Birthday Treat (Strip poker between friends)

Two girls and one guy play a game of strip poker on his birthday - sounds fun!

A short story of eroticism involving best friends. But how far will they go?

Mildly erotic (with illustrations)

Being a straight single male with a lesbian best friend has both advantages and disadvantages - especially when the girl in question is rather gorgeous. An obvious advantage is having a ‘date’ to go out with when otherwise you’d be single and alone. And when you are out, you are confident that if another chap hits on ‘your girl’ she is not going to succumb to his advances. Similarly, she is not going to go after another fella. Of course, it could be a different story if it’s another girl that makes advances! The obvious disadvantage is that, however much you want the relationship to be more than just platonic, you know that can never be.

So it was with me and Ophelia. Now I should explain, Ophelia sounds a very feminine name, so my friend preferred to be called ‘Philly’ or, more commonly ‘Phil’. Although she was a very cute, attractive girl, she was also quite Tom-boyish, so Phil suited her better than the girly full version of her name. Having said that she was 'boyish', she wasn't overtly masculine. She was about 5’ 4” tall, and slim, with attentive grey-blue eyes. She preferred to wear her blond hair short, usually swept back, and she never over-did the make-up. To be fair, she didn’t need to – she had a natural beauty, and a captivating smile. She rarely wore a skirt or dress, favouring tight-fitting jeans most of the time; these suited her because they emphasised her cute bottom. If the occasion warranted dressing up, she might accede to more formal trousers or even a trouser suit. She never dressed to accentuate her curves; she only had small breasts and didn’t do anything to make them look bigger. She was quite shy – reserved even - but had a keen sense of humour: her smile was infectious. I’d known Ophelia – sorry, Phil - since she was a teenager, and she was in her late twenties now; although with her smooth skin, freckles and youthful outlook, she could pass for much younger. I’d like to think we knew each other inside out. Indeed, I often knew what she was thinking and how she was feeling.

Another advantage was that when Phil was in a relationship, I often got to go out with two girls for the price of one: 'Buy one, get one free' as Phil often teased me. Phil’s taste in girls was similar to mine. She liked good-looking, feminine girls. Neither of us understood why many lesbians chose to go out with butch, masculine girls. As Phil said, ‘you might as well go out with a chap.’

Phil’s current girlfriend was Kirsty. They’d been going steady for a couple of years now, so I’d got to know Kirsty quite well. She was slightly younger than Phil, the same height, well-toned but more feminine. She was a very attractive girl with dimpled cheeks, a mischievous smile and deep blue eyes. She too had blond hair, but she wore it longer – shoulder length - often in a ponytail. She was more likely to accentuate her body, particularly her breasts, which were much fuller than Phil’s. And though she preferred jeans, she wasn’t averse to wearing a dress or skirt – usually a short one to show off her legs. She was cheeky and, despite being younger, she was more confident, outgoing and braver than Phil. Together they brought out the best in each other. I thought Kirsty was good for Phil. Kirsty knew that I loved Phil, and had the hots for both of them. She didn't seem to mind.

We often went out as a threesome, and I always got jealous looks from other guys that saw us together. If only they knew that I was the one not in a relationship, sometimes quite literally the 'spare prick at a wedding'. I was always more of a chaperone than anything romantic.

The night in question was my birthday. I should probably declare at this point that I am somewhat older than the girls. It happened to be a Tuesday; we’d all managed to get the following day off and arranged a sleep-over at Phil’s. The girls had organised to take me out to dinner as a treat. Usually when we went out I was the designated driver, but tonight they had gone to the trouble of ordering a taxi to take us.

“We’ll all be able to have a drink tonight to celebrate.” Kirsty had said.

In fairness, none of us were heavy drinkers, but all the same it was better to be safe than sorry. And it didn’t hurt to let your hair down occasionally, especially when none of us were working the following day.

They had booked a table at one of our favourite local pub-restaurants, just a ten-minute taxi ride from Phil’s place. It wasn’t in the least bit formal or pretentious, so casual dress was in order, which suited all of us. Phil and I wore jeans. I teamed my black jeans with a smart dark blue polo top and Phil matched her faded blue ones with a pink cashmere sweater. Kirsty had put on a very short denim skirt partnered with a cerise silk blouse undone at the neckline to show a hint of cleavage. She’d gathered her blond locks up in a ponytail secured with a pink scrunchie. I must admit both girls looked absolutely stunning, although obviously I’m biased!

“I put this on especially for you.” Kirsty giggled, indicating the shortness of her skirt, although I didn’t know if the remark was aimed at me or Phil.

As we climbed into the taxi, I inadvertently got a quick glimpse up Kirsty’s mini skirt and saw she was wearing pink panties. Phil and I glanced at each other: she’d seen what I’d seen. I blushed guiltily, but she just smiled. I sat in the middle of the back seat: a thorn between two roses. The cab driver must have thought I was one lucky chap: indeed, I was.

When we arrived at the pub, Kirsty got out the cab first and I got to see another surreptitious flash of her pink panties again. This was turning into quite a birthday treat! Phil gave me another knowing look and playfully dug me in the ribs.

Once inside and seated we ordered our food, an easy process as we’d eaten here regularly and knew what we liked. We got some mojitos to drink whilst we waited. We sat at a cosy table initially set out for four, with a candle flickering romantically in the centre. The two girls sat on a bench seat with their backs to a wall; I sat facing them, the flaming candle lighting up their striking features. We’d decided on a main course followed by dessert. When the food arrived, I ordered a bottle of rosé wine to accompany it. By the time we’d finished our main course the rosé had gone so I ordered another bottle. This was quite a departure for us, as one bottle usually sufficed between the three of us. As the drink took effect, the conversation got more animated, and the girls got gigglier.

“I hope you’re enjoying your birthday?” Phil asked.

“I couldn’t wish for anything more than spending time with my two favourite, gorgeous girls.” I replied, and that was the honest truth.

At one point Kirsty got up and left us to go to the ladies. I was left on my own with Phil.

“I hope you weren’t trying to look up my girlfriend’s skirt?” Phil asked jokingly.

“As if I would!” I replied, “But it is what blokes would call a ‘greyhound skirt’.” I added.

“Greyhound?” Phil questioned, unfamiliar with the term.

“Yes greyhound – only inches from the hare.” I explained.

Phil nearly choked on her drink; we were still giggling when Kirsty returned.

As she sat down, she asked. “What are you two laughing at?”

“Nothing.” we both said in unison, and smiled at each other guiltily.

I noticed that Kirsty had undone another button on her blouse so that more of her ample cleavage was visible and a hint of black bra.

“Getting warm?” I said, hinting with my eyes that I’d noticed she’d undone her blouse.

“I think it may be the drink.” she chuckled.

“In that case you best have some more.” I said, and topped her glass up.

"Naughty!" she chuckled, but didn't refuse it, "I may have to undo another button!" she giggled.

It was my time to make my excuses now. I left the two girls chatting to each other whilst I went to the gents. On the way past the bar, I stopped off and ordered a bottle of bubbly. By the time I’d got back to the girls, the bubbly had arrived, and the waiter was pouring it into glasses.

“You’ll get us tipsy.” Phil said, her voice already a bit slurred.

“Perhaps that’s his plan.” Kirsty added with a wink, “I’m already a bit squiffy.” she continued.

“What did you two talk about whilst I was gone?” I asked, attempting to change the subject.

“I was telling Kirsty that you’d been trying to look up her skirt.” Phil said mischievously.

 

“Did you see what you wanted to see?” Kirsty asked playfully.

 

I didn’t reply. Instead I just blushed profusely; I could feel my face reddening. The girls knew that I got embarrassed easily, and they regularly played on my awkwardness, seeking to make me feel uncomfortable. The girls talking this way was also having an effect elsewhere: I could feel my member stiffening.

 

“He’s blushing because he got caught.” Phil giggled.

 

“Naughty!” Kirsty admonished me, but in a light-hearted way, “They’re pink by-the-way.” she added roguishly.

 

“I think he might have seen.” Phil joked, “I certainly did!”

 

“Okay, let’s not talk about my underwear.” Kirsty said, starting to sound somewhat self-conscious, “We were wondering what you want to do next?” After all it is your birthday treat, so you should decide.” she continued, moving the conversation on.

I looked at my watch, it was nearly ten. None of us were great ones for nightclubs; anyway, we were all wearing denim and unlikely to get in anywhere, even on a Tuesday.

“It’s too early to call it a night.” I said, not wanting the evening to finish.

“We could go to the club?” Phil suggested.

The club in question was a slightly sleazy games hall with snooker and pool tables. Phil was a member there, mainly for the arcade games and fruit machines, but more specifically because it had cute waitresses. It operated a one guest per member limit.

“I’m sure they’ll let me take two guests in on a Tuesday – it’s bound to be quiet.” she added.

To be fair, I didn’t really want to share my companions with a load of blokes in a seedy club. Although the thought of Kirsty playing pool in her short skirt did have its attraction.

“Let’s finish off the bubbly whilst I think.” I said.

The drink was making me brave now, and I hoped it was having the same impact on my companions. The girls talking about Kirsty’s undies had given me an idea. I knew what I’d like to do, but I wasn’t sure how to suggest it, or how it would go down with my friends. I waited until we were all about halfway down our drinks before I made my suggestion.

“I don’t really fancy going on anywhere.” I said, “How about we go back to Phil’s and have some more drinks there? We could always play a game of something?” I added, casually.

“What sort of game?” Phil asked.

“I’ve had too much to drink for anything too complicated.” I said, “So something simple, maybe cards of some sort?” I continued innocently, trying not to arouse suspicion of where my mind was taking me.

“I only know poker, and I’m not very good at that.” Phil said.

“That doesn’t sound a very exciting way to spend your birthday.” Kirsty added, somewhat deflated.

“We could liven things up a bit.” I said, “How about strip poker?” I continued, and felt my face flush as I said it.

“No way!” Phil exclaimed, "I'm not stripping."

“I don’t know, it sounds like it may be fun.” Kirsty said, "Strip poker between friends shouldn't be too embarrassing."

“It was only a suggestion.” I said, resignedly.

“We did say he could choose.” Kirsty said to Phil.

“It is my birthday.” I emphasised hopefully. It seemed I’d won Kirsty over but still had to convince Phil. This was to be expected, Phil was rather shy.

“Come on Phil. Be brave for once.” Kirsty encouraged, seeming quite keen now. “We did promise him a treat for his birthday.” she continued.

“Oh, alright then.” Phil said hesitantly. “But I’m not taking too much off.” she added defiantly.

We finished our drinks, and I quickly asked for the bill, determined to leave as soon as possible before the girls, especially Phil, changed their minds. The girls insisted on paying for the dinner and wine; I reluctantly agreed as long as they let me chip in for the mojitos and bubbly.

The ten-minute taxi ride back to Phil’s seemed to take ages. Phil had sat in the middle this time, I guessed purposefully to separate Kirsty and me. My heart was pounding with anticipation and excitement; if Phil’s was beating as fast, I guess it was rather with nervous apprehension. I was still expecting them to back out once we got home.

When we got back, the first thing I noticed was that thankfully Phil had left the central heating on and the house was cosily warm. Still, I didn’t want the girls to use cold as an excuse for not taking their clothes off, so I surreptitiously turned the heating up a couple of degrees. I quickly set the girls some tasks so they didn’t have time to reconsider.

“Phil, you find the cards. I’ll set the table up and Kirsty you can get some more drinks.” I instructed, “And don’t be slipping on more clothes!” I added.

“Damn!” Phil exclaimed. Without thinking she had taken her boots off when she came inside. “Can I put my boots back on?” she pleaded.

I looked down at her odd socks – one pink, one blue and smiled, “Go on then. I’m feeling generous.”

Phil rushed back into the hallway and when she returned, she’d put her boots back on. I couldn’t believe it, she seemed she was really going to do this.

When we gathered back in the lounge, I’d arranged the table so that I sat on one side with the girls facing each other either side of me. I figured this would give me the best view if they had to take anything off. Kirsty had filled up three large glasses with white wine.

“I thought we may need some Dutch courage.” Kirsty laughed, taking the seat to my left. Phil sat down to my right and took a sip of drink.

“I can’t believe you talked me into doing this.” Phil said bashfully. “Do we really have to strip?” she asked nervously.

“Only if you lose.” I reassured her.

“I don’t suppose we’ll have to take much off.” Kirsty added, “It’ll be fun.”

I took the cards from her and shuffled the pack. As I shuffled, I explained the rules:

“I suggest we keep it simple. We’ll each be dealt five cards." I explained, "You can look at them and swap up to four of them from the pack. We’ll then show our hands and the one with the lowest hand will have to take something off. You both know the ranking of the hands don’t you? Royal Flush, Straight Flush, Four of a Kind etc.”

Kirsty looked slightly perplexed. Phil chipped in, “There’s a reminder list included with the cards.”

“I’ll probably need that.” Kirsty said. “I’m fairly new to this. If I’m not careful I’ll end up naked!” she added, not sounding too concerned.

Phil placed the list on the table so that both girls could see it.

“Now remember, it’s not necessarily about winning the hand, it’s about not losing. Only the loser takes something off.” I reminded them, “And when it comes to stripping, jewellery and watches etc don’t count.” I said.

The girls muttered their disappointment.

“Shouldn’t we make sure we all start with the same number of clothes on?” Kirsty asked, “It’s not fair, you’ve both got belts on and I haven’t.” she observed.

Phil had an add up. “Now I’ve put my boots back on, I’ve got nine items on.” she declared.

I worked out I had eight. Kirsty worked out she had eight too.

“Phil, you could take something off before we start.” I suggested hopefully.

Phil was reluctant to take anything off, so asked Kirsty if her eight items included her scrunchie.

“I’d forgotten about that.” Kirsty smiled apologetically. “If I count that I’ve got nine too.”

“So it’s only me with eight?” I confirmed.

“Seems fair.” the girls giggled.

“It’s my birthday, really you should be giving me a head start not the other way round.” I countered.

The girls didn’t like that suggestion. Phil left the table and came back with a baseball cap.

“Put this on, then we’re all equal.” she said, handing me the cap. Not wishing to push it any further, I put the cap on.

“We’ll have rounds of three, each taking turns to deal. The only time you can back out is at the end of a round, agreed?” I said.

“Sounds fair to me, but I won’t be backing out.” Kirsty said confidently, "I hope you're ready to get naked?" she said, aiming the question to me.

"Agreed?" I repeated to Phil.

“Agreed.’ Phil said hesitantly, “Although I may back out at the end of a round if I think it’s going too far.” she added.

“That’s fine if you promise not to quit before a round finishes?” I said.

“I promise.’ Phil said, not appreciating the potential consequences of her pledge. I handed the cards to Phil.

“As you’re our host, you can deal first.” I said.

Phil took the cards and then swallowed another gulp of wine. She shuffled the cards some more then kissed them for luck.

“Well here goes” she said, I noted apprehension in her voice, if not outright fear.

Once she’d dealt five cards to each of us, we picked up our hands. I’d got just a Queen high so drew four cards. Kirsty looked a bit baffled but drew two cards; finally, Phil drew three. I was the first one to reveal my hand and hadn’t improved on my Queen high. Kirsty revealed a pair of nines and Phil revealed a pair of eights. When they’d figured out I’d lost they both shouted in unison at me: “Strip!”. I obliged by taking off the cap I’d only just put on.

“That didn’t last long.” I laughed.

It was my time to deal. I quickly shuffled the cards and dealt them out. Kirsty frowned and asked to draw three; Phil drew three too, suggesting they’d both got pairs. I’d only got a Jack high so I drew four new cards and trusted to luck. Fortunately, I drew a pair of eights, so I was back in with a chance. Kirsty revealed a pair of tens, so I was now reliant on Phil having a lower pair than my eights. She turned over her cards to reveal a pair of fives. When I laid down my eights, she said ‘Damn!’ and reluctantly took off one of her pixie boots.

“Good job you put your boots back on Phil.” I said, by way of softening the blow.

Kirsty dealt next and I was fortunate to be given a Full-House - Nines over Queens. Phil drew three and could barely contain her excitement at her hand. When it came to my turn to draw and I didn’t take any, the girls looked at me suspiciously. Kirsty drew four, suggesting she’d got nothing, at least to start with. Phil excitedly revealed two pairs – fives and threes; I revealed my Full-House – to the girl’s disappointment - and then Kirsty also revealed two pairs – Aces and eights. Kirsty was quite smug, “I think my pair is bigger than your pair Phil?” she said, with a wink.

Missing the double-entendre, Phil sounded exasperated, “I don’t believe it!”

“I guess your other boot has to come off?” I said, “Don’t be embarrassed that you’ve got odd socks on, we know you have.” I added. Phil reluctantly took her other boot off.

As it was the end of the first round, I quickly checked that they were happy to continue.

“Now is the time to back out if you’re not happy, otherwise you’ve got to play another three hands.” I said.

The girls, quite giggly by now, both said they were happy to carry on. It was back to Phil’s turn to deal, and as previously, she dealt me a rotten hand. I kept an Ace and drew four cards, but still only ended up with Ace high. Kirsty drew four too so there was hope she didn’t have much either. Phil drew three and looked a bit smug. I revealed my Ace high, and Kirsty quickly laid down her cards to reveal a pair of Kings.

“Beat you!” Kirsty exclaimed excitedly.

“I’ve beaten you too!” Phil joined in, revealing she’d got two pairs.

“Some friend you are Phil.” I said, “That’s twice you’ve dealt me a losing hand.”

“You’re gonna get naked! Phil sang.

I took off one of my trainers.

“Is that it?” Phil said, disappointed.

I dealt next. Kirsty and Phil both drew three, suggesting they both had pairs. I held a pair of Jacks, so I drew three too and felt fairly confident, although the draw didn’t improve my hand. Kirsty turned her cards over in a flourish to reveal two pairs. Phil ‘out-flourished’ her, excitedly revealing three of a kind. When I revealed my pair both girls shouted excitedly ‘Yes!’. Without prompting I took off my other trainer.

Kirsty’s time to deal again and Phil drew three new cards. I had been dealt three Queens so I drew two cards and was confident I wouldn’t be losing this time. Kirsty drew three cards. When it came to the reveal, Phil had a pair of Kings, I had my three Queens and Kirsty two pairs.

“Not me again?” Phil said despairingly. “Shall I take my blue sock off or my pink one?” We agreed that she should remove the blue one.

So, two rounds in and things weren’t going as well as I’d hoped. Disappointingly, Kirsty hadn’t lost anything yet; she put it down to beginner’s luck. I was worried that if Phil lost too many times, she may run scared and back out. I also contemplated the fact that I could actually lose and end up stripped without seeing anything of the girls – that would be an unsatisfactory end to my birthday! I just hoped Kirsty’s luck wouldn’t continue.

“Happy to continue?” I asked, hopefully.

Again, the girls agreed to carry on. Kirsty took the opportunity to top our glasses up, noting that it was rather hot in here.

“That’s because you’ve still got all your clothes on.” I said, not hiding my disappointment.

“And I intend to keep it that way.” Kirsty said.

“Spoil sport.” I said.

"Ahem! That's my girlfriend you're talking to." Phil reminded me.

Phil gathered up the cards and shuffled them.

“About time you gave me a good hand.” I said as she dealt. I picked up the cards and was pleased to see I had a pair of Kings. “That’s better.” I said.

Both Phil and Kirsty groaned. I drew three cards and ended up with two pairs: Kings and Queens.

“Better still.” I said, and they both moaned again.

Both girls drew three cards each. I revealed my two pairs feeling confident. Kirsty showed two Nines and Phil two Threes.

“Not me again!” Phil exclaimed.

“I’m afraid so Phil. Pink sock this time?” I questioned.

“I guess so.” she said grudgingly and removed her other sock.

My turn to deal again. I dealt myself a pair of Twos which didn’t fill me with confidence. Kirsty drew four which gave me some hope. But Phil only drew one, and looked smug into the bargain. I drew three but didn’t improve my hand. Kirsty revealed a pair of Nines and Phil could barely wait to show us her two pairs. My pair of Twos was the worst hand. I took off one of my socks as the girls gloated.

It was now Kirsty’s time to deal. I was desperate for her to lose a hand, and so I think was Phil. She gave me a pair of Sixes which was neither one thing nor the other. Phil drew four cards which gave me mixed feelings: I didn’t really want her to lose again – just yet! But the smile on Phil’s face suggested she had drawn something good. I drew three cards and fortunately drew another Six making three of a kind. That gave me more optimism. Kirsty drew three. Phil turned over her cards to reveal two pairs: Kings and Queens. When I showed my three Sixes, Phil quickly checked the ‘cheat sheet’.

“Three of a kind beats two pairs.” I confirmed.

Phil looked disappointed. As it turned out it didn’t matter. Kirsty only had a pair of Tens.

“Yes!” Phil and I both screamed. “About time.”

I was really hoping that Kirsty would struggle to get her boot off and maybe in the process give me another glimpse up her mini skirt. But she just kicked her boot off under the table, much to my disappointment.

“All Okay to carry on?” I asked.

“Crack on. No-one's shown anything yet.” Kirsty said, sounding disappointed.

As Phil shuffled the cards ready to deal again, I topped all our glasses up. It was getting close to the stage where two of us least could be taking off more significant clothing. I hoped the drink would make it easier – for both of us! As well as reducing the girl’s inhibitions, I also hoped it may affect their judgement with the cards too. I was certainly feeling a bit tipsy, so I was sure the girls must be as well. Almost to prove my point, Phil spilled the cards and had to gather them up before she could deal. ‘Oops.’ she said giggling. I joined her under the table picking up loose cards. I’m sure we both took the opportunity to look up Kirsty’s skirt, but unfortunately she was sitting with her legs tight together so we couldn’t see anything. We both looked at each other knowingly, disappointed.

Phil dealt. I held a pair of Aces so drew three but didn’t improve my hand. Kirsty and Phil drew four each: I was hopeful. I declared my pair of Aces. Kirsty had a pair of Jacks and Phil just an Ace high.

“Me again! she gasped, “Can I take off my belt separately?” she asked nervously.

“Of course.” I replied. It wasn’t through generosity. I’d got a belt on too and was intending to do the same.

Phil unbuckled her belt and stood up to slide it out of her jeans. When it was completely out, her jeans sagged at the waist slightly to reveal the red string of a thong. If that’s all Phil was wearing underneath, I desperately needed to get her jeans off! Kirsty obviously noticed too, because she exclaimed ‘Phil!’ shocked to see how tiny her partner’s panties were.

“Now you know why I was hesitant to play.” Phil explained, obviously both embarrassed and discomforted that she was only wearing little knickers.

Phil was only wearing a tiny red thong.

I dealt next. I gave myself a rubbish hand – just Queen high. I drew a pair of Sixes but still wasn’t overly confident. Both girls drew three. Kirsty had a pair of Queens and Phil had a pair of Sevens – just beating my Sixes. Without comment I took off my other sock.

Kirsty dealt next. Phil drew three and seemed quietly confident. I had a pair of Fives so drew three as well. Kirsty, looking less confident, also drew three. Phil turned over a pair of Aces and visibly sighed with relief as I revealed my pair of my Fives. Kirsty completed my misery by showing a pair of Sevens.

“OK to take my belt off too?” I asked, knowing they couldn’t really refuse.

“I guess so.” Kirsty replied, sounding a tad disappointed. Fortunately my jeans were a bit tighter than Phil’s had proved to be and didn’t sink to expose my boxers.

I didn’t get chance to ask them if they wanted to carry on at the start of the next round. Phil had quickly gathered up the cards. I think they’d realised I was now down to just three items: by the end of this round, I could be completely naked. The most disappointing part was, that apart from a tantilising glimpse of Phil’s red thong, I’d not seen anything yet. And the hand dealt me by Phil wasn’t promising. I had only an Ace high; my draw of four cards didn’t improve matters. Kirsty drew four as well and so did Phil. Just maybe we’d all got bad hands. I disclosed my Ace high. Kirsty had a pair of Threes and Phil had an Ace high too. Phil’s second highest card was a King whereas mine was only a Jack – I’d lost! I lifted my blue polo shirt over my head and bared my chest. Although I wasn’t blessed with a six-pack, I kept myself trim. The girls cooed mockingly. Just two items left! The girls were grinning a lot more than they ought to be.

I picked up the cards, resigned to the fact that the girls were probably going to see a lot more of me than I was of them. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Rather despondent, I dealt hesitantly.

“Come on speed up, we want you to get your jeans off!” Kirsty taunted me.

I finished dealing and slowly picked up my cards fearing the worst. Relieved, I saw I had a pair of Aces. Even better I drew three cards and added a pair of Sevens. Both girls drew four. I was delighted when Kirsty turned over a pair of Sevens – I wouldn’t be losing my jeans this round. However, Phil only had an Ace high. I’d gotten so engrossed in my own plight I’d forgotten Phil was not that far behind me. To be fair, she took it really well – possibly due to the drink.

Phil breathed deeply. “Well here goes.” she said, lifting up her pink cashmere sweater over her head. She removed her arms from it and laid it on the floor. She was wearing a sheer red lacy bra. I don’t know if Phil realised how see-through it was. I could clearly see her areola and also that her nipples were quite prominent. Although her breasts were small, they were rather cute. I knew that if she was wearing matching panties then they wouldn’t be hiding much. She was putting on a brave face to show that, contrary to everything she was feeling, this was all not really that bad.

Phil's red lacy bra was see-through.

“Phil, you do know your bra is see-through, don’t you?” Kirsty said, obviously she had noticed too.

“Is it bad?” Phil asked, concerned.

“No, it’s good.” I replied, “Really good!” I added.

I took in the splendour of her little breasts. I was close enough to touch them. Sensing my gaze, Phil covered up as best she could with her arms. I took in the rest of her exposed body. Her stomach was flat and her hips wide. She had a well-defined pelvic v-line that disappeared suggestively into the top of her jeans, as if pointing to her more private area. I noticed too that she had a cute belly button.

Kirsty had mixed feelings. She was as excited as me to see her girlfriend’s top come off, but she was also worried that her girlfriend would be exposing a lot more soon. If she played her hands to protect Phil she was at the same time protecting me. She dealt. Phil drew four and I drew three – I was holding a miserable pair of Threes. Kirsty drew two. Phil revealed a pair of Nines which beat my Threes. Having only drawn two I thought Kirsty must have me beat. I was resigned to the fact my jeans would be coming off. Surprisingly she only had Queen high. I guessed she must have ditched better cards to protect Phil. She could certainly afford to, so far she’d only taken one boot off. The second one joined it.

“Before we start another round, are you sure you want to carry on Phil?” I asked.

“I’m beating you so why wouldn’t I?” she said, truthfully.

“Are you sure Phil?” Kirsty pressed, “If you lose you know you’ll have to take your jeans off?”

 

“And if he loses, his jeans will be coming off.” Phil said, sounding surprisingly excited.

 

As Phil shuffled the cards, I topped our glasses up. I was amazed Phil was showing no sign of giving up, and even more astonished that she was keen to get my jeans off. The drink must be over-riding her inhibitions. Initially, when she’d realised how transparent her bra was she’d done her best to hide her breasts with her arms. Now that she was shuffling, her bra was in full view and her breasts wobbled pleasingly in time with the motion. If anything, her nipples were getting firmer. I was still watching transfixed when she handed me my cards.

“Concentrate on the game.” she chuckled, “You’ve seen a girl in a bra before haven’t you?”

 

“Not you.” I replied, gleefully, “You’ve got cute breasts.” I added, not believing I’d had the temerity to say something so risqué to my best friend.

 

“Thank you.” Phil said, “You may get a better view of them yet.” Phil giggled, completely out of character.

"Oh, I do hope so!" I said, not believing that Phil had just suggested she was prepared to get her tits out.

I glanced at Kirsty. I could see she was trying to read her partner’s mind. I guessed if Phil looked pleased with her cards, then Kirsty would keep a good hand and try to beat me. Whereas if Phil looked disappointed, then Kirsty would keep lesser cards in the hope that Phil would beat her: the risk being that I would beat her too. I looked at Phil. She looked nervous. I know how she felt. We could soon be naked in full view of our closest friends. What I hadn’t considered was that Kirsty was feeling left out. Here she was with her girlfriend and best friend nearly naked and all she’d done was remove her boots. Oh, how she wanted to strip off and join in the fun.

Phil dealt. I looked at the girls. The game had more intensity now. Despite the drink, the giggling had subdued. There was more at stake. I looked at Kirsty, she was staring intently at Phil. I looked at Phil, trying to make out if she looked confident. I had just a King high. By going first and drawing four I indicated I didn’t have anything – at least to start with. This would give slightly more confidence to Kirsty to keep better cards, knowing she was less likely to need to protect Phil. Suddenly the game had become complicated. I drew my four and improved slightly to Ace high. Kirsty must have read my expression; she was going to draw four too but changed her mind and drew three. Phil drew three too. I flipped over my Ace high. Kirsty turned over a pair of Fours and said to Phil, “You better have a pair.” Phil revealed a pair of Tens. “Yes!” she shouted in jubilation and relief.

The girls turned to me, a wicked smile on both their faces.

“Time to take your jeans off.” Kirsty said excitedly, "I can't believe it!"

“Yes!” Phil exclaimed, “Oh my God! I’m looking forward to this!” she added enthusiastically.

 

“Off! Off! Off!” the girls chanted together.

I’d got tight black cotton boxer shorts with an open fly on underneath my denims. I could feel that my erect penis was poking through the opening and pressing tightly against my jeans. If I took my jeans off like this, they’d get an early view of my cock. There was also the risk that I may catch it in the zip of my jeans – now that would be embarrassing.

“Just a second girls.” I said and put my hand down the inside of my jeans.

“What are you doing?” Phil said quite innocently.

“Just making some adjustments.” I replied, still trying to push my erection back into my pants.

“Just let it hang out. We’re going to see it soon enough anyway.” Kirsty said, obviously more worldly wise, and guessing what I was up to.

When I was satisfied that ‘it’ was safely tucked back in. I unfastened the top button of my jeans and slowly slid the fly zip down. I raised myself slightly out of my chair, put my fingers to the waistband and pulled my jeans down over my thighs and knees. When they were around my ankles I reached down and pulled them off entirely. Luckily my erection had stayed inside my shorts through the whole process, though I could feel it trying to burst out.

“Stand up then and give us a proper look.” Kirsty encouraged.

I could feel the bulge in my shorts trying to escape. If I stood up there was a distinct possibility it would pop out. Of course, Kirsty knew this. If I was in the same position with the girls, I would expect them to do the same. I slowly stood up; so far so good. I turned slightly to face Kirsty. She had her hands on the table and she made a move towards me. I thought for a second she was going to pull my boxers down or open up my fly – she was close enough to be able to. But she just moved her glass out of the way so she could get a better view.

“I can see you're excited." Kirsty grinned, "Give us a twirl then.” Kirsty instructed.

I turned slowly round anticlockwise, feeling like a display piece.

“Nice bum.” Kirsty said.

I ended up facing Phil. She was staring intently at the swelling in my boxers.

“I’ve never been this close to a man’s actual penis before.” Phil said virtuously, "Does it always stick out like that?"

Kirsty giggled. I wasn’t surprised by Phil’s innocence. I’d known her since she left school and she’d accepted all along that she preferred girls. She’d not shown any interest in boys or men – including me. I’d figured that Kirsty may have been more experimental with her sexuality in her youth before realising that girls were more to her liking.

"I expect it's sticking out because you're exciting it by sitting there in your bra." Kirsty chuckled, “Surely you’ve seen a penis before?” she asked, somewhat taken aback.

“Not close up.” Phil shrugged, “Not a man’s anyway. I’ve seen a horse’s.” she added matter-of-factly.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

"If you’re going to compare me to a horse, I’m afraid you are going to be disappointed!” I said.

Kirsty joined in with the laughter. “I don’t know, that’s quite a package you’ve got there!” she said. Kirsty wasn’t going to drop the subject. “So you’ve never touched a man’s dick?” she asked Phil.

“No never.” Phil responded.

“Or his balls?” Kirsty asked.

“Nope.” Phil replied.

All the while I just stood there fearing that at any minute my manhood would burst out and give Phil the shock of her life.

“When you two have finished discussing male anatomy - my anatomy - can I sit down now?” I asked.

“Oh, I guess so.” Kirsty said, “We need you to lose another hand so we can give Phil a proper look.” she added.

“That would be good.” Phil agreed.

I sat down gratefully. Just in time as it happened because my member eventually found its way out. Luckily it was under the table and obscured from the girl’s view.

I picked up the cards and dealt. Once again Kirsty stared at Phil, trying to read her mind. Eventually she decided to draw four. Phil drew four too. I had a pair of Kings so drew three. Kirsty had drawn a pair of Tens. She turned them over and apologised to Phil who only had Ace high. Phil had lost. She was now faced with a dilemma. Did she take her bra off and let us see her topless? Bearing in mind her bra was see-through and we could see her breasts fairly well anyway. Or did she take her jeans off? She knew – as we did - she’d only got tiny panties on; she obviously wasn’t sure how much they covered. She had probably thought that if she took her jeans off she could hide her modesty under the table. But having seen – indeed encouraged - me to stand up and give a full view, she knew she’d likely have to do the same.

I was willing her to take off her jeans. I was a ‘leg and bottom’ man. I knew Phil had a cute bottom from the jeans she wore; I really wanted to see it without the jeans. The earlier glimpse of her panties suggested they were tiny and wouldn’t leave much to the imagination. My wish came true. Phil breathed deeply as her hands deliberately moved to the top of her faded blue jeans and un-popped them. She gradually undid all the buttons on the fly and then performed the same manoeuvre as I’d undertaken in the previous round: raising herself slightly out of her chair and slowly easing her jeans down until they were around her ankles. She then reached down and pulled them off entirely. When they were completely removed, she laid them on the floor next to her other clothes. From my vantage point I could see the small triangle of red lace covering her pussy. I gasped, not believing she’d done it.

"I can't believe I've stripped down to my underwear in front of you both." Phil gasped, “I suppose you’d like me to stand up and give a twirl?” she offered.

I stammered as I said, “Y-y-yes please!” and then added, "Only if you're comfortable to do it of course."

“I guess I should, as you did.” Phil said resignedly.

Phil took another sharp intake of breath as she slowly stood up. Not only was her thong tiny, it was transparent too. I was barely two feet away and could see everything. She was as smooth as a baby down there. As Phil turned slowly around, her pert bottom came into view, with only a red string between her cheeks she appeared virtually naked. I so wanted to pat her cute arse. In all the years I’d known her, I’d never seen anything like this much of her before. I hadn’t bothered to put my penis back in my boxers; there was no chance of it being contained now.

She stood boldly in front of us with her arms at her sides. She had obviously decided that she would put on a brave face; she tried to put on a smile - to show that, contrary to everything she was feeling - this was all not really that bad. However, she felt herself blushing profusely.

Phil stood boldly with her hands at her sides.

Phil only had a red string between her cheeks.

When Phil realised that we could see her slit, she quickly sat down.

Phil had a small tattoo on the top of her thigh, in a place that only someone she was intimate with would see. I’d heard about it but never seen it before, until now.

To say I was aroused by the view was an understatement! I was completely enthralled. I drank in every inch of Phil’s exposed body. Kirsty had been turned on by the display as well. If she was worried or jealous of the view I was enjoying, she didn’t show it.

“Phil, you know your knickers are see-through as well?” Kirsty said simply.

“I was worried they might be.” Phil replied, sounding more than slightly embarrassed. “Can you see much?” she asked, hoping for some reassurance.

“Honest truth, I can see things that only your girlfriend would normally see.” Kirsty responded.

“You can’t see my slit though can you?” Phil said, sounding mortified.

 

“We can.” Kirsty confirmed.

I agreed with Kirsty, and added, “It all looks rather nice from where I’m sitting.” which caused Phil to blush even more, turning almost as red as her undies. She quickly sat down with her legs tight together.

Kirsty picked up the cards and dealt. I found it hard to concentrate. Now that she was sitting down again, Phil seemed less perturbed by her near-nakedness; she’d given up trying to cover her breasts. She drew four cards. I’d got two pairs – Sixes and Twos – so just drew the one. Kirsty drew four too. Phil only had Ace high and looked resigned to taking off her bra, especially when I showed my two pairs. However, Kirsty must have gallantly sacrificed her hand because she only had Queen high. Phil looked relieved. Kirsty took off a sock, and despite my best efforts, I didn’t get a look up her skirt.

I was absolutely delighted – and astounded - that I’d seen so much of Phil; it was undoubtedly the best birthday present ever. However, it was disappointing that I’d seen so little of Kirsty. I was happy to carry on and risk losing my boxers. Indeed, after what Phil had said, I felt it was only right that my penis should be the first one that she saw. But I guessed the girls would want to bring the game to a close now.

“This has been really fun. Thank you for making my birthday a memorable one.” I said.

“Are you chickening out?” Kirsty said, sounding rather disappointed.

“Not at all.” I replied, “It’s obvious you’re the winner. Phil and I could both be naked by the end of the next round.” I added truthfully.

Kirsty asked Phil if she wanted to carry on. To my surprise, Phil replied that she was happy to, despite only having two items on. Kirsty then offered a sweetener:

“How about if I purposely lose the next three hands?” she said.

It was at that point I realised just how much Kirsty wanted to join in, and how she was feeling left out as she'd watched us strip. I wasn’t worried about losing my boxers: in fact, the girls only had to look under the table and they’d see my erection anyway.

“Make it the next four hands and I promise that win, lose or draw I’ll take my boxers off and show you both everything.” I said, in hope more than anticipation; already resigned to the fact my boxers would be coming off.

“So you’ll get completely naked?” Kirsty asked.

“Completely!” I confirmed

Kirsty smiled and surprised me by saying. “Okay, you’re on.”

“Are you happy to continue on that basis?” I asked Phil.

“Does that mean we’re going to see your willy?” Phil said, grinning like a little schoolgirl.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her expression and her choice of words. “It does.” I replied, “I hope you’re not too disappointed with it.” I continued.

Phil beamed, “I can’t wait!” she exclaimed, a little too eager for my liking, and obviously very tipsy.

We didn’t bother dealing out the hands for the next round. We took it in turns to pretend to; and Kirsty kept to her word. On Phil’s ‘deal’ Kirsty laughed, “Damn! I’ve lost.” And removed her other sock. On my deal she removed her scrunchie and let her long blond hair tumble over her shoulders.

After she’d ‘dealt’ herself she said, “I guess that’s my blouse.” She slowly undid her buttons and nonchalantly opened her blouse to reveal a lacy black bra. Her breasts were naturally well-formed.

Kirsty undid her buttons to reveal a black lacy bra.

Kirsty's breasts were naturally well-formed.

She saw I was almost gaping at them and smiled.

"Have a good look.” she said.

But it was Phil, sitting opposite and getting a great view who responded.

"Nice!” she exclaimed, "I never get tired of seeing them." she added with a giggle.

I’d forgotten that the girls were getting as turned on seeing each other strip as I was watching both of them. As I’ve said before, I’m very much a legs and bottom man. Whereas Phil is attracted to girls with ample breasts. Kirsty certainly met that criteria, and I could see why Phil found her so appealing. Kirsty’s hips were slightly narrower than Phil’s. She was slim; her stomach was flat; taut even. She too had a cute belly button, but hers was pierced.

“That’s three, just one more hand to lose.” I reminded her.

“No problem.” Kirsty said, sounding completely unfazed that she was about to remove her skirt and expose her panties.

Kirsty stood up and started to slowly undo the buttons at the front of her denim mini skirt. As she did so her pretty pink panties gradually came into view. She slowly lowered her skirt and, as her undies became more visible, it was apparent that, like Phil’s, they were tiny too. She dropped her skirt completely and stepped out of it. Although her panties weren’t as see-through as Phil’s, they were equally skimpy and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Kirsty's panties were quite skimpy.

Kirsty undid the buttons at the front of her skirt.

Kirsty's pretty pink panties came into view

“Do you like?” Kirsty asked as she turned around slowly and we got a nice view of her peachy bottom,“I told you they were pink.” she added cheekily.

“They’re not much different to mine.” Phil said, still smarting slightly from the rebuke she’d got from her girlfriend when she’d revealed her scanty thong.

“They’re not as see-through as yours though, are they?” Kirsty asked, seeking reassurance, “You can’t see my slit, can you?” she continued, sounding concerned.

 

“Unfortunately not.” I said, disappointedly. “But they are very pretty.” I confided to her.

 

“Thank you.” Kirsty said, “I know you tried to look up my skirt earlier, did you see them then? she continued.

 

“I told you I did.” Phil said guiltily to her girlfriend.

 

Kirsty looked at me inquisitively.

 

“I did too.” I admitted, not able to keep it a secret any longer.“But not like this.” I added, still awestruck.

 

Again, I was so close I could've touched Kirsty’s bottom. I was so tempted to, but I resisted.

“I can’t believe you both put such skimpy underwear on for my birthday.” I said.

“I must admit, I didn’t expect you to see it!” Kirsty said, "Not this much of it anyway." she laughed.

“Nor mine.” Phil added, “I certainly wouldn’t have put see-through knickers on. I can’t believe you’ve seen my slit!” Phil added

“I could barely make it out.” I reassured Phil, then quickly continued, “I’m really pleased you did put sexy undies on, but I’ll be even more pleased when it comes off.” I grinned.

“Don’t count your chickens.” Kirsty said, “You’re the only one guaranteed to get naked.” she reminded me.

"I can't wait!" Phil exclaimed excitedly, "I can't believe we're going to see your willy!".

Kirsty sat down again. I watched in case her panties revealed anything when she took her seat but sadly they kept everything hidden. Kirsty saw where I was looking and quickly glanced across the table at Phil, who was shuffling the cards. Kirsty winked at me slyly, dropped her hands to her lap and pulled her panties slightly away from her crotch. I got a quick glance inside her panties: not enough to discern her vulva but enough to see that, like Phil, she was silky smooth down there. I knew Kirsty was a tease and I think she would have shown me a bit more, only Phil tapped the cards on the table giving us both a shock and bringing the peep show to an abrupt end. Kirsty quickly put her hands back on the table and I averted my eyes from where I really wanted to look, like a schoolboy who’d just been caught by teacher.

“Ready to carry on?” Phil said.

“I guess so now that’s evened things up a bit.” Kirsty smiled, she turned to me and added, “Have you finished admiring our undies?”

“They’re very attractive undies.” I confirmed, still blushing from what else I’d seen.

If at the start of the night I’d been told I was going to see this much of them, I wouldn’t have believed it. If I didn’t see any more, I would be more than satisfied.

“I’m glad you like it.” Kirsty grinned, although I think she was referring to something other than her undies. “But I’ll not be making it as easy for you to see the rest of me. I’m certainly not losing on purpose anymore!” she laughed.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” I was genuinely upset, as I think, was Phil.

Kirsty turned to me and teased, “And don’t forget you promised to take your boxers off whatever happens.”

“I will. I promise. I don’t think you’d let me forget.” I reassured them.

“Oh, we won’t!” Phil chipped in. “We want to see everything.” she continued, accentuating the last word, to make sure I knew what they were expecting.

“You will!” I promised. “Everything.” I emphasised.

I couldn’t believe my luck: both my favourite girls were sitting within touching distance in just very skimpy undies. The girls combined had four items left to my one, so the odds were stacked against me. As it was my turn, I picked up the cards to deal. I just had to ensure I didn’t lose the next hand and I was guaranteed a view of something special. I also knew that whatever happened, at some point the girls were going to see me completely naked anyway. The thought of that was a tremendous turn-on in itself.

Kirsty picked up her cards and asked to draw three. Phil followed suit and also drew three. I’d got two Kings, which I thought would be good enough. I drew three as well, but I didn’t improve on my pair of Kings. Kirsty turned over her cards to reveal a pair of Eights. I breathed a sigh of relief: I wouldn’t be getting naked this time! Better still, one of the girls would be taking something off – but which one? Phil was next to show and turned over a pair of Fours. Both girls looked at me in anticipation. Kirsty, like me, knew she was safe. Phil was almost too scared to look. I turned over my cards slowly, leaving the two Kings to last.

“Damn!” Phil exclaimed, “Does that mean my bra has got to come off?” she added in disbelief.

 

“I’m afraid so.” Kirsty said sympathetically.

 

I didn’t speak. I sat in shock; staggered at what was about to happen. As with every other time she’d lost, Phil took it much better than I expected. I knew that inside she must be feeling mortified that I’d already seen so much of her. I was about to see a whole lot more.

I recalled a time I’d visited her one summer and found her sunbathing topless in the back garden. Unfortunately, she’d quickly covered herself up before I had chance to see anything. Even so, she had been extremely embarrassed even though I’d been a fair distance away. And now it seemed I was about to see her topless really close up.

“Well here goes.” she said, her voice quaking.

I could barely believe it as Phil put her hands behind her back and unclasped her red bra. I watched in wonderment as she took her arms from the straps and let her bra slowly fall. I could tell that the very act of peeling the bra away from her breasts - with me sitting there so closely watching - was probably among the most embarrassing things Phil had done in her entire life. When she’d removed it completely, she tossed the bra to the floor on top of her mounting pile of clothes. She had shyly covered her boobs with her arms, preventing us from getting anything other than a quick glimpse. It was Kirsty who prompted her to take her arms away and give us a proper look – I was too discomforted for her to ask her myself, even though I desperately wanted her to.

She slowly lowered her arms. I was merely a foot or so away and could see every detail of her cute, bare breasts as they were gradually revealed. As I’ve said before, Phil’s boobs are quite small but to my mind they were perfectly formed. They appeared lusciously firm, tipped by two-pence-piece-sized reddish-brown areolas and small, circular nipples. I guessed she was obviously turned on because her nipples were erect. I don’t know whether she was blushing because she was topless or because her nipples were betraying her.

Phil's boobs - small but perfectly formed.

I guess my eyes must have looked like they were about to bulge out of their sockets; never in a million years did I expect to be able to see, so close and for so long, the uncovered chest of my long-term best friend - someone I had ogled many times over the years. I could barely contain my excitement at what I was seeing; I took in every detail noting that her areola were perfectly round and smooth.

I think the visible impact that her breasts were having on me gave Phil more confidence. Perhaps she had been self-conscious about their size, especially when compared to her girlfriend’s.

“Well?” Phil said to me now seeming more comfortable with being topless so close to me. “What do you think?” she added.

“Stunning!” I replied. “They are gorgeous!”

I still couldn’t take my eyes from them, and my erection was firmer than ever – if that was even possible.

“I bet you didn’t expect to see my tits tonight?” Phil laughed, gaining in confidence.

“I never expected to see them in my lifetime!” I grinned, “But I’m so glad I did.” I added.

I just wanted to reach out, cup them in my hands and give them a squeeze.

“Don’t you be getting any ideas!” Kirsty chipped in, as if she could read my mind.

Reluctantly I stopped staring at Phil’s chest, gathered up the cards and handed them to Kirsty.

“Your turn next.” I said to her.

“To deal or get my tits out?” she questioned with a giggle.

“Both hopefully!” I said with a grin. “It would be great to see yours too.”

“We’ll see.” Kirsty said, taking the cards from me. She shuffled them and dealt.

Phil drew four cards and as she reached across to pick them up off the table, I was inches away from touching her bare breast. It was so tempting. She looked decidedly worried as she studied her cards. I’d got Eight, Nine, Ten, Jack so was faced with a dilemma: did I draw one card and hope to complete a straight, or did I draw four for the increased chance of getting at least a pair, albeit not a very high one? I decided to take a chance and draw just the one. The girls looked at me in disgust, thinking I must have a good hand. I didn’t complete my straight but fortunately I picked up an Eight – at least I was still in with a chance with a pair. Kirsty drew three. Phil revealed a pair of Sixes. When I turned over my pair of Eights, she audibly gasped.

“Sorry Phil.” I said, genuinely.

“I’m sorry too.” Kirsty said, revealing a pair of Jacks. “We almost had him!”

Of all the outcomes, Phil losing was probably the worst. The best would have been if Kirsty had lost, removed her bra, shown us her tits and left us all with one item each. If the girls had understandably wanted to call a halt at that point, I could have then lowered my boxers as promised, given them a quick view and we’d all be happy. Even if I’d lost, the result would’ve probably been better than this; I would have ended up naked just the same, but I wouldn’t have seen Kirsty’s bare breasts, which would have been a shame. But this? This would doubtless bring the game to a premature end without me seeing anything more.

We sat in silence for what seemed like an age but was probably only seconds. Phil was still looking at the cards, hoping, I’d imagine, that she’d read them wrong. Or perhaps, through the power of thought, she was trying to conjure up a better hand. It gradually dawned on her that she’d lost and was expected to remove her panties. I felt genuinely sorry for her. She had been the most reluctant from the start. I knew how shy she was. She’d been remarkably brave so far and gone a lot further than I was expecting her to, taking everything in good spirit. Even in the last round when she’d had to remove her bra, she accepted it gamely even though I knew inside she must be mortified. I guess removing her panties was a whole new level of humiliation.

Phil pushed her chair back and slowly stood up. Although her panties were see-through, there was still a big difference between wearing them and being completely naked.

As before, she took a deep breath and said, “Well here goes.” with a tremor in her voice.

“You don’t have to do this Phil.” I found myself saying, despite every fibre of my body desperately wanting her to.

“Let’s call it a day now.” Kirsty said, “Keep your panties on.”

“But the rules say we can only stop at the end of a round.” Phil reasoned.

Now one thing I know about Phil from all the years I’ve been acquainted with her, is that she is a stickler for rules and for keeping promises.

“To be fair Phil, I’ve seen a lot more of you than I ever anticipated. You’ve been a great sport. This has been the best birthday EVER!” I said, trying to convince her not to go any further.

“But you said you’d take your boxers off.” Phil said to me.

“And I will.” I said, “Even if you leave your panties on, I’ll take off my boxers and you can still see my willy.” I laughed.

“And I’ll take my bra off.” Kirsty added.

Now this was an unexpected bonus. I looked at her surprised, but she nodded reassuringly that she meant it.

“If Kirsty takes her bra off, we’ll all be level.” I said, “We can call it quits then.” I added.

“But you said you’d take your boxers off.” Phil repeated.

“I promised I’d take them off win, lose or draw. That’d be a draw so, as promised, I’ll take my boxers off.” I confirmed.

“If you’re going to take your boxers off, then it’s only fair that I take my panties off.” Phil was adamant.

“Okay Phil.” Kirsty said, “But only if you’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Phil said, her voice shaky belying her apparent confidence.

Phil stood up hesitantly and moved her hands to her waist, visibly quivering. She inhaled deeply, held her breath, then slipped her thumbs under the strings at each side of her tiny thong - her last remaining bit of modesty - and started to slowly lower them, gliding them down from her hips.

I guess I should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away, but I was transfixed. As the panties sunk lower the top of her slit just come into view. At this point she hesitated and turned around so that her back was to us. She continued to lower her panties to expose her bare bottom. We couldn’t tell but we guessed her panties were low enough now so that, should she turn back around, her whole pussy must be exposed. It definitely was now because she methodically peeled her thong right down passed her knees and ankles, still with her back to us. I guess she felt more comfortable stripping facing away from us.

I was still staring at Phil’s bare bottom when I heard Kirsty say, “Okay Phil, we’ve seen you naked. You can pull your panties up again now.”

From where I was sitting, I could see that Phil had stepped out of her undies and didn’t appear to have any intention of pulling them back up despite Kirsty’s urging. In fact, she bent forward to pick up her panties, her breasts gently swaying in front of her. As she did so she gave me a view that made me gasp and nearly caused my balls to explode! She tossed the tiny red G-string on top of her other clothes and started to turn slowly around.

My heart was racing as she turned to face us. I noticed she was biting her bottom lip, not to be overtly seductive, but out of nerves and shyness. She was bashfully looking down at her own naked body rather than looking at our reaction to it. Her hands were grasped tightly together in front of her pelvic region to cover her modesty, her fingers firmly inter-twinned. Once she was facing us, her fingers loosened, almost imperceptibly at first, and she slowly separated her hands, much like drawing back the stage-curtains at the start of a show in the theatre. And what a show! Gradually her most private parts came into view. I couldn’t help myself but exclaim, “Wow!” as I got a proper sight of her vulva for the first time. She was now fully exposed. In the many years I’d known Phil, I’d often imagined what she’d look like completely naked. And here she was – she didn’t disappoint. At my exclamation she had looked up. She blushed as she saw my gaze was directed at her nether region, my mouth agape.

As we had ascertained from her sheer panties, she kept her pubic area shaved. I was so close I could discern the fine stubble around her slit. I am guessing she had shaved as recently as this morning; I like to think in honour of my birthday and in anticipation of giving me a treat!

Phil slipped her thumbs under the strings at each side of her tiny thong.

Phil turned her back to us and started to lower her panties.

From my box seat – literally! – I could see Phil’s rose-coloured hole with her clitoral hood slightly sticking out between her vaginal lips. But other than that, her pussy was neat and tidy. Now I must admit that I’m not an expert on women’s private parts, but I’d say hers was small and tight. As she stood there completely exposed, I noticed that her clitoris was slightly elongating and her lips were taking on a dark red hue, suggesting she was finding the experience stimulating, despite the torment she must be going through.

From my familiarity of Phil, I guessed it would be more uncomfortable for her knowing it was me seeing her like this than for a complete stranger to. To make matters worse, it appeared that she was getting turned on by the situation; she was showing signs of dampness in between her labia. Despite everything her rational brain was telling her – most notably that she was a lesbian, and I was not only a male but her best friend - her body found what was happening arousing. I could sense that she couldn’t believe it, and it made her even more self-conscious. She stood facing us almost as if in a trance, not really aware that she was standing fully naked in front of her best friends. But Kirsty’s voice, and perhaps the feeling of air on her pussy, brought her back to reality, and she was suddenly fully conscious of what was happening.

Kirsty too had noticed the glistening between Phil’s legs.

"I think we’ve seen enough now Phil.” Kirsty said abruptly, "You can sit down now."

I was still gazing at Phil’s pussy and wishing I could stroke it, or even more, when I felt a sharp kick on the shin from Kirsty. I quickly took my gaze off Phil and turned blushing to face Kirsty.

“You’re happy for Phil to sit down now, aren’t you?” Kirsty said emphatically, obviously possessive of her girlfriend, and mindful of the view that I was clearly getting.

“Of course.” I said, turning once more to face Phil to get another quick look before she sat down.

“Thanks Phil.” I said, “You’ve been a real sport. You're gorgeous.”

I realised that anything I said would be inconsequential given what she’d shown us. Phil took the prompt and sat down. She pulled her chair as tight into the table as she could, but from my vantage point I could still see the top of her legs. She discreetly placed her hands in her lap so that I couldn’t see her bits.

“I guess it’s just the two of us now.” Kirsty said, picking up the cards and handing them to me.

“You want to play on?” I questioned, somewhat surprised, but taking the cards from Kirsty never-the-less.

“Of course. Don’t you?” she continued.

“Yes, but I said I’d take my boxers off anyway.” I said.

“And we’ll make sure you do.” Kirsty laughed, “Especially after what Phil has just shown you.”

I must admit Phil had set the bar a lot higher than I was expecting. I was going to have to give the girls more than a cursory peek.

“If we continue and you win the next hand, I’ll take my bra off.” Kirsty grinned, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“You bet!” I said enthusiastically.

“And if I win, you take off your boxers.” Kirsty added. “And you let us both see everything.”

“You’ll both see everything. I guarantee.” I said.

“So, I can stay and watch?” Phil asked.

“Fine by me.” I said.

“And me.” Kirsty added.

“Cool.” Phil said.

Phil forgot herself for a moment, relaxed and put her hands on the table. She noticed me glance between her legs and quickly put her hands back down in her lap, blushing, but not before I’d got another quick glimpse.

My hands were shaking as I finished shuffling the cards and dealt. I couldn’t believe my luck: I’d dealt myself a straight, albeit a low one – Four to Eight. To make matters even better, Kirsty asked to draw four, suggesting she didn’t have anything to start with. When I said I didn’t want to draw any, Kirsty looked deflated.

“Come on Kirst!” Phil shouted, "Get his boxers off!"

Kirsty turned over her cards to reveal she’d got just an Ace High. I revealed my straight; both Kirsty and Phil groaned.

“Oh well.” Kirsty said, seemingly quite relaxed about it.

As Phil had done not long before, Kirsty put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. She took her arms from the straps and let the black lacy garment fall away. She was a lot more confident than Phil had been. When it was completely off, she tossed it to the floor with her other clothes. She made no effort to cover her boobs. As with Phil, I was close enough to see every detail of her bare breasts. They were much larger than Phil’s, but like Phil’s they were perfectly formed, with no hint of sag. Her areolas were slightly paler than Phil’s and her nipples were less pronounced. She turned slightly in her chair so that she was directly facing me.

Kirsty made no effort to cover her boobs.

Kirsty's breasts were larger than Phil's

"Well?” she said, "There they are."

“Wow! They’re great!” I said, “Just as good as Phil’s.” I added diplomatically. To be fair, although Phil’s were a lot smaller, I did like them equally.

“I bet you didn’t expect to see these tonight either?” Kirsty laughed, remembering what Phil had said when she’d taken her bra off. She cupped her breasts and gave them a wobble.

“I’ve seen a lot tonight that I never expected to see. Not even in my wildest dreams.” I conceded.

“I bet you do dream about us though, don’t you?” Kirsty questioned.

“Sometimes.” I admitted, with a smile.

“Well let’s see if we can make your dreams come true then. One more hand, if you win, I’ll take off my panties; if I win you take off your boxers.” she said, picking up the cards.

“Correction: If I win, you take off your panties and then I’ll take off my boxers; If you win, I’ll take off my boxers and you can keep your panties on.” I corrected her. “In either case, I’ll take my boxers off as promised.”

“Okay.” Kirsty said with a grin.

Phil gasped excitedly, “Not long now till I see your willy!”

Kirsty and I both giggled. Kirsty picked up the cards, shuffled and dealt. I was laid-back about what cards I was given, as I knew I’d be getting naked anyway. Though I admit it would be nice to win and get Kirsty’s panties off. Looking at my hand it seemed as if Kirsty’s panties were quite safe: I only had Ace high.

“Can I draw four please?” I said, pessimistically.

Kirsty gave me four cards, and said, “I’ll draw four too.”

My hopes were raised, perhaps her panties would be coming off after all. I slowly turned over my cards to reveal the Ace High that I hadn’t improved on. Kirsty gleefully revealed a pair of Kings.

“Yes!” Phil squealed.

“That was close.” Kirsty said with a relieved sigh, “That second King was the last card I picked up. I only had King High till then – your Ace High would’ve beaten me.”

"I thought with only two of us, Ace high may have been good enough." I said, dejected.

“Enough of the inquest.” Phil said, “Take your boxers off!”

“Okay.” I said, “I hope you’re ready for this.”

“Sure am. I can't wait!” Phil said enthusiastically, and to prove the point she leaned forward to get closer to me.

I stood up. The bulge in my boxers was straining at the material but fortunately hadn’t burst out since I’d poked it back after Phil had removed her panties. I gripped the waist band of my boxers, and no sooner had I started to lower them than Phil started giggling.

“What is it?” I said, stopped in my tracks.

“I can see your pubes.” Phil said, stifling a giggle.

Unlike the girls, I wasn’t completely shaved ‘down-there’, and I was quite hairy between my belly button and my private parts.

“Is that all!” I said, “Okay if I carry on now?”

“Yes please.” Phil said, “Sorry.” still giggling slightly.

I carried on. The top of my boxers was now level with the base of my erect penis; I knew that the next move down would fully expose it. I pulled my boxers away from my body to make it easier to pull them down over my erection. I heard Phil gasp, so I knew it was out. I carried on lowering my boxers so that my ball sac was revealed. Once everything was fully exposed, I let my pants fall to the ground and stepped out of them.

It was a strange but exciting feeling standing completely naked in front of my two best female friends, both of whom were close enough to touch my private bits. So far neither of them had spoken. I guess I’m just average in terms of the size of my manhood – I’m certainly not endowed like a porn star – but my penis was doing me proud; no doubt due to the stimulation it had been subject to for most of the game. It was pointing directly across the card table, horizontal to it and about six inches above it. Both girls had an unobstructed side view. I turned slightly to face Kirsty so that my member was pointing straight at her.

“Nice.” she said, not taking her eyes from it.

I then turned to face Phil. “There you are.” I said to her, “Your first close-up willy! I’m so pleased that mine is the first you’ve seen.” I added, genuinely content that it was.

She didn’t speak but I could tell she was taking it all in – figuratively that is! She seemed fascinated by it.

“Give us a twirl.” Kirsty said, “I want to see your bum.”

“So do I” Phil chipped in. It was the first time she’d spoken since I’d got naked.

I turned slowly around so that both girls could see my bottom.

“Nice.” Kirsty said again. It seemed that seeing me naked had restricted their vocabulary.

“Well Phil?” I said, turning back to face her so my member was pointing directly at her and only inches from her. “Happy now? I told you that you'd see everything.” I continued.

Phil was staring straight at my penis, looking puzzled.

“What is it?” I asked, sightly concerned.

“This is probably a stupid question.” she said, “But where is its head?”

I heard Kirsty giggle. I’m not circumcised and, even though I’d got an erection, my foreskin had not fully retracted. I pulled my foreskin back to expose the purple tip.

“Is that better?” I said, not believing what I was doing.

“Thank you.” Phil said, “That’s more like what I was expecting.”

“I didn’t realise you were an expert.” I laughed.

Phil blushed. “Is it really bad that I want to touch it?” Phil said.

“I’m sure if you ask nicely, he’ll let you.” Kirsty interjected.

Phil looked at me pleadingly and said, “Please may I touch it?”

To be fair, she was close enough to touch it anyway and there wasn’t a lot I could’ve done about it. But that was Phil, always polite.

“Please.” she repeated. “I’ll show you my pussy again if you do.” she offered as a sweetener.

 

I was pretty sure I would see her pussy again anyway, so it wasn’t much of an incentive.

 

“You haven’t forgotten that you’re a lesbian have you?” I countered, “You’re not supposed to be attracted to ‘man bits’.” I continued jokingly.

 

“I’m not really attracted to it; but I am rather fascinated by it. “ Phil explained, “Please let me hold it. I’ll even open my legs up so you get a better view of my pussy.” she implored.

 

“Phil!” Kirsty admonished her, “I think he’s seen enough already.”

 

Kirsty’s intervention did give me an idea and, not one to miss an opportunity, I put forward a counteroffer.

"I’ll let you touch it if Kirsty drops her panties.” I suggested, more in hope than expectation.

I had the feeling that Kirsty had no concerns about being naked; indeed, I was inclined to believe she actually wanted to be. Phil gazed across at her girlfriend with an imploring look.

“Kirsty? Will you do it for me?” Phil pleaded.

Kirsty gave in. “Oh, go on then. I expected to lose them anyway!” she said.

“Thanks!” Phil exclaimed, “You’re the best girlfriend ever!”

“The things I do for you.” Kirsty sighed, “Sit down, I’ll give you the show.”

I sat down and Kirsty stood up, not hesitantly as Phil had done, but with a certain amount of self-assurance. She moved her hands to the side of her pretty pink panties, slipped her thumbs under each side, and started to slowly lower them, slipping them down from her hips. As the panties sunk lower, the top of her slit just come into view. Unlike Phil had done, Kirsty remained facing us. She continued to lower them gradually so that progressively her whole pussy was exposed. She carried on peeling her undies right down beyond her knees and ankles, and then stepped out of them. She bent over, picked up her panties, and handed them to me.

“A little birthday present” she laughed.

“Thank you!” I said, “I only expected you to lower them, not take them right off altogether."

“Well, they’re off now.” Kirsty grinned.

Kirsty was making no effort to cover up her private parts. She stood with her hands to her sides with her vulva in full view. Kirsty, like Phil, kept her pubic area shaved, it looked silky smooth. Again, I was so close I could see every detail.

Kirsty stood with her vulva in full view.

“I guess you’d like a twirl?” Kirsty said.

“Yes please.” I said, without averting my gaze from Kirsty’s nether region.

Kirsty turned slowly around so that we could see her peachy bottom.

“Gorgeous!” I said.

Kirsty turned back round to face us, completely unperturbed that her pussy was in full view.

“Well, I’ve done my bit.” she said, “Time for you to keep your promise to Phil.” she added, sitting down.

“Does that mean I can touch it?” Phil said excitedly.

“It certainly does.” I said, standing up and turning to face Phil, my erection pointing directly at her. “There you go. Help yourself.” I said.

Phil gazed hesitantly at it and said, “I think it’s grown.”

I wasn’t surprised given what I’d just witnessed! Phil timidly reached towards my penis and cautiously touched the head with the end of her finger. It sent a shiver of excitement down my spine, and I visibly reacted. Phil jumped back.

“Sorry.” she said, “Is it sensitive?”

“No problem.” I said, “It’s just not used to your touch.” I reassured her.

Phil seemed comforted by my words and reached out again, slightly more confidently. After tentatively touching it, this time she wrapped her hand around it – she’s left-handed – and started to stroke it softly back and forth. I gasped.

“Don’t get him too excited!” Kirsty laughed.

“What do you mean?” Phil asked, naively.

“We don’t want him splurging his load all over the cards.” Kirsty expounded, "Or all over you!"

“Is that even possible?” Phil asked, bemused.

“Not only is it possible; it’s more than likely if you carry on like that.” I managed to say between groans and deep breaths. I could feel the tip of my penis getting moist, and it felt as if my balls were about to explode. My foreskin was fully retracted now.

“I think you ought to stop now.” Kirsty said.

I so wanted her to carry on, but I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“Kirsty’s right.” I said, gasping, “You better stop now, Phil. You’ve had a good feel.”

Phil reluctantly let go of my penis, but before she took her hand away completely, she prodded at my ball-sac with her finger.

“Can I hold that now?” she asked, inquisitively.

“Okay, but be careful. It’s very sensitive.” I replied.

I felt her gently wrap her hand around it. I gasped again, and looked up at the ceiling rather than at Phil. I felt her grip tighten slightly.

“Careful.” I said, holding my breath.

I felt her grip relax and she moved her hand away.

“Thank you.” she said, matter-of-factly, as if I’d just helped her carry her shopping or something similarly trivial, “I enjoyed that.”

“You’re welcome.” I said, trying to be equally unemotional, catching my breath, and endeavouring to hide just how much I'd enjoyed it too.

“Do you want a go, Kirsty?” Phil said to her partner, who had been watching intently throughout.

I thought, ‘Please say no.’ There was no way I could hold on through another intensive groping. I think Kirsty read my mind.

“I don’t think he’d cope with me feeling his bits as well.” she said, "However much I'd like to. Maybe some other time?"

“Thank you, Kirsty.” I said, relieved, but somehow disappointed too.

I sat down. My mouth was dry, and I was suddenly thirsty. We’d drunk all the wine. I remembered we’d got a bottle of bubbly in the fridge in the kitchen.

“Whilst we’re all naked, how about a glass of bubbly to round the night off?” I suggested. “It’s been the best birthday ever!”

“I’ll get it.” Phil said, standing up.

“No, I’ll go.” I insisted and simultaneously stood up as well.

As we both stood and moved from the table, our exposed bodies inadvertently made contact. At first I felt Phil’s erect nipples stroke against me. Then my rigid penis rubbed Phil’s body and, without thinking, she quickly took hold of it and moved it away. Finally, my hand lightly brushed against Phil’s pussy. We both hesitated, caught in the moment; my fingers lingering in the vicinity of Phil’s vulva long enough to sense the dampness there. I gently rubbed it for a brief moment.

“Oops!” I said, “I think I touched it” I continued, embarrassed, and moved my hand away from her pussy.

“Oh my God! You did! Phil gasped, "You're the first chap that's ever touched me down there." she acknowledged.

"Phil, I'll forgive you this time as it was an accident, but don't let anyone else touch you down there." Kirsty admonished her girlfriend good-naturedly.

“I’m so sorry. To both of you.” I apologised, "It was my fault, Kirsty. I honestly didn't mean to."

“Honestly, it's no problem.” Phil smiled, “I guess I owed you that.”

“Thank you.” I said, “It was only the slightest touch.” I added by way of excuse.

“I barely noticed it.” Phil reassured me, then continued, “I need to apologise to you too; I touched your willy again.” she added.

“You didn’t just touch it; you grabbed hold of it.” I laughed.

“I did!” she grinned, “I’m sorry. But it was getting a bit close to my pussy.”

“No probs.” I said, “Anytime.”

“When you two have finished groping each other, I’d like another drink.” Kirsty laughed.

“Alright Phil." I said, “I’ll go.” and hurriedly left the room.

I could sense that both girls were watching my bare bottom as I went into the kitchen. When I was alone in the kitchen, I took a deep breath and went over in my head all that had happened and what I’d seen. It was unbelievable! It was incredible to think my two favourite female companions were sitting in the living room both stark-naked. Gradually I regained my composure. I found three flute glasses and put them on a tray. I opened the fridge door; even the rush of cold air against my still erect penis couldn’t suppress my ardour. I took out the bottle of Champagne.

“You okay in there?” Kirsty called out.

“I won’t be long.” I called back, “Just opening the bubbly.”

I carefully removed the foil wrap that covered the cork, then untwisted the wire loop and gently loosened the metal cage that protected the cork, keeping my thumb on the cork head to prevent a premature ‘pop’. Once the cage was off, I gripped the bottle in my right hand – my prominent one – and wedged the bulbous head of the cork deep into the palm of my left hand. Supporting the base of the bottle against my naked hip, I slowly rotated the bottle back and forth with my right hand whilst keeping the bottle steady with my left. As the cork turned, I moved my right hand down the bottle until it was halfway down. I could feel the cork loosening, so I slowed down my rhythmic twisting of the bottle and firmly grasped the cork, sliding my thumb up from beneath the lip of the cork and applying pressure so that it slid smoothly out of the bottle. There was an almost inaudible sigh as the cork left the bottle, and a gentle release of vapour. I held the cork over the opened bottle for a few seconds to ensure there was no bubbling over of foam. I poured the sparkling liquid slowly into the glasses; once the flutes were filled, I took hold of the tray and set off back to the girls. It seemed natural now to be starkers in front of them. My penis had gone slightly flaccid in the kitchen, but as soon as I saw the girls, it stiffened up again.

Just as I had hoped, neither of them had put any clothes back on; they sat naked at the table. I set the tray down and passed both a glass. I remained standing with my erection in full view. I could see that the girls were both looking at it and grinning.

“A toast.” I said, and raised my glass.

As I hoped they would, both girls stood up, despite their nakedness, and raised their glasses. Neither of them bothering to cover up their modesty; like me, they seemed to have gained confidence in their nudity.

“To best friends.” I said.

“To best friends.” they repeated, raising their glasses.

“To naked best friends!” Kirsty added. We laughed and clinked our glasses together.

“Happy Birthday!” Phil said, “You can make a wish.” she added.

“My wish has already come true.” I replied, looking in turn at both girls and taking in the splendour of their exposed bodies.

THE END

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