder and they usually ran past the salesgirls on the way out of the stores. They'd stop and lean against the wall holding their sides to stop the pain from laughing so hard.
After dinner the two girls sat down to watch MTV. Sara was surprised when the doorbell rang, but even more shocked when she saw Jack Clark, Pete Murphy, and Steve Johnson standing on her porch.
"What are you doing here?" Sara asked.
"I invited them over."
The stunned girl looked over her shoulder at her best friend's shocking admission. "We can't have boys here," Sara said.
"C'mon, it'll be fun."
"But Ivy..."
"Sara, what's the big deal. We'll..."
"The big deal is my parents aren't home."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Look, girls, if we're making trouble we'll go," Steve said.
Sara's head spun back around and she stared at the three boys.
"Yeah, we don't want to get you into trouble," Jack added.
"C'mon, just for a short time. We'll have fun," Ivy pleaded.
Sara thought about it and figured Jack, Pete, and Steve were nice guys so what would be the harm. They even offered to leave if Sara wanted them to. She stepped back from the door and invited the boys inside. Soon all five were watching MTV and munching on snacks.
"I'm glad you let us in," Steve said during a commercial.
"Why?" Ivy asked even though she knew what he was going to say.
"Well, we were supposed to play cards tonight, but the others cancelled," Steve said, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket, taking them out of the box and fanning them.
"Let's play," Ivy shouted joyously.
"It won't be fun playing with girls," Jack said.
"What do you mean by that?" Sara asked, her face reddening a little with indignation.
"It just won't be any fun."
"Wait, I know how to make it fun," Steve interjected. The other four looked at Steve with interest. "Do you girls know how to play poker?"
"Sure," Sara and Ivy said in unison.
"We can play strip poker," Steve said beaming.
"No way!" Sara shouted.
"Like I said... girls are no fun to play cards with," Jack said and shrugged his shoulders.
"Why, you don't play strip poker with the guys," Sara said.
"We play for drinks. Whoever loses has to chug his drink," Pete said. "If you want to play that way we will."
Sara's mind was going a mile a minute. She thought she had won the argument, but now she felt trapped. There's no way she was going to drink her parents' liquor, but there was no way she was going to play strip poker either. Sara looked at her best friend for help.
"I'll play," Ivy said, surprising Sara.
"You'll play what?" Sara almost yelled.
"Strip poker. It'll be fun. We're both good at cards so it'll be fun to watch these guys lose their clothes."
Sara listened to her best friend in disbelief. Ivy was just like her. How could she consider doing it? But Sara was the lone holdout. The other four said they'd play. Sara didn't want to look like a baby in front of them. If only Ivy would have backed her up then she wouldn't be the one everyone else was staring at.
"Ivy, are you sure?" Sara said timidly.
"Yeah, we'll whip these guys and have a good laugh. They'll be sorry they said they didn't want to play cards with girls."
"Okay, then, what are the rules?"
Steve explained that whoever had the lowest hand had to remove one article of clothing. When four people were completely naked, the last person won.
"No, that means either Ivy or I will be naked," Sara blurted out.
"Okay, then it stops when three people are completely naked. Satisfied?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But what happens if you lose and you are already naked?"
"Then you have to do a penalty."
"What's that?"
"Well, whoever has the highest hand gives the loser an order and he or she has to do it."
"Are you crazy? No way!"
"Sara, what are you worried about?" Ivy asked. "We'll be the ones giving the orders. These losers will have to do whatever we say. C'mon, we can make them bark like dogs and stuff."
Sara was very uneasy, but her best friend -- her soul mate -- was telling her it was okay. Sara gave in. She would have done otherwise if she had seen the wink Steve gave Ivy while his thumb fanned the marked deck of cards. The whole thing had been planned ahead, with Ivy a willing accomplice. They even showed her how to read the marked cards.
It all began when Ivy and Steve were making out after going to the movies. It didn't take long for Steve to slip his hand under Ivy's skirt and push her panties aside. She gladly spread her legs to give him better access, and in no time she reached orgasm. Without being asked, Ivy urgently unbuckled Steve's pants and shoved them and his underwear to his knees and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Ivy sucked Steve's cock until he filled her mouth with hot sperm.
While resting after their orgasms, Ivy complained to Steve how she always had to act like a "good" girl around Sara. It was annoying, but she loved her best friend too much to do otherwise. Steve suggested that if Sara experienced how great sex was she'd change. Ivy said Sara wouldn't change and, anyway, she wouldn't know how to approach it. That's when Steve suggested the game of strip poker with marked cards. Ivy said that, even if they got Sara to play, she would back out when her clothes began coming off. That's when Steve came up with the idea that Ivy would begin losing first. When Sara saw her friend undressing, she would too.
Ivy didn't really think the plan would work, but got so aroused thinking about it that she pulled her panties off and pushed Steve into the back seat of the car through the space between the bucket seats. She followed him and saw that his cock was already hard so Ivy unceremoniously climbed onto his lap and inserted his cock into her pussy. Being only 5'2" definitely has some advantages, and Ivy rode Steve's cock in the back of the car. She came twice before Steve unloaded inside her.
Sara, Ivy, Steve, Pete, and Jack sat on the floor in a circle. Steve began shuffling the cards and said they'd started off with 5-card stud. And so the game began.
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