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From: Delta <delta*@bc.sympatico.ca>
Subject: Delta: STRIP CHESS (mf)
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STRIP CHESS
By Delta
Part 1
It was a hot early summer day and Jen walked down the street
feeling the joy of life within her. The joy came from the posting
of her third-year grades - she had done better than she expected -
and from the letter accepting her job application. She was headed
north for the summer. Well paying jobs were scarce and she thanked
who or whatever watched over her for the boon. Also, it was simply
a splendid day to be alive. Even the far-off thunderclouds were
welcome. She loved thunderstorms - they filled her with energy and
made her feel so alive!
Thus it was that her step was a little jauntier than usual.
The wind was picking up a bit and blew her long light brown hair
over her shoulder and into her face. She swept her hair back and
pushed it over the opposite shoulder, glancing into the store
window as she did so. She was caught by her reflection. She was
looking good. It was one of those days when everything seemed to
click. Her blue-gray eyes just sparkled and she smiled at them
showing her even white teeth, before stepping out again.
A businessman, waiting on the corner for the lights, glanced
towards her, then away. Jen smiled broadly at him as his head came
back in a classic double-take. He blushed, realizing he had been
caught, yet continued to enjoy the view. Jen knew she had a nice
body: She was slim enough without being skinny, had a pair of fine
breasts, not too large or small, and smoothly curving hips. She
deliberately added to the natural sway of her hips.
"Light's changed," Jen grinned and winked as she walked past him
and turned the corner. A little recognition is nice, sometimes, she
thought as a warm feeling came over her.
"Jen!" A familiar voice called to her from across the street.
"Nika!" She called back and waved her friend over. Nika had
transferred from an eastern university and the pair had become fast
friends. A smile transformed the willowy brunette's pretty face into
a thing of beauty as she threaded through the traffic and stepped
up on the sidewalk. "What's up?"
"I'm meeting Tim for lunch. Wanna join us?" Tim was a mutual
friend and Jen suspected Nika wouldn't mind becoming a little more
than simply friends - or a lot more.
"Sure. I was just thinking about a restaurant myself."
"Feeling good, are we?" Nika smiled, her eyes lit with silent
laughter.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Why?"
"I saw the way you turned that poor man's head. There should be
a law against you, you know. He might have gotten a case of whiplash,"
she laughed. "What's the good news?"
"I did better than I expected. Old man Harriman gave me a 3.5."
"That's great, Jen. I'm so happy for you. This calls for a real
celebration." Nika hugged her slightly taller friend tightly.
That was Nika, all right, thought Jen as she felt her breasts
crushed against Nika's. Nothing half-hearted about her. If Nika
hugged you, you were well and truly hugged. They disengaged and
Jen paused to catch her breath. Nika was a very sensual woman and
on occasion Jen had wondered what it would be like to be with her
on a more intimate basis - not that she was ever likely to find out,
it was simply idle speculation on her part.
The restaurant was the Mediterranean Garden, a Greek Restaurant
popular among the University students. It was light and airy inside
with many small green plants furthering the illusion of the outdoors.
Soft Greek dance music quietly enhanced the ambience.
Jen and Nika spotted Tim sitting in a secluded corner and sashayed
over, Nika swaying in time to the music and improvising a few dance
steps on the way. Jen, following only slightly more sedately, caught
Tim's broad grin as he recognized them.
Tim was a fit young man with unruly black hair and deep brown
eyes that sparkled with suppressed mirth. He had a fine sense of
humour - when he let it out from under his intrinsically shy bearing.
She remembered telling Nika that someone should drag him kicking and
screaming out of himself so everyone could benefit from his fine
nature. Nika had looked at her long and consideringly. It was then
that Jen began to suspect that Nika was more interested in Tim than
she let on.
"Tim, my man, look what I found on the street. A poor homeless
waif, wandering, aimless and lost. I thought she could do with a
meal, so I took her in tow. I hope you don't mind."
"Ah, Nika, when two such visions of beauty desire my company,
who am I to object?" He stood and seated them both.
Jen and Nika exchanged a glance. This wasn't exactly in
character for Tim.
"Who indeed," murmured Nika.
"Thank-you, Tim. That was a wonderful compliment." Jen smiled
at him in return.
"Visions of beauty?" inquired Nika, raising her eyebrows, then
she seemed to mentally kick herself as Tim appeared to retreat from
his earlier openness.
"Sorry. But you both *do* look really good." He was about to
continue but Nika interrupted him.
"Don't be sorry, Tim," she said softly, "it felt really good
to hear you say that. Thank-you." She reached out and touched
his hand. Tim's smile reappeared. "And you look pretty swell
yourself, my man."
"Swell? Swell? I think you're caught in a time warp, miss.
I think the word you're looking for is 'cool'."
Jen and Nika both laughed. "Cool. Right. That *is* the word.
Doesn't he look cool, Jen?"
"That's one cool dude, Nika, no doubt about it." They all
laughed together.
Jen ordered the Lemon Rice soup and Chicken Souvlaki. Tim and
Nika also decided on the soup, with Tim ordering a Salmon steak and
Nika opting for Spanikopita as a main dish. They split a large Greek
Salad and a bottle of potent white wine.
"What are we celebrating?" Tim asked, between sips of the wine.
"Jen got a 3.5 from old man Harriman."
"That's worth celebrating, all right. Come on, let's make
a night of it. Go dancing or something."
On their way down the street one of the thunderclouds let loose.
A huge raindrop splatted on Jen's nose, startling her, and a
multitude of its friends followed close behind. The three dashed
for the cover of a convenient awning.
"We're trapped." Jen looked about as the rain lashed down.
They would be soaked before they made the doorway of the nearest open
store. She laughed at their predicament. She was feeling the wine.
"Only one thing to do," Nika said matter-of-factly, keeping a
straight face. "We send out the man. He can call a taxi."
"Send out the man? Send out the man?" Tim was indignant.
"What happened to women's lib?"
"Doesn't count in a situation like this," replied Jen smugly.
"It's two to one - you go. Political Science 111 - democracy."
"Double standard, double standard," Tim complained morosely.
"This is what we get for giving them the vote," he mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I said, 'huddling together for warmth gets my vote'."
"What?!"
"Nothing, nothing." Tim waited for a sudden increase in the
rain to let up before making his dash. The necessity was obviated
by the sudden appearance of a car which halted in front of them.
The passenger side window lowered and a friendly voice boomed out,
"Bill's Taxi Service, kiddies, at your disposal. Jump in, quick."
They did as instructed, Tim and Nika ducking into the back while
Jen slipped into the front, quickly closing the door behind her.
"Bill, you're an angel. Jen, thank the man properly."
Jen leaned over and gave the surprised young man a peck on the
cheek. "Consider yourself properly thanked, Bill."
Bill slanted a look at her. "Hell, if I'd known that offering
you a ride was all it took to get a kiss out of you I'd have done so
at the start of the semester." Jen blushed. There had been an
undertone of seriousness in Bill's voice.
Nika's voice, quivering with suppressed laughter came from the
back seat. "Sorry, Bill. Takes more than that. Takes a rescue from
a thunderstorm, a half bottle of wine and a 3.5 from Harriman. You
lucked out today."
"Whew, that much? Ah, well, I takes it where I can gets it.
Now, where to, kiddies?"
There was a short silence as they thought.
"Why not come back to my place with me. Wayne and Sylvie are
there. I was to pick up Cat and we were going to laze around, play
some cards listen to some music, talk over old times before we all
split up for the summer. Cat has a splitting headache - can't come.
How 'bout it?"
Jen turned around to look at Tim and Nika. Both gave tentative
nods. "Sure. To your place then. Hey, wait a minute. They were
going to play *cards* with you, Mister Statistical Genius with the
photographic memory?"
Bill laughed out loud. "I'm not that bad. Come on, give me a
break." He shook his head mournfully. "Okay, seat-belts everyone."
Jen buckled up, wondering once more why women couldn't design
cars. No woman, at least not one with breasts of any size, would
design a shoulder strap like this. She shook her head, then became
aware of the conversation going on. Nika was ribbing Bill about the
rumours of his card-playing antics.
"Not a word of truth to any of it," Bill declared.
"Come on, Bill, 'fess up," Tim chuckled. "The way I hear it
you ended up being the only one with clothes on. I'll bet there were
some red faces there."
Only one with clothes on? Jen had never heard *this* before.
Strip Poker? It must be. She wished she had been paying more
attention. Strip Poker. The thought of it excited her. Pity she'd
only a passing acquaintance with poker. It'd sure be fun to make
Bill take off his clothes. He certainly had a good body - what she'd
seen, that is. Bill was a tennis fanatic, and the sight of his
fit body in tennis whites had caused her to speculate on things a
little less seemly than tennis - on occasion. She gave herself the
benefit of the doubt.
At the apartment which Bill shared with Wayne they were greeted
enthusiastically by Sylvie and Wayne. "Bill said he was going to
pick up Cat. He never said anything about you three. It's great
to see you again." Wayne was a brash sophomore pursuing a degree in
physical education. His long blonde hair was tied loosely behind his
head. He and Sylvie both laughed as Tim explained the predicament Bill
had found them in and described the folly of giving women the vote.
There not being enough seats in the living room, the young people
spread out on the floor and on cushions purloined from the sofa. Bill
appeared with two bottles of wine and glasses. Sylvie, laying with
her head on Wayne's stomach, let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Nothing
like a lazy day among friends, with a glass of wine and good music."
Jen considered the music. It was soft, almost intimate, setting
the stage for - what?
After a long silence where each was lost in her or his own thoughts
someone mentioned that they should do something to liven up the party.
Afterwards, Jen could not remember who, brought up the idea of cards.
"How about poker?" asked Sylvie from her human head-rest.
"Oh, no," replied Wayne. "Last time I ended up naked. Jen's
head came up at that and her stomach fluttered.
"Well, you've nothing to be ashamed of, so what's the big deal,"
teased Sylvie, lowering one eyelid in a wink at the others.
"We don't have to play for clothes, you know," Bill chimed in.
"What do you care?" Wayne rejoined. "You always win, no matter
what."
"I'll play with one eye closed if you like." There was general
laughter. "There's too many for Bridge. How about Hearts?" A short
discussion on the pluses and minuses of Hearts with 6 players followed.
Jen was surprised when Nika returned the discussion to Strip Poker.
"How do you go about it?" she asked. "Some have more clothes than
others, and if someone lost three hands running they'd be about naked,
especially if someone raised.
"Oh, we don't play like that," Wayne replied. "Everyone gets
three pieces of clothing. Top, underwear and pants or skirt. We start
with $10 each and if someone goes broke the bank will buy a piece of
clothing for an additional $10. Just so the game doesn't go on forever,
the ante - 50 cents goes to the bank. That way there is less and less
money at the table as time goes on. Eventually, no matter how even the
play, someone will have to take something off."
"We could play Rumoli." It was Bill, again. Jen looked at him
suspiciously. She figured he had a hand in the way Strip Poker had
been brought up, even if his words belied it.
"Wait a minute, Bill, I want to hear the rest of the rules,"
Nika complained. "What if someone gets cold feet?"
"Hey, we're all friends. As Sylvie said, there's nothing to be
ashamed of. If someone decides they wish to leave the game at any
point, they can. Of course it's considered bad etiquette if you quit
before paying up."
"What's that mean?" Jen took another sip of wine.
Sylvie answered the question for her. "If, say, you've lost your
skirt and will have to take off your top or bottom next and don't
wish to do so, the time to quit is before you've bet more than you
have on hand. If you bet against your top, say, and lose, honour
dictates that you remove your top before leaving the game."
"And because we're all playing for a peek, so to speak, etiquette
requires that you leave the room for the rest of the game," Bill added.
Jen looked over at Tim, who was being awfully quiet. He took a gulp
of wine and looked consideringly at Nika. Jen knew he was wondering
how she would look without her clothes and grinned to herself.
She was wondering the same about each of the others. She was getting
excited and her nipples were hard points, rubbing against her halter
top. A quick look at Nika showed her to in the same condition.
The only problem is, Jen thought to herself, is that I don't
want to end up naked myself.
"I'm in," declared Nika. She nudged Tim. "How about you? I saw
how you were looking at me," she laughed as Tim blushed. "Nothing to
be embarrassed about. I'm flattered. Besides, I've often wondered
about you, too." Tim looked at her, surprised. "Really," Nika
confirmed.
Tim appeared doubtful, but finally nodded. "Okay, I'll play, too."
"I'm in," Sylvie nodded.
"I'm up for it," confirmed Wayne.
"You are, are you?" Sylvie directed a meaningful stare at his
crotch. Wayne laughed. "We'll see. Soon, I hope," she purred.
"Well, if that's what you all want, I'll have to be a good host and
play too. That leaves you, Jen. In or out?"
Jen pursed her lips. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'm afraid I'm out," she finally said. Everyone directed their
attention at her. "Sorry." She shrugged.
"No play, no look," teased Wayne.
"I understand. I'll call a cab. You all have fun, okay."
Everyone sobered up a little at that. Nika looked a little
disappointed, Jen thought with surprise, and Tim looked uncomfortable.
"Wait a minute, Jen." It was Bill. "Do you mind telling us why
you want out? As Wayne said, we're all friends. There's no need to be
embarrassed. I don't think you're a prude, otherwise I would never have
let it get this far. If you're bothered by this, we'll do something
else. We don't have to play strip poker." Jen was touched by his
consideration.
"Actually, it's not any of that, although I admit I am a little
scared of losing my clothes."
"Then what is it," asked Nika softly.
Jen laughed. "I've never played poker. I might as well just
strip for you now. I have no chance of winning." There were smiles
all around.
"Sounds good to me," joshed Wayne, then grunted as Sylvie playfully
elbowed him.
"Hey, guys, I don't feel right about kicking Jen out," Bill
appealed to the rest. "Anyone object to a voyeur?" Jen blushed at that.
"She can sit next to me and watch my hand - maybe learn a little poker
and play next time. Any objections?" Jen looked from face to face,
hoping she'd be allowed to stay, yet feeling a little uncomfortable
about her status as a non-participant. There were no objections.
"As long as Jen doesn't mind if I undress her with my eyes," leered
Wayne.
Jen broke up laughing. "Go right ahead, Wayne. You've done it
before, so why not now?" She was definitely feeling the effect of the
wine. Wayne coloured slightly, he hadn't known he'd been so obvious.
Seats were arranged about the low coffee table so that none could
hide anything, so to speak, under the table. They were all in full
view of each other. A jar of coins was produced and each player
received ten dollars.
"The name of the game is 5-card draw. High card deals, deal
rotates clockwise. Ante is fifty cents. Two raises each, a draw,
two raises, maximum raise two dollars. Any questions?" Bill took
the deck and shuffled. Each player cut.
Wayne chortled at his high cut. "Queen of hearts. A good start,
you'd all better look out." He gathered the deck together and
shuffled, Nika, at his right cut. "Ante up." Each tossed two
quarters into a box which represented the bank.
Jen studied the list of hands which Bill had drawn up for her
and saw that Bill had a single pair of fours - not particularly good.
He opened with a quarter. Everyone called, playing it cautious.
Bill discarded three cards and drew an ace, jack and seven. Jen
looked at his face to see what he thought about that but there
was no expression there. Ah, she thought, a 'poker face'. She
hadn't seen what the others had discarded. Bill checked, Sylvie
bet a quarter, Tim and Nika called and Wayne raised a quarter.
Bill folded and the others all called. Wayne laid out his hand.
Two queens and the other two fours. With a chorus of groans the
others threw in their hands.
The next few hands were played with caution, no one willing to
risk much, however, with the constant drain of the ante combined
with small losses, both Tim and Sylvie were in danger of being the
first to lose a piece of clothing. Jen had been concentrating
on Bill's cards and on the other hands she was able to see
when someone called. She felt she was getting the hang of it.
"Knowing the hands is important, Jen," Bill told her," but
you have to be able to read the other players as well. Who likes to
bluff, who will duck and run when the betting gets high, who has a
certain look when they get a good hand or a bad hand? It's both
a science and an art. I admit I'm worth concentrating on - who can
deny my boyish good looks," he laughed, "but you should watch us all."
Jen looked at Sylvie. Her gaze ran from her shoulder length
brown hair, which was confined by a head-band, past her slightly
squarish face and down her body. She had an athletic build, stoutly
built, the phrase came to her from somewhere. Still, she was quite
attractive, thought Jen. Nice breasts, too, from what she could
make out under the t-shirt. Not terribly large, but with nipples
pushing out against the fabric - Jen realized she was staring and
suddenly noticed that Sylvie was looking back. Intelligent brown
eyes regarded her. She blushed. Sylvie smiled and gave her a
lascivious wink. She was enjoying this! The danger of losing her
clothes, the excitement of watching others slowly stripped in front
of her. Her eyes sparkled.
From the two fifty in front of her she bid fifty cents. Jen
looked at Bill's hand. Seven, eight and nine of spades, queen
and deuce of diamonds. Possible flush, possible straight. Tim
called. Nika raised fifty and Wayne called. Bill called and
Sylvie looked ruefully down at the two lonely dollars in front
of her and called. She had nothing, Jen suspected. When she
discarded four cards, Jen knew. Tim threw two, Nika and Wayne
three each and Bill tossed in his diamonds. Bill picked up his
first card - a six of spades. With bated breath Jen watched him
pick up his last card. Deuce of spades - a flush! Bill betrayed
nothing. She looked over in time to catch a flash of a smile from
Sylvie as she regarded her hand. No 'poker face' there.
"One dollar." Sylvie spoke firmly. Tim called. Nika raised
a dollar and Wayne dropped his cards.
"Call the two dollars and raise two," said Bill unemotionally.
Sylvie looked at Bill long and hard. If she wished to stay in she'd
have to bet against something. It would be against her pants, Jen
knew. Either that or she would fold.
Sylvie grinned devilishly and spoke defiantly, "Raise another
two against my top!" She drew ten dollars out of the bank.
"Atta girl," grinned Wayne.
Tim was now in the same position Sylvie had been in. He stared
at his cards, looked up at Sylvie who winked at him, glanced at Bill's
expressionless face and dropped his cards, face down.
"Coward," chuckled Sylvie.
"Call," Nika pushed four dollars into the pot.
"Call," echoed Bill.
"Read 'em and weep," cried Sylvie in triumph. "Three Aces!"
Nika tossed her cards down and Sylvie reached for the pot.
"Not so fast, Sylvie," Bill's voice was calm. "Flush."
"Damn!" Sylvie's face fell, but Jen had a hunch it was an act.
"Awright!" Wayne smiled broadly. "You, my dear, owe the bank
your shirt!"
Sylvie looked woebegone, her head drooped. "Oh, dear. Do I have
to?" she inquired in a little girl voice.
"You know the rules. But if you're feeling too shy, I'll help you
with it." Wayne was all smiles.
Slowly Sylvie pulled at the t-shirt, rolling it up until it reached
the undersides of her breasts, where she paused. She looked up, head
still bowed, and peered, with a woebegone expression at each player in
turn until she reached Jen. She winked.
She's loving this, thought Jen. A wicked smile crossed Sylvie's
face and she removed the shirt with one quick motion, freeing her
breasts. Wayne and Nika 'ahhhed' their approval while Bill simply
smiled. Tim stared at Sylvie's breasts, almost in awe. As Jen had
thought, they were not large, but were nicely formed. The areolae
were light brown and about the size of quarters and the nipples were
thick and stood out about a quarter inch.
Sylvie looked down at her breasts, shook her head sadly and began
to tweak her nipples, much to Jen's shock. "Come on, darlings, don't
be shy. The boys want a show." She looked directly at Nika and then
at Jen, "And maybe the girls, too." Her nipples stood out about one
half an inch.
Sylvie was an exhibitionist, it occurred to Jen, and it occurred
to her, also, that she had committed a slight faux pas in not reacting
to the unveiling. Rather than being polite, not reacting was impolite,
she realized suddenly.
"Naughty, naughty," she scolded Sylvie, her smile of approval
belieing her words. Sylvie grinned back.
"Time for a short, break." Bill stood and stretched. "Besides,
I have to take a trip to the bathroom."
"You don't have to go *there* to play with yourself, Bill. We
don't mind if you do it out here. I'll watch." Sylvie leered at him.
Bill patted her bottom as he walked by.
"Maybe next time, Sylvie."
"You might turn the temperature up a mite, while you're at it."
"Good thinking, but I thought that's what you were doing."
They all laughed and began moving around. Jen sought out Sylvie,
who raised her eyebrows, "Yes?"
"I was wondering if I could ask you . . ."
"Why I bet against my shirt instead of my pants," Sylvie finished
for her.
"Well, yes."
"The men always take their shirts off first. That's so we can't
see their erections as well, if they develop them. Women mostly take
off their pants first. Keep as much covered as possible, right?
"Right."
"Besides being a bit of an exhibitionist," Jen smiled in
agreement, "I did it to distract the boys. The more they look at my
breasts, the less they will be concentrating on their cards."
Understanding dawned in Jen's eyes. "Even if I win enough money to
buy my shirt back I probably won't, and it may happen," Sylvie's
voice and face became the very heart and soul of innocence, "that I
occasionally forget myself and stroke my breasts or tweak my nipples."
They both burst out laughing.
"I can see how that might be effective. Poor Tim didn't know
where to look."
"Yea," Sylvie's eyes became dreamy, "he might be the first to
lose it all. What a pity!"
"What about Bill?"
"Nothing seems to disturb that bastard's concentration." She
growled, but smiled to rob the words of their offense. "Bill likes
winning. He likes the feeling of control, I think. So he
concentrates on the game, and until it's over nothing much fazes him.
Believe me, I've tried. I think he gets as much kick out of making
the other men undress as he does the women. Not that he's that way,
mind you, it's just the thrill of victory."
"Why do you all play with him, then?"
"Oh, he's not a bad guy. For instance, he'd never play us for
money. He wouldn't want to take our money. Our clothes, yes, our
money, no. He's good, so why not try yourself against the best?
Besides, I want to see him stripped. Not just naked, but stripped -
against his will. I live for that day. I'd love to be the one to
do it, but I'm not good enough so I'll settle for just being there
when it happens. I've seen him take off his shirt - once. He won
it back two hands later. I don't think he enjoyed losing it. Anyway,
nothing I - or any of the others - do seems to get to him. You just
can't distract him."
"Thanks, Sylvie, you've just given me the seed of an idea. I'll
have to think on this for a while." Jen was suddenly excited. Sylvie
looked at her, her eyes trying to probe beneath the surface.
"I hope it's a good one. Just let me know if I can help."
As Sylvie wandered off, Nika approached. "So far, so good, eh?"
"It's interesting. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Actually, yes. It's quite an adrenalin rush. Damn that Sylvie!"
"What's wrong with her. I was talking to her and she seems quite
nice."
"She's certainly grabbed Tim's attention. What do I have to do,
lose deliberately?" Nika laughed.
"Ah, so that's it."
"Yes, so that's it," Nika confirmed.
"I thought it might run that way, you know."
"It doesn't bother you?"
"No, Nika. Tim's really sweet, and I love him, but . . . well,
there's just no sparks. I wish you all the luck with him. I think he
likes you, too."
"You do?" Nika sounded hopeful. Jen nodded. "Thank's Jen. I
appreciate it. Oh, oh, looks like it's back to the game."
STRIP CHESS
Part 2
Jen's mind was now only half on the game. She was busy working
out details of her idea as well. She smiled as she noted that in
one regard Sylvie had been correct. Tim was watching her chest more
than his cards - his game-playing could only suffer.
Bill raised fifty cents. Sylvie studied her cards as she absently
touched at her nipple. She called. Tim glanced back at his cards and
called. Wayne showed two pair and Tim cursed. That was it. His face
beet red he began to unbutton his shirt. Sylvie and Nika began
chanting, "Take it off. Take it off." Jen couldn't resist and joined
the chant. His bare chest came into view. "Yes, yes, yes!" the girls
chanted.
"Awright, my man!"
Tim looked at Nika's exuberant face. "You're enjoying this," he
accused her.
"Damn straight." He tossed his shirt in the corner. "Ooohhh,
yesss." Everyone laughed, even Tim. Tim was smooth muscled with a
flat stomach. He had a swimmer's physique and an light tan and was
very easy to look at.
"Make a muscle for us, honey." Sylvie got into the act and Nika
glared at her. Tim obliged and Sylvie bent over and kissed his biceps.
"No touching," admonished Bill. Jen's head came up and she smiled
a little smile. She caught Sylvie's gaze on her and she winked.
Sylvie twisted at her nipple in excitement. She knew Jen was up to
something and that something boded ill for Bill. She shivered.
Wayne and Nika were getting low on cash and looked to be the next
to lose something, however, an ill-fated bluff robbed Sylvie of her
pants instead. Chagrined she stood and slowly peeled her jeans down
to her knees. Her hips began undulating and Wayne began a credible
imitation of a bump and grind strip-tease melody and all the others
clapped in time as Sylvie gyrated. Then she turned around and, knees
straight, bent over and stripped the jeans slowly from her lower legs.
The wet spot on her white lace panties was obvious. Apparently the
men weren't the only ones who were excited by her playing with her
breasts. She turned and made a deep bow to her audience, which
applauded loudly, and sat down.
"Deal," was all she said as she leaned back with a satisfied grin.
Play became a little wilder after that. Tim was visibly worried
and sweating. Nika uncertain as if she was warring within herself.
Wayne seemed at ease as if winning or losing didn't matter to him - and
his eyes never strayed far from all the bare skin opposite him. His
concentration on the game was definitely on the decline. Bill was
unflappable as ever. His eyes went from player to player, always on
the faces.
Wayne's shirt was the next to go. "Well, I can't let the side
down," was all he said, and stood. He than began to strut and strike
poses as the buttons slowly were undone. Glimpses of his tanned
muscular torso were all that were to be had until he suddenly took
a wide stance and pulled open his shirt, baring his chest. The women
applauded and cheered.
"My lady," he said to Nika, "if you'd kindly help me . . ." He
turned his back and allowed Nika to strip the shirt from him. He
posed, bunching his muscles, showing their definition and his form,
turned, bowed and sat.
Exhibitionists, all. Jen was smiling in wonderment. She had
never guessed. Except Bill. He sat calm and under control. Jen had
her ideas on that, however. She figured she knew how to make him
lose that control, it was now only a matter of the details.
The next few hands merely shuffled the money around from person
to person. Bill, Jen noticed, rarely bluffed or bid up a poor hand.
She had even seen him fold with two pair. It turned out to be a good
move, for Nika had shown three nines and scooped up the loot.
Sylvie won a large pot which left Nika with only the ante left
for the next hand. Sylvie had enough to buy back her pants or top, but
let the money stay in front of her. "One performance per piece is
all you get," and merely smiled at the boo's and hisses. She gathered
the cards together, shuffled and offered them to Bill to cut. He
declined and the cards were dealt.
Jen was stunned yet, to her credit, didn't show it. Bill had
just picked up a full house. Three queens, two sevens. She looked
at Sylvie. There was a half smile on her lips. Tim was looking
nonchalant - too nonchalant. Nika appeared content and Wayne, well
Wayne was just Wayne. It was hard to tell with him. This hand would
be interesting.
Tim opened with fifty cents and Nika immediately raised it to one
dollar, against her skirt. Wayne studied his cards and raised another
fifty cents. Bill bumped it one dollar. Sylvie stared at him a moment.
"Raise another dollar," she spoke defiantly, pushing
$3.50 into the pot. "Two-fifty to you, Tim."
Tim looked torn. He wavered. "Call against my pants." Nika
called and Wayne bumped it another fifty. Bill raised a dollar, Nika
made the final raise of one dollar and everyone called.
Tim and Nika each took two cards. Wayne smiled and asked for
one. Bill stood pat. They all looked at him. Sylvie smiled, "Not
this time you don't." He had pulled what everyone thought was a
bluff earlier. "I stand pat, too. Your bet, Tim."
"Check." Tim was worried - he looked at Bill, at Sylvie and
back again. Nika wasn't so sure as she had been and checked as well.
Wayne tossed a dollar in and Bill raised a dollar.
"Dealer calls and raises a dollar." Sylvie was smug about her call.
"Three to you, Tim."
"Call." Tim was firm.
"Call." Nika wasn't.
"Another dollar." Wayne's eyes were on Sylvie and not his cards.
"And two more."
"Last bet, dealer raises one dollar. Another four to you, Tim."
Tim wiped the sweat off of his forehead. If he folded he lost his
pants. If he didn't, and lost, he was well on his way to losing his
everything. His trembling hand reached out and picked up three dollars.
He wavered, dropped the coins back on the table and folded. He hung his
head. Nika laughed.
"Yeah," he retorted, "well it's your turn, so put up or shut up."
There was no malice in his voice. Instead it was bubbling with
suppressed laughter. Nika sobered.
"Oh, damn. All right. Call. Three to you, Wayne."
Wayne reached for his money, glanced at his cards and his face
fell. With a look of utter disgust on his face he dropped the cards
to the table and shook his head. Sylvie waved to attract his
attention, lifted her breasts with her hands and chortled, "Should
pay more attention to the cards and less to these, little boy."
To his credit Wayne laughed, "Either way I win."
"Call." Bill was still calm. "What do you have, Sylvie."
"Ace-high flush," she crowed triumphantly.
"Beats my three jacks. Oh, dear." Nika looked a little shocked.
It would be her turn to do a strip. She commiserated with Tim. "We can
do it together, my man."
"Okay, Bill. Beat my flush?"
"Sorry, Sylvie - full house." He laid down the cards.
"Damn, damn, damn! I don't mind that you are good, do you have to
be so lucky, too?"
"What can I say? Okay, Wayne, the music if you please."
Wayne went through his routine, Bill, Jen and Sylvie clapped in time
as Tim valiantly tried to keep time and remove his pants. Nika was
wearing a wraparound skirt and she unhooked it and moved it back and
forth in front of her, occasionally giving the audience a glimpse of
her black panties as she gave a high kick. Finally, as Tim completed
the removal of his pants, Nika tossed the skirt aside, and bowed to the
applause of the others. The two strippers sat down, red of face and
breathing heavily.
"Nice bulge," cried Sylvie.
"Good legs," approved Bill, while Wayne simply whistled. Indeed
Nika's legs were shapely and the willowy brunette had moved using them
to their best advantage. Poor Tim, meanwhile did show the bulge of
a semi-erection through the cloth of his blue bikini-briefs.
It seemed to Jen that each stripper was trying to out-do the one
who had gone before. Tim took time to gaze at Nika's newly uncovered
legs, much to her delight and she smiled at Jen, who simply shook her
head in disbelief.
It was difficult to believe how this game had effected her
friends. More difficult to believe the thoughts which were going
through her mind concerning Bill. Bill, during the pauses, enjoyed
the strips, but as soon as the game continued he was all business.
Jen figured she knew how to keep him for concentrating and smiled
a secret smile. What she planned could be dangerous to her, in that
she could lose her clothes, but it seemed worthwhile at that moment.
She took another sip of wine to keep up her courage, then realized
she needed to take a trip to the bathroom.
She heard cat-calls and whoops upon her return and was just in
time to see Wayne, lying on his back, pull his pants from his legs.
Then in a feat of agility he hopped directly to his feet and bowed.
He, too was sporting a semi-erection, and the girls gave him no mercy.
"Looking good," called Jen as she returned to her seat.
"I'm waiting to see you," he called back.
"You just may," she replied. That got everyone's attention.
"What's up Jen?" Nika asked, intrigued. Sylvie, too, was very
curious.
"I haven't figured it all out yet. I'll let you know as soon
as I do, though."
"Awright!" cried Wayne. "I'll be looking forward to it." He
leered at Jen, who simply smiled demurely in return.
Jen looked at the table. Sylvie was almost out of cash. Her
panties were at risk. Tim was in the same state. He had maybe
one-fifty left in front of him. Nika had almost five dollars and was
in little danger of losing her top in the near future. Jen hadn't
realized she was so familiar with the game. Wayne had just lost
his pants and thus had the better part of ten dollars left before he
would be faced with total loss of clothes. The ante money going to
the bank had left even Bill without too many reserves, but it would
take some major losses on his part before he would be forced to part
with anything.
Bill picked up the deck and dealt. Sylvie looked at her cards,
grinned and pushed her last three quarters into the pot. "Well, Tim,
it's decision time. You can quit now, or you can risk your shorts."
"Raise a dollar," Tim answered.
"Oh boy, oh boy," Nika gloated. "Call."
Wayne and Bill folded. Sylvie called against her panties.
The draw didn't make anyone overjoyed and Sylvie checked. Tim followed
suit. Nika raised a dollar. Tim looked at Sylvie and shrugged. What
could they do now. They called. Nika's two pair took the pot and Tim
turned crimson. Sylvie leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
He grinned. The two of them stood and moved to the open area. They
started with a waltz, then stepped up the pace. Tim sent Sylvie out
and when she recoiled back in to his arms he dropped to his knees and
in one smooth motion drew her panties down to the floor. She stepped
out of them and he stood up. She twirled under his hand, then she
dropped, removing his shorts in a like manner, allowing his erection
to spring up. Nika unconsciously licked her lips. Jen estimated it
at about six inches and very nice indeed. Sylvie had a neatly trimmed
bush which attracted the eyes of all the men. She stroked it absently,
then grinned, well aware of the sensation she was causing. The tip of
Wayne's cock was now peeking out of his shorts and Tim was very hard,
indeed.
Nika became involved in a personal duel with Bill and lost three
hands in a row. The third hand cost her her top. She stood, untied
her halter and allowed the material to fall to the ground as she turned
away. Arms crossed over her breasts she turned and sat back down, eyes
lowered. The others were dumbfounded and no one spoke. It was only
fun so long as they all enjoyed it. With Nika so uncomfortable, they
all became uncomfortable. Then, one by one they noticed that her
fingers were moving. She grinned up at the others, and released one
breast. The nipple was erect. The other followed. Nika raised her
arms in victory and twisted her torso back and forth, causing her
breasts to shake and bob. Finally they stilled and rested like melons
against her narrow chest. The guys all breathed a sigh. Sylvie
mouthed a silent wow.
"My deal," Nika declared brightly and bent over to scoop up the
cards. Her breasts hung down, nipples almost touching the table.
Jen looked at Tim. Nika sure had his attention now. They were nice
breasts and Jen began to feel a little warm herself. She squirmed a
bit in her seat, then stood and walked over to the balcony, opened
the sliding door and stepped out. It was now early evening, yet
still very warm. She had a view to the west and saw more thunderclouds
approaching. All the better. She would enjoy a thunderstorm. Jen
breathed deeply and relaxed. Finally she returned to the living room.
Her eyes went wide. There was a huge pile of money in the
middle of the table. Everyone must have a good hand she thought.
"Final bet, raise two dollars," called Sylvie. That left her
with only one dollar in front of her. "That's four to you, Tim."
Tim looked down at his lonely remaining quarter.
"I can't cover that. I guess I'm out," he sighed.
"Not necessarily," answered Sylvie slowly. She looked at
Wayne, who nodded, then at Bill who remained impassive. She looked
Tim straight in the eyes, "You still have one wager left, if you
want it, but everyone here has to agree. And if agreed to, no
mention of it ever leaves this room."
Tim was intrigued, as were Jen and Nika. "What do I have
left I can wager with?" asked Tim.
Sylvie hesitated and looked to Wayne. "Your body," he said
with a small smile.
"What?!" Nika, Jen and Tim exclaimed together.
"Your body - for one hour," confirmed Sylvie. "Anyone who
makes this wager - and loses - becomes the play-thing of any who
are left at the end of the game with any money. One hour. No
violence or humiliation, no degradation. As I said back at the
beginning, we are all friends." She let it sink in. Tim sat
back, almost in shock. Then the sense of her words began to
sink in. "I see that you're interested," Sylvie smiled, noting
that his erection, which had subsided was coming back.
Tim laughed, which surprised Jen. "Can't hide anything like
this, can I." He paused, deep in thought. Jen desperately wanted
him to say no. It had gone too far. Yet, she was wildly excited
and something deep within her wanted him to say yes as well.
"And if I agree to this, what do you do?" He asked. "You're
about in the same position as I am. Do you fold and leave me here
or are you staying in?"
Sylvie laughed. "With this hand, I'm in to the end." She
looked around. "That's just a little warning to you others. You
all might as well fold now! Okay, I agree to the wager if you make it."
Nika licked her lips, staring at Tim's erection. "I agree,
also," she husked.
"Fine by me," Wayne said amicably.
"Agreed." Bill turned to Jen. "Once again that leaves you.
What's it to be?"
"Me? I'm not even in the game." Jen was taken aback.
"No, but you're here. Nothing leaves the room. If you're not
in we can't be either. Of course, not being in the game, you're not
entitled to the privileges either."
Jen thought about how this could affect her idea. Her stomach
fluttered, her nipples grew hard with excitement. Bill was really
in for it, she thought. She touched her tongue to her lips
unconsciously. Sylvie was staring at her intently. Sylvie knew!
She didn't know what, but she knew. Sylvie gave a short sharp nod
of her head and Jen was decided.
"I'm in," she smiled. "I'm in further than you can guess
right now. I'll tell you all about it when your game is over and
mine can begin." Sylvie smiled in glee.
Bill was surprised and made to ask her a question but she
sat down and simply said, "Continue."
Tim studied his cards once more, then shoved his last quarter
into the centre of the table. It was done. "Cards?" Nika took
one. Wayne took one, Bill two and Sylvie one. "Dealer takes
two." They all studied their hands. It was intense.
"Bet two." Nika voice was strained.
"Call." Wayne was relaxed. He'd probably done this many times
before, thought Jen.
"Raise two." Quiet, unflappable Bill. We'll see how unflappable
you are, Jen giggled to herself. There were butterflies in her
stomach and she shivered.
"I'm in," said Sylvie softly. "See, Tim, we're in it together
now. Oh, yes, you don't bet here. You and I are in it to the end
now."
"Call." Nika tossed in two dollars. She had only one and a
quarter left.
"Raise one, against my undies," Wayne shrugged fatalisticly.
"Last bid, call."
Nika called. "Who shows first?"
"Dead man's hand - Aces and eights, anyone beat that?" asked
Wayne.
"Three Queens." Tim laid them out. The other three sat still
for a moment.
"Damn," said Sylvie, showing three Jacks. "I guess I'm a toy for
the next hour." She didn't seem too disturbed. Tim breathed a sigh
of relief.
"Sorry, Tim," snickered Nika, "Straight to the ten. Looks like
you're a toy, too! Well, Bill, can you beat a straight?"
Bill laid down his cards. He had another full house.
"What can you do?" asked Sylvie rhetorically. "It's just
not fair." She looked at Jen closely, curiously. "I think it's
time to end the game. Any objections? Nika still has her panties
and a quarter, Wayne seven dollars and what dignity he can muster,
not to mention a lovely hard, fat cock, just straining at the
bit and Bill has, as usual, all the money and everything." She
waited for a minute. No one spoke. "Done! Let the games begin!"
"As host, I'll give up my stake in the party and keep Jen
company. Nika, you're next in line. Pick a playmate. There's a
sofa-bed in the den you can use, if you like. Nika stood up shakily.
She retrieved the belt from Tim's pants and stood between Sylvie and
Tim. She looked consideringly at Sylvie, then at Tim. She smiled,
a feral smile, threaded the belt and placed it around Tim's wrist.
Pulling on her ersatz leash she dragged Tim behind her. "We'll have
to put that tool of yours to some good use, my toy."
"There are condoms in the medicine cabinet," Bill called out.
"Wait!" cried Sylvie. Nika stopped.
"Who are you to give orders, Sylvie," chuckled Wayne, "you're
my toy, and it's payback time. I well remember last time!"
"Don't you want to know what Jen has planned?" Everyone's
interest was suddenly piqued and Nika led Tim back to the living
room.
"Yes, tell us," urged Wayne. The others nodded.
"Well, it's like this," Jen looked directly at Bill, "there
are two of us here fully clothed and I don't think that's fair."
Bill raised an eyebrow. "So I propose a game between the two of
us where it will be difficult for either of us to remain totally
clothed."
"Yesss!" exclaimed Sylvie.
"So, if Bill feels up to it," she looked him up and down,
"I challenge him to a game of Strip-Chess." Everyone looked
surprised. Strip Chess?
"I'm better than you, you know that. You've never won
a game from me. What is this, just a ploy to take off some of
my clothes as you go down to defeat?" They had played several
times at the university and Jen knew he was right. Sylvie
looked a little disappointed, Jen thought.
"Normally, I'd agree with you, but I'm slanting the rules a
little. Distractions are allowed, in fact they'll be a major
part of the game. I'm betting I can distract the hell out of you
and that you'll lose. In fact, I'll bet more than my clothes."
This time Bill raised both eyebrows. "What's the object of Chess?"
Bill paused for a moment as if he couldn't believe what he
was hearing. "Mate."
"Right. So if you win, you get me, for one hour. Okay?"
"I don't know . . ."
"For one hour you get to fuck me where, when, how, as long and
as often as you like. You can lend me to your friends or whatever."
She couldn't believe she was saying this, using those words, "There
are only three conditions."
Bill was interested, Jen knew. His eyes were slightly narrowed
and calculating. "And these conditions are?"
"As before, it stays in this apartment. No one else comes in
and it is never mentioned outside of this group. Second, no major
pain."
"Major pain?" Bill interrupted.
Jen smiled, "I guess I can accept a spanking if you can."
"Agreed. Oh, and the last condition?"
"Condoms are used."
"Of course. Agreed. What are these slanted rules?"
"While one person is thinking about a move the other can attempt
to distract him - or her. Any uncovered part of the body is a legal
target for that distraction. Captured pieces uncover parts of the
body. And Bill . . ."
Bill hesitated, he didn't think he was going to like what was
coming. "Yes?"
"No holds barred, Bill."
"No holds barred?" He was astonished.
"That's right. Anything goes."
"Can I make a suggestion," Tim chimed in. "I don't think
tickling should be allowed. You want to be able to ignore the
attempted distraction, if you are strong enough. Tickling might
make it impossible to even look at the board." The two opponents
nodded agreement. "So, when does the game begin?"
"In half an hour. If you are not finished playing with each
other, you can continue out here. That will be an added distraction
for each of us. Are you in, or not?"
"How about an ninety minutes?" A little smile played about
Bill's lips. "You are risking a lot, just to see a little more of
my body, Jen. I'll enjoy taking you."
"Goes both ways. I win and I get you whenever, however, I want
for the next hour and a half, and," she caught Sylvie's eye, "I can
lend you out, too. I'd be worried if I were you, Bill." Her heart
was beating like a trip hammer and her face was flushed. She was
going to do it!
Nika had listened to it all in astonishment. This wasn't the
Jen she knew. On the other hand she wasn't the Nika, Jen knew
either. Speaking of which, "Come toy, we have half an hour, no
time to spare lollygagging about." Tim followed her meekly into
the den.
Sylvie came over to Jen before Wayne led her away. "Strip him
naked, Jen. Go for it. Do it and I'll owe you one. Whatever,
whenever."
End of Part 2, Strip Chess, by Delta
Delta.
STRIP CHESS
Part 3
"Okay, Jen, now that you have your bet, let's get down to the
fine-tuning. You've obviously given this a fair bit of thought, so
how does it work?" Bill was sitting opposite Jen at the kitchen
table. There was a glass of wine in front of each of them. He
looked pretty smug, she thought. Well, she would change that!
At least she hoped she would.
"Well, there are seven pieces and eight pawns which can be
captured. Obviously we won't be wearing 15 articles of clothing,
so I figured it'd work something like this:
When one of us captures a piece from the other, she - or he (if you
ever capture any of my pieces) [Bill smiled] - gets two minutes to
take off whatever clothes are governed by that piece and to play
with whatever is exposed. After that time, she - or he - may, ah,
stimulate any or all areas exposed by any captures during the time
her - or his - opponent is planning a move. Once a move is made,
the situation is reversed. Got it?"
"I think so. What body parts are covered by what pieces?"
"That'll be by mutual agreement. My idea is:
1st Knight captured opens either the hands or feet as targets.
2nd Knight captured - the same - choice belongs to the opponent."
Bill interrupted. "You mean, if I capture a knight from you
I can then choose to play with either your hands or your feet. And
every time you are making a move after that my choice comes into play.
Capture the second knight and then both the hands and the feet are
legitimate - targets you called them?"
"Precisely. To continue:
Queen and Rook combination takes care of the bottoms;
Rook and Bishop combination takes care of the tops;
The remaining Bishop uncovers, so to speak, the head and neck.
Again, where the Rook and Bishop are concerned, the one who captures
the piece decides what it is applied against. Any questions?"
"Interesting," replied Bill. "I assume that the combinations
you talk about mean that if I capture your queen first, then your
skirt goes and I get access to your legs. If I then capture a
rook I can remove either your panties or . . . or what? - all you
are wearing is that halter top."
"You can loan me a shirt?" Jen asked. Bill nodded. "Okay,
then the rook in question would take either my panties or the
shirt. If the shirt were already gone - due to the loss of a
bishop - then it would take the top. With the shirt gone, you
have access to my arms and mid-section. You have one of those
cut off t-shirts which exposes your middle?" Bill nodded again.
"Okay, you wear that under your shirt and same thing goes for me.
Now if you capture a Rook first, then it's either the pants/skirt
or the shirt. Once you choose, you can't go back. If you take
my skirt and then you capture a bishop you can't give me back my
skirt and use the rook-bishop combination to take my shirt and
top."
"That's fine. Now what about the pawns? Have you any
special ideas for them?"
Jen frowned. "No, but they should count for something."
Bill looked around the kitchen as he thought. His eyes fell
on the timer. "I have it," he exclaimed. "The capture of a pawn
entitles the capturer to a two minute distraction session against
whatever is uncovered to that time. If no pieces have been taken
then the head and hands are the only legit targets. How's that?"
Jen laughed out loud. "You catch on fast. I'll add to that.
During the 'distraction time' after the capture of any piece or
pawn, the loser cannot look at the board. It's eyes closed until
the timer rings." She took a sip of wine. She'd have to be
careful. It wouldn't due to get too high. That'd spoil her
concentration for sure. On the other hand, without the wine she
wasn't sure she'd be able to go through with this.
"Agreed. You have a wicked mind, Jen. I wish I'd known this
a whole lot earlier." He shook his head, biting his lower lip to
keep form smiling. "Anything else we need to agree on?" He suddenly
stopped as an "ohh, ohhh, OHHH!" drifted into the kitchen then died
away. "That'll be you, shortly, my dear Jen!"
A shiver went down her back at his smile, yet she was
determined not to let him gain any advantages. "You're probably
right, Bill, 'cause I don't intend to allow you relief so quickly.
>From what I've heard, you've been ruling the roost with your
card games. I intend to chop that roost down from under you."
"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, eh?" He
smiled as Jen grimaced. "Now, how long do we get to make a move?"
"How about two minutes as well? We don't want this dragging
on all night, do we?" Jen glanced at her watch. The half hour
was almost up.
"One last thing, Jen, when the distractee says 'move' the
distracter stops immediately and the distractee moves his piece
and the situation reverses. Penalty for saying 'move' before
you're ready - you don't get to distract your opponent during
his or her next move. Same for not stopping immediately."
"Agreed. Bill, go get me that shirt, please, and let's set
up the board. I have to make a quick trip to the bathroom."
Bill grinned, remembering Sylvie's comment to him earlier,
"No need to play with yourself in there, Jen. I'll be doing that
for you soon enough."
"Yes, you will, but under my command."
"In your dreams."
It had begun already and neither was prepared to give an
inch. Jen went to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. Her
stomach was doing flip-flops. If she lost - no, she couldn't,
wouldn't lose. But if she did - it'd been her idea and to lose
would be humiliating. Not to mention she'd have no control over
what he did to, or with, her. Gods, he could bring in the other
two men and have an orgy, with her as the centre of attention,
maybe even the two other women as well! Her hands started to shake.
No! It wouldn't come to that. She was going to win. Now, if
those kinds of thoughts could shake her up, what would shake him up?
She flushed the toilet and washed her hands.
A sudden inspiration led her to check the medicine cabinet.
Bill had said there were condoms there. Just maybe - yes! She
spotted a tube of lubricant next to the condoms and picked it up.
Yes, she'd get him to use his imagination against himself - if he
had an imagination.
Outside, she heard Bill knocking on the doors of the rooms
from which the odd moan and groan still emanated. She felt herself
getting wet, thinking about what was going on - and what was to come.
Bill's voice brought her back. "Five minutes, kiddies, if
you want to see the lovely Miss Jen slowly stripped of her clothes
and then her control."
"Bastard," she grimaced to herself. "Cocky bastard. We'll see
who is stripped." She opened the bathroom door as Bill walked by.
He handed her a shirt. She put it on, concealing the tube of
lubricant in her skirt pocket, and followed him back to the
living room. The chess board had been set up on a lamp table which
had been moved to the middle of the room. They'd have to play
standing up.
The two opponents moved up to the table and both began to
slowly circle it, looking for the best vantage point. Bill noted
the look of grim determination on Jen's face and inwardly chuckled.
She'd need all that determination and more, and it still wouldn't
do her any good. He was good at chess - much better than she. In
their games together he'd been slacking off just a little. He
had enjoyed her company and hadn't wanted the games to end too
quickly, nor to discourage her overly so she wouldn't come back
for the rematch. Now, he was going to let loose all the stops.
No mercy.
Jen glanced at Bill's face. He was confident, too confident.
Ordinarily he would be better than she, she knew. But not so much
better that he had any right to be that confident . . . unless . . .
Her stomach jumped. She could be in trouble. She caught herself.
No, this was not an ordinary situation. She had all the time of the
poker game to think it out. If she couldn't disrupt his steel
trap mind, then he wasn't human - and he was human all right. She
allowed herself a small smile.
Nika and Tim walked into the room, both naked. Tim looked
disheveled and almost stunned - as if he couldn't believe what
had happened to him. Nika fairly glowed. She was about to make
a joke to Bill and Jen when she noticed their intensity. She was
taken aback. This wasn't just a game to them, they were both out
for blood.
Bill and Jen had stopped circling. Bill picked up one pawn
of each colour and took them behind his back. He then held out
his hands. Jen pointed at his right hand and it opened. There
lay the black pawn. His left opened to disclose the white one.
Jen relaxed a bit. She was black, she moved second. It was
a slight disadvantage, she knew, but tonight she preferred black.
She glanced outside to the darkening sky just as a bolt of
lightning split the night. The roll of thunder was quite a while
in following. Jen smiled to herself. Yes, she was black, belonging
to the darkness of the night, she was of the night; the hidden
femaleness, sensual and earthy, counterpoint to the openness and
aggressive harshness of the light and of the day. The thought of
the coming storm pleased her immensely. Her body straightened as
she felt the energy begin to flow into her. It was a good omen.
Wayne led Sylvie into the room. A sardonic smile played about
his lips. He'd had a good time with Sylvie, just as he had known
he would. She was quite wonderful. Now, he'd get a chance at
Jen. He'd seen Bill play in competition and knew how good he
truly was. Jen didn't stand a chance, he knew it. And she'd
pushed Bill's buttons. That had been foolish. He hoped she
was good enough, or reckless enough to take some of Bill's clothes.
If she did, Bill would be more likely to want to teach her a lesson,
and that lesson just might put Jen in his bed for a little. Wayne
was looking forward to that. Jen might talk a good fight, but
Wayne didn't think she was really ready for multiple partners.
This was going to be fun, he pursed his lips and nodded.
Sylvie looked at Jen, dressed in one of Bill's shirts, with
the sleeves rolled up so they wouldn't cover her hands. She looked
good, her breasts pushing out the shirt and mostly hiding her
waist as the shirt wasn't tucked in. The skirt was a midi - showing
her calves, which were nicely formed. Sylvie licked her lips.
She was rooting for Jen, all the way. Partially because she wanted,
badly, to see Bill stripped and thus get back at him for all the
times he'd stripped her, partially for the possibility of getting
Bill in the sack, with *her* in control, after Jen had finished with
him (if she'd read Jen's look right earlier) and definitely partially
because she would then, as she told Jen, owe her one. And she hoped
that Jen would collect - personally.
"Okay, Boys and Girls, welcome to the first game of Strip
Chess to be played here. We'll explain the rules, so you'll
know what is going on." Bill smiled at the two couples,
"But first let me say it's good to see all of you here, it's also
good to see you all here," He chuckled at his own joke. "especially
as you still have time on the clock. Jen, it's your game,
you give them a quick rundown of the rules." He turned and
went into the kitchen.
Jen gave the two couples a rundown of the rules while
her eyes ran up and down the couples. She'd never seen Nika
naked before. The woman had a body to die for! Those lovely
large, for her body, upturned breasts, the slim waist and smoothly
flowing hips. She licked her lips. She smiled inwardly at the
close cropped Mohawk her friend wore above her pussy, and wondered,
once again, what it would be like to be with a woman.
Tim, as he assimilated the rules, and began to realize what they
would portend, became more and more excited. Jen watched his
flaccid penis begin to grow before her eyes, then glanced at Wayne
to see him in a like condition. Soon there were two nice fat
cocks standing at attention. As Jen finished explaining the
rules she compared Tim and Wayne. They contrasted nicely, Tim
with his smooth flowing muscles, Wayne with his bulging ones, Tim
with short (relatively) curly brown hair, Wayne with his long blonde
hair. Both tanned and very fit. Tim moved with a catlike grace,
Wayne powered his way. Both were easy to watch. And even more so
now, with both of them standing there naked and with their little men
standing at attention. Wayne was bigger, and longer than Tim,
but she suspected they'd both be just fine. Neither had anything
to be ashamed of. They both looked after their bodies. She grinned
to herself, nice butts, too.
Sylvie, though she knew only the rudiments of chess, was
ecstatic. She grinned her approval at Jen as Jen ran down the
rules. She was clever, very clever. Bill might have known her
much longer, yet although this was the first time they'd really
spoken, Sylvie thought she knew Jen better. Bill was in for a
very rough time. And how do I feel about this, she thought.
Only one word came to mind - gleeful. She could hardly keep still.
All the times she'd been stripped - it was all going to be worth
it. For now she had a hunch she was going to see a *real* master
at work. And, if she could, she'd help.
Nika's eyes were shining. Hell, this was more fun than she'd
had in ages. She was very happy, indeed, that she'd run into Jen
that afternoon. If she hadn't, there would have been a more
intimate lunch with Tim, but it was unlikely that she'd have had
her way with him, been so easily able to introduce him to the things
she loved a man to do with her, *and* just how she liked them done.
Men were so silly not to ask these things. Now he would know and he
would remember and there would be no awkwardness about it. It had
been a fine day, and this little show would be a fine end for it.
Bill reentered the room with two more bottles of wine. He
replenished the glasses of the two couples, then set two wine
glasses on the table and filled them.
Jen knew exactly what he was doing. Their glasses weren't
ordinary wine glasses - they were closer to brandy snifters - and
she was sure that Bill would keep her glass filled while not drinking
at all himself. That way she might drink more than was appropriate,
given the stakes. She nodded her head slightly, appreciating Bill's
move. She'd have to be careful, but then, she had a counter move
prepared.
Bill was an aggressive player. He liked to move quickly to
dominate the centre of the board and then use his superior position
to concentrate power and whittle away at his opposition's defenses.
He rarely left an opponent with the opportunity to come away with
more than an equal exchange, and even then he usually ended up
with a better position. Thus he rarely worried about losing
pieces. If she could worry him, make him protect his pieces, to
the point of not wanting to give them up in an equal exchange,
she'd force him to change his game. If he changed his game, there
was a chance for her. If her distractions were better than his,
she would win.
"Oh, Bill. The timer. We'll need that, too." Bill nodded
and headed back for the kitchen. Jen took the opportunity to
address the audience. "I think I can guarantee you quite a show.
So pull up some seats and make yourselves comfortable. Although
two of you," she grinned and nodded at Wayne and Tim, "look a
little uncomfortable at the moment."
Nika took a quick look down at Tim's cock and her eyes went
wide. "Oh goody," she cooed and scampered down the hall. Back
she came with a condom and was busy rolling it on when Bill
returned with the timer. It was an electronic timer and could
thus be set to an exact time. Bill set it for two minutes and
placed it on the table. He looked up at Nika, who had finished
covering Tim.
"Is everyone ready?" He asked.
"Almost," replied Nika as she brought forward one of the
kitchen chairs which had been in use in the living room. She
placed a cushion for back support on it. "Tim, my toy, come here
and sit down. Yes, that's it, slouch a little." She then straddled
his legs and lowered herself slowly on his cock. "Ohhhh," she
sighed as she engulfed him and came to a rest on his lap. She
opened her eyes and smiled demurely at Bill and Jen. "Now I'm
comfortable. You can start." She turned her head, "Can you see
okay, Tim?" He told her he could and she smiled dreamily and
began to rock her hips slowly back and forth on his cock.
Wayne took a long look at the pair and concluded that this
was a good idea. He sent Sylvie for another condom, grabbed
another chair and cushion and was waiting when Sylvie returned.
His cock bobbed. "You know what to do - you just had a
demonstration." Sylvie went to work quickly, then gasped as
he pulled her down on him quickly, his cock entering her fully.
His hands moved quickly to her breasts and began kneading them
as she slowly rose and fell on his instrument of impalement.
Bill chuckled and shook his head. "Now that everyone is
ready, we can begin. Move. Pawn to King's fourth. You have two
minutes." He started the timer.
Jen looked at Bill. "One more thing, Bill."
"Now what is it? You want me to spot you a rook, do you?" He
was trying to get under her skin - she giggled - in more ways than
one.
"No. Just one more condition. No surrender, Bill. That okay?"
"Pardon?"
"No one resigns. We play it out to the bitter (or naked) end.
No matter what. We play until a checkmate."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He paused. "Say, what
if there's a Stalemate?"
Jen was surprised. She hadn't even considered that. "Then
all bets are off. Anything after that is by mutual consent."
"Agreed. I'll reset the timer for you - my last act of
charity for the night."
End of Part 3, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 4
"No need. Move. Pawn to Queen's fourth." She reset the
timer and started it.
Bill looked up. Jen had never used the Centre Counter Defense
before as a counter to the King's Pawn opening. She generally played
a fairly conservative game. Her strength lay in the powerful
defenses she was able to erect. If she tried to play it fast and
loose, she would be going down in flames rather quickly. On the
other hand, taking her pawn would give her queen the centre of
the board. No matter, he would force it back quickly enough and
now was as good a time as any to show her what she would be in for.
"Move. Pawn takes Pawn. And now," he smiled and the image
which came to her was that of a cat playing with a mouse, "it
begins." He set the timer for two minutes and started it. She
obediently stepped back from the table and closed her eyes.
She was trembling, yet managed to control herself as she
allowed another image to fill her mind. 'Better be careful,
Sylvester,' she verbalized to herself, 'This is one giant mouse
you don't want to tangle with.' She was still trembling, but
now it was with suppressed laughter. She felt he was behind her
and knew it when his hand caressed her hair momentarily before
gathering it together and sweeping it across her left shoulder
to spill over her breast leaving bare the right side of her neck.
He tilted her head sideways, she offered no resistance. She gave
a little jump as his fingers stroked her bare neck and she heard
his chuckle. His lips replaced his fingers.
He nibbled up and down the hollow of her neck. Gods! Where
did he learn to do this? It was intensely erotic. Sylvester,
Sylvester, Sylvester, she chanted to herself. His left hand
came around in front of her and the forefinger tapped at her
lips. She opened her mouth for him and his finger entered. She
closed her lips around it and gently sucked on it as he drew it
in and out. The finger was removed then it was back again moments
later. She tasted it. He had dipped it in the wine.
"That's right, baby. Suck on it. Pretty soon that'll be
my cock and you'll be loving it. Play with it with your tongue,
that's right. Feels good, doesn't it? Get used to it, you'll
be doing it a lot, very, very soon." He was surprised at her
instant compliance. He figured he'd have to remind her of the
no holds barred rule.
Bad move, buddy, she thought. You should have stayed quiet.
At least you are whispering, though. She worked her tongue around
his finger, trying to excite him with the possibilities. He
withdrew the finger and moved around to her front, held her face
between his hands, bent over and kissed her on the lips. She
opened her lips and allowed his tongue inside. She kissed back
passionately, dueling with his tongue, breathing heavily through
her nose. Another bad move, my friend. Should have been more
gentle and kept your lips closed, she thought. He had talent,
but his strategy was off. She felt him holding her head more
tightly as, in spite of himself, he became excited. She began
to moan slightly.
Sylvie watched Bill at work as she slowly raised and lowered
herself on Wayne's cock. This wasn't a very good start, she
thought. When Jen began to moan, Sylvie was sure that Jen
was in deep trouble. Then she saw Bill wrap his arms around
her and pull her close. Surely Jen would complain. She didn't.
A full five seconds passed - then suddenly Jen turned her head
away from Bill and pushed back.
"Foul!" she cried out.
"What do you mean, foul?" Bill was a little breathless and
didn't understand what was happening.
"You touched my back, rubbed up against my breasts and belly,
and you haven't won the right to do so." Jen was grinning in spite
of herself. The timer rang. "I won't penalize you this time,
but watch yourself, buddy." She turned her head and winked at
Sylvie.
Sylvie's face lit up. She had been right earlier. She *was*
watching a real master. She began moving up and down just a little
faster, enjoying the friction of Wayne's cock as it moved in and
out of her. This was going to be good, and she was here to enjoy
it all! Ring side seat, you might say.
Bill was chagrined. He had blown it, and he knew it. He had
allowed himself to get sucked into his own trap. The idea had been
to get her excited while remaining calm himself. He reset the timer
for her move but she stopped him before he could start it.
"Never mind. It won't take me long. Move. Queen takes
pawn. Have a seat on that chair." It was another kitchen chain.
Bill sat down and closed his eyes as Jen started the timer.
She was behind him and he felt her hand come down to rest
lightly on his head. Her other hand made for his neck, rested
there while the first one joined it. Then she began to lightly
move her spread fingers up his neck through his hair to the top of
his head where they described circles before moving back down again.
As she lightly massaged his scalp she began talking in a low
intimate tone.
"That was a lovely kiss you gave me, darling. I wanted it
to go on and on. I look forward to another. Hmmmm, so nice."
Her fingers kept up their work. He'd never realized just how
sensitive the scalp could be. "Move your head, darling, show
me what feels good." He acquiesced, the way she had acquiesced
to him earlier in sucking his finger. "Ah, yes. It makes it ever
so much more exciting for me when you show me what you like. I
want to please you, you know. I want to do what you want me to
do." Occasionally her hands would lightly touch his forehead
before sliding down along the sides of his face and around back
to his neck again. "You're not going to be too hard on me, are
you. I was a little drunk when I started this. I'm sorry now.
You won't make me too sorry, will you, honey? I'm a little
scared at what you might do." He'd make her sorry, all right.
No pleading or begging would get her out of what he had planned.
After ninety minutes, she'd both regret and be overjoyed she'd
tempted him. "Don't be too hard on me, darling. I'll do what
you want." No kidding she'd do what he wanted. It was part of
the bet. But it might not be what *she* wanted.
Her hands moved down his face and her fingers lightly swept
over his lips before retreating again over his ears and back to
his neck. God, the lips were sensitive to the light touch, why
hadn't he known that and used it against her? Surely two minutes
were up. On the other hand, he didn't want this to end. It felt
good, very good. But it wouldn't stop him from what he'd planned.
After he had her naked and defeated he'd . . . .
It was like a sudden shock went through him. This was what
she wanted him to think about. Damn, and he'd fallen for it again!
No more, bitch. Except she wasn't a bitch. Or was she? He tried
to think of the game, but it was so early that he knew all the
options and so couldn't concentrate on it. He became aware that only
one hand was massaging him now. She moved around in front of him,
took his hand in hers and held it against her breast. The nipple
was hard. (Unknown to him, the fingers of her other hand had been
pinching it for just this purpose.)
Jen's eyes were on the timer. "Just think, darling," she
murmured to him, just loud enough for all to hear, "soon there won't
be any material between us. Just think." Her voice faded as she
withdrew and stepped back to the table in time to shut off the timer
as it made it's first beep. She reset it to two minutes.
Wayne watched Bill get up from the stool. He appeared shaken.
For the first time Wayne considered the unsettling thought that
Bill might not win. He gave his head a shake. It couldn't happen,
Bill always won. He looked up to Bill, almost like to an older
brother or a mentor - yes, that was closer. He was always calm,
nothing ever seemed to rattle him. And now this pussy here was
rattling his cage. Snap out of it Bill, he thought at his friend.
Speaking of pussy, there was a nice one moving up and down
on him right now. Nice and slow. With her doing all the work and
moving so slowly he could remain hard all night. He reached forward
and gave Sylvie's nipples a tweak and was rewarded with a moan.
"Why not rest for a few minutes, baby, and I'll play with your
titties a while." Sylvie leaned back against him and gave a slight
shiver as his hands brushed across her breasts, then focused on her
nipples.
Bill was now the one with the look of grim determination on his
face. He'd have to watch himself. He glanced at the board, then
across at Jen's oh, so innocent features.
"Please don't look at me like that," she said in what came
close to a little girl tone of voice, "you're frightening me."
Bill wondered if anything ever frightened her. "Move.
Queen Bishop's Pawn to Queen Bishop four." He reset the timer.
Now Jen's Queen was in danger and she'd have to move it.
She did. And that's how it began, her spiral down toward
defeat. Bill began to deploy his pieces, dominating the centre
as was his habit, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
He didn't speak to her during her moves, he merely studied the
board. During his moves, which lasted mere seconds, he closed his
ears to everything, so intent was he on his game. Jen stopped
trying to distract him. She, too, had to concentrate on the board.
She flung up her defenses, yet knew he'd break them down eventually.
His rapid moves put drove the game and without really realizing it
she made her own moves faster and faster without using the time she
had available to best advantage. After all, she knew her favourite
moves, and it was early in the game. A voice within her head was
trying to attract her attention, yet all she heard were his terse
commands:
"Move. Queen to . . .
"Move. Queen's knight to . . .
"Move. King Bishop's Pawn to . . .
"Move. . . .
"Move. . . .
"Move. . . ."
Now Jen truly knew despair. She was going to lose and lose
badly. He had her. He knew it and she knew it. He was so good!
After every move he made she looked back and it seemed so obvious,
what he'd done, yet before the move she'd missed it completely.
He'd been toying with her before, she now realized. That he was so
far above her, she'd never dreamed. If her despair had left any
room for anger at the way he'd allowed her to come close in their
previous games, she'd have been angry. But there was no room for
anger. The despair covered everything like a flood. There was
no escape. No little boat into which she could climb and float away.
She had to stand there and take it. And after she had taken it,
she'd have to take it again and again.
Soon he would finish developing his position and begin moving
against her pieces. She'd be stripped, played with, defeated and
then taken. Her face almost crumpled.
Wayne was in his glory now. He knew that this pussy couldn't
take Bill. Now it was only a matter of time. He nudged Sylvie to
start moving again and, obediently, she began to ride his cock once
more. He pinched her nipples lightly to hear her gasp. Yes, indeed,
it was going to be a fine night. In the mood Bill was in Wayne had
no doubt but that he'd be seeing more of Jen. All of Jen. And that
Jen would be feeling him - in places where she wouldn't want him.
His cock stiffened - more from his thoughts than from the sensation
of Sylvie riding him.
Nika was still rocking back and forth on Tim. She was absently
fingering her clit as she rocked, enjoying the sensations as the
energy within her slowly, oh so slowly, built. She felt for Jen.
Poor Jen. She had bitten off more than she could chew. Yes, it
was too bad, but there would be no real harm done. Nika felt an
ambivalence about the whole game. She was Jen's friend, and of
course wished all the best for her, however, she also wouldn't
mind seeing her friend naked. That might be fun too. Perhaps
Bill would invite the rest of them, including Sylvie and herself,
to enjoy Jen. If he did, would she?
Nika began rocking just a little faster, fingering her
clit just a little more firmly. She contemplated herself -
surprised. Perhaps she would. How about that?
Look at me, damn it! Sylvie could see Jen starting to tremble
and willed Jen to look at her. If Jen did not regain her
composure very quickly it would all be over. Sylvie didn't
understand how strong Bill's position was becoming, being mostly
unfamiliar with chess; however, though the captured pieces were
equal - one pawn each - Sylvie understood well enough that Jen
was in trouble. Look at me, Jen. Look at me.
Jen didn't look. Instead she darted a glance over to
where Nika and Tim were sitting. Nika was contemplating her.
What was she thinking, Jen wondered. Tim, meanwhile, was
concentrating on the back of Nika's head. His hands, supporting
her hips moved slowly up her back. Jen returned her attention to
the Chess board.
Tim had found this a most exciting day. He felt sorry for
Jen, however his concentration was on the wonderful woman who
was sitting on him, rocking on his cock, keeping him hard. It
had been a day of great discovery for Tim. He thanked his
lucky star that he had not given in to his first impulse to
run (figuratively speaking) as soon as Strip Poker had been
brought up seriously. He was also thankful that he'd lost.
He'd started, hoping to win, to see Nika's body. And when
he had been offered the chance to wager his own body he'd
taken it in the hope of recovering his losses and later being
able to exact the same from Nika. It hadn't happened - and it
was just as well. He'd learned a lot from being Nika's toy.
Things he would never have dreamed of asking her, she simply
told him in order that he please her better.
Tim moved his left hand up until it rested on Nika's left
shoulder and gripped her lightly. He made a small V with his
extended fore and index fingers on his right hand and placed
them one to each side of Nika's spine just below her neck.
He pressed slightly then drew his hand down her back as far as
he could. He then started back at the top and repeated the
movement. Nika arched her back under the pressure and hummed
softly. With each stroke he added a little pressure until he
had achieved the desired weight. His left hand kept Nika from
moving forward when he pressed. She began slowly rolling her
head around, still humming with the pleasure of it all.
"That feels wonderful, Tim. Thank-you."
Tim remained quiet but a smile of satisfaction appeared on
his face. He watched her move as he stroked her back and listened
to her hums of pleasure. Jen had been right. It did make it so
much more pleasurable and exciting when one's partner showed how
much pleasure she was receiving. Following Jen's lead he began
to run his fingers up through Nika's hair to massage her scalp.
Again she let him know how much it pleased her and the joy rose
within him. It felt like he rose a little more within her, too,
but he knew that didn't really happen. Still it felt awfully good.
There was a certain feeling of power in pleasing someone, he
realized. This power, however, wasn't power over the other person,
rather a sort of power with them. That was the problem with what
Bill and Jen were doing. They were after power over, not power with.
Knowing Jen as he did, and loving her as a friend, he felt that she
didn't really desire that sort of power and was simply using it to
make a point. Unfortunately it didn't seem too likely that her point
was going to make much of an impression. Not if she didn't get a
move on. Even now it seemed as if it might be too late. That was
too bad, he thought.
Look at me, Jen, damn it, look at me. Sylvie's concentration
was something fierce and, almost as if she heard, Jen's head swiveled
around until her eyes, set in a face of woe, met Sylvie's. Finally!
Sylvie glared at Jen for a moment, then made a fist of her left hand
cupped her right palm below it and made a sharp motion, as if to
strike he palm with her fist. The movement caught Jen's attention
and Sylvie repeated it. Jen's eyes came back up to meet Sylvie's.
Sylvie was no longer glaring, still there was a look of determination
in her eyes. She stared for a moment longer, made one more striking
motion then gave an almost millimetric nod.
Understanding flooded into Jen's eyes and she returned the nod.
Composing herself, she turned back to the board just as another bolt
of lightning pierced the sky. Shortly afterwards the sound of the
thunder was heard in the room. The sound was a joy to Jen and more
than anything it helped her regain her spirits. She glanced at the
timer. Only seconds left to make a play or suffer a penalty. She
made a quick move which neither strengthened nor weakened her position.
Bill cast an amused glance at her then made another quick move.
He no longer bothered with the timer where his moves were concerned,
merely reset it for Jen's next move.
Jen studied the board again. There had to be a way, there just
had to. There was! She saw it. What had she been thinking of?
She had been playing Bill's game, when she already knew she
couldn't beat him at it. Not at the level where she thought him
to be and certainly not at the level where he truly was. She had
to play her own game and disrupt his. This might do it. It was
taking a huge chance, it was a gamble, but it was the only one she
could see.
She looked up at Bill and smiled. She almost laughed at the
sudden look of consternation on his face. The words 'what have I
missed?' leapt to his eyes, she could almost read them there. He
quickly returned his attention to the board but she had no
intention of allowing that.
"Move. Rook takes Pawn." She spoke with as much authority
as she could muster.
"What?!" Bill was incredulous. It didn't make any sense.
Or did it? It was too late for him to check, for she was leading
him back to the chair. He sat and closed his eyes, recalling, in
his mind's eye, the board.
His hair was suddenly ruffled, his face seized and he was
assaulted by one of the most passionate kisses it had ever been
his good fortune to receive. The intent, no doubt, was to ruin
his concentration on the chess board. It worked. While Jen
locked lips with him her hands were busy mussing his hair, touching
his face and caressing his ears. He was quite out of breath when
she broke contact.
Jen took his hand in hers and turned it palm up. She began
tracing patterns on it. "Oh, Bill," he heard her say, "I know you
didn't believe it possible, but I've got you." Her voice was low
and sultry, tinged with her excitement, which tended to excite him
as well. He tried to concentrate once more on his mind's eye game
board, yet found his attention drawn ever back to his palm. What
*was* she tracing there. Every time he began to get the sense of
it she changed the pattern. It bothered him that he could not
figure it out.
"Your palm is telling me things about you, Bill. Wicked things.
What you like to do; what you like to have done to you." She paused
suddenly. "Why Bill, you *naughty* boy. I'd never have guessed.
Well, don't you worry, I'll take care of *that*." There was
another pause. "That's interesting." She began to follow the lines
on his palm. He wondered if she were really into palmistry or if
she was making things up as she went along. Bill suddenly realized
that he didn't really know all that much about Jen. She'd certainly
surprised him more than once this day. Indeed, what did he really
know about her?
"Your lines show me that there is about to be a great change in
your life. Tell me Bill, do you think that this change will start
tonight?" Again, as the last time, his hand was brought up against
her breast, to feel the hard nipple through the shirt and her top.
She used his palm to rub it, using a circular motion. "Do you like
that, Bill? I wonder how long I'll have you doing that." Damn,
she had a way of getting to him. It can't be much longer, he
thought, then, one look at the board will tell me. Jesus, what
if I have missed something? What if she does have me? No. It
won't happen, can't happen.
The timer beeped and Bill opened his eyes in time to see Jen
striding confidently back to the table to reset the timer. He
jumped up and hurried back himself. He had to see. Jen turned and
looked at him with an insufferably smug look on her face, her
gray-green eyes laughing. He bent his head to study the board.
Sylvie shook her head in amazement. Jen had certainly recovered
quickly. She wondered if Jen had really found a weakness in Bill's
position or was merely putting up a good front. It didn't really
matter. What mattered was that Jen was back in the game. Sylvie
was happy that it had been she who had made the difference. Now,
if Jen won, she would feel a part of that victory.
Bill scanned the board. He was puzzled. What the hell had
she seen? Then he saw it, blinked, then laughed out loud. So that
was it. If he took her rook with his pawn he would open up a line
of attack on his queen by her queen. She must have failed to see
that his queen was protected by his bishop. Jen must have figured
she'd get a free pawn out of it. Now, instead of that, she had
traded a rook for a pawn. He laughed again and looked up, catching
Jen's smile fade as she studied the board for what he had seen.
Ah, yes. She saw it. He saw her wince then look up at him,
chagrined. He threw back his head and laughed. Now for some fun.
"Move. Pawn takes Rook. Now, let's see, will it be the
skirt or the shirt. Hmmm, I wonder." Let her sweat it out
for the moment. Would she exchange queens? He doubted it. It
would leave her in a position which was far too weak. It didn't
really matter anyway. He'd have her naked soon enough. He moved
around the table to her. She stepped back and closed her eyes.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"You have something of mine, and I'm going to take it back."
With that he started unbuttoning her shirt - well his shirt
actually. He undid the buttons quickly but without haste, then
gently pulled the shirt back and off of her body and arms. Now
all that remained between him and those nipples she had been
taunting him with was her top. One of her bishops was in a weak
position, and that was what had decided him to take her shirt.
She would soon be topless. Her queen, no doubt, she would defend
to the last if he had taken her skirt.
"Ah, Jen, Jen. You almost had me going. You made me doubt
myself, and now you're going to pay." He ran his hands up and
down her arms, touching them lightly. She shivered and he
chuckled. He hadn't enjoyed that feeling of doubt. He had
always been confident in his abilities and she'd made him doubt
them for a moment. She would pay.
How had she recovered so quickly, though? Previously he had
her on the ropes. Then she bounced back so quickly it had shaken
him. She'd been on the verge of crying, he'd thought. It wasn't
that he wanted her to cry, he didn't, but he did want her to know
her place. Now he wanted her back facing inevitable defeat and
knowing it. And knowing what it would portend. If he had to
exaggerate a little, here, to bring the realization to her, then
so be it.
He placed his hand on her belly. "It's a fine flat stomach
you have, Jen. I wonder how it will feel from the inside. Oh,
I'll be using you, using you well. A wasted Rook. Tch, tch.
Your position was poor to begin with. Now there is no hope."
He stroked her belly possessively, as far down as her skirt would
allow him to go. "This is mine, now, Jen. Your body belongs to
me, it's inevitable. Don't worry. It won't take too long, I just
have to strip you first, that's all." He chuckled evily, but was
frustrated. It wasn't working. She was too calm. "Ever been
double teamed, Jen?" He moved one hand to her bare back drumming
his fingers lightly on her soft skin, leaving the other on her
belly, stroking it gently, drawing her attention to both her front
and her back. "You know what I mean, don't you. Double
penetration. It can be arranged. Easily arranged. I'm sure
Wayne wouldn't mind - ah, I see him nodding his head." He felt
her stomach jump under his hand.
Jen shook under his touch. He wouldn't allow that, would he?
She heard the nasty insinuation in his voice. She felt demeaned.
He probably would. It would be humiliating. At least word would
never leave this apartment. Apparently these games had been going
on for some time and she'd never heard any details of them. Tim
had, but only broad ones, never even the names of any of the
participants. He'd told her that during the break in the poker
game. That was why he'd consented to it. Bill was speaking again.
"But we can't leave Tim out, now can we. That wouldn't be
neighbourly. You have such a sweet mouth, Jen. Can Tim have
your mouth? I'm sure He'd like it. Triple penetration, Jen. Not
too many women can boast of that." She shuddered, and knew he
was grinning. "Oh, come on Jen. You know you'll love it. And
let's not leave out the ladies. After all you have two hands
you won't be using for anything else. And we have ninety minutes,
Jen. Ninety minutes. And you know how long even two minutes can
be, don't you Jen." A sob escaped her. "Ah, poor Jen," he chuckled,
"didn't realize what you were getting into, did you. Poor, poor,
Jen."
Bill smiled. He'd gotten through to her all right. He almost
felt bad. Of course he wouldn't really force her into sex with
all five of them simultaneously. Or would he? It might be
interesting. Anyway, his talk had had its desired effect. Jen
was shuddering now, probably trying to keep from sobbing openly.
The two minutes were up and Bill stood back.
Sylvie shook her head. Bill had been rough. He had been
rough and he had been thorough and it had taken it's toll on Jen.
Maybe it was time she stopped involving herself in these games.
This was just too brutal. Jen was finished now. Sylvie knew it.
She bowed her head slowly. It was too bad. Suddenly she didn't
feel very much like sex anymore. Still, she had made a bargain
so she continued riding Wayne, however she wasn't enjoying it
any longer.
End of Part 4, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 5
She watched Bill return, triumphantly, to the table, this
time remaining on Jen's side of it. For a moment Sylvie was
puzzled, then remembered. After a player lost an article of
clothing her opponent was allowed to touch what had been under
that article during the duration of her moves. The distraction
portion of the game was escalating.
Sylvie's gaze went back to Jen, who raised her head slowly,
as if she were still in shock. Jen's head swiveled around until
their eyes met. Jen held her gaze for three or four full seconds
and then one eyelid drooped in a slow, unmistakable wink. Sylvie's
heart leapt and her stomach felt all tingly. Awright, Jen! The
lady was an actress! Hey, the sex wasn't so bad after all. She
felt her vaginal muscles tighten about Wayne's cock and realized
that extra juices were flowing. She began bobbing up and down in
her excitement.
"Hey, slow down, little filly," Wayne's surprised voice
sounded in her ear. "We've plenty of time left. Relax for a
few minutes." His arms came around her and held her close
to him. He was excited, too, she could tell, and didn't want
to climax yet. He was waiting for more unveiling of, and misery
for, Jen. He was going to get a surprise.
"Okay, Jen, I've reset the timer. Now I get to give you
a small taste of what's to come, right? Don't hurry your move
on my account." There was laughter in his voice, a smile on
his lips.
"Why Bill, darling, I wouldn't dream of it." Jen put all
the condescension she could into her voice, and laughed as the
smile dropped from Bill's face. He was so stunned that he
failed to reach for her after he started the timer. She
laughed out loud and picked up her queen. "I guess I'd
better move my Queen, eh, Bill. Guess where it's moving to?"
The look of shock on his face was beautiful to see.
"Move." Hard, decisive.
"Queen." Anticipation. She licked her lips.
"Takes." Breathless. Imminant Joy. Eyes almost closed,
head tilted slightly to the side, beautific smile.
"Queen." Triumph!
What the hell was she doing? She was committing suicide.
There was no hope for her this way. Bill was stunned. It was not
so much that she had done this, but that she seemed to feel that
it was some sort of victory as well. The woman was crazy.
"Ohhh, Bi-illl?" He looked up. She was standing, legs apart,
one hip jutting out, hand on hip, smiling like, as the cliche
went, the cat who swallowed the canary. "Before I take your
pants," she set the timer. His pants, oh shit! "Before I
take your pants," she repeated, "I want you to see what I found."
He looked on, unable to do otherwise, as she pulled something out
of her skirt pocket and deposited it on the table next to her
glass of wine. His jaw dropped. It was the lubricant from the
bathroom. She gave him an open mouthed smile (one of the kind
he found so exciting, where the jaw was lowered and the bottom
teeth were covered by the lower lip), then slowly ran her tongue
across the tips of her upper teeth. He shuddered. Then with a
look of sheer serendipity she added, "And you know, Bill, I
think I may find a use for it - real soon." He blanched. He
could feel the blood drain from his face. "Better take *real*
good care of your rooks, darling," she finished and deliberately
lifted the wine glass and took a swig. Then she quickly replaced
the glass and pushed him back from the table.
Sylvie could hardly contain her delight. She was squirming
in Wayne's grasp, feeling delightfully intoxicated. Go, Jen, Go!
Jen manhandled Bill into position by jerking on his belt. He was
now facing Sylvie. Awright, Jen! Standing slightly to one side
so Sylvie could see everything, Jen grasped the end of Bill's belt
and yanked it backwards, popping the tongue of the buckle out of
the notch. Bill grunted as the belt tightened about his middle.
She then grasped the buckle and, with one heave, dragged the belt
from its loops and dropped it, disdainfully, onto the floor.
Sylvie was grinning widely, biting on her lower lip. Oh God, yes!
Bill's face was now red, and Sylvie struggled to keep from laughing.
Jen wasn't letting up at all. She took hold of Bill's zipper and,
with a smile at Sylvie, jerked it down roughly. Sylvie was now
bouncing on Wayne, who was trying to hold her down.
"What's the matter with you? Hey, be careful or you'll break
it off!" Sylvie paid him no mind, but she quieted down in
anticipation of what was to come. Jen roughly took hold of Bill's
pants on either side of the snap and rudely popped it open. She
held them up with one hand and, moving behind Bill, grasped the
waistband of his pants at either hip. She looked around his body
to Sylvie.
"Ready?" she asked.
Sylvie was like a kid about to get a promised lollypop. She
nodded, eyes wide. Jen dropped to her knees, dragging Bill's pants
with her in an abrupt motion which left them in a puddle about his
feet.
"Yess!" Sylvie cried and tried to jump to her feet. Wayne
had been ready for her, however, and she only made it high enough
to clear his shaft, his cockhead was still in her, before he
brought her roughly back down.
"Wooo!" She gasped as he came plunging back inside her. "Oh,
my." She sucked in a few breaths. That was fun. She looked again
at Bill's face. It was now crimson. Jen was speaking, words
dripping off her tongue. Sylvie concentrated.
" . . . and two can play the penetration game, Bill. And I
won't have to wait until the game is over, either!" Ouch.
"You can step out of the pants any time you want." Bill
complied. His shirt covered most of his underwear, but Sylvie
could still see an nice bulge there.
The timer beeped and Jen returned to the table to reset it
and to prepare for what she knew was coming.
Bill stumbled back to the table to review the situation. It
was Jen's right to go after his legs, yet she refrained. She simply
stood there, looking at him with that terrible smile on her face.
He jerked his gaze away and back to the board. He knew what his
move was, but he needed time. Time to recover, time to look at
this new situation.
God! She was a maniac; she didn't care if she lost! She
was going to go after his rooks and eventually, he knew, she
would get one. His unwilling gaze went back to the tube of
lubricant. She would use it. She would. He knew she would.
No holds barred? When he had agreed to that he'd never imagined
*this* situation.
He had to get a hold of himself. He forced himself to
study the board. If he played to win, there would be no problem.
She was finished. He wouldn't even have to lose another piece,
but only if she were playing to win as well. But she wasn't,
she was playing for his shorts! Damn her. He'd already taken
his best shot at her - the threat of triple penetration and
sex with five of them at once - and it hadn't fazed her. She'd
only laughed.
What the hell had happened? He'd had her. She had broken.
How had she recovered so quickly? Damn, damn, damn. He could
strip her and mate her, but not without risking at least one
rook. And that was what she wanted. That was all she needed
to obtain *her* victory. Okay, Bill, think. Yes, if he mated
her quickly, without stripping her. It could be done. It'd
be difficult without risking a rook, but it could be done.
Or . . . Or he could quit the game. That was always an
option in any of the games. However, should he do that, word
would eventually get around that he could dish it out but
couldn't take it and that would be an end to the games here.
Damn, damn, damn. Okay. He'd go for the quick mate.
Why the hell couldn't she play with his legs, or something,
instead of just watching him with that expectant smile.
"Move. Bishop takes Queen. Now it's my turn." He tried
to sound gloating and sure of himself, but couldn't. There
was almost a stammer in his voice.
Jen obediently stepped back from the table and closed her
eyes. She raised her arms and posed, her head turned to one
side, allowing him easy access to her skirt. She would give him
nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief that her gamble had
paid off. If he'd taken her skirt when he captured that first
Rook, she'd have been in trouble now. The lubricant would be
about to be used - on her. There had never been any option for
her, once she'd taken that pawn. If he'd taken her skirt
for the Rook, she'd still have had to do the queen exchange,
and would now be without bottoms and at his mercy. Her only
defense would have been to tell him that she would return the
favour for anything he did to her.
Of course, that went without saying; that was part of the
game, part of the danger, the excitement of playing it. Now
she'd have to be prepared to reap what she was about to sow.
His hands fumbled with the zipper on her skirt, then
brought it down. Then they undid the catch and allowed the
skirt to fall, of its own volition, to the ground.
There was a whistle from behind her. That would be Wayne.
She allowed herself a small smile. She knew she had a nice,
shapely tush and hips, along with well formed legs, still it was
pleasing to have confirmation now and again. Even if it was from
someone like Wayne? Yeah, even if it was from someone like
Wayne. She also heard a hum of approval - from Nika? Before
she could confirm that, Bill began to speak.
"Very, nice, Jen." His fingers began to lightly touch
her, stroking from just below her high cut silk panties down
to her socks and back up again. A little pressure from his
fingers bade her to open her legs a little and she complied.
The soft insides of her thighs were gently stroked and she was
hard put to not hum out her pleasure. Then he was kissing them.
He did have talent, there was no doubt about it. She stretched
to release some of the tension which was building up. The
stretch sent a wave of pleasure through her and a dull rumble
added to the pleasure. The storm was getting closer. Now there
was an interesting thought. Thunderstorms excited her. Could
this be an ally for Bill? Hmmmm. Ah, that felt good. He had
talent and his strategy was improving. Threats didn't work nearly
so well against her as quiet eroticism. She imagined him with
his head between her legs and began to get wet.
A voice whispered in her ear, "I will have you Jen, and
*you* be careful with your last rook, yourself. That lube you
brought out may be useful to me, too." Damn! He'd ruined it.
Or perhaps: Good! He'd ruined it. The timer beeped and she
opened her eyes. She looked at him. He still looked shaken, was
still unsure of himself.
Jen moved towards the board once more, but Bill blocked her
way. She looked at him, questioningly.
"Folks. A fifteen minute break for the bathroom, to refill
your glasses or whatever. The timer stops here and resumes in
fifteen minutes." He needed the time to recover, but he did,
also, need to use the can.
"Okay, Bill," Jen replied. "I can use the time to clip my
fingernails." She paused. "Or maybe I won't."
Bill stopped short. He tried to get a glimpse of her nails
but she had made her hands into fists so he couldn't see and, for
the life of him, he couldn't recall how long or short they were.
She smiled her superior smile. Damn her, anyway. He walked off
down the hallway missing the glare directed at him by Sylvie.
Sylvie, with a little regret, popped off Wayne with a
squishy sound and glared at Bill's back as he walked off. Coward,
she thought. Need a little time to recover, eh? Oh, well,
she could do with a little more wine anyway. She picked up her
glass and headed for the bottle. Jen intercepted her before she
could get there, however.
"Can I ask you a favour, Sylvie?"
"You got it, babe. I just loved what you did to him. I've
been waiting for so long." She stared off dreamily, before
coming back to the present. "I told you earlier, if I can help,
I will."
"You already have. If it wasn't for you I would have folded
back there. Thanks, Sylvie. I mean it." Her eyes were serious.
"Now, what I'd like you to do, since I can't go near the board
without it appearing I'm cheating, is to go over and take a few
sips from my glass . . ."
"So he thinks you've been drinking," finished Sylvie for her
with a smile. "I was just on my way to fill up my glass anyway.
We're a team, Jen, like in wrestling. We tag up and I go in the
ring for a while. I won't let him recover." She put her hand
up and Jen grinned and tagged.
Sylvie took one step, then turned back. "Can you beat him,
Jen?"
"Not if he wants to win and is ready to pay the price. What
I'm betting . . . what we're betting is that he isn't willing to
pay the price and, by not being willing, will therefore have to
pay the price and more." Jen shrugged her shoulders.
"In other words, our only chance is to psych him out?"
"In other words, our only chance is to psych him out," Jen
confirmed.
No sooner had Sylvie gone off to do her little chore than
Jen found herself with Nika.
"Enjoying our little show," she asked her naked friend.
"Actually, it's too intense for me. I've never seen you like
this before, Jen."
"And I've never seen you like this, either," Jen grinned and
looked Nika up and down. Nika had one hot body, Jen decided.
Nika giggled and twirled around so Jen could see her from all
angles. "You like?" There was laughter in her voice, yet Jen
caught an undertone of seriousness.
"I like. You are really quite beautiful. You must be driving
Tim wild."
Nika blushed at the compliment. "He's so sweet. We've come
such a long way today. Without these crazy games it might have
taken months before we were where we are now. Speaking of games,
how are you doing with yours." Nika paused, then continued, a little
shame-faced, "You see, I haven't really been watching to closely -
except, of course, when you took off Bill's pants and then when
he took off your skirt . . . . Say, you really going to use that?"
She pointed at the lube.
"If I want to win, I'll have to. Otherwise, he'll be just too
good for me."
"You're too intense, Jen. Winning isn't everything. Actually,
I'm more interested in my own little show than in yours. It's more
laid back."
"With emphasis on 'laid'?" Jen and Nika laughed together.
"Isn't it great?" Nika saw Bill returning. "Oh, gotta go pee,
Jen. See you soon, maybe more of you."
"Wait. Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Yours, of course, silly. But fair's fair. You can see all
of me. I kind of want to see all of you." Again the undertone of
seriousness.
"Nika, either way, I promise you, you will. How's that? Now
can you root for me?"
Nika regarded her seriously. "Absolutely." She turned and
ran towards the bathroom. "I really have to go," she called back.
Bill was feeling a little better. He knew he could beat Jen.
He'd just have to stay calm and controlled. Sylvie approached him,
her forefinger in her mouth. Now what?
"Hi Bill. Guess what I'm doing." He rolled his eyes up. Why
me? he thought.
"You hurt your finger and you're making it all better?" Sarcasm
was the way to deal with her.
"No, Bill. I'm lubricating it. Getting ready for later. Jen
might let me have you. She has such good ideas. Wanna hear some?"
He didn't, but as he moved off, with her close behind, he knew he
was going to hear them anyway. Why couldn't she just leave him
alone?
"Jen?" She turned and found Tim looking at her half shy,
half expectantly.
"Yes, Tim?"
"I was wondering if I could ask you something." He seemed
to find it hard to meet her eyes.
"Something personal, Tim?" She smiled encouragingly.
"Yes. Can you tell me . . . ." He didn't seem to know how
to continue.
"Come on, Tim. Can it be more embarrassing than your standing
here in front of me, naked? I'm likely to be stripped in front of
you as well, so whatever it is, just ask. If I don't want to answer,
I won't. I will not, however, think less of you for asking. Okay?"
"Okay. I kind of wanted to know what you like."
She waited, but he did not elaborate. "Like?" He blushed.
"Ahh, *like*." She thought a moment. "Before I answer, may I ask
why you want to know?"
"Well, you see, I've been with Nika, and uh, well, she showed
me some of what she likes, but we've only been together, really,
today, and uh, well, I'd like to do something nice for her, you
know? So I, uh . . ."
"So you thought you'd ask me for some pointers. Nika's right,
Tim, you really are sweet." He blushed, but appeared pleased.
"Okay, try this. She's sitting on you - I'm assuming you'll
resume your same positions - so you have two free hands. Try
stroking her breasts. Don't just go straight for the nipples, but
do some light stroking along the undersides of her breasts, along
the top slopes, you know, and right up near her armpits as well.
Make the strokes very, very light. Barely touch her. It drives
the nerves ends wild. Don't ignore her nipples, but don't
concentrate on them.
"Also, you have a whole woman sitting there in front of you,
so pay some attention to other areas as well. Run your fingers,
say the backs of your nails, lightly down her sides and across
her stomach." She demonstrated on herself. "Reach around and do
the same thing to her inner thighs. Most men ignore that area -
they don't realize just how sensitive it is.
"Above all, listen to her body. She'll let you know what
she likes and what she doesn't. If you pay close enough attention
you'll learn her body and she'll love you for it.
"Sometimes we like it rough, sometimes gentle. Try gentle
first." Jen paused. "Okay?"
"Thanks Jen. It's just been so different today, I'm sort of
lost. Funny thing is, here I am, naked, and I don't feel self
conscious about it. Maybe it's the wine - I don't know." He
paused. "Actually, maybe I should have another glass, just to
keep the inhibitions down." They laughed together and Tim
turned away. As he passed her she playfully swatted his rear,
liking the way it jiggled when she did so. It was tight, but
there was enough flesh there to give it shape. Very nice.
"Hey, what was that all about?" It was Nika, back again.
"That's my man, you know."
"Not to worry. I was just passing on a few secrets."
"Secrets?"
"You'll find out."
Nika enthused, "Oh, I hope so. You're a pal, Jen."
Jen left the kitchen and returned to the living room just
in time to hear the timer begin to beep. She looked up and saw
Bill, cornered by Sylvie, looking harried. He seemed happy to
break away to shut off the timer. Sylvie caught her glance and
gave her the thumbs up sign.
"Okay, everyone. The game is about to resume. Take your
places." Bill's voice had lost a lot of its authority. Wayne
walked over.
"Anything I can do, buddy?"
"I don't know. Distract her? I don't know how you can do
it, but I need some time." Oh hell, he'd be all right. "Never
mind. I'll take her without losing so much as my shorts." He spoke
with a confidence he did not feel.
"After you win, do I get her, too?"
"You bet, buddy, you bet!"
Sylvie, meanwhile, walked past Jen, raised her hand and smiled
as Jen 'tagged' and stepped into the ring.
End of Part 5, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 6
With the game about to begin once more - and the timer on
other activities about to resume - Nika quickly brought Tim back
to his chair and positioned him as before. There was only one
thing missing. His erection.
Ah, the things we have to do to keep our toys in operational
condition, Nika sighed to herself. She pushed his legs apart and
knelt between them. She took a quick sniff and smiled to herself.
This was, indeed, a sweet man - one worth keeping. There was no
odour, man-scent or otherwise. The dear man had washed himself
during the break. Thus, none of that absolutely dreadful tasting
nonoxynol-9, from the lubricated spermicidal condom, was to be found.
Her tongue flicked at his flaccid penis as he began stroking
her hair. A couple more flicks and then she brought it into her
mouth. He gave a groan and a tingle went through her. Oh how
she enjoyed the giving of pleasure. She tongued him some more,
sucking lightly. He groaned again and began to grow within
her mouth. She was getting wet again, how nice, she thought
and stepped up the tonguing. His hands were still stroking
at her hair, but now, every few seconds, they stilled and held
her head tightly. It was during those moments that she gloried
in her work, for they highlighted the effect she was having on
her partner and allowed her to feel very good about herself.
Now he was hard enough to for her to begin bobbing her
head up and down, allowing him to slide in and out of her
mouth through the tight ring of her lips. Occasionally she'd
lightly rake his cock with her teeth and thrill to the little
jump he'd make.
A slightly salty taste let her know that a drop of
pre-come had worked its way out. That was enough. She wanted
him hard, but he would have to wait for relief. She stood
up and smiled down on him. Damn. She'd have to go find
another condom. She began to turn, but before she could move
he'd pulled one out from under the cushion he was leaning
against, took it out of its covering and began to roll it on.
"All ready for you, Nika," he smiled up at her.
A dear, dear man, indeed. She smiled back, turned about
and straddled his legs, then slowly lowered herself onto him,
giving out a sigh of satisfaction as she enveloped him once more.
Ah, that was much better. Poor Pussy had been feeling so empty
with him gone.
A few feet away Sylvie was raising and lowering herself on
Wayne's stiff cock. Nika decided she wouldn't follow suit - at
least not just yet. She didn't want Tim getting too excited,
too soon, so she just rocked her hips on him, as before, and
turned her attention, for the moment, to the game.
Her impudence made him want to throttle her - well,
metaphorically anyway. She had just taken a pawn with her knight
which, normally, would have led to Rook takes Knight and, if she
wished to continue the exchange, Bishop takes Rook, King takes
Bishop. It would have been a clear victory for him. A pawn and
a Rook for a Knight and a Bishop, plus his improved position. A
position from which she would not be able to recover. Normally.
However things were far from normal, so she made the play,
picking up the lube at the same time and smiling down on it, then
looking up at him through her eyelashes. His choice was clear.
She was giving him a real chance at an early victory, but to earn
that victory he'd have to relinquish his shorts and allow her access
to his ass. He'd be damned if he'd do that. Even with his self
imposed handicap, he could beat her - would beat her. He would
simply have to rearrange his pieces before he could go on the
attack again.
Bill moved his Rook and she smiled that damned knowing
smile of hers. It as much as called him a coward, while claiming
foreknowledge of that fact. Her foregoing her two minute
distraction period for the capture of the pawn only served to gall
him further. His face grew red once more, however this time it
was with anger. She would pay.
"Pawn takes Pawn," she said calmly. "And I don't think I
need take this distraction period either. You seem to be plenty
distracted as it is. I wonder why." She tossed the lube up in
the air and caught it."
He glared at her, looked sharply down at the board and moved
his hand. "Pawn takes Pawn," he snarled. "And I don't need a
fucking distraction period, either."
The exchange of Pawns had left one of his pawns defenseless
and Jen moved her Bishop to threaten it. Surely she could see
it was useless to do that. But no, he had forgotten, she couldn't
project as far into the game as he could. He moved his rook to
counter that move, grinning to himself as he did. Now she would
see something, and that something would cost her her Bishop and
her top. Then he'd have those lovely tits to play with, and
play with them he would. He wouldn't let up, even when she
begged for mercy. Hell, he became excited, this could open
up a whole series of moves which would see her lose piece after
piece. He grinned to himself. He'd strip her, after all, before
mating her. All she had to do was to make one innocuous move
and it would begin. For the first time during the game he began
to grow hard.
He looked up into her face to find her smiling wickedly.
In sudden desperation he looked back down at the board and saw
it just before she moved her hand.
"Move. Knight . . ." He didn't hear the rest, the blood
was pounding so loudly in his ears. She had uncovered a Check
from her Bishop and, when he moved to get out of it, her bishop
would take the rook he'd just moved! His nascent erection faded
before it had a chance to make its presence known.
He took his time making his move. He needed to plan ahead,
and to prepare himself for his ordeal. This time she didn't
leave him alone, however. As he watched the board, she was
kneeling beside him, running her hands up and down his legs and
humming softly. He cocked his head. The tune was familiar. It was
played often on the oldies station that they frequently listened to.
Then she began singing, softly: "One way, or another, gonna find
you, gonna getcha getcha getcha baby, one way or another . . ." He
grimaced. She never let up.
"Move." The frustration came out in his voice, as he placed
his king next to her Knight. He'd take it next move. It wasn't
a good trade, but it was the best he could do.
Sylvie wasn't sure what had happened, but it seemed like
something good. Bill was hanging his head and Jen was smiling.
She glanced over to Nika and Tim to see if they had caught on,
but they seemed wrapped up in themselves. Nika's hands were
down at her pussy, fingering herself while Tim's hands were
roaming all over her torso. Sylvie grinned. Nika wouldn't last
too long like that.
Jen began to speak and Sylvie diverted her attention back
to the game board. "Oh, goodie. You mean it's *my* move?" she
asked gaily. Bill wasn't answering her.
Jen turned and looked at Sylvie with a big smile on her
face. Sylvie prepared herself. Come on, Jen, do it - whatever
it is.
"Move." There was no reaction from Bill.
"Bishop." She held it up for Sylvie to see.
"Takes." She grinned wickedly.
"Rook!"
"Awright!" Sylvie couldn't contain herself and was rewarded
with an answering smile of triumph from Jen.
Jen pulled Bill from the table, and stood him next to the
chair she'd sat him on previously so that he could grip it's back
if he turned sideways. Then, in front of Sylvie, and the rest,
she slowly lowered his shorts to the floor, leaving him mostly
exposed. His shirt still covered much of his pubic area, but what
hung below that was well and truly exposed for all to see.
Jen hefted his balls and Sylvie caught her words. "Not bad,
not bad at all." She was treating him like meat! Sylvie swallowed
her laugh. "But, what's this? Oh dear, oh dear. The poor thing
is limp." She patted Bill on the buttocks as if consoling him.
"Don't worry, dear. I'm sure we can think of something." Jen
uncapped the lubricant and spread it on her forefinger. She put
an extra glob at its tip and turned Bill to face the chair.
"Grab hold of the back, dear.
"Yes, that's right, now spread your legs.
"Very good. You've done this before?"
It was all Sylvie could do to keep from laughing out loud.
She doubted, very much, that Bill had ever been in this position
before. She watched intently as Bill jerked when Jen's finger
touched him and began to work the lube around his anus.
Jen turned and smiled at her, raising her eyebrows as if to
ask if she was ready. Sylvie nodded emphatically, her own hands
reaching down to stroke herself, much as Nika was doing. She'd
waited so long for something like this.
Bill jumped a little as Jen's finger began to work its way
past his sphincter and Sylvie jumped a little too. Sylvie's jump
was from delight, Bill's - well, who could say. Sylvie felt her
juices really flowing now.
Jen was surprised at how soft Bill was inside. It was the
first time her finger had ever been in such a location. Now,
if she remembered correctly, the prostate gland was supposed to
be forward and, if stroked, should produce an erection. She
didn't really feel anything, but began stroking his forward
wall, nonetheless.
After a few moments she looked over to Sylvie who gave her
the thumb's up. She reached around for Bill's cock and found
that, yes indeed, it was beginning to rise. She grinned
triumphantly and kept stroking.
Bill couldn't believe what was happening. She was actually
inserting her finger up his ass. He closed his eyes. How had
this happened?
"Umph!" Her finger made it past his sphincter and had free
passage now, as far as she could reach - and she had long fingers.
She was trying to massage his prostate gland. The bitch. He'd
show her, though. He'd be damned if he'd allow himself to get
hard. At least she'd either clipped her nails or had short ones
to begin with. He'd forgotten to look.
Damn, damn, damn. He was getting hard in spite of himself.
Could it be he liked this? Her hand reached around and began
touching his cock, softly caressing it. The damned traitor rose
even higher and he closed his eyes more tightly.
"Ummm." Damn, but it felt good though. He was sorry he'd
allowed that slight moan out, however. He didn't want her to
know the effect she was having. At the moan, however, she began
to stroke him, both inside and out, with renewed vigour and his
back arched and his head tilted up as he moaned again.
Thank God. The timer began to beep.
"You don't mind if I keep my finger here until you decide
on your move, do you? Seems a shame to pull it out only to have
to go to the trouble to put it right back in." The woman was
infuriating.
He walked, awkwardly, back to the table, Jen following with
her finger up his ass, and glanced at his position while trying to
ignore the finger moving inside of him. It would be a good idea to
use his two minutes to study the board, but the level of distraction
was so high that he gave up.
"Move." The finger popped out of his ass and he jerked again.
"King takes Knight." He watched as she wiped her hand on the
dish towel she'd brought out earlier for that very purpose.
Jen glanced to Sylvie, who didn't know how worried to be about
this capture, and smiled reassuringly.
"Hands or feet?" Jen asked Bill. He thought for a moment as
he set the timer.
"Hands, he replied, and she stepped back from the board and
closed her eyes. She felt him move behind her, take her arms and
bring them behind her back. He crossed her wrists and held them
together with one of his hands while the other began tracing designs
on her palms. It was what she had done to him earlier and now he
was returning the favour. It wouldn't work, though. She was too
jazzed by the euphoria of her victory to be distracted by him at
this moment. Besides, she knew what her next move was. That pawn
that he'd moved his rook to protect was, even as she thought,
breathing its last.
Bill began to speak, breathing almost in her ear. "Everything
that you've done to me, I'll do to you. And remember, little one,
I have two hands, and you have two targets down there. You'll have
fingers in your ass and fingers in your pussy, stroking in and out,
in and out. There'll be no mercy now."
As usual, Bill was using the wrong tactics on her. When would
he learn that threats wouldn't work? Hopefully he wouldn't. She
had figured it out, back after the loss of her first pawn that he
was trying threats because that was what would work against him and
he figured that others would be most affected by the same tactics.
Thus, Jen used threats of what she'd do. He, however, hadn't
figured out what he'd done and while her strategy was working, he
continued with a strategy which was bringing him very limited results.
She fought back the urge to laugh, it might start him thinking and,
heaven forbid, change his style. He continued his traces on her
palms but didn't speak any more. She wondered why.
Suddenly Jen had it figured out. He was looking over her
shoulder to the chess board, using this time to plot his moves
without her being able to interfere with them. She fumed. It
circumvented the spirit, if not the letter, of the rules they'd made.
Okay, big boy, now you're really for it!
The dull boom of thunder rolled across the room as the timer
beeped and Jen felt another surge of energy. Before Bill could even
move she spoke.
"Bishop takes Pawn. Back to the chair, Bill. You know the
position. You talked about 'in and out', well, I'll give you
'in and out'."
Bill shuddered and moved to the chair as ordered as Jen set
the timer. She noticed Sylvie making a discrete wave and turned
to see what it was about. Sylvie held up two fingers in a V, then
brought them together and made a sharp upward jabbing motion. Jen
felt another wicked grin coming on and mouthed her thanks to Sylvie,
who was now squirming with delight atop Wayne.
This was just too much, thought Sylvie. Who would have thought
it. She really owed Jen, now.
With bated breath she watched as Jen lubed two fingers and
placed them at the entrance to Bill's ass. This would be good!
She wondered if Jen would warn him, or not.
"Bill, remember you promised me double penetration?" He
looked puzzled. "Well, I can't do that to you, of course, but I
can double *the* penetration." It took a second to sink in, then
Bill swallowed convulsively. Do it, Jen, now!
As soon as comprehension dawned on Bill, he felt the pressure
begin. Surely she wouldn't . . . .
"Agggh!" Not only would she, she did. His sphincter began
to adjust to the unaccustomed stretching as Jen moved her fingers
in and out - as promised. Her pace started picking up, and his
cock, at first only semi-hard, became rigid once more. Her other
hand came around and began to stroke him.
"Ahhh," it felt so good. Even the fingers in his ass began
to feel good. Have to fight it. Can't. She was moving more and
more rapidly and he knew he was approaching an ejaculation.
"Oh, oh, ohh," his breath was short and ragged. Soon, soon,
now . . . all stimulation stopped and the fingers were withdrawn.
No!
He stood there, shaking, barely hearing the beeping of the
timer. His breath, still ragged, began to slow and he looked up
to see Jen smiling at him. The bitch was enjoying this too much.
He stumbled to the table, trying to bring his mind back on the game.
The pieces were there all right, it was just that he couldn't
concentrate.
"Oopff." The fingers were back in his ass, moving in and out.
How was he supposed to concentrate? He gripped the table, willing
the chess pieces to come back into focus. Nooo! Jen's other hand
was once more around his cock, jerking him off.
"Move." He called in desperation. The fingers disappeared.
He gasped, trying to clear his vision. If he didn't move soon
he'd be penalized. He moved his Bishop, and relaxed.
His eyes went wide. What had he done?! It was mate in
two! Would she see it. He tried to keep a poker face - a
chess face? - and looked up at her. She looked amused.
"You don't get out of it that easily, Bill. Move. Check!"
Bill looked down in both relief and dismay. Now what? "Ahhh!"
Not again! Please, please let me come. Then I'll be able to think.
Ohgod, ohgod, he was going to come . . . . nothing. Damn her, damn
her, damn her. His cock throbbed. Jen used the squeeze maneuver
on him and his cock began to wilt a little, only to rise again as
the fingers plunged back into his ass.
"Move. Damnit!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
as he realized he starting to drool. His hand was shaking and he
knocked over his king.
"Can't resign, Bill, remember?"
He shot her a foul look and picked up the king and moved it.
Now, if she only took a little time to move he could recover.
"Move. Bishop takes Bishop. You lose your shirt Bill."
Jen stripped him of it, and now his flat, hard stomach came to
view. She stroked it lightly. His pubic area was now in plain
sight. Why is it that men expect women to trim their pubic hair
but rarely do so themselves?
Stroking his arms and belly wouldn't be enough distraction,
so Jen cut it short and told him it was his turn.
As he moved to the board she grinned evilly. "Remember, Bill,
how you mentioned triple penetration to me?" He stopped short and
looked at her. She moved three fingers together. At the tips they
looked like a small triangle, but as they went back, the girth
became daunting. Jen saw him close his eyes. His face was a
picture of utter desolation. She wondered if he would quit. He
didn't. He positioned himself and awaited the onslaught. She had
no intention of doing it, she just wanted to scare him a little.
It was only fair. Just as her two fingers touched him, however, he
called out. There was a sudden desperation in his voice.
"Move!"
The poor boy. She almost felt sorry for him. She would have,
too, if it hadn't been he who had begun this intense level of
competition.
She looked at the board and giggled. Before he could do
anything she reached over and grabbed her knight.
"Move. Knight takes Bishop. Your head is now a target, Bill."
She gripped the hair at the back of his head in her fist and
brought his head down to hers and kissed him violently. It was the
kiss of a possessor over the possessed. She knew it and he knew it.
Bill groaned under the passion of the kiss. It was over. He
was finished. He now had barely enough pieces to make a mate, let
alone one against an opponent with the pieces Jen had left. And
even if he could move with impunity, he couldn't concentrate for
long enough to plan ahead. He was finished.
End of Part 6, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 7
Jen had moved behind him and was running her hands through his
hair as she had done after taking his first pawn. It felt so good
that he was unable to prevent himself from rolling his head around
so that she scratched all the right places. His cock was still
bobbing about and missed the attention it was used to getting.
It was amazing to think that he had grown so used to the attention
she had given him that, despite its intention, he looked forward to
it and missed it then it wasn't there - even the fingers in his ass.
Something was different. Jen's massaging and scratching of his
head was becoming more and more mechanical, as if her attention were
elsewhere. What could be happening? With his eyes closed, he could
see nothing. Then he heard the rising moans.
Since she had enveloped Tim's cock, Nika had been lightly
fingering herself and rocking her hips back and forth. It was
a lovely sensation as the energy within her slowly built once more.
Then, as she became comfortable in her rhythm, Tim's hands began
stroking her back, pushing her arms out so he had access to her
sides and raking them, lightly, with his nails. She moved her
arms akimbo, still slowly stroking herself.
The raking of his nails down her sides soon had her skin
inflamed. It was almost tickling, but not quite. Occasionally
muscles would jump uncontrollably. It all felt so delicious, and
she closed her eyes and began to hum and twist her torso to flow
along with the sensations.
His hands now swept occasionally across her stomach, still
with the dragging nails. Her stomach muscles jumped. "Mmmmm."
Nika, feeling a growing tension within her, raised her arms, hands
clasped, above her head and stretched luxuriously. "Mmmmm."
With the added freedom gained by this move of hers, Tim's hands
began ranging up her torso, over her ribs, lightly brushing her
breasts, up her neck to her jaw, then back down again. Her skin
was coming alive with sensation!
Nika lowered her arms and clasped her hands behind her head
still moving sensuously to the rhythm of the energy within. It
was building, so beautifully building. Light fingerpad touches
to the undersides of her breasts focused her attention again.
"Ohhh." Yes, yes, keep going. Currents began running through
her body, wonderful blissful currents.
The wonderful, beautiful touches rose higher. Ahhh, yes.
"Mmmuhhmm," she whimpered as they bypassed her nipples and continued
their soft stokes higher. How could he do that to her? He was
playing with her - but what delightful play! Oh, the touches so
light that they almost weren't. Nika tried breathing in, expanding
her chest to push against the fingers to increase their pressure,
yet those dreadful, wonderful fingers responded to her every move
and kept up their tantalizing feather-light work.
"Oh!" Her nipples shot bolts of blue current through her
as they were lightly stroked, then . . . abandoned? No-o!
A wail of loss filled her mind as the fingers moved on again. Then
he began to speak also and she felt the tenderness in his voice
and wished to turn and hug him.
"Oh, Nika! You're so beautiful!" His words were soft and
low. "I love the feel of your skin, love to feel you move on
me." She smiled as the words relaxed her into a state of yet
higher energy. The vibrations were beginning. Keep talking, I
want to hear your voice.
It was as if he heard her unspoken plea. "You are a dream,
Nika, a dream I've dreamed so long, never daring to hope," his hands
were everywhere, it seemed, stroking, touching, caressing, "to
actually feel you in my arms, responding to my touch . . . oh Nika!"
"Uh-ohhh-ohh," Nika let out the moan which attracted Jen's
attention. She was trembling now, beginning to shake and starting
to make small bouncing movements on Tim's erection. The rasping
of his breath, as he became more excited, excited her further as
well. She leaned back, felt his breath on her neck and exulted.
Nika's eyes snapped open and her jaw dropped. "Oh!" That was
a good one! His thumbs had begun caressing her, oh so hard, nipples,
his hands, cupping her breasts, supporting them oh so tenderly.
Her eyelids drooped as he continued, driving her further along
the curve to ecstasy.
"It feels so good to please you, Nika," she loved to hear her
name from his lips, "your joy is my joy." Dear, sweet man. "Relax
and enjoy, I'm here to hold you. Just let go." Dear, dear, sweet
man.
Her head was now back on his right shoulder, her left arm
grasping the back of his head while her right hand dove back down
between her legs to stroke her clit.
She was so wet, so delightfully wet, and the vibrations were
peaking, driving her trembling body higher and higher. His words,
now merely soft sounds in her ears, a part of it all, yet
indistinguishable from all the other sensations, continued to drive
her even higher.
Her inner muscles working about that wonderful hardness within
her. Clenching, relaxing, clenching. The energy inside her begging
to be free, crying out for release. Tension, so much tension. Back
arching, legs pushing her half off of him, can't stop it now,
breathing ragged, gasping for air . . . Stop. Stop. The world
frozen, breath caught, clenching, everything tight . . . The
thunder!
"Ohhhahhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh. Ohhh. Ohh. Oh." Sweet, sweet
release, gasping for breath. Sinking, slowly back down on him,
feeling his arms holding her tight, supporting her. Sweet, sweet
release. The hand, the fingers gently brushing against her face,
tracing the line of her jaw, stroking her hair. Soft murmurs in
her ear. Sweet, sweet release. Ahhhh.
"Oh-o-oh," disappointment, loss, as he withdrew from her. The
sensation of being lifted, carried. Set down on the sofa, the wide
wonderful sofa, stretching out. Abandonment - he was gone. She kept
her eyes closed, missing him, mourning the loss of the closeness.
Didn't he know what it meant to be close after sex? He was back!
Lying down behind her, between her and the back of the sofa, warm,
snuggling into her, his breath so wonderfully warm on the back of
her neck, his hand, so gently cradling her breast, stroking. She
pushed back, into him, feeling the warm length of his body behind
her. So safe, so very safe and secure.
A thought, disruptive, "Did you come?"
"Yes, darling," ahh, good, "I'm just glad I was able to stay
hard long enough for you." She could almost feel his smile, warm and
comforting.
Mmmmmm. Contentment.
Nika's moan caught Jen's attention and she looked over to where
her friend sat rocking on Tim's lap. Her hands were clasped behind
her head and her body was swaying and rocking to a sensuous rhythm
that only she heard. Jen's eyes locked onto her swaying breasts,
nipples, hard and erect, scratching little patterns in the air. Tim's
fingers flitted over her skin, touching here, caressing there, raking
and smoothing.
Jen had never seen another woman like this before, so obviously
heading for an orgasm. She'd never even seen herself like this.
Even when she masturbated, she never sat in front of a mirror.
Nika's face and upper torso were flushed and she was beginning to
tremble. The muscles of her thighs were shaking as she began
bouncing on Tim's cock.
Jen watched, spellbound, as Tim's hands cupped Nika's beautiful
breasts and cradled them. She stood motionless as his thumbs poised
above Nika's nipples, then suddenly darted down and stroked them.
Nika let out a cry and her eyes snapped open. She was looking
directly into Jen's eyes, yet saw nothing, Jen knew. As her
eyelids drooped once more, Jen stood, shaken. She didn't even hear
the timer sound or notice her arm fall slowly to her side as Bill
moved forward to reset it.
Jen never noticed Bill studying the board, mesmerized as she
was by Nika's movements. Nika's hand had moved down and was stroking
at her clit as she leaned back into Tim. Then her whole body was
shaking, vibrating, tensing. Everything seemed to stop as Nika
arched her back impossibly, tightened, then came with a wild cry
just as the room was once more filled with the sound of thunder.
Jen noticed that her own breathing was a little ragged and
was surprised to notice that she'd been absently stroking herself
and that her panties were getting quite wet. She dragged her
mind back to the game at hand and away from the sight of Nika's
body sagging in her lover's arms.
Bill had, apparently, just moved and was resetting the timer
for her move. She stepped up to the board and began to focus
on what was happening there. She tried to ignore the cooing
of the sated woman across the room.
After the timer had gone off and Bill had reset it, he took
a close look at Jen. She was engrossed in what was happening with
Nika and Tim. Good. It gave him time to think, and spared his
ass. He looked at the board. Perhaps something could be done
with this mess after all. He glanced back at Jen. She was still
standing, stock still, enraptured. He noticed her right hand was
over her pubis, a finger massaging herself through her panties.
He was chagrined and shook his head disbelievingly. "Son of
a bitch!" he murmured to himself. He tried to catch Wayne's eye
without anyone else noticing and, as Sylvie and Jen were both
concentrating on Nika and Tim, succeeded. Wayne's eyebrows went
up, questioningly. Bill looked at Jen, at Nika and back at Jen
again. Wayne followed his gaze. Jen, Nika, Jen. Understanding
flashed in his eyes and he grinned.
Good boy, Wayne. Now it starts again. He couldn't believe
how badly he'd screwed up. When Jen had suggested the game he'd
thought that she, like him, loved playing for high stakes. The
way in which she'd taunted him - the looks she'd given him as if
he would be too much of a coward to play had convinced him that
she was like him. Thus he'd used the fear of losing, the
humiliation at the loss of will, as a lever against her. How had
he miscalculated so badly? She wasn't afraid of losing - winning
the game wasn't so important to her, it was the eroticism of it!
He should have guessed it from her opening distraction period.
She hadn't gone to the 'consequences of losing' tactics until after
he had. She'd outmaneuvered him. Damn. He smiled to himself.
No more. This changed it all.
Bill looked up as Nika orgasmed. A nice looking woman.
Pretty sexy, too. It would be nice to get into her pants. Maybe
they'd play again, and next time he'd get into the action. There
would be no sitting it out.
Sylvie had enjoyed the show which Nika and Tim had put on.
It had been very stimulating and she found that she had resumed
moving up and down on Wayne's shaft, wetter than before. She was
a little envious, for she recognized what had happened just next to
her. She had heard Tim and knew that the two were not simply having
sex, as she and Wayne were, nice though that was, but were making
love.
She had not been so caught up in it, however, that she had
missed the silent communication between Wayne and Bill, nor had
she missed the content. Now she was worried, for she knew just
what was to come. She began moving up and down a little faster.
Not so much that Wayne would become suspicious, but enough to
increase the friction and the excitement. If she could make
him come, she could spoil their plans.
So, Jen liked a little show, did she. Well, he and Sylvie
would put one on for her, whether Sylvie wanted to or not. And
if their show was good enough it might just win him a bout in
bed with Jen as well. The thought excited Wayne. Bill was back
in the groove and if he and Sylvie could distract Jen, they
would keep him there. True, his position wasn't great yet, with
his skill and their help, he could still make something of it.
All Wayne had to do was to keep from coming, himself.
"Why don't you take a rest, babe," he said to Sylvie as he
began to stroke her. He'd take her up slowly, well, relatively
slowly, so she wouldn't suspect what was happening until it was
too late.
His hands reached around in front of her, much as Tim's had
done with Nika, and he began to lightly caress her sides, her
stomach, her tits. Sylvie had very sensitive nipples, he knew,
and avoided them for the moment, unlike earlier when he had tweaked
them to make her gasp. This avoidance wouldn't last long, though,
and he grinned at the thought of what was to come.
"I said to take a rest, babe." It was now an order. Sylvie
hadn't stopped at his prior suggestion. Did she know? She now
stopped, obediently it seemed, yet continued to massage him
internally - she was very good at that - and he became sure that
she was aware. So it was to be like that, was it?
Jen was concentrating on the chess board as Bill came around
behind her. More of the same, she thought. This time, however,
he simply ran his hands up and down her bare arms, saying nothing.
Then he squatted and did the same to her legs, concentrating his
attention on her inner thighs. Did he see how wet she was, how
wet she had made her panties? Likely. That wasn't good.
She wanted to be careful. She had the advantage in pieces,
and possibly position, yet he had his remarkable skill. She
daren't leave anything to chance, thus she determined to use
her entire two minutes studying the board, even though the
sensation of his fingers was beginning to break through her
concentration.
"Wasn't that lovely - Nika and Tim? They look so much in
love, don't they?" He was back behind her, whispering in her
ear. "She was beautiful, wasn't she, moving like poetry for the
eyes. I would like to do the same with you; travel with you to
the ecstasy I just know awaits us. You and I, Jen, we would be
beautiful." He continued stroking her arms and back gently until
the timer beeped and she made her move.
In spite of herself she began to consider his words, and
failed to take advantage of the initial seconds of his move. Jen
caught herself and bent once again to her task. This time she
concentrated on his penis, which was just beginning to droop.
"I'd like that, Bill, and wouldn't you like to have me as
your toy, able to slam into me hard, to make me come in spite of
myself. Can't you see me, fighting to stay calm yet crying out in
an orgasm I can't prevent?" She grinned. She was getting his
attention, all right. The proof of it was in her hands. She moved
her head close and flicked her tongue at the tender underside of
him, getting a charge out of seeing his cock jump. Then she heard
the gasp.
Sylvie couldn't prevent it. When Wayne turned his attention
to her nipples, without warning, the sudden sensation had been
too much to hold back; it had been almost shocking. And it had
distracted Jen, too. Damn!
Wayne's hands were now taking more and more liberties with
her nipples and Sylvie jerked with each touch, tightening her
stomach muscles, trying anything to avoid crying out and distracting
Jen. There was, however, no mercy in Wayne. He flicked and tweaked
her nipples at random, causing her to gasp and moan. She tried to
twist her body away from those ruthless hands - in vain. "Oh!" the
quick expulsion of breath getting away before she could stop it.
She looked about, wildly, hoping for something, anything which
might aid her. There was nothing, there was no hope.
Steadily the flames within flared higher, the excitement
growing with each touch. She could come with breast stimulation
alone. She knew it and, damn it, he knew it. "Mmmphh." She
smothered the half gasp, half groan which had threatened to
escape.
Desperately she worked her vaginal muscles. If she could
make him come, he'd lose all his energy for long enough for
Jen to finish Bill off. It was a desperate battle to see who
could make the other come first, but Sylvie was at a disadvantage
in that she wasn't allowed to ride Wayne's cock. She had to sit
still, he had ordered it and she was still subject to his orders.
Wayne had the advantage and he used it, tugging and tweaking
her nipples, brushing them as he caressed her breasts, rubbing her
nipples against his palms as he lightly massaged her, driving her
ever closer to release.
She began bucking on Wayne's cock, and his left arm came down
to hold her about the waist while his right hand continued it's
devilish work. She twisted and turned trying to escape it, not
realizing that Jen found her attempt to avoid stimulation highly
erotic in itself.
Her mouth was open and she was gasping for air, tossing her
head back and forth, hair flying, knowing she couldn't hold out
for much longer. Her breasts jiggled and bobbed with her body's
motions. If Nika's orgasm hadn't so turned her on, perhaps she
would have been able to fight it longer, perhaps even to win. If.
"Hahhh, Hahhhh," the gasps and expulsions of air became ever
more violent, even as her movements became more limited due to the
tension in her muscles which began to hold her rigid.
No! Oh God, no!
Ahhhh! Hahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Her cries rose in pitch as
her orgasm overcame her. Sylvie bucked a few more times against
Wayne's arm, then slowly sank back down against him, drained.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Jen, staring at her,
transfixed. Remorse overcame her. Sorry, she mouthed.
Another crash of thunder rolled through the room and Jen
jumped out of her reverie. Bill was speaking to her.
"You have to move. Now."
Hell. Where had he moved. No time. She picked up her
bishop and moved, realizing as she did so that it had been a
mistake. Bill captured a pawn and went to work on her once more.
He was gentle now, almost caring, she thought. He stroked
and caressed her gently. His words were of love and things
erotic, the things they could share. She berated herself for
listening, knowing that she had given herself away and had no
one else to blame. As he paid more attention to her inner thighs,
he was kissing them, she quivered with excitement. Oh, God. She
had to fight. She knew he didn't mean what he was saying, knew
he was only saying what he knew she wanted to hear. It was no use.
It was her turn. He continued his caresses. Jen made
herself concentrate on the board and moved to threaten Bill's rook.
He'd have to respond to that, she knew.
During his move she concentrated on exciting him, as he was
exciting her. It had its effect, but she found herself turned on
more by this as well. She could stick her fingers up the ass of
a Bill who threatened her, but she could not find it in herself to
do it to one who complimented her and cherished her. She was such
a sap, and if she didn't get a grip she'd lose this game after all.
Sylvie was slowly recovering, watching Jen in dismay, when
Wayne's voice sounded in her ears. "That was real nice, Sylvie,
a real turn on for Jen. Now we do it again."
Again? Oh, no, he couldn't, wouldn't. She struggled to
stand up, but Wayne's arm wouldn't allow it. "Just sit tight,
Sylvie and I'll do all the work. Just relax."
Wayne spread his knees apart a few inches which forced her
legs apart even more. She heard him chuckle. Then his hands
were stroking and caressing her once more. This time, however,
only his left hand roamed the region around her breasts, his
right made its way to the juncture of her legs. Oh, no!
He wet his finger in her juices and then applied it to her
aching clit. Lightning outside competed with lightning inside
for her attention and she jumped in spite of herself. Her cry
was lost in the thunder's boom.
This time she'd fight it, she vowed, even as the wicked,
wonderful, energy began to rise within her once more, seeking
its release. This time she'd stay strong.
Wayne's practiced, oiled finger gave lie to her resolution
as it circled her clit, now rubbing it, now pulling at the hood,
now moving down to touch her labia. His legs had opened some
more, leaving her feeling split wide open and very vulnerable.
She was opened wide and impaled in plain sight of Jen who couldn't
tear her eyes away. Any other time, Jen, I'd love you to be
enthralled by my sex, but not now, Jen, not now! She tried to
glare at Jen, but Jen wasn't looking at her face and soon the
sensations from her clit and nipples caused her to break her
stare as her head tossed, hair whipping back and forth.
It was happening again, more rapidly than before, but she
wouldn't let it. Sylvie held back the rising tide with the
sheer force of her will, denying it its release.
Wayne continued on, indefatigable, merciless. The blazing
sensations coursed up and down her body in waves, centering
about her clit and her nipples, but encompassing everything
else as well. Eventually she would be forced to climax, she
knew, yet she strove against it, trying to buy Jen time.
Oh, God! The longer she held out, the more powerful
the orgasm would be when it arrived. Sylvie was mortified.
She should have allowed it as soon as she could. She should
have cooperated with Wayne. Then it would be over. Now, the
longer she fought, the more distraction she was providing
against Jen *and* the louder she would be at the climax - and
she could be pretty loud when in the throes of a massive orgasm.
It was too late, now, to go back, yet she couldn't give in
to it either. It had become a matter of honour to hold out just
as long as she possibly could.
Her clit was on fire, sending flames soaring through her
body. She felt herself jerking and trembling, muscles out of
control, bowing to the necessities of the moment. Her breasts
were centres of pleasure, fueling the flames. Control was
lost. Her jaw ached as she held back the scream which was
to come. Her last coherent thought was a prayer to let her
come silently. It wasn't answered.
Sylvie's shriek of delight caused everyone to jump. Her
body shook and shivered, muscles spasmed. Her breasts jiggled,
uncontrolled. Slowly she subsided, her head hanging in
exhaustion, and defeat. But it had been glorious!
She was limp, soaked with sweat and exhausted. It was
difficult to even think. She had to rest. Her breath was still
ragged, uneven, fast. Words broke through to her mind, words but
unrecognizable as such. She concentrated. It was Wayne.
"And now, it's my turn." There was triumph in his voice.
"Oh no, please no." Her voice was hardly a whisper, edged
with horror; she couldn't, not again. Oh, please, not again.
She was lifted, with him still inside her, then lowered
to the floor on her hands and knees. Her arms couldn't hold
the weight of her upper body and she collapsed, her face on one
arm, knees well spread and ass in the air, held there by the
pressure of his hips behind her, his hands on her hips.
Her clit was still super sensitive and when Wayne slammed
into her the first time she let out a cry. Wayne stayed there,
deep inside her for a few moments then very slowly backed all
the way out. He remained there a few seconds, poised at her
lips, lightly pressing, then slammed forward again, coming up
hard against her buttocks. "Ummmph." The penetration felt
good, yet the force of it caused her tender nipples to drag
across the carpet sending shock waves down her body to meet
the ones coming up from her poor pussy.
He backed out, completely again, paused, then slammed
into her once more. "Ummmph." Once again that lovely feeling
of penetration. And again. "Ummmph." And again. "Ummmph."
His pauses grew shorter and shorter until he no longer left
her completely.
Sylvie felt her body beginning to react, to enjoy the
motion, the pleasure of him, to begin to move backwards to
meet his thrusts.
She was starting to move with him now. Good. The
feeling of power over her was almost as pleasurable as the
sensations of friction on his cock as he moved in and out.
He loved to see her ass jump under the force of his thrust,
to hear her moan - now with every thrust - to know that she
knew she was heading for another orgasm, forced there by his
actions. He drove into her a little more forcefully. "Ahhh!"
she cried out, her cry drowned in another crash of thunder.
Jen, also, jumped a bit as the thunder's sound wave rolled
over and through her. It was the first time she'd ever seen
anyone being fucked. And Sylvie was being fucked, there was no
doubt about it. Wayne was using her, driving her, fucking her.
He'd even turned his head once and winked at Jen's astonished
look, during one of his pauses, just before he plowed back into
Sylvie. And Sylvie, in the state she was in, after two beautiful
orgasms, was taking it, being driven, her body reacting to the
fucking it was receiving, begging for more.
Unconsciously Jen squeezed her legs together, wondering
what it would be like to be fucked like that, like Sylvie, to
the point where the body's needs overruled the mind. She heard
Sylvie's cries growing in intensity with every thrust, wished
she could be there, to be Sylvie, being fucked, loving it,
glorying in it.
She jumped again as Bill touched her shoulder.
"Jen?" She dragged her attention from the action in front
of her. "Jen?" Bill repeated. "I said, 'Knight takes Bishop'.
You lose your top."
What?! Jen looked at the board. Had she made *that* play?
God, she had. Where was her mind? Ha! She knew where her mind
was. It was there on the floor, getting fucked with Sylvie; where
she would be, soon, if she didn't snap out of it.
Wayne grinned as Jen's tits were revealed. Nice knockers,
not so heavy as Nika's, yet almost as exciting. Beautifully formed,
coming to nice pink tips, a light tan line showing where her bikini
usually rested.
Ugh. He grunted as he drove into Sylvie again. "Aahhh!"
came Sylvie's response, her cries becoming louder. She was getting
close. Still, he watched as Bill set up the chair, back to he
and Sylvie, and sat down. Jen came forward and was standing
with Bill's knees between her own, her tits in Bill's face.
That's right, Bill. You suck on them, then I'll suck on them.
Drive her wild, buddy. He returned his attention to the gasping,
wildly jerking body in front of him. There was just one thing
left he wanted to do.
"Aahhhh!" Sylvie was on her hands and knees now, backing
into every thrust, her buttocks jiggling with the force of
contact, her breasts swaying, her legs and arms trembling. She
could hardly concentrate on anything other than the pleasure her
body was receiving, still, the voice behind her was insistent. She
focused. "Sylvie, the time, look at the time." It was Wayne's
voice. Slowly her head turned and she saw Jen, standing over Bill,
who had latched onto one of her breasts and was sucking on it. Her
other breast was in full view. Sylvie envied Bill, it was a
beautiful breast. Bill's hands were stroking her legs. Jen's eyes
were open, watching them, and her mouth was open as she, too, was
breathing in gasps.
We've lost, thought Sylvie in despair. Her gaze rose and
there was the living room clock. It took several seconds, seconds
in which her cries rose in volume and force, for her to grasp
the significance of what she saw. When she did she began to buck
under Wayne.
The hour was up! Had been up, probably, before she'd been
placed on the floor. They were using her now, to get at Jen!
She tried to fight, but it was impossible, she was too far gone.
She understood. Wayne was triumphant. He reached forward
and grabbed Sylvie's breasts, fondling the nipples. Sylvie, under
his weight, collapsed to the floor with him on top of her. She
began bucking like a wild thing in fury, frustration and ecstasy.
Wayne rode her like a bronco. He slammed into her again and again.
His time was near, he could feel the pressure building, could hardly
think any more. Sylvie's scream split the room as she came, fading
into a wail, as her orgasm lifted her shaking, trembling body from
the floor, then released it.
Yes, yes. His balls were tight. There was no stopping it now.
He began a series of short hard strokes as Sylvie continued to jerk
and spasm under him, then drew back and drove his full length into
her with a shout of his own. His whole body spasmed as he came,
holding Sylvie tightly. He managed three more harsh, driving strokes
before he collapsed on her, driving out her breath in a whoosh.
Jen couldn't keep her eyes shut this time, she had to watch
Sylvie and Wayne. It was incredibly exciting and the joy of having
Bill suckling at her breast, stroking her thighs, had her trembling
all over. Sylvie's anguished eyes met hers, recognized her then
passed by. Suddenly Sylvie was bucking and going wild, Wayne
struggling to hang on. Jen gasped at the intensity of their
coupling. A wave of energy shot through her as Sylvie's scream
rent the air, followed shortly by Wayne's shout of triumph.
She was having difficulty breathing, herself. Everything
felt so good, so wonderful. God, could she come like this,
without Bill even touching her pussy?
Wayne, slowly turned his head to watch her. He grinned.
She read his lips more than heard his voice, "You're next."
End of Part 7, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 8
'You're next.' 'You're next.' The words washed over
Jen like a cold shower. That son of a bitch, Bill, *had*
promised her to Wayne. She'd seen it in Wayne's eyes, the
anticipation. He hadn't been trying to further distract her,
he *knew* that, if Bill won, he would have her.
Jen felt her face growing red - with anger. She had been
falling, slowly, yet falling nonetheless, for Bill's new line,
his new stratagem. Did she so desperately want to believe in him
that she'd ignore all what had gone on so far this night? God,
she did! She'd been thinking of him for months now, wanting him,
building up an image in her mind of who he could be for her. He
was not that person, as events this night had proven, yet she
still wanted to believe that his threats had been merely distractions
and no more. She had wanted to believe that, had he won, they
would have had an intimate time together - the two of them, just as
she'd planned for if she won. For him to actually go along with, or
worse, instigate the giving of her to Wayne would mean that she
really meant nothing to him.
The thunder that rolled through the room, echoed in her mind,
as she walked away from Bill and to the balcony door. Her nipples,
still wet from the licking which Bill had given them, cooled in
the breeze she generated and remained achingly erect. She slid
the glass door open as Bill reset the timer for her move. The wind
was from the other side of the building and there was not an in-rush
of cooler air, so Jen left the glass door open.
The rain started and the sound of it washed her mind clear
just as the rain, itself, was washing clear the air. Bill's eyes
were on her face as she walked back to the table, confidence and
determination once more in her stride. Perhaps he read in them
the implacable will to win. Perhaps not. In any event, he
returned to his side of the table, foregoing his right to play
with her as she studied the board. He was too busy studying it
himself to spare the time for that.
Bill wondered what the hell had happened now. Jen was a
source of constant astonishment to him. Every time he had her
on the ropes, it seemed, she would make a sudden inexplicable
recovery. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? Only one
thing, he guessed. Play chess.
Jen was moving aggressively now, taking full advantage
of her superior position, the position he'd lost when she had
so brilliantly distracted him. They were fairly even in
pieces, Jen having a two pawn advantage, but he'd allowed his
rook to get tied up and the moves required to bring it back
into action could be disastrous.
Almost, almost. One more move and he'd be in deep trouble.
Jen glanced over to the floor where Sylvie still lay like a
rag doll. Wayne had recovered, retaken his seat, and was
watching the game with interest. He didn't look especially
happy. Jen allowed herself an inner grin. She turned her
head a little farther and there, on the sofa, she saw Tim and
Nika. Still lying as they were earlier. Nika's eyes were
open and watching her, Tim's were closed. Tim's hand was
slowly stroking her from shoulder to thigh - the limit of his
reach. She smiled at Nika and received one in return.
That, at least, had gone well. Nika and Tim. She was
happy for them.
Bill moved. He sounded subdued. Well he should. She
looked at the board. Interesting. Well, it was the better
of two evils, she guessed.
"Move, Knight takes Rook. There goes your top, Bill.
Do you want me to take it off, or will you do it yourself?"
There was no give in her now.
"You do it."
Jen shrugged and moved around the table. Bill stepped
back but didn't cooperate by bending over to allow her to
pull the top over his head. Little boys must have their fun,
I guess, she thought, and stepped right up to him.
Bill was taller than she was, so she ended up pressing
against him as she pushed the top up and over his head then
down over his arms and off.
Bill felt her belly touch his still semi-hard cock first
then her breasts against his lower chest. He enjoyed the
contact while it lasted, but she simply removed his shirt and
returned to her side of the board. Women! He'd likely never
understand them. Not ten minutes ago she'd been almost ready
to explode - and loving every second of it. Now? The ice
maiden. He shrugged.
"Move. Knight takes Knight. Sit down, Jen, and I'll take
off your socks for you - slowly." He could still try.
Her muscles were like mush. She had been fondled, fingered
driven and ridden to ecstasy - both her own and his. She was
weary beyond belief, yet still moved her arm under her shoulder
and levered herself over. She flopped on her back, legs parting,
not caring that she was open for everyone to see. Her head
rolled over and, through half closed eyes, she saw Bill slowly
peeling Jen's sock from her foot, bending and kissing the
exposed skin. He'd taken another piece. Her eyes closed in
exhaustion and defeat. Jen was being stripped and much of
the blame rested squarely on her shoulders - or, more truthfully,
directly on her nipples and clit.
No, wait. Something wasn't right. Sylvie's eyes flickered
open once more. Jen's posture wasn't that of one defeated. What
had been going on? She levered herself onto her elbows. The
movement caught Jen's attention and she looked over to Sylvie,
meeting her gaze calmly.
Jen was sober! Stone cold sober. She was calm and collected
and smiling at her! She was mouthing something at her. Sylvie
focused. "Welcome back." What had been going on, indeed? She
shakily got to her feet and her eyes went to the board. One look
told her that Bill was in trouble, deep. She staggered over to the
empty chair and sat down with a thud.
"Check." Jen had him where she wanted him. Or so she thought.
He'd been setting this up carefully. He moved his king. "Check."
He almost smiled. He'd find it very difficult to win now -
couldn't actually unless he pinned her against some pawns - but he
could arrange a stalemate, and that was what he was doing. Jen,
was cooperating beautifully. He moved his king.
Two more moves and he'd be there, but first he had to lose
that knight which would still be able to move. "Check." Good,
good. Bill moved his knight in between his king and her rook.
"Rook takes Knight, Check. I'll take your socks Bill."
She knelt in front of him. "Lift up your left foot." He complied
and the sock was unceremoniously removed. The right sock followed.
She didn't even bother to touch his feet.
Bill moved his king. Just one more check and it would be
done, for when she moved her Rook her Bishop would be uncovered
and that would lead to the stalemate. He smiled to himself,
allowing only consternation to show on his face as he studied
the board. Come on, Jen, one more check.
Jen looked at him contemptuously. She moved her Bishop.
"Did you really expect that to work?" I've stripped you naked,
Bill, like I told you I would. Now I'm going to mate you, and
I won't let you do anything to stop me." She paused and looked
at him coolly. "How's it feel, Bill?" She could see that it
didn't feel good. He moved his knight out - too late.
"Sylvie, come here, I want you to see this." Jen waited
while Sylvie rose, expectantly, and approached. Jen took Sylvie's
right hand in her left, picking up her rook in her right.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she moved her hand in a line,
and then dropped the rook.
"Checkmate!" She lifted Sylvie's hand and her own in
victory!
"Yesss!" Sylvie squealed in delight, jumping up and down,
feeling her energy return. She looked at Bill, now naked and,
she had to admit, a fine figure of a man, as he slumped,
defeated into the chair she had just vacated. Jen had done it!
Sylvie's smile was wide as she turned to her partner. It slowly
faded. Jen didn't appear as happy with her victory as Sylvie
thought she would be. In fact she didn't appear happy at all.
Instead she was bending over, gathering together her
clothes which were strewn about the room. She was, Sylvie
suddenly knew, going to get dressed and leave. That wasn't
fair. Jen had played well and deserved to enjoy her victory.
Unfortunately, Sylvie couldn't think of anything to say to
help her partner. She just didn't know Jen well enough and
whatever she might say to try to help might do the very opposite.
Sylvie looked over at Nika, pleading with her eyes. Nika
looked at Jen and frowned, then started to get up. Maybe Nika
would know what to do. Sylvie sure hoped so.
As Nika rose from the sofa, Sylvie couldn't help but admire
her body. She'd love to get her hands on it. Jen had a lovely
body, too. Nice full, upturned breasts, smooth curves, everything,
yet Nika just exuded sensuality with every move. Even so, Jen
was the one that Sylvie would prefer to get in bed. Jen had
met her on a level above pure sensuality. There was something in
Jen's smile, in her bright personality, which turned Sylvie on
something fierce. She crossed her fingers as Nika approached.
"What's up, Jen?" Nika was obviously concerned.
Jen dredged up a smile. How could she tell her friend that
her fantasy had just crashed and burned. No, more than her fantasy,
her dream. Loss of a dream is hard to take.
"Ah, Nika, I'm just a little tired. I think it's time to go
home."
Nika looked long into her friends' eyes. They told her not
to push at this time. Nika pursed her lips and nodded. She saw,
out of the corner of her eye, Sylvie shaking her head, no.
"If you're tired, Jen, you're tired. Go on home. I'll call
you a cab. Strange, though, I didn't expect you to break your
promise." That would get her, Nika knew. No one she knew was
more conscientious than Jen.
"What?" Jen had been turning away, but now turned back to
face Nika. "What did you say?" She was puzzled. What had she
promised to Nika? With an impish grin Nika raised her clasped
hands above her head and pirouetted.
"You can see all of me," Nika's eyes left Jen's and focused
on her panties, "but I can't see all of you. You promised -
'however it turns out' - I seem to remember. Welshing on your
deal?" She grinned maliciously. "Sylvie?"
Sylvie hoped Nika knew what she was doing. "Yes, Nika?"
"What do you think of someone who goes back on her word?"
Nika's voice was filled with a phony hauteur, as if she were
above any such petty doing.
Sylvie was silent a moment. She'd have to be careful here.
She finally followed Nika's lead.
"Well, my favourite poet says 'A promise made is a debt unpaid',
so I guess I'd have to lose all respect for any such party." Sylvie
made sure that Jen knew that she was only mock serious. "I'd
probably have to spread the word around that she couldn't be
trusted. Why do you ask? Do you know any such fiend?" Nika smiled
her thanks to Sylvie. Sylvie relaxed. Apparently she'd done the
right thing.
Tim, interested in the proceedings, had come over and took
Jen's face between his hands, looked her straight in the eye for a
minute, then sadly shook his head and, with a sigh, lowered it,
hanging it in shame, it seemed. "A man is known by the company
he keeps. Alas, it seems my reputation's shot." He turned away.
Good for you, Tim, thought Sylvie.
Jen was now having difficulty both keeping a straight face
and holding back her tears. It was good to have friends. She
swatted Tim on the backside and grinned as he jumped and rubbed
his cheek. He looked at her, highly offended, it seemed. She
couldn't hold back any longer and laughed.
"Thanks everyone. You are good friends."
"What's this I hear about welshing on debts?" It was Bill,
who had come over. "I lost, fair and square, and I'm here to
pay up. Ninety minutes, I believe it was." He grinned. "Now
what debt are *you* welshing on?"
It was strange. Now that the game was over Bill had suddenly
lost the competitiveness which had so marred her enjoyment of
the match. Funny, it was losing the match which bothered him,
paying up once the game was lost didn't bother him in the least,
or didn't seem to. She looked at him, in silence. People can sure
be unpredictable, she thought.
Maybe she looked too serious, for he grinned at her, "You're
not *really* going to spank me, are you?" He looked too worried
to be truly worried.
Jen put all the soothing she could into her voice. "Bill,
that was just a stratagem to take your mind off of the game. How
could you even think that of me?" She grinned, her mind now
seething with ideas.
"I don't like that look on your face, Jen. Now, tell me,
what promise did you make?"
"I told Nika that, no matter how the game ended, she'd be
able to see as much of me as I can see of her."
"And you're going to welsh on that?" Bill was surprised.
"I most certainly am not." There were cheers all around.
"Good," said Bill, "I'm looking forward to seeing you take
off your panties, since I was unable to do so for myself earlier."
He truly didn't seem to care about the game any longer.
"Hey, wait a minute. I promised this to Nika, not the rest
of you." Faces fell. "However," smiles reappeared, "Sylvie is
my partner. How could I kick her out?" She exchanged a high-five
with Sylvie. "And Tim, well Tim's so sweet and innocent," laughter
echoed, "that there is no problem there. Now Wayne," She paused
for a few seconds, looking for Wayne. He'd left just after the
checkmate, she realized, heading toward the bathroom. There was
the muffled sound of the shower, so he must be in there. "Well,
Wayne, if he appears, wasn't shy about showing me what he has,"
more laughter, "was willing to have me at the table as an observer,
so I can't say no to him. But *you*," she pointed at Bill. "You
lost. You had your chance earlier and you passed it up. Why should
I give you another one?"
Bill made to speak but she held up her hand, silencing him.
"Now, I realize that this might not seem fair, so I'm going to
allow you the honour of removing my panties, but you don't get to
look." Bill looked puzzled. "Sylvie, is there anything here we
can use as a blindfold?"
A smile of understanding come to Sylvie's face. Awright Jen!
Good recovery. She was proud of her, though still wondering what
had happened to depress her originally. "No problem. Wayne has a
blindfold he wears when he has to sleep during the day. I'll get
it." Sylvie went to Wayne's room and discovered him there, toweling
off.
"What's up, Sylvie?"
"Jen's going to let Bill remove her panties, so that we are all
equally naked, but isn't going to let him see. I need to have that
blindfold of yours. You are invited to the unveiling, if you want
to come."
"Sure thing. Why not? Here." He fished in his night table
drawer, pulled out the blindfold and handed it to her. He then
pulled on his bath robe and followed her back to the living room.
When they arrived back in the living room Jen asked her to
put the blindfold on Bill and went to whisper something in Wayne's
ear. He looked a little surprised, his mouth turned down in
puzzled amusement, and he left for the storeroom. Sylvie
looked at her, questioningly, but only got a grin in return, plus
the mouthed words, hurry up. Sylvie placed the blindfold on Bill,
snugging it down so he wouldn't be able to see at all. She
trailed a few fingers possessively along his jaw as she left to
see what Nika was carrying. It was a soup bowl of water and she
was heading for Bill's bedroom. Tim was following just behind her
with a kitchen chair. What was Jen up to?
Bill sat in his chair feeling very vulnerable. Wayne's
blindfold was very effective. Someone was handing him something.
He felt them. They were his ski gloves! What the hell? No one
said anything, so he unclipped them from each other and put them on.
"How am I going to feel what I'm doing if I have to wear these?"
he complained.
"That's the point," came Jen's voice, very near. "You played
poorly, you don't deserve to be allowed to place your fingers in
direct contact with my skin." That Jen had a wicked mind. He
loved it. He was looking forward to the next ninety minutes. It
would be filled with surprises, he knew.
"Okay. Stand up." He stood. She, he guessed it was Jen,
took his hands from behind and clipped the gloves together again.
It was like having his hands handcuffed behind his back.
"How am I supposed to . . ." he began to complain but was
interrupted.
"With your teeth, dear boy. But be careful. If you nip me
or tear them you'll pay for it later. Now, on your knees and
begin."
Bill moved forward on his knees and found Jen through the
expedient of bumping his nose on her hip. He felt with his nose
the edge of the panties, carefully put his teeth to it and began
moving down. He was stopped by the other side which refused to
come down as well. Damn. He made his way over to her other hip
and repeated the process. Then back again.
Now it had to come over the protrusion of her buttocks. He
gripped the waistband carefully between his teeth and, dragging
his nose along the soft flesh of her right cheek, brought the
panties down to where they fell, by themselves to the floor.
The air was heavy with the aroma of her femaleness.
Jen stepped out of her panties to the applause of all except
Bill, who, of course, couldn't as he still had his hands clipped
behind his back. She pirouetted for Nika.
"There," she smiled, "now you can see as much of me as I
can of you. Satisfied?"
It appeared that she was.
"Now, Bill, get up. It appears we have some unfinished
business to attend to in your bedroom." Bill struggled to
his feet. "Ah, I see you have provided your own leash."
Jen grasped his penis and led him to his bedroom. She closed
the door behind them.
"Mind if I open the window, Bill?"
"It's your ninety minutes, Jen. Do as you wish. Next time,
when it's my turn, I will."
Jen stopped short. Next time. When it's my turn. She
opened the window and then moved Bill in front of the chair. She
unclipped his gloves. The sound of the wind and the rain through
the leaves of the trees outside was relaxing, yet she couldn't relax.
"Sit down, Bill. I want to talk with you for a minute." Bill
sat.
"How did you enjoy the game, Bill?"
There was a long pause before Bill replied. "It was very
stimulating. Quite a challenge, Jen. You manipulated the rules
well to even out our skills." He paused again. "I enjoyed it,"
he declared. "It was a lot of fun."
"Even losing?" Jen's voice was soft.
"I play to win. I don't like losing, yet when you play any
game losing is a possible outcome - you have to live with it."
"And now you are living with it?"
"I don't understand, Jen. The game is over. This is something
completely different."
"You said next time you'd do what you wanted. Does that include
giving me to Wayne and Tim, or whoever?"
"You made the rules, Jen. But, yeah, why not?" Bill was
sounding confused.
A part of Jen mourned, another part was relieved. "There won't
be a 'next time', Bill. You see, I didn't find the game all that
much fun."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Bill sounded truly sorry. "Want to
tell me why?"
"I play to have fun, Bill. I thought we would have a relaxed
fun time. Winning isn't everything. You play to win, as you said,
and, unless I wanted to just let you have your way, to compete I had
to play to win, too. I don't like the person I was, what I did, in
order to win. It was too intense. There will be no return match."
Bill pondered what she had said for a few moments. He really
did like Jen and was sorry she hadn't had fun. She was getting too
serious now, too. "Jen, I am who I am. I'm sorry if that precludes
our having a return match. But, Jen, you know what?"
"What."
"If I were in your place, right now, I wouldn't be wasting *my*
ninety minutes." He smiled. "Think later. Have fun now. You can't
win or lose here unless, that is, you make an effort to not enjoy
yourself. So enjoy," he urged.
"You're right, Bill. Thanks. Hey, that's some bed you have!"
It was a four-poster and had been pure hell to get in the room
and set up, but he liked it - and for reasons more than the good
nights' sleep he enjoyed on it.
"Hey, what're those straps on the posts for."
"Never considered tying someone up, Jen," he half joked.
"Like you, big boy?" Her humour was starting to return, which
pleased him.
"Sure, like me, if you wish. It's your ninety minutes."
"As you keep reminding me. You just sit tight. I'll be right
back. Don't go anywhere."
He heard the door open. It was strange sitting in the dark,
knowing that everyone could see except you. He started as thunder
rolled through the room once more. It was getting wild outside.
"Stand up!" Jen's voice, beside him, made him jump. When
did she get back. He stood.
"It has come to my attention that you've used your talents in
order to have your way with the Sisterhood." Sisterhood? "Tying
my sisters to your bed and tormenting them is an act for which you
must be brought to book!" Her voice came from below him. She was
now sitting in the chair.
"Lie down over my lap." It was an order.
Bill complied, but felt vaguely ridiculous. "Hey, wait a
minute. You as much as promised that you weren't going to spank me."
"That's right," she sounded contrite. "I did promise, and I
always keep my word." He felt her hand in the small of his back
pinning him down.
If he wasn't going to be spanked, then what . . ."Ow!"
Whack. Her hand struck his unprotected ass, surprising him.
"I thought . . ."
Whack!
End of Part 8, Strip Chess, by Delta
STRIP CHESS
by Delta
Part 9 (Concluding)
Nika watched as Jen positioned Bill over her lap and firmly
placed her right hand in the small of his back. That was strange,
as Jen was right handed. She'd have to use her left to spank Bill.
What Nika couldn't understand is *why* Jen wanted her and Sylvie to
watch - had almost demanded it, in fact.
With her left hand Jen was motioning her closer as she told
Bill that, yes, she had promised not to spank him and that she
always kept her promises. Nika was confused. Then Jen raised her
hand, made the motion of spanking, then pointed at her. Nika's
eyes lit with understanding and laughter. *She* was supposed to
spank Bill.
Without thinking, for if she thought about it she would
probably back out, she raised her right hand (now it became
clear why Bill was positioned as he was) and brought it down
sharply on his left cheek. There was a gasp of surprise and pain,
and Bill started to say something but Nika's hand was on the way
down again and another sharp crack interrupted him.
It was neat, the way his ass jiggled under the blow. Nika
raised her hand once more, trying not to giggle. It was so
absurd, the three of them there spanking a grown man, that she
was shaking from suppressed laughter. Whack!
Come on, Nika, get a grip on yourself, she ordered herself
as she brought her hand down for the fourth time. There were
tears streaming from her eyes and her stomach was jumping as
the bottled up laughter threatened to explode. Once more,
just once more, she promised herself. Whack! There was
little force behind the blow.
Nika turned, almost doubled over, holding herself and
scurried from the room.
"I can't believe Bill lost," Wayne told Tim as he handed
him a beer. Tim had just returned from the shower and had
gathered his clothes together when Wayne had invited him
into the kitchen for a beer.
"Happens to the best of them, I guess," Tim replied
noncommittally as he pulled on his pants. He hadn't really
cared whether Jen won or lost, he had been too interested in
his evolving relationship with Nika. Even so, he was not
particularly impressed with Bill and the way he played his games.
"Apparently. I only wish it hadn't been today. I would
have loved to get Jen in the sack. How about you?" Wayne tilted
the bottle up and took a large swallow.
"I think Nika's all I can handle," Tim replied politely. He
didn't think much of Wayne's attitude. He was the typical 'think
with your gonads' type of man that Tim preferred not to be around.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Wayne agreed. Tim was all set
to be insulted when he continued, surprising Tim. "It makes a
difference when you love them, doesn't it?"
"Pardon?"
"Come on, Tim. It's written all over you and, tell you the
truth, I envy you. Hell, if Sylvie and I could get along - out
of the sack - *I* sure as hell wouldn't look elsewhere." He
shrugged. "However, we do good as friends even though any closer
than that and we drive each other crazy. In the sack, though, as
friends, man it doesn't get much better."
"I don't think I could operate that way."
"Guess it depends on the woman . . . . Speaking of women,
where are they? I figured . . ."
At that moment Nika came rushing in, tears in her eyes,
sobbing hysterically. What in . . . . Tim got up quickly
to comfort her, but Nika collapsed on the floor. He bent over
her, concerned.
Nika made a valiant effort to compose herself long enough
to explain to Tim what had happened, but was unable. All she
was able to gasp out was, "Spanking," before she convulsed with
suppressed laughter once more. The laughter was no longer suppressed
because she didn't want Bill to hear, rather she no longer had any
breath left and couldn't get enough of a lung full to make much
of a noise, let alone laugh.
Tim looked to Wayne who shrugged. "Bill spanked you?" he
questioned, unsure as to whether he was upset or not.
"No . . . " Nika managed to gasp before another paroxysm
racked her. "Me . . . <gasp> . . . him . . . funniest . . .thing
. . . ever . . . saw." Her breasts were jiggling like two globes
of jello. Tim held her to him, trying to calm her down.
"You spanked him?" Tim was now trying to control himself.
There was something about laughter which was contagious.
"Yes." It was all Nika could do to get the word out.
Weird, Tim thought as he began chuckling.
As Nika headed out of the room at a fast scurry, Jen quickly
motioned Sylvie forward. That was the most unnecessary motion
Jen had made all night, thought Sylvie, who was already moving
to take Nika's place. Whack!
"Ow!" Nika had a nice stroke, but there was nothing like
tennis to put some oomph behind it. Sylvie grinned to herself.
Ironic that Bill had helped her with her forehand swing. She
followed that swing up with four of the same and was just
starting to get into it when Jen motioned her to stop. Bill's
bottom was a nice glowing red, but Sylvie was disappointed that
it had ended so soon.
Huh? Jen was pointing at the dresser. Sylvie's smile was
beatific. Jen had a wicked mind, all right.
"You okay, Bill?" Jen asked, mock concern in her voice.
"Don't worry, it's almost over. I just want to try something,
though."
Sylvie dipped her hand in the soup bowl, wetting it with
the water. This should sting. Crack!
"Yeow!"
Crack!
"Aggh!"
Crack!
"Ow! Don't you think that's enough," complained Bill.
Remember that huge butt plug you used on me? Sylvie thought
at him. No, it's not enough. Crack! Crack! Crack! Okay, that's
enough.
Sylvie blew a kiss at Jen and went to the door. She pointed
at herself, then out the door. Jen shrugged and mouthed, doesn't
matter. Sylvie closed the door half way, but remained inside.
Boom! Thunder rolled in the wake of the lightning flash.
The storm was overhead.
"Okay, Bill, enough fun and games. It's time for you to get
to work. Up you get." Bill rose from her lap. Jen was amused
to see he was hard. "Enjoyed that, did you?"
"I never realized you were that strong," Bill laughed.
He certainly took it well. She wondered if she would have
done as well in similar circumstances. Hopefully she wouldn't have
to find out.
"Well, Jen, what next? I assume I've been suitably chastised
for my mishandling of the 'sisterhood'. So, onwards and upwards?
There are condoms in the night table."
"I think we can do without them for a little bit yet. You've
work to do before any more fun."
Bill stuck his tongue out in the direction of her voice.
"Precisely, my dear," she said brightly, "precisely."
There was another flash-boom of lightning and thunder and
Jen began to tingle all over. She led Bill to the window side of
his bed and had him kneel down on one of his pillows. She then
lay across the bed, one leg on either one of Bill's shoulders
and with her head propped up on the other pillow so she could
see out the window.
"Here's how it goes, Bill. You bend over and start licking
and the more pressure I put on your back with my feet, the faster
you lick. If my feet are low on your back you concentrate on
my labia. If they go higher, then on my clit. Got it?"
Bill said he did.
"Okay, let's experiment a little. You can begin." she lowered
her feet onto Bill's back, low down. He bent low, holding her
buttocks with his gloved hands and began a series of long, slow
ice-cream licks."
"Ah, very good. That's nice. Now see if you can find my clit."
Bill moved up a little. "No, a little higher . . . yes, yes, that's
it. Gently, gently. Circle, circle. Yes, very good, now back on
down." Bill moved as instructed. "And Bill, if I take my feet off
altogether and rest my legs on your shoulders and back, you are to
stop completely. Got it?" She demonstrated. He got it.
Jen let her feet lightly rest low on Bill's back and he began
to lick at her labia, slowly, every so often pushing his tongue in
her as far as he could. It felt so good to just relax and let him
work on her. It had been a very stressful day and she needed the
relaxation. Mmmmm. That felt so good.
Her hands began stroking her front, up and down, just as she'd
explained to Tim, oh so long ago. Her nails lightly raked her sides
and her tummy, dragging electric currents with them. Her nipples
were hard and sensitive and occasionally she brushed them and
shuddered.
Deep within, the pool of energy started to grow, to send out
vibrations. There was a flash of lightning and Jen immediately
brought her feet higher. Bill concentrated on her clitoral area
as the thunder rolled through the room, its sound vibration a
welcome addition to the vibrations within. As it receded Jen
moved her feet back down, now pressing just a little harder.
Bill picked up the pace.
Ahh, it was so nice, nice to be here, to have a man making
love to her. So very nice to have the added energy of the storm.
Storms had excited her for so long, now, that she couldn't
remember the first time she had masturbated to the thunder. This
was so much better, having another's tongue doing the work, allowing
her to concentrate on holding back and releasing the energy pool.
Another flash lit up the night sky - the clouds a billowing
grey mass in the lightning's flash. Feet higher, pressing, Bill
tonguing like a man possessed, ass coming off the bed, breathing
stopped . . . . No. She relaxed and lifted her feet from Bill's
back. It was too soon.
There was a knock on the door. Jen looked up to see Sylvie
was the one knocking.
"Excuse me, dears, but I have to ask Bill a question."
"Go ahead," Jen answered for Bill.
"Bill, remember that vibrating butt plug you stuffed up my
rear a couple of months ago?"
Bill chuckled. "Yes, its in the top right drawer - all charged
and ready for you. Should last about fifteen to twenty minutes.
Go ahead and take it."
Sylvie rooted around in the drawer for a minute. "Got it,
thanks. Have fun, dears."
She returned to her seat at the side of the bed and showed the
devise to Jen. Jen was startled. It was huge if it was meant to
go up one's backside.
Bill was still chuckling quietly. "Is she gone," he asked.
"Yes, she is," Jen lied to him. "What was that all about?"
"A couple of months ago, I won her. I was looking for someone
to try that toy on, and she was the lucky one." He chuckled again.
Sylvie glared at him.
"It looked quite large, Bill," Jen was caressing her breasts
again. "Sylvie allowed you to put that inside her," Jen was
incredulous.
"She didn't have much choice. I had won, remember, and she
was tied to those straps you noticed." Bill paused to give her a
few more licks.
"Didn't she ask you not to?" Jen saw Sylvie nod her head
vigourously.
"Yes, but as I said she had no choice. Oh, she complained
bitterly, but when it was in and I turned it on, and I was in her
as well, pumping as it vibrated - felt great - well, she came all
over the place. It was all I could do to hang on. I guess she
likes it more than she'd admit." Sylvie shook her head, no. "I
hope she has fun with it tonight." Sylvie nodded her head,
smiling evilly.
Jen lay back and allowed her breathing to return to normal.
It was time to begin once more. She placed her feet on Bill's
back and he began to tongue her once more. A nice, slow motion
up and down her labia. His hands, gloves rather, under her
ass lifting her to meet his mouth. Oh, yes. She moaned and
turned her head to the side. This was too good. She began,
once again to stroke herself, concentrating on the undersides
of her breasts, with the occasional foray up to the nipples,
those stiff erect buds which gave so much pleasure when touched.
She stretched, languidly, to release a little of the tension
which had built up, then returned to her self stroking. Ahhh,
so nice. Hmmmm? She felt a pair of hands stroking her hair and
looked up to see Sylvie, on the chair next to the bed, bent over
and stroking her gently. Sylvie smiled and Jen returned the smile.
She pressed her feet to Bill's back a little harder and he began to
move faster.
There was a flash of lightning and Bill went back to work on
her clit, as directed. Jen quivered as the thunder filled the room.
It was close and very loud.
The air vibrated from the thunder and Jen squirmed as its
power, combined with the jolts caused by Bill's tongue, washed
through her. The tender stroking of her forehead and hair soothed
her as Bill's tongue excited her. The contrast was vastly arousing.
It wouldn't be long. She moved her feet down. She wanted it to
last.
Her centre was liquid. Everything within was in motion.
Waves moving through her, swirls and eddies, punctuated by bolts
which brought her body, back arched, off the bed.
Jen's right hand reached up and was caught by Sylvie's. She
held on hard. Sylvie continued stroking her head and face with
her other hand. It was coming closer. Her left hand came up
and it, too was caught and held, yet the stroking of her hair
continued. Jen opened her eyes and saw Nika had joined them.
Her eyes closed once more.
Ka-boom! Jen pushed hard against Bill and lifted her
bottom off the bed. Bill went wild against her clit. Flicking
his tongue like a madman.
"Oh, Oh, Oh!" Her breathing was now controlled by the needs
of her body. Short, gasping breaths.
Bill had caught on to what was happening and at every blast of
thunder he strove to drive Jen out of her mind with sensation. He
kneaded her ass, licked and sucked her clit and lifted her to him.
During the lulls he became very gentle.
So very interesting, what she was doing. Coming with the
storm. He wondered what she was thinking. Boom. He dove back
into his work. Clearly she couldn't last much longer. She was
bucking her hips up to his mouth, her legs were trembling. It
would be very soon. Next thunderbolt and he'd push her over.
Nika and Sylvie had also caught on. They mirrored each
others moves, holding Jen's hands and stroking up and down her
body, trying to overload her with sensation. Nika caught Sylvie's
eye and grinned fiercely at her. It was exciting. Had Jen felt
like this when she watched her come on top of Tim? She hoped so.
It was beautiful, what was happening, and it was good to be a
part of it. Together, she and Sylvie concentrated on Jen's
nipples, tugging at them, feeling the excitement rushing through
Jen's body. It was great!
Almost there. So good to have everything done for her. All
she had to do was concentrate. Hold back now. The vibration
moving her, lifting her. Hold back. Tight, everything tight,
lifting.
She lifted her feet from Bill's back and dropped her legs,
thighs tightening about his head. As instructed he stopped.
Nika and Sylvie stopped their stroking as Jen tightened her
grasp on their hands. It was instinctual. Their eyes met. Could
she do it?
Time stopped. Everything waiting. Suspense.
Jen was on the edge, holding, barely, her orgasm back.
KA-BOOM!
OOOO-Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! It exploded in her, twisting
her body. The energy escaping, pushing out, vibrating her very being
in sympathy with the thunder's roar.
After shocks ran through her body tossing her head back and forth.
Slowly they subsided and she released her grip on Bill's head. Jen
slowly settled back down and, to her delight, felt two hands softly
petting her, calming her. Ahhh, so nice, so very nice.
Other hands were caressing her legs. Bill had removed the
gloves. So very nice. She shivered, releasing the excess tension.
Mmmmm. So nice. So nice to have friends.
After a few minutes she released the hands of her friends and
they stood and quietly left the room.
"Well, Bill. That was very nice. Thank you."
Bill stood, still blindfolded, with his hard-on in front of
him. "What about me?" he asked.
"Good question." Jen looked at him. It was tempting. "Well,
I've just got to have a quick shower now. But after that, I promise
you, you'll be taken care of."
"Like you promised me you'd not spank me?"
Jen ignored him. "Hmm. We can't just have you wondering
about, here. Let's see. Come up on the bed." Bill obeyed. "Now,
tell me again how to use these straps."
He was blindfolded and his hands were tied to the bedposts.
He was naked, with a raging hard-on which she refused to touch. It
was frustrating.
Her voice startled him, coming as it did from mere inches away
from his ear. "Still think I'm not a woman of my word."
"My bottom's still sore, Jen."
"Wanna know a secret, big boy?"
"What is it?"
"I never laid a hand on it."
Well I'll be damned, he thought. That little vixen. He began
to laugh. "Cute, Jen, very cute. Those hard strokes must have been
Sylvie. I'll remember that. So, I guess I will be taken care of
after all. Be quick, Jen."
He heard the door close and he was alone. To keep himself
amused he thought of how Jen would look in the shower, all soapy and
naked. The soap on those wonderful breasts that he'd stroked and
sucked upon, running down in rivulets through her soft pubic hair
to her pussy, which he'd tasted but not seen. It would be fun to
slip in behind her, in the shower, and to enter her, standing up,
from behind, her leaning up against the wall, the water spraying in
between them, on her back, his front. Him thrusting, her accepting,
moaning, breasts swaying as he thrust hard, deep and fast.
The thunder was fading into the background once more. The
storm was moving away, yet with every roll of thunder he thought
again of her body, excited beyond control, bucking under his
mouth. She was quite something, that Jen, holding back and
allowing the thunder to push her over the edge.
He heard the door open. She was back. "I missed you, Jen,
but my thoughts were with you."
"Shhhh."
Her hands stroked his legs, running from his foot up to his
balls, gently passing over them and back down the other leg to his
foot again. Then she grasped his ankle and pulled. She fastened
a strap to it the moved to the other side of the bed. Now he was
tied, spread-eagled on the bed. Defenseless.
Her nails traced patterns over his chest, down through his
pubic hair, but avoiding his cock. It was exciting. A finger
traced over his lips and he stuck out his tongue to play with it
but it was withdrawn.
"Ohh!" A warm wet mouth had enveloped his cockhead. Hmmmm.
Jen was tonguing him, so wonderfully, sucking on him gently, moving
her head up and down. He began to move his hips, but a warning tap
stopped him. He lay there, relaxing, enjoying her most wonderful
blow job. Hmmmmm. Her one hand cupped his balls, the other around
the base of his cock. If she didn't stop soon he'd come in her
mouth.
Cool air. She'd stopped. What was that? Ah, she was
unwrapping a condom. He felt it being slowly, lovingly rolled on
over his hardness. A hand brushed a stray lock of hair off of his
forehead.
Outside, the rain had stopped. Everything was quiet as he
waited for what he knew was coming.
The bed sagged a bit as Jen got on and straddled him. His
cock was blindly seeking its warm, moist home away from home.
She lowered herself slowly on him. He was at the portals. She
stopped. He groaned. Slowly, oh so slowly she lowered herself
the rest of the way. He heard her gasp as she enveloped him.
They rested, joined together, then she slowly began to rise
and fall on him. Ahh, it felt so good. He began to move to meet
her but, again, was warned by a sharp tap on his flank to desist.
He lay still and let her do the work. Her hands were on his chest,
holding her weight, and he imagined those beautiful breasts,
swaying there, only inches from his chest, the nipples hard buttons
of delight.
She stopped, her hands moved slowly up his torso, up his neck
and across his jaw, up his cheeks until they reached the blindfold.
Her fingers grasped it. He almost wished she'd leave it on. It
was so exciting, being taken like this, relying on his other senses.
The air was marvelously clear after the rain. In the distance
the lightning still flashed and the low rumble of thunder rolled
across the city to their ears. The air smelled of damp earth and
the perfume of flowers. It was beautiful. There was a slight
breeze pushing the warm air around - cool compared to the heat
of the day, but warm nonetheless.
Jen looked at her companions, who returned her gaze, puzzled.
"Why are we waiting here," Nika asked curiously.
Jen turned and looked up to the open second story window above
them.
"You!" The voice was Bill's, filled with surprise. They could
only just hear it. "I thought . . ." A long pause.
"Sylvie," the voice was firm, "put it down. You can't be
serious."
"Sylvie," not so firm now, a hint of desperation creeping in,
"don't do this. You'll be sorry later."
"Sylvie," a touch of panic, words tripping over each other "think
about what you're doing."
"Sylvie!" pure panic. "Sylvie, SYLVIEAAAGHHH!"
"Okay, we can go now." Jen took Tim's arm. Tim had his
other arm about Nika's shoulders. Together they walked down
the street.
"Want to tell us about that, Jen," Tim asked, wondering if
he really wanted to know.
"Soon. I just want to enjoy the memory of it for a bit first,
if you don't mind." Jen replied, smiling, thinking back.
Sylvie had stopped her at the door after Tim and Nika had left,
and given her a friendly kiss on the cheek. 'Remember, Jen,' she
had said. 'I owe you one - a big one. I hope you'll collect.'
It had been a most interesting day. Jen saw again the longing
look in Sylvie's eyes. 'I hope you'll collect.' Maybe I will,
Sylvie, maybe I will.
Jen lay her head against Tim's shoulder and, arm in arm, the
three walked down the street.
End of Strip Chess, by Delta
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