Casual nudity, and the point of no return.

Standing up, Annika looks at the group of guys, "Alright losers, time to pay the piper!" There's a slight grin on her face as she says it.

Will takes a deep breath, then slips out of his pants with an almost casual grace. The front of his briefs tented with his manhood.

Dwayne takes off his shirt casually, tossing it at Annika. She catches it but simply holds it in front of herself, one breast on display as the shirt hides the other. Her eyes trail down Dwayne's body, lingering on his rigid spear before realizing what she is doing.

She quickly turns toward Sam just in time to see him stepping out of his boxers, he uses one hand to hide his manhood as he sits down in an effort to gain himself a little modesty. Suddenly he acts like what is on the television is the most important thing in the world.

When Dwayne sits back down, he pats his lap, "You won this game, you can sit anywhere you like."

Annika lets her gaze drift between the guys, unsure of what to do. I can stop this game now. If I do, that's the end of this, it's a fun memory. But if I let this continue, . . . She takes a deep breath, unaware of the way the guys seem to hold their breath, almost as if they can all sense that she needs a moment to think about what is happening. If this continues this is going to escalate. She squeezes her knees together, feeling that she's getting wet, Is that what I want? Deep down she realizes that the thought of her friends touching her body is a pleasant one, Should I sit beside them? Or in one of their laps? Dwayne, I know he'd like it, and he's very handsome. Sam, sweet Sam, sitting in his lap would make his day. And Will has always been so nice.

As she tries to decide, one final thought goes through her mind, If I loose this next round, I'll be naked, She swallows the lump in her throat, every time she pulls her eyes off of one man, they drift inexplicably to the crotch of another.