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Pure Strip Poker

By MikeCA (mikeca42@hotmail.com)

@(C) Copyright 1998-9 by MikeCA, all rights reserved, except those 
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Pure Strip Poker

Chapter 2 The First Game - Part 2

Bob looked down and started to gather up all the cards, and then 
shuffled them. My eyes went back and forth between Sharon's firm 
breasts and Kristen's lacy bra. The girls began to ante and I looked 
down to see only one chip. I pushed my last chip into the ante. George 
stood up and removed his undershirt with great flare, and tossed it into 
the bank pile. Sharon handed him five more chips, and he anted one of 
them. I picked up my hand and looked at it. I had an ace, a king, a six, 
a five and a four, an ace high hand. I better find some way to improve 
this hand, or I was in big trouble. I was going to have to take off my 
pants now just to say in the game. With this hand I did not dare drop 
out before the draw.

Since Bob dealt, Sharon was the first to act, and she opened without 
hesitation. George and Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn, 
and he was out of chips. Jim quickly removed his undershirt and 
tossed it towards the bank pile. Sharon handed him 5 chips, and Jim 
tossed one into the pot to see the bet. Betty then saw the bet. Now it 
was my turn. I stood up, unbuckled my pants and slid them down. The 
erection I had gotten from staring at Sharon and Kristen's breasts 
immediately pushed the front of my boxers out. 

"Boy," Mary blurted out. "Larry sure likes what he sees there Sharon 
and Kristen."

"Next time you play strip poker Larry, you might get some jockey 
briefs," giggled Betty next to me.

I stood there struggling to get my pants off my legs. Finally I got them 
free and sat down abruptly, pulling my legs up in front of me to cover 
up my erections. Sharon reached across to give me my five chips, 
giving me a heavenly view of her breasts as she extended her hand 
across the circle, but this had the side effect of making my erection 
even harder. I had to concentrate on the game more and lose this 
erection quick. I tossed in my bet, and Mary and Bob did also.

Everyone took three cards, except for Sharon, who took only two. I 
looked at my three cards. They were a queen, a four and a two. That 
was no help at all. I still just had an ace high hand. I was in big 
trouble 
now. I had only two pieces of clothes left, and it looked like I might 
be sitting there in only my briefs at the end of this hand.

Sharon opened the betting for one chip. George, Kristen, Jim and 
Betty all folded. I had no choice but too fold also, and pray someone 
had a lower hand. Mary and Bob then folded. Obviously, everyone 
was being careful.

Sharon laid down her cards. "Three sixes," she announced. I had 
figured she had three of a kind, because she seemed so sure of her bets 
and she only took two cards. As I lay down my ace high hand I 
searched anxiously for a lower hand. Suddenly, my heart jumped. 
Kristen had an ace, king, jack. I had an ace, king queen. I didn't have 
the low hand, and Kristen was going to lose her bra! 

Kristen was also looking carefully at all the hands. "Mary, I think you 
have the lowest hand," she finally said. I looked down at Mary's hand. 
She had an ace, eight, even lower than Kristen. Mary had only lost her 
shoes, so far, so that was not very promising.

"I guess your right," said Mary. "But both you and Larry almost lost it 
there." Mary stood up and bent down and reached under her full skirt 
to pull down her panty hose. She got a hold of the top of the panty 
hose and pulled them down to her knees, and then sat down to pull 
them the rest of the way off her feet. She reached over and handed 
them to Sharon.

George gathered up the cards, shuffled them and dealt them out again. 
While he did that, I tried to check out how many chips and clothes 
everyone had. George had only his underpants left and he had three 
chips. Jim also had only his underpants left, but he had four chips. 
Kristen had her panties and bra left, plus three chips. I had my boxers 
and undershirt left, plus four chips. Sharon was wearing only her 
panties, but she had a big stack of chips in front of her. Bob, Mary and 
Betty all had big stacks and most of their clothes left. If I could 
avoid 
having the lowest hand, and losing another piece of clothes, then most 
likely either George or Jim would be the big loser, but not before 
Kristen lost her bra.

I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a very poor hand, a 
queen, a nine, an eight, a three and a two. I had to hope for 
improvement in this hand.

Since George had dealt, Kristen was the first to act, and she passed, 
then Jim and Betty. Now it was my turn. I immediately passed without 
looking at my hand again. Mary checked after me and Bob opened for 
one chip. Everyone quickly saw the bet. I discarded three cards and 
waited for George to deal me more cards. 

Finally, Bob got to me and I picked up my three new cards, a seven, a 
three and a two. Now I was in real trouble. I had a queen high hand. 
Unless I was very lucky, I was about to lose my undershirt and be in 
the same state of undress as George and Jim.

Bob had opened the first round, and he passed. Sharon grabbed a chip 
from her pile and tossed it into the pot to open the betting for one 
chip. George, Kristen and Jim all folded. Betty, with an even bigger 
pile of chips than Sharon, grabbed a handful, counted out six. "I see 
your one and raise you five," she said.

Well clearly I folded, and so did Mary. Bob looked at Betty and then 
Sharon, and folded also.

"Ok, Betty, what have you got?" asked Sharon. Betty laid down three 
Jacks. "Well, you got me again, Betty," Sharon said, as dropped a pair 
of kings and a pair of threes on the floor. 

As Betty started to gather in the pot to add it to her already huge pile 
of chips, I nervously looked around for a lower hand than my queen 
high. Kristen had an ace high hand, and was also carefully checking 
the other hands. She spotted my queen high. "Larry, I think you have 
the lowest hand," she said. "Anyone lower than a queen high?" There 
wasn't anyone. I quickly pulled my undershirt off and handed it to 
Betty next to me. 

Now I was in trouble. I was sitting there in only my boxer shorts. I 
had two chips left, which would hold me through the next hand, if I 
didn't bet. After that I was going to have to lose my boxers, just to 
ante. Jim was in the same situation, and George had only one chip left, 
so he was going to have to lose his underpants in the next hand. It was 
some relieve that George would lose his underpants first, but Jim and 
I would be right behind him.

Kristen began to gather up the cards for the next hand. All I could 
think about was I was sitting on the floor in this apartment, in only my 
boxers, with four girls I barely knew. Jim and George were in there 
underpants, Kristen was in her panties and bra, and Sharon was in her 
just her panties, with her round beautiful breast bouncing as she 
shifted her weight. Sharon's breasts were causing me an enormous 
erection, which forced me to pull my legs up in front of me.

I pushed one of my chips into the pot for my ante, and picked up my 
five cards. I had a pair of sixes, and a queen, a nine, and a three. 
This 
was better, but certainly not a winner. Kristen had dealt, so Jim had to 
act first. He looked at his hand for a long time, and finally opened by 
tossing a chip into the pot. Betty saw the bet, and I tossed my last 
chip 
into the pot. Mary, Bob and Sharon saw the bet. Now it was George's 
turn. He had no chips left, and was going to have to take his 
underpants off to stay in this hand. He could fold and delay it for a 
few minutes. George stared at his cards for a long time, and finally 
stood up and looked around. George then tried to pull his jockey 
briefs down and sit down in a single movement, just as Sharon had 
done earlier with her panties. The only problem is that when the briefs 
came off, George's erection popped almost straight out. I heard Betty 
whisper "Oh wow." I looked at Mary. She just stared at George, as he 
wiggled to try to hide his erection between his legs. Based on what 
Charlene had told me, I wondered if Mary had ever seen an erection 
before. 

Sharon finally reached back and handed George four chips, tossing 
the one into the pot. Kristen then tossed one chip into the pot to 
finish 
the first round of betting. Everyone discarded 3 cards, so a pair was 
the best that anyone must have had before the draw. I picked up my 
three new cards. They were a pair of sevens and a ten, so I now had 
two pair, sixes and sevens. Could that be good enough to win the 
hand? It was possible, but I doubted it. Then there was the problem 
that I had no chips left to bet. I would have to give up my boxers to 
find out. Of course, if I folded, I would have to give up my boxers 
right after the hand anyway, so it might not make that much 
difference.

I looked up at Jim. He was the first to act, and he was staring at his 
cards. He didn't have any chips either, so if he was thinking of betting 
he was going to have to lose his briefs now too. Suddenly, Jim stood 
up, whipped his briefs down and sat back down, using his legs to 
cover up his erections. I think everyone but me was studying their 
own cards and was caught completely be surprise when Jim did this. I 
looked at Mary. She seemed confused. I think see had missed her 
chance to get a peek at Jim's equipment.

Sharon looked at Jim. "I take it you want to open," she said. "How 
many you want to bet?"

"Just one," said Jim. Sharon tossed one chip in the pot for Jim and 
handed the other four to Jim.

Betty then folded. Now it was my turn. "Well how about it Larry? Are 
you as bold as Jim?" teased Kristen.

I looked at my two pair. Jim had opened and taken three cards. That 
means he must have had a pair of jacks, queens, kings or aces before 
the draw. He would not be betting his underpants on one of those 
hands. So he must have at least two pair. If one of those pairs was a 
jack, queen, king or ace, he had my two pair beat. "I fold," I finally 
said.

"Ok Larry," said Mary. "We can wait. I fold too."

Bob looked at Jim and saw the bet. Sharon folded, and so did George. 
Kristen immediately saw the bet. "Ok, Jim," she said. "Let's see what 
you got."

"Two pair, queens and tens," Jim said nervously, as he spread his 
cards.

"Sorry, Jim, three kings," said Kristen, but the smile on Kristen's face 
did not indicate she was sorry at all.

"Damn," was all the Jim said, and he began to gather up the cards for 
the next hand.

I decided this was my best chance. The boxers were going to have to 
come off to get chips to say in the game, and it would be best to do it 
now, rather than when everyone was staring at me. I jumped up, 
yanked my boxers down to my knees, and sat back down, folding my 
legs over the top of my erection. 

"Good job, Larry," said Mary, next to me with a big smile on her face. 
I don't think I caught her completely be surprise, and she must have 
gotten a little eyeful.

I finished pulling my boxers off my legs and tossed them onto the 
bank pile. Sharon reached back into the bank box and pulled out five 
chips. She got partially up and leaned across the circle of players to 
hand me the chips. This gave me another good look at her breasts as I 
reached out to accept the chips, and my erection seemed to get even 
bigger pushing up on my legs.

Jim was now dealing out the cards, and everyone tossed their one chip 
ante into the pot. I picked up my cards. This time I had a pair of twos, 
a jack, a six and a four. In most of the hands we had played a pair of 
twos would not have been the lowest, so that was good. Should I risk 
folding and hope someone else would have a lower hand?

Betty passed, I passed, and Mary and Bob passed. Without taking 
another look at her cards, Sharon opened with one chip. She seemed 
very sure of herself. George looked at his cards again and saw the bet. 
Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his 
cards carefully. Obviously, he was thinking about folding. In our 
situation, if you had a good enough hand to be sure you would not be 
lowest, you might be better off to fold. Jim finally decided to bet and 
threw in one chip. Betty quickly bet, and then it was my turn. 

Here was my situation. To not be the first one out, I had to make sure 
Jim or George ran out of chips before I did. If at the end of a hand, I 
had even one chip left and either or both of them had none, then I 
would not have to stand up and let the girls examine my private parts 
for 10 minutes. I could just sit here, covering up like I was now, and 
then put my clothes back on when the 10 minutes was up. At the 
beginning of this hand I was one chip ahead of both Jim and George. 
Both Jim and George now had two chips left, just enough for one 
more hand, if they saw the bet. If I folded right now, and my pair of 
twos was not the lowest hand, then I would have four chips left after 
this hand. If I saw the bet I would have three chips left after this 
hand, 
still one ahead of Jim and George. Was a pair of twos good enough to 
not be the worst hand? 

On the positive side, if I did bet, there always was the chance of 
getting a killer hand and winning my boxers back. Everyone was 
looking at me, so I finally tossed one chip into the pot, since I would 
be one chip up on Jim and George anyway. Mary and Bob quickly 
saw the bet.

I took three cards, but Mary only took one card and both Bob and 
Sharon took two cards. Everyone else took three cards. I picked up a 
pair of queens and an eight. Now I had two pair, queens and twos. 
Definitely, not the lowest hand, but could it be a winner? Possibly, but 
it seem a long shot.

Sharon seemed to like whatever she got in her draw. "I'll open for 
five," she said. "Any of you gentlemen with less than five chips, can 
go all in, and we will divide the pot." 

George immediately folded, looking kind of nervous. Kristen folded. 
Jim looked at his hand, shook his head, and folded. Betty folded, and 
then it was my turn.

Sharon was much too sure of herself. She had only taken two cards, so 
she may have had three of a kind or a pair with an ace kicker. She was 
happy with her draw too. So she might have a full house or at least 
two pair, with one of them being an ace. In any event, I felt like she 
had my two pair, queens and twos, beaten, so I folded.

Mary and Bob folded too. "Ok, show us what you had," said Jim.

Sharon smiled, and laid down four aces. Two or three players howled 
in protest almost simultaneously. Everyone spread their cards on the 
carpet and looked around to see who had the lowest hand. I wasn't 
worried with two pair, but I checked out Jim and George. Jim had two 
pair, queens and fours, but George only had a King high. Could that 
be the low hand? Then I saw Mary only had a ten high hand. She had 
only taken one card. It looked like she had been trying to draw to a 
straight, and had not made it. Drawing to a straight or flush was a big 
risk in this game, but Mary had lots of clothes left, so she had taken 
the chance, and lost.

Mary stood up and started to pull her blouse out of her shirt to take it 
off. "Actually, Mary, you have my shoes from the first hand. You 
could give them back to me instead of your blouse. Unless, of course, 
you would rather give me your blouse," said Sharon.

Mary looked down behind her at Sharon's shoes. "Ok, I'll give you 
back your shoes," said Mary.

"Not that they will do me any good," continued Sharon to no one in 
particular. "Since Betty had my bra, and I've been sitting here topless 
practically the whole game." Sharon sat up straight, pushed her chest 
out, wiggled her breast back and fourth a few times. "Have you 
enjoyed these boys? Get a good look at them. I think we are going to 
get a real good look at your equipment after this hand."

Betty began to gather up the cards for the next hand. As she shuffled 
the cards I stared at Sharon's round breasts, but my mind was turning 
over what the best strategy would be for this next hand. If one or both 
of Jim and George went all in on this hand, then I should just fold 
after the draw, and keep my one chip, thus barely escaping being the 
big loser. But if both Jim and George folded before the draw, I would 
have to consider doing the same. I tossed one of my three remaining 
chips into the pot and picked up my cards. I had an ace, a queen, a 
four, a three and a two. If I just folded, there was a good chance this 
would not be the lowest hand, but could I take that chance. Since 
Betty had dealt, I had to act first. I just passed. 

"I'll open for one," Mary said. This was good, now George and Jim 
had to decide what they were doing before I did.

Bob and Sharon quickly saw the bet. George put his cards down on 
the floor and tossed his last chip into the pot. "I'm all in," he 
announced.

George had not spent much time thinking about it, so either he had a 
very poor hand, or it had not occurred to him that he could fold in this 
case.

Kristen saw the bet, and then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his 
cards carefully. He was obviously thinking about folding. Finally he 
looked up. "Oh well," he said. "This is what you girls are waiting for. 
I'm all in too." He tossed his last chip into the pot.

Betty saw the bet, and then it was my turn. Both Jim and George were 
all in already, so even if one of them won the hand, the game would 
be over this hand. The most important thing now was to make sure I 
did not have the lowest hand, so I saw the bet.

Everyone took three cards. I picked up my new cards. They were a 
pair of jacks and an ace. This was now my best hand of the night. I 
had two pair, aces and jacks. This could be a good enough hand to 
win, but then again, it might not be.

Mary, who still had a little pile of chips in front of her, studied her 
cards for a long time, and finally opened the betting with one chip. 
Bob and Sharon quickly folded. George was, of course all in, so 
Sharon reached out and divided the pot, putting Mary's second round 
opening bet in a separate pile. Kristen then folded. Jim was all in. 
Betty also folded, making it my turn. 

The safe thing to do was too fold. Jim or George, and probably both, 
would be out of the game after this hand. If I just folded, I would have 
one chip left, and I would have escaped the embarrassment of 
standing up completely naked in front of these girls. On the other 
hand, from the vibes I was getting from Mary, I thought I probably 
had her hand beat. Before the draw, Mary must have had a high pair, 
jacks, queens, kings, or aces, since she discarded three cards. If she 
had gotten three of a kind, I thought she would have bet more than 
one, probably five chips given the stack she still had in front of her. 
If 
I was right and the more I thought about it the more sure I became that 
I was, I could buy back my boxers from the bank. This would allow 
me to cover up for the ten-minute show off period  

Then a thought occurred to me. What did George and Jim have? I did 
not have any read on what they had. What if one of them beat both 
Mary and I. Of course the pot had been split. If I bet my last chip and 
George or Jim won the hand, the side pot would still go to either Mary 
or myself depending. If I won the side pot, I would still have chips, 
and I felt sure I had Mary beat. Everyone was looking at me, so I 
picked up my last chip and tossed it into the side pot. "I see the bet," 
I 
said.

Mary looked very surprised. "Come on Mary. It looks we with have a 
three man show tonight," bubbled Kristen. 

It was beginning to sink in what I had just done. Why was I so stupid 
as to risk standing naked in front of four girls on my hunch that I had 
Mary beat? Why couldn't I have just played it safe, and folded?

"Well, I don't know Kristen," Mary said, as she spread out her cards. 
"I only have a pair of Kings. What do you have Larry?"

A pair of Kings! That was even worse than I had expected. I laid 
down my cards. "Two pair, aces and jacks," I said, with a big smile on 
my face. "What about Jim and George. What do you have?"

"Not much," Jim said. Apparently he could not beat me. George just 
tossed down his cards and did not say anything. I looked at Jim's 
hand. It was a king high. George had a queen high. Well, I should not 
have wasted my time worrying about their hands. Everyone else put 
down their cards, and we looked for the low hand. It was George, with 
his queen high. He was already out of the game, so he could not give 
me anything for winning the bet. 

"Do you want to buy back your underpants, Larry," asked Mary. 

"Sure, of course," I replied. Mary gathered up 7 chips and handed 
them to Sharon, then got up and grabbed my boxers from the bank 
pile and handed them to me. This was very nice of her, since I had a 
little problem getting up to get them without showing off as much as 
Jim and George were shortly going to have to do. I slipped the boxers 
up over my knee, and slid them on without getting up. 

Now I felt a little better. I was still sitting in my boxer shorts in a 
room with four girls I barely knew, in various stages of undress. All 
the tension of the last hand and relief over the game being over had 
caused me to forget about Sharon's breasts, which were still on 
display over in the kitchenette were Sharon had gone to look for a 
timer. My erection had subsided considerably, and I was wondering if 
I could standup now without something popping out of my boxers. I 
decided to chance it, and got up to stretch my legs. 

Kristen and Betty were moving some furniture, apparently to get some 
chairs we could sit in for Jim and George's show. Except for a small 
stroke of luck, it could have been the Jim, George and Larry show. I 
walked over towards the kitchenette and the bathroom. I needed to go 
to the bathroom, but the door was closed. Somebody was already 
using it. I waited for it to be free. I looked back and saw Jim and 
George still sitting on the floor looking at each other and the rest of 
us, wondering what was going to happen next.

Finally, Bob came out of the bathroom, which gave me my chance. 
After relieving myself I had completely lost my erection, and I felt 
safe walking around in my boxers. I just had to avoid looking at 
Sharon's bare breast.

"Ok, now listen up," said Sharon. "Jim and George are now going to 
provide our entertainment. Come on. Don't be shy. Come and stand 
here in the middle of the room, so we can get a good look at you."  
Jim and George looked at each other and then slowly stood up. They 
had not gotten their erections under control, and the girls started 
yelling and making catcalls when Jim and George stood up. 

"Come on over here where we can get a better look at you," said 
Sharon. Jim and George slowly walked over towards the middle of the 
room, their erections bouncing up and down with every step they 
took. I looked at Mary face. She loved this. There was a big smile on 
her face, and she could not take her eyes off from Jim and George. 
Mary got up and walked over closer to Jim. She looked down and 
examined Jim very closely. Then she went over to George for a close 
look also. Betty got up and joined Mary for a close up inspection. 
Then Sharon and Kristen when over to get a closer look.

"Can you guys dance?" asked Sharon. Kristen went over to turn up 
the music.

The answer was Jim and George could not dance, at least not buck 
naked in front of four girls. They wiggled around and looked silly. 
The girls were giggling and Betty got out a dollar bill to wave at Jim. 
Jim, however, was not interested in a dollar at this point. Kristen then 
suggested that George should get her a soda and glass from the 
refrigerator. George compiled, and came back and handed Kristen her 
soda and a glass. This gave Kristen the opportunity to check out Jim's 
manhood very carefully. 

Mercifully the kitchen timer finally went off signaling the end of Jim 
and George's ordeal. They both immediately ran to find their 
underpants. I was just starting to gather up my clothes, when I noticed 
that Jim and George were dressed and pulling on their shoes. They 
both left without saying anything to anyone. Jim had come with Betty, 
but apparently he was not going to wait for her to leave.

I pulled my pants on and looked around for Mary. She was getting 
into her panty hose. I pulled on my shirt and undershirt. I spotted my 
shoes, but had to look around for my socks. Mary came up behind me. 
"Ready to go?" she asked.

"As soon as I find my socks...oh there they are over there," I replied.

I pulled on my socks and shoes. Then Mary and I said good bye to the 
others and we started back towards the campus.

"That was a very gusty move, betting everything on that last hand," 
said Mary. "I don't think I would have had the courage to do that."

"I am still not sure why I did it," I replied. "I thought I had you 
beat, 
but still, I could've just played it safe. I could've just sat nude in 
the 
corner while Jim and George tried to dance for you girls, but I wanted 
my shorts back and something inside told me I had you beat and to 
just go for it".

"And go for it you did," said Mary. "Did you enjoy the game, Larry?"

"Well, I kind of wish I had more clothes on there at the end," I said.

"Well, you did get to see a lot of Sharon," Mary said, "and Kristen 
was in her underwear for a long time." 

"Yeah, that was ok," I said. "It's just that I expected to do better 
than 
what I did."

"You just didn't get very good cards tonight," Mary said. "From what 
I could see, you played very well given the cards that you were 
getting. Luck is a big factor in poker. Given that you only have 30 
chips to lose for all your clothes, luck will be a big factor in strip 
poker. The way most kids play it, luck is the only factor. We wanted 
to bring some regular poker skill back into the game to make it more 
interesting, but still luck is an important factor. Maybe next game you 
will be more lucky."

"Next game?" I said in surprise. I hadn't recovered from this game, 
and Mary was already talking about another game. "I don't know. I'm 
not sure Sharon and Kristen are going to be all that excited after this 
game."

"Oh, Sharon and Kristen understood the risks in playing strip poker," 
replied Mary. "When you play strip poker, somebody is going to get 
stripped. No mater how skillful a player you are, it can be you. 
Besides, if none of the girls had shown anything, we would probably 
have to find all new guys for the next game. Sharon gave you a little 
sample of what you might see next game. Chances are a girl will be 
the big loser next game, and then you can get a real good look at 
somebody."

"Well, you got a pretty good look at me there," I said.

Mary giggled and smiled. "I got a peek at you. I got a good look at 
Jim and George."

I stared back at Mary, as we walked along, not quite able to believe 
her attitude. "What about Jim and George?" I asked. "I don't think 
they are going to want to play again, and if they do, they are going to 
be out for revenge."

"I don't know," replied Marry. "Maybe Jim and George will chicken 
out, maybe they will come back for revenge. If they chicken out, then 
Kristen and Betty will have to find someone else, or maybe Kristen 
and Betty will just decide to invite someone else for the next game, 
even if Jim and George want to come back for their revenge."

"How about you Larry?" Mary continued. "Are you up for another 
game?"

Did Mary like me, or did see just think I was a safe person to bring to 
a strip poker game, or maybe just a fun person to play strip poker 
against? I was just a scrawny, nerdy looking college freshman, so it 
wasn't my fantastic body that made me her strip poker partner of 
choice, but I couldn't tell what had. 

"I guess so," I replied. 

Mary smiled. "Good," she said. "I will let you know if we get another 
game organized."

Continued in Chapter 3 Part 1




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