‘Do you really think Sofia would play strip poker with us?’ Farhan was talking, too boisterously, to my boyfriend, Shawn. The cabin walls were not insulated and I could hear the conversation from my favourite place to read, the cedar chair on the back porch.
‘She’s not uptight about things like that,’ Shawn replied. It was an accurate statement. In both my freshman and sophomore years at the Santa Cruz campus of the University of California, I’d participated enthusiastically in the First Rain Naked Run, my breasts jiggling with every footfall. It’s a tradition that students brave the arrival of fall weather by streaking through the quad outside Porter College. This is the semi-tropics, of course, so the bravery has more to do with the doffing of clothes than withstanding the slightly cooler temperatures.
I met Shawn at UCSC – we both joined the orienteering club – and our relationship has thrived for nearly two years. Our home towns are only about 50 miles apart north of Seattle, so we grew up having many common experiences. The sexual chemistry between us started out strong and keeps getting more intense. Finding a guy who shares your porn preferences is a sign from the goddesses that you are meant to be together for a long time.
Some people might not think of us as conventionally beautiful, but we like each other’s bodies immensely. Shawn has pale skin with freckles on his arms that continue all the way up to his shoulders. I enjoy twirling the strands of strawberry blond hair on his chest when we are lying naked together after sex. My complexion is more of the Mediterranean variety and my hair is black like coal. I’m busty but short, needing to stand on tiptoe to reach five feet.
Shawn’s family owns a cabin deep in the woods on the Olympic Peninsula, accessible only in good weather using forestry service roads. For an unusually dry two weeks at the end of June, we had it to ourselves. Farhan and Geoff, my love’s best childhood friends, took advantage of the long daylight hours to drive up on a Friday evening and planned to stay until supper the next day.
I’m a lark, not a nightingale, so I was already suppressing yawns by the time the boys arrived. We’d hung out a few times as a group and got along pretty well. Washington State, which Farhan and Geoff go to, is a more conservative campus than Santa Cruz and I enjoyed teasing them with tales of our sexual hedonism. My experience is that guys who were raised in semi-rural circumstances sometimes behave like they’re caught between the age of chivalry and modern egalitarianism, not sure which approach to take in the company of an uninhibited woman.
‘Our guests want to play cards,’ Shawn said when I joined the trio in the cabin. The natural light had started to fade so I’d given up on Venus in Furs and headed inside.
I feigned a stern tone. ‘You mean they want to see me naked. I heard you talking about strip poker.’
Farhan and Geoff were quiet, perhaps thinking they were about to receive a lecture. I waited a beat before smiling.
‘It’s late for me. I could last for a short game, but that wouldn’t give me much time to enjoy looking at your bare asses.’
It is important to be accommodating as a host and sending the boys to bed disappointed would have been bad manners. Happily, I came up with an alternative plan.
‘How about we make the stakes that the losers have to spend the entire day tomorrow in their birthday suits?’
Of course they would accept. Hormones and male pride get mixed together and the outcome is predictable.
Geoff was the one who took the bait. ‘That’s going to be a long time for you not to be able to wear anything. Are you sure you won’t get cold?’
‘I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be warm on the inside. If we keep playing until there’s only one winner, the worst-case scenario is that I’ll spend the day ogling two naked boys – and it could be three.’
Time to reel in the fish: ‘Of course, we could set it up so that it’s guys against the girl.’
The friends exchanged hopeful glances. ‘What do you have in mind?’ Shawn asked.
‘I play one hand and you play the other as a group. First one to win five times gets to put on clothes tomorrow. The losers spend the day with their cocks hanging out for my pleasure.’
A few minutes later we were sitting around the kitchen table, me on one side, the boys on the other. We agreed to play five-card draw, allowing one round to improve and a maximum discard of three. Shawn seemed a bit jittery, managing his nerves by fiddling with the deck he’d taken from the cupboard. ‘Are you guys absolutely sure you want to go through with this?’ He directed the question to his buddies.
‘Let’s play,’ Farhan said decisively.
Shawn gave me the deck and I immediately dealt two hands. Farhan and Geoff looked over their friend’s shoulder as he picked up their cards. They seemed satisfied with what they saw.
My hand contained only mismatches: no pairs and no obvious path to a straight or flush.
‘We’ll just take one,’ Shawn said, placing a card face-down on the table. I gave him a replacement from the top of the deck.
When I said I was taking three, the boys looked pleased. I kept a queen and a 10 because they were my highest cards.
The action done, Shawn revealed the source of the confident male grins: two kings, two jacks and a 5.
I flipped my hand onto the table. ‘Three 7s for me,’ I said. ‘That gives me the early lead.’
Geoff crooked his neck in disappointment. Farhan nodded wisely. ‘You were lucky. Usually two pairs are strong enough to win.’ He had a talent for mansplaining.
Shawn gathered the cards back into a pile and shuffled them. He idly cut the deck several times then started to deal.
I picked up another mediocre hand. ‘Three cards again,’ I said, getting rid of some of the garbage.
While my boyfriend passed cards in response to my request, Farhan was whispering to Geoff. I guessed that meant they had no obvious play. Shawn isolated three cards together in his hand and looked for consensus, but Farhan shook his head. ‘Throw these,’ he said, pointing out his choices. After a glance to determine Geoff’s opinion, Shawn acquiesced. He discarded three cards and took three.
It was my turn to show first. ‘I’ve got a set of ducks.’ Using the fancy poker lingo for three 2s would be fair warning to the boys I was no amateur.
Shawn laid out an inadequate pair of 9s which he quickly scooped back into the deck. I beamed at his friends. ‘If it’s any consolation, you won’t have to worry about tan lines when we go swimming tomorrow.’
‘This is a long way from over,’ Geoff said. ‘I for one am looking forward to seeing the tits that made Santa Cruz famous.’
‘If you’d asked me I’d have shown them to you. Instead you’ve made me play for my honour.’
Shawn handed the deck over and I divided it into two halves. My attempt at shuffling wasn’t very impressive: for people with small hands, wrapping thumbs around the edges of the cards is a gargantuan task.
I pretended that I’d done the job well and dealt.
Thanks to another strong draw – this time I received three 10s – I won a third consecutive triumph. None of my opponents looked like they were having much fun, but the expression on Farhan’s face was particularly sour.
‘Sofia could be cheating. She barely shuffled last hand and getting three of a kind all the time is highly suspicious.’
‘It’s true I keep an ace in my panties,’ I countered, ‘and I’m not afraid to use it.’
Shawn interrupted. ‘How about I deal for both teams?’
I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend. ‘You know I’m not cheating.’
‘If Shawn deals and you still win, we won’t have any excuses,’ Farhan said.
‘Fine.’ The sun had nearly set and I was ready to crawl into bed. Letting Shawn handle the cards wasn’t going to impair my ability to win the game.
If I’d produced a fourth consecutive three of a kind, Farhan might have started recruiting people to join a strip poker truther movement. Instead, the hand I received from Shawn left me just one card away from a straight, needing either a 3 or an 8. My draw, a king, was a blank and the boys won their first hand with a pair of 10s.
They celebrated by bumping fists, which was weak, like when hockey players mob each other after finally scoring late in the third period of a blowout.
That lonely victory turned out to be the pinnacle of their happiness. I locked up the next hand with a set of 5s, beating jack-high. The boys were mostly quiet after that, resigned to their inevitable defeat.
They hardly reacted when I finished the game by turning over three aces.
‘I trust you’ll be gentlemen and I won’t have any trouble collecting on the bet,’ I said, getting up from the table. ‘It’s sleepy time for me.’
Farhan was stoic but Geoff seemed genuinely sad. Shawn kept his eyes down, looking at neither me nor his friends.
In the bedroom I changed into my summer nightie and slipped under the covers. The noises of the darkening forest seeped through the open window, lulling me into a gentle slumber. Shawn climbed into bed some time later and I woke momentarily as his body melded to mine in a warm embrace. He was already attired in the same outfit he would be wearing all day tomorrow.
Morning arrived with the lemony scent of the coast Douglas fir drifting on a southerly breeze. As usual, I was the first one conscious, eager to feel the early warmth of the sun as it peeked through the gaps in the bulwark of trees. I put on jeans and a sweatshirt and quietly slipped out of the cabin, grabbing a cranberry muffin and a bottle of apple juice on my way. Ocean storms can arrive on the mountains without much warning, but this day seemed likely to consist only of clear skies and summer swelter.
Tall yellow cedars and western hemlocks form canopies above the inland forests of the Olympic Peninsula, casting shadows over an undergrowth of stunted shrubs and wildflowers. The terrain is ideal for rambling, just heading off into the wilderness and pretending to get lost. At my height it is easy to duck under any low branches.
Since I was a child, I’ve loved to start the day with an adventure in the woods. My mother taught me how to read the trees so I’d always be able to find my way home. Wind from the sea brushes the peaks toward the east while the thickest growth is always on the south, the side that catches the most sun. Most people know that moss prefers shade but it is important to look for it a few feet off the ground. In damp conditions, the whole base of a tree is likely to be covered in a green velvet coat, not just the bark on the north.
Sometimes I wander for miles, but I decided this morning to stay in familiar territory. The erotic potential of the next few hours, to be spent in the company of naked men, infiltrated my imagination, affecting my ability to concentrate. Would they be shy, strategically clasping their hands to obscure my view of their secret treasures? Would they be bold, presenting their gorgeous cocks for my enjoyment without hesitation? When they felt the intensity of my gaze, would the lust emanating from my body become contagious, causing thick erections to rise from their pelvises?
I stopped when the cabin came back into sight, breathing deliberately to calm my rushing pulse. Greeting the objects of my desire while in a flustered state was not part of the script I had written in my head. I wanted to be cool, like last night – personify the myth that all women regard naked male bodies as comedic, not sensual.
I didn’t just walk in the front door as I normally would. Instead I knocked, hoping to create more tension. ‘Make your selves indecent, boys,’ I announced. ‘There’s a lady about to enter the room.’ After waiting several seconds, I turned the handle and readied for the treat of full frontal male nudity.
Only Shawn was actually living up to the deal we’d made before the game. His friends were both wearing shorts. ‘We know,’ Farhan said before I could object. ‘It just felt weird for us to be waiting around undressed when we weren’t sure when you’d be coming home.’
He promptly stood up and pushed his lone item of clothing to the floor. He was the largest of the trio, a former fullback who’d played on his high school’s football team. I watched his shoulder muscles flex as he bent over to gather the shorts from under his feet. If he had turned around, I thought, the scene would truly have been spectacular, his ass cheeks parting slightly as he stretched.
Farhan straightened nonchalantly, perhaps accustomed to being naked in front of other people after many group showers in the locker room. A narrow line of dark hair descended from his belly to his pubic bone. Below that I saw evidence of trimming: the mansplainer was apparently also a manscaper.
His broad bronze thighs were beautiful.
Geoff took advantage of the distraction to undress sneakily. When my eyes tracked him down he was huddled in a chair, his hands folded over his lap. I decided I should give him a moment to get accustomed to the situation.
‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I smiled my satisfaction at the nudists in front of me. ‘We should have lunch soon and go down to the lake. I hardly had any breakfast.’ I turned and went into the kitchen.
Geoff wasn’t tall but had a lanky aspect, skin and bones, with a narrow waist and long legs. His light-brown hair was clean-cut but he kept whiskers on his chin to hint at some nonconformity. I hadn’t seen all of him yet, but what I liked best so far were his nipples, broad circles that were rosy with distinct points. Would they become even more noticeable if stimulated? In the name of science, I’d be willing to take on that research.
I put some fixings on the counter and called the boys to make sandwiches. Some girlfriends do more than the minimum in the kitchen, but I save my finest work for a different room. According to tradition (and probably Google Maps as well), the stomach is the way to a man’s heart. I discovered while wooing Shawn that the alternative prostate gland route will get you there in half the time.
My fancy meal of peanut butter and honey with a banana on the side was already on the table, so I settled down to enjoy some dinner theatre. Geoff provided most of the entertainment by trying to make his sandwich one-handed while using the other to obstruct my view. It was not something he was accustomed to doing and sometimes he forgot his strategy, the gates opening only to be slammed shut a few seconds later.
His nervousness may have helped my nerves to settle. I heard the erotic hum of the situation but it was turned down low enough that I could function without seeming distracted. The boys probably thought I was enjoying their predicament because it gave me an opportunity to tease them. The power-exchange aspect appealed to my sense of humour but it was my limbic system that really whirled in response to the nudity around me.
Over lunch we talked about our lazy plan for the rest of the afternoon: walk down to the lake and settle on the dock for sunbathing along with the occasional cool-down swim.
‘I would help you boys clean up,’ I said after finishing my last mouthful of banana, ‘but I don’t have time because I have to go cover myself up in a bathing suit.’ I marched into the bedroom and noisily closed the door.
Putting on clothes that are just going to get wet is ridiculous. I don’t bother when Shawn and I have the place to ourselves. In front of Farhan and Geoff, I might have left my panties on (at first) but definitely wouldn’t have encumbered myself with a top. The bet forced me to make concessions, the most annoying of which was cramming my boobs into a Spandex prison. I could find bikinis that fitted fairly well if I was going swimming in a place where nudity wasn’t an option, such as a church, but my combination of petite, squishy and busty wasn’t meant for a one-piece. I had an old one that would have to do. The more skin I covered, I reasoned, the more the boys would be aware of their nakedness.
The climate of the Olympic Peninsula changes every few dozen miles. Lush forests that receive an annual average of 12 feet of rain transition into arid zones suited for prickly pear cactus. As storm clouds move inland from the ocean, they collide with the mountains and the cooler temperatures at high elevations cause drizzle that can last for days. The eastern slopes are much drier and melting glaciers provide the surface water that rushes through river valleys and gathers into small lakes.
One of these drainage pools sits at the edge of the property Shawn’s family owns.
On that weekend in June, the water was clean and cool and brave swimmers could perform belly-flops off the end of the dock. Skinnydippers and wandering tourists were unlikely to meet; the lake was too small to have a name and it was not stocked with trout.
I made the serious error of leading the way down the 200-yard trail from the cabin to the dock, thus missing out on the prime bum-watching opportunity I could have enjoyed from the back of the line. We carried everything we needed for the next few hours: towels, drinking water, fresh cherries for snacks and lots of sunscreen. I eased up on the rule of complete nudity by encouraging Shawn and Geoff to wear hats as extra safeguards for their fair complexions.
The lake was too chilly for long swims. A hot day in northern Washington is 80 degrees and, even as the temperature approached that mark, it took a while for us to warm in the sun before we were ready for the next plunge. The boys were dressed in a way that allowed them to dry quickly but my bathing suit absorbed water like a sponge. The unfamiliar sensation of being wet out of the water wore on me and eventually I decided to forgo swimming and stay on the dock.
Drawing on my resolve to be a good host, I served as the base-camp commander, requiring the boys to apply more sunscreen after swims. Shawn suggested I should help with hard-to-reach areas, such as between the shoulder blades. The arrangement benefited everyone.
Whenever I had company I tried to turn the conversation to sex but my guests were hesitant. The fantasy I’d had in the morning, of being able to trigger erections with just the power of my gaze, was not coming true and I was disappointed. The cold water worked against me as well, helping to suppress any physical reactions my words might engender.
Geoff caught a shiver and had to take a break from swimming, even though that meant he wouldn’t have the support of his friends while chatting with me. He sat cross-legged on the dock and pretended that the towel on his lap was something he’d left there haphazardly.
‘You need to remove that,’ I said, looking at his crotch to make my meaning clear.
‘Why?’
‘So I can see your cock.’
Geoff spoke seriously. ‘Why does that matter to you? We lost the game. You get to humiliate us. I get it. But you’re taking things too far.’
‘I’ve done a little bit of teasing,’ I admitted, ‘but not as much as I could have. I don’t accept that I’ve tried to humiliate you or anyone else.’
‘This is pretty humiliating.’
‘How?’
Geoff didn’t respond. Perhaps he thought the answer was obvious. I tried a different question.
‘Why do you think I agreed to the bet?’
‘So you could make fun of us if you won and dazzle us with your body if you lost.’
‘Is that why you made the bet, to make fun of me if you won and to dazzle me with your body if you lost?’
‘Guys don’t dazzle women with their bodies.’
‘I like looking at your body.’ It took Geoff a moment to realise I was not being facetious.
‘Here’s what I think,’ I continued. ‘You made the bet because you wanted to see me naked. I made the bet because I wanted to see you and your friends naked.’
Geoff waved his hand by the side of his body. ‘Why would you …’ He didn’t finish the sentence.
‘Guys look beautiful naked. At least, I think they look beautiful naked. I think you look beautiful naked. I think your cock is part of your beauty and that’s the reason why I want you to move the towel.’
He didn’t shift his covering but he did relax his grip. I took that as a positive sign.
Some messages are easier to communicate through physical contact than words. ‘Roll over onto your belly,’ I suggested. ‘I’ll put more sunscreen on your back.’
That’s where I started, below his shoulders, though my hands were soon wandering into places he could easily have reached on his own. My touch was not that of a mother putting sunscreen on her child. After I’d covered him above the waist, I hurried down his body and started on the back of his calves. I continued up along his narrow thighs, careful not to stray too far between them. ‘Tell me if this isn’t OK,’ I said as I got close to round terrain. Geoff didn’t object so I rubbed lotion over his ass, cupping the cheeks in my hands as if I was administering a massage.
Shawn swam close to us. He nodded his approval when I saw what I was doing.
I spanked Geoff lightly to signal the end of his treatment. I hoped he would roll over to reveal that my handiwork had triggered a reaction. Instead, the dock shook slightly as Farhan began to climb the ladder. The presence of the other boys meant that my suspicions would go unconfirmed. If Geoff had an erection, he wasn’t going to display it in front of a male audience.
The lack of hard cocks was a disappointment, but watching the boys’ bums roll as they turned somersaults in the water kept me entertained.
A little past mid-afternoon, when everyone was back on the dock, Shawn caught me adjusting the seat of my bathing suit. ‘If you took it off, you probably would be more comfortable.’
It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that suggestion over the last three hours, but I’d always responded with just a smile.
‘I think you’re right. I would be more comfortable.’ I pulled at one of the straps where it joined the top of the cup, exposing more of my breast momentarily before allowing the fabric to snap back into place. ‘It’s hard to find a bathing suit that fits properly when you’re short and busty like me.’
I paused to add suspense before I announced my decision. Farhan and Geoff had hopeful eyes.
‘I’ll keep it on so we don’t lose the sexy vibe.’
‘That doesn’t make any sense,’ Farhan said. ‘A naked woman makes everything sexier.’
‘If I took off my suit, I’m sure we’d all feel a bit of a rush at first, but the thrill wouldn’t last. When you go to a nude beach, Farhan, how many guys do you see with erect penises?’
It was a teasing question I knew he couldn’t answer. I went ahead and finished my thought.
‘What’s erotic depends a lot on context. If a bunch of people decide to go swimming together without suits, perhaps they’re just being practical. It’s a different dynamic if only some of the people are naked. That means there’s a story. In our case, three naked boys are showing off their bodies for a woman’s pleasure. That registers pretty high on the sexy meter.’
‘You’re objectifying us.’ Geoff looked pleased because he knew he’d said something smart. I guessed our talk had made an impression.
‘Yes – and I’m baffled why none of you are getting hard. Think of all the begging and harassment that goes on from guys who are desperate to find a woman who will glance at their dick pics. You three hit the jackpot and you can’t stop complaining.’
‘I know why Geoff isn’t getting hard.’ Shawn had mischief in his voice. ‘He took precautions this morning to take away the edge.’
I immediately intervened to prevent the exchange of denials and insults that was sure to follow. Putting on my pouty lips, I looked directly into Geoff’s eyes.
‘You did that when I was out on my walk? I wouldn’t have gone if I had known. I’d love to watch you masturbate.’
Before he turned red all over, Geoff got help from Farhan, who said over my head to Shawn, ‘Dude, that’s quite the girlfriend you found.’
‘Is there anyone here who wouldn’t want to watch me masturbate?’
That threw them for a loop.
‘Well, why would it be different for me to want to watch you guys?’
Farhan’s expression hinted at unease. Geoff’s faraway eyes suggested he was imagining me naked with three fingers in my pussy.
‘Here’s the truth: I’d be thrilled to discover how any of you give yourselves pleasure. I’d get so aroused watching you that my nipples would probably poke holes through my bathing suit.’
‘She does like to watch a guy jerk off,’ Shawn said. His cock had started to swell and he wasn’t bothering to hide it. Maybe he was replaying some happy memories in the back of his mind, but I suspected it was the shift in the conversation that had got his blood flowing. His friends hadn’t noticed his semi-erection because they were staring at me, and it seemed like a good idea to maintain the distraction.
‘Geoff, would it make you horny if I showed you how I rub my clit when I want to come really hard?’ I thought the question might paralyse him but he managed to whisper something that seemed like a positive response.
‘Farhan, would you get turned on if you saw me thrusting a dildo in and out of my pussy?’ There was no point waiting for an answer.
‘Of course you would. I’d respond the same way if you showed me how you play with your cocks.’
This conversation throbbed with potential – finally! Very sweetly I said, ‘I’d be willing to put my bathing suit on the line.’
‘Wait a second.’ Farhan needed to do some more mansplaining. ‘What you’re saying is: if we agree to jerk off in front of you, you’ll take off your bathing suit.’
‘That’s not exactly what I said.’
‘She wants to make another bet.’ Shawn had somehow managed to get his penis problem under control. ‘She strips naked if we win, but if we lose she wants to see us ride the mayonnaise surf.’
‘No way. Those things are not equal.’ I noted that Farhan wasn’t necessarily ruling out a wager. He wanted to negotiate.
‘If we win, she has to take off her bathing suit and masturbate in front of us.’ He was speaking to Shawn, trying to make a deal about my body. Rage momentarily crushed my libido.
‘I’ll tell you how this is going to work, Farhan: one thing for one thing. No freebies. I didn’t lose last night.’
I was talking too loudly and tried to soften my voice. ‘If you want extra from me, put something else on the table.’
‘I’m not sure there’s anything else to put on the table.’ Geoff spoke with melancholy in his voice. He might have accepted the first offer. He really wanted to see me naked and was apparently willing to risk major consequences for the opportunity.
His disappointment was actually a kind of compliment. It offset some of my displeasure with Farhan.
‘Clever boys,’ I said. It was time to raise the stakes. ‘Think about what you would want in my position, if you were surrounded by three naked women.’
Shawn knew the answer to my riddle immediately. Farhan and Geoff still didn’t get it, so I had to help.
‘You would want to see some same-sex oral action.’
Now I was treated to that display of blushing skin Geoff had avoided earlier. Farhan shook his head and looked down at the water.
‘Let me just make the point that you’d think it was perfectly fair to ask for pussy-eating but you won’t even consider sucking a cock.’
I wanted my disappointment to feel heavy on their shoulders. I’m sure every lecture they’d ever heard about the double standard weighed on them too.
‘I can’t put a dick in my mouth,’ Geoff said sadly.
‘I don’t think it would be so bad.’ Shawn had more mischief in his voice. ‘There is some precedent.’
‘We never sucked each other’s cocks.’ Farhan was adamant about that.
‘Poker isn’t your game, Farhan. You should have stuck with Truth or Dare.’ I was still a little bit mad at him and the teasing came off snippier than I intended.
‘I can’t believe you told her,’ Geoff complained to Shawn.
‘She has these stories about practising kissing at slumber parties. Sometimes they went as far as second base.’
‘It’s not the same.’ But most of the conviction had disappeared from Farhan’s voice. He knew it was exactly the same.
‘We were teenagers. It was no big deal,’ my boyfriend said.
‘I got really wet when Shawn described you guys jerking off while staring at each other’s cocks.’ Some people are bad drunks. I get mean when I’m excessively horny.
‘Well, I’m willing to put blowjobs on the line.’ My sweetheart was about to make a sales pitch. ‘I love her but my life’s mission is to prove that there’s a limit to Sofia’s game.’
He spoke to them softly, as if he was confiding a secret and I couldn’t hear. ‘She will masturbate in front of us if she loses. She’s not a cheater. She’ll strip naked and show you guys everything, and if we win it will have been worth the risk. Even though she’ll act like it’s no big deal, I think she’ll be as nervous as fuck. She may even feel a bit ashamed. To see that, after the way she’s treated us this weekend, I’d blow fifty cocks.’
I knew what Shawn was up to but I couldn’t let him get away with a statement like that without protesting.
‘Actually, the idea of masturbating in front of your best friends turns me on so much I might lose on purpose.’ I pretended to adjust my bathing suit again, pulling down the fabric almost as far as my left nipple. ‘Tell them I like to play with my asshole. That’ll clinch the deal.’
Before I started college, I vowed I would never allow myself to feel shame about my body or anything to do with sex. If there was a line I wouldn’t cross, it was so far away from where I sat on the dock I couldn’t even see it.
‘I’ll agree to the bet but only if I don’t have to give a blowjob,’ Geoff was gaping at my semi-exposed breast, his eyes not blinking. ‘I’ll receive but that’s it.’
If I allowed Farhan the same terms, we might have a deal.
‘Shawn sucks Geoff’s cock then he sucks Farhan’s cock. He has to do it for more than just a few seconds. Two real blowjobs. I want to find out if my boyfriend spits or swallows.’
‘Three minutes each and they finish with their hands.’ I think Shawn only said that because he still wasn’t sure his friends would agree to the stakes. If it had been just up to him, he probably would have wanted to find out if he was a spitter or a swallower too.
He could still get a mouthful by accident. My pussy was pumping out pheromones and Shawn was no longer the only one on the dock with an erection issue.
My lover would look so sexy with come all over his face. ‘Be a hero, Farhan,’ I said. Please, please be a hero.
‘Fingers in your ass and you can only use spit for lube.’ The big guy evidently had a soft spot for a particular genre of porn.
‘We play one hand,’ I said, acting as if Farhan had guessed my daily routine and fingers in my ass were de rigueur. ‘Same rules as last night and if you guys chicken out I’m going to set up a blog dedicated to your Truth or Dare exploits.’
Shawn stood up to get the cards. His cock was hard and it jutted straight out from his body. I wasn’t the only one staring at it but Farhan and Geoff looked away as soon as I noticed their interest.
I watched the other side of my boyfriend as he walked off the dock and up the path to the cabin. His bum wasn’t as round as Farhan’s but it was charming in other ways. I resisted the temptation to ask the two remaining boys for their opinions.
They were quiet while we waited for Shawn to return. Deflation indicated that they might be focusing on worst-case scenarios. ‘This is really cool,’ I said. I meant it. We were on an adventure together. What happens next is something you’ll never forget, I promised them in a silent thought.
Shawn came back with his cock every bit as hard as when he’d left. Pfizer ought to buy his blood to make Viagra.
‘How are we going to do this?’ Shawn sat back down on the dock. He held the cards in his right hand.
‘I know Farhan doesn’t trust me,’ I replied. ‘You should deal.’
‘Make sure you shuffle well. She could have stacked the deck in the kitchen before we woke up this morning.’
‘Farhan, the only things here that are stacked are my tits.’ I stuck out my chest. ‘Look at them. They’re huge.’
Shawn finished shuffling the cards and dealt the hands. As usual, I asked for three replacements.
The guys were all on the same page. ‘We only need one,’ Shawn said.
Luck, suck, fuck. The words rhyme so easily. Maybe they have some sort of etymological connection. With a little luck, I’ll get to see Shawn suck, and later tonight we’ll fuck, fuck, fuck.
I put three cards on the dock and turned them over for everyone to see. ‘Three jacks. Very appropriate if you ask me.’
Geoff actually started jumping up and down. Flop, flop, flop. His penis bounced against his belly. ‘Flush,’ he yelled over the lake and into the woods. ‘We have a flush!’
Shawn displayed the hand. It contained five hearts, 2, 6, 7, 9 and an ace.
Farhan grinned with the charm of a super-villain about to blow up the world.
They were really such unlucky boys. Hadn’t they figured out by now that I was a heartbreaker?
‘I also have two queens, one for each of the tits you’re not going to see.’ I put the pair down on the dock to complete the full house.
Imagine an automobile crashing without making any noise. Geoff’s penis fell disappointedly against his scrotum. Farhan looked away, disgusted. Shawn was still as hard as a rock.
For the record, if I had lost, I would have spread my cunt lips open and invited Farhan to spank my hole. I would have fucked my ass with one of the sticks floating in the lake. I would have folded my body over in a circle and rained a golden shower down on my face. I would have put on such an obscene show that any porn the boys saw in the future would have made them yawn.
‘I don’t think I’m going to be able to get hard,’ Geoff fretted.
No. They were going to have sex in front of me. I wouldn’t let them tame my wild expectations.
‘How old are you? Twenty-one? Thinking about a bus driving through a tunnel would make you hard. Also, I’m sure Shawn was wrong about you jerking off this morning. You’re not that pessimistic.’
Farhan was an athlete and respected the principle of playing by the rules. I had confidence he wouldn’t try to find an excuse not to keep his end of the bargain.
Geoff, however, needed an incentive.
‘I’m willing to help a little bit,’ I offered. ‘Shawn’s the only one who handles your cock and if you want me to get involved I’m going to stay on the outskirts. I can’t take off my bathing suit because we made a deal but you can try to undress me with your eyes. I’d like that.’
I immediately felt his gaze on my body as he rapidly uncovered my breasts in his imagination. They must have looked good because his cock started to extend. There would be no more talk of impotence.
Shawn’s face was bright and it was bathed in a gorgeous smile as he beamed at me. He’ll be the cutest cocksucker in the whole state of Washington, I thought.
The sex turned out to be surprisingly romantic. It blended with the scenery, the sun sparkling on the lake and a mild breeze that just tickled the tops of the tallest trees.
Geoff rested on his back and I sat beside him. I traced a line with my index finger down the centre of his chest, starting at his clavicle and continuing to the top of his stomach. Bending forward, aware that I was giving him an intimate view of my cleavage, I moved my mouth over his right nipple, saturating it with my moist breath. I swirled my tongue around the tip, leaving a light coat of saliva to evaporate in the heat. The point stiffened and I shifted my attention to the other side, taking the full circle between my lips and sucking gently. His nipples were as delightful to touch as they had been to look at over lunch.
Geoff moaned and I rested my head so I could hear his heart, while I gazed down at my boyfriend to watch him suck his first cock, which was now completely erect. He was close to being able to take the full length into his mouth, leaving a glistening wetness behind when he eased back so his lips covered just the corona.
Shawn caught me watching and was distracted by my happiness. He took the erection into his hand and licked from the base all the way up to the summit. He flicked his tongue against the small hole, finding something there he wanted to taste.
When he pulled away, we were all silent and motionless for a moment. Only Geoff’s hard penis, still twitching from the blowjob, interrupted the stillness. Farhan was looking at it too.
‘That was more intense than I expected,’ Geoff said. ‘Sofia, you have spectacular breasts.’
‘I promise I will show them to you – just not today.’
It was Farhan’s turn to receive and he eased into position, his hand teasing his cock, causing it to stir. Shawn settled between his friend’s legs and offered titillation with his tongue, quickly bringing forth a full erection. As he took it into his mouth, I started kissing Farhan’s chest. His nipples were stiff and I grazed one with my teeth, causing his whole body to flex in response.
I pulled back so I could sit comfortably and watch the sexy scene in front of me. Shawn was already very good at cocksucking and I studied his technique, looking for clues as to how he might like to be pleasured by me. The pace of his ministrations quickened and I could see Farhan’s muscles tense. Abruptly he turned away and tapped Shawn on the shoulder. The move, I suspected, indicated that control had nearly been lost.
When Farhan’s penis came back into view, it was so swollen I could almost see inside it, into the hollow that would soon convey his come to the surface of his body.
Having done his joyful duty, Shawn turned onto his back and reached for his cock with his right hand. He used the left one to pinch his nipples – aggressively, each one in turn. He sighed deeply from the jolts of pain and pleasure.
Farhan went back to work on his cock and from the intensity of his strokes I guessed he was on the verge of a tremendous climax.
Geoff made sure he had a share of my attention before he resumed his task. He’d remained hard while watching Shawn go down on Farhan.
On a dock on a lake on an idyllic day, hidden away in one of the most beautiful places in the world, I gazed as three hands ravished three erect cocks and three men revealed the intensity of their orgasms.
Farhan came first, beads of white liquid landing like raindrops on his smooth chest. My lover erupted next and he cried out with pleasure, his voice reverberating deep into the forest. Geoff’s body trembled as his climax surged, droplets of ejaculate soaring into the sky like fireworks.
I listened to their breathing, air rushing into their lungs, the pace gradually getting steadier, their bodies relaxing back into normalcy.
Shawn was the first to recover and he ended the silence by executing a perfect bum-first cannonball into the lake. The other boys joined him and their exuberant splashes covered my arms and legs with drops of cool water. The chill was a bit of a shock but the effect only lasted for a moment; it was offset by a tropical heatwave building between my thighs.
I’m usually very nice to my pussy, giving her anything she wants. On the dock while the boys were swimming I disappointed her by insisting on patience. She complained like a mewling kitty cat, ‘Please pet me,’ and I felt guilty for ignoring her. But instead of seeking immediate gratification, I was determined to let the pressure build into an explosion of orgasms later in the evening at the tip of my boyfriend’s tongue. There was also the possibility the boys might notice if I made too much noise. I’m pretty loud when I come. No pussy for them meant no pussy for me – at least not yet.
I probably could have gotten away with it. The trio had drifted out towards the middle of the lake and Shawn and Geoff were joining forces in an attempt to dunk Farhan. The sound of their laughter eased a concern that had troubled my conscience. I didn’t want today’s escapades to alter the way they interacted as friends. They’d done something new together which, a few hours ago, would have seemed preposterous to them. I was pretty sure everyone had taken some pleasure in the experience, but I couldn’t really expect thank-you cards to prove that I was right.
I returned to the cabin to change while the boys were still in the water. The bathing suit stuck to my crotch momentarily as I peeled it down my legs. I was tempted to stay naked, to reveal myself in all my tiny glory as a reward for the fantastic show they’d put on for me. I set aside the thought and grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. There would be another day when I’d be the star, all eyes on Sofia.
The mood of the group was different when they returned. I was still horny, but the guys had relaxed. The round of orgasms followed by horseplay seemed to have dissipated their sense of the sexual tension. They wandered around cheerfully contented as we made supper. Being naked in front of a clothed woman now seemed as natural to them as rain in the Pacific Northwest. I actually wished Geoff would go back to trying to shield his cock from me, so I could resume the mischief of peeking at it when he wasn’t paying attention.
The refractory period spells disaster for a woman with a single-track brain and a snarly pussy.
They talked about wrestling or something while we ate. My mind drifted into fantasies about what I could make happen next time Farhan and Geoff visited us in this isolated hideout. Maybe I’d greet them at the door wearing only a grin and declare that this weekend I wouldn’t wear any clothes. I imagined dropping a handful of forks and spoons on the floor. I’d turn around and spread my legs unnecessarily wide when I bent down to pick them up, so my sex would emerge upside down in a lewd and lovely display for the boys to appreciate.
The conversation around me persisted; my imagination conjured additional fantasies. In my mind I envisioned another cloudless day, all of us once again down by the lake, this time four people naked in the sun.
I’m on my back and I’m rolling my clitoris under my fingers. The boys are entranced by my pussy, fascinated as they watch my lips darken and swell with excitement. The spectacle incites their passions and they stand over me, vigorously pulling on their cocks and matching my moans with their own guttural noises. We climax at the same time and streams of come cascade onto my breasts. The contractions in my pussy are so intense I feel like I have to scream to breathe.
The scene suddenly vanished. I was back at the table with the lads and they expected me to do something. Nod. Someone had made a point and I was supposed to nod in agreement. I raised and lowered my chin. Last night I’d been the good host, playing cards because that’s what our guests had asked to do (and for no other reason), but now I couldn’t keep up with the basic duty of participating in the conversation.
Every topic bored me except one, and I didn’t think it was something they wanted to discuss: man-sex. ‘Tell me, Farhan and Geoff, what was it like to have your cocks sucked by my boyfriend?’ I never found an appropriate moment to ask the question.
We washed the dishes and the guys had more talk that made no impression on me. My mind was floating back into the dreamland of erotic possibilities. Before I’d met Shawn, I’d had a threesome with two boys, and their acrobatics to avoid touching each other had spoiled the experience. I’d promised myself I’d interrogate all future potential lovers to be absolutely sure they’d fuck with only joy in their hearts – no more fears and prejudices.
A new fantasy swept into my imagination and I was too intoxicated with lust to resist it.
Shawn, Farhan and Geoff are standing naked in front of me, their cocks already erect. They rub the tips together and the contact causes the heads to swell to their maximum girths. I can’t fit everyone’s cock in my mouth at once, but two at a time is bliss. I sample every combination and relish the slight differences. I’m forced to neglect someone but the guys take turns kneeling behind me, kissing my neck and caressing my nipples.
My boyfriend nudged my shoulder. He was unusually brusque with me, so I suspected I had missed something important. ‘I have to pee,’ I said, and without looking back I walked out of the cabin.
Farhan and Geoff got dressed while I was in the outhouse. I had to wipe away some extra wetness down there and, despite the mundane task and setting, my pussy snapped at me when I brushed it with a handful of toilet paper. I returned to the cabin and found that our guests were ready to leave, their car packed with all the clothes that, thanks to my poker luck, they wouldn’t have to wash when they got home.
I hugged each of them warmly. They’d arrived for the weekend as Shawn’s friends but now I could consider them my friends too. I’d watched them have sex. ‘You are the wildest and naughtiest woman I’ve ever met,’ Geoff said. I liked the comment so much I decided not to point out that, technically, the day wasn’t over and he and Farhan should be driving home in the nude.
Shawn and I would have to be careful about Geoff’s crush.
My exhibitionist boyfriend was adhering to the letter and spirit of the bet. He probably got a thrill out of being the only one who was still naked. Given what I planned to do to his body in about 30 seconds, he was not overdressed.
I heard the engine start and watched the car roll down the driveway back to the forestry service road. Very briefly I considered running after it, throwing off my shirt so Geoff could see the tits that made Santa Cruz famous. My knees were wobbly from too much needing-to-fuck so I rejected the idea.
As soon as the car disappeared, Shawn scooped me into his arms. ‘Thank you for that,’ he said. I could feel him getting hard against my belly.
‘I will always do everything I can to make our fantasies come true. It’s amazing how good you are at cheating at cards.’
‘In another context, the ability to group any three cards together when shuffling would be considered a magic trick.’
‘It’s good to have a boyfriend with dextrous fingers.’ I put my arms around his neck and kissed him enthusiastically, taking his lower lip into my mouth. Someday I’ll do this and taste another man’s come.
Never had I been so eager for his hands to stroke my pussy, to feel his cock inside me, for my body to convulse in a series of fierce orgasms in response to his expert tongue.