Just once, on a dark and stormy night.

The following Friday, I was getting dinner with Elizabeth. We were having sandwiches and coffee, and chatting about plans for the future. It was a favorite topic. The sun hadn't set yet, through the clouds, although it was nearly seven o'clock, and we were eating out on the porch of a restaurant close to a shopping center. I remember that Elizabeth was wearing a modest floral sundress with sandals, and her hair up in a becoming way.

When who should walk our way, but Talia, leading Rachel behind her with an armful of crafting supplies. I hadn't seen either of them in a couple of weeks, scheduling conflicts, but I could still see clearly in my mind the way they had looked then. Naked, panting...I shook the image out of my mind.

Talia had on a tight top, but she had opted for a bra today. She was wearing absurdly short shorts, which started low and ended high. A decent amount of her midriff was on display.

Rachel was wearing black from head to toe, impractical for late summer. Dark leather boots, black jeans, and a black v-neck top that exposed her somewhat bony chest. To top it, she was wearing a denim jacket. Her purple hair was faded white at the tips, and showing dark roots.

They joined us, and we talked until dark. They were planning on building a model airplane, or something. I never quite got the details of why. Both women were absolutely glowing, and flirted shamelessly with Elizabeth, who spent much of the night blushing. Under the table, Talia played footsie with me.

Before too long, the check came, and Talia invited us to her place. She knew that her folks weren't home, so we could raid the liquor cabinet and, in her words, "keep the party going."

With a brown drink in my hand, and I cuddled up with Elizabeth on the couch. This room had been the recent stage of so much erotically charged moments, I felt like I had led a lamb into the lions den. Talia made certain that everyone's drinks stayed full, and soon we all had a good buzz going. Rachel joined us on the couch, and pressed her small body close to Elizabeth, who didn't move away.

Then, the phone rang. "Who is it?" Talia answered. "Yes, oh yes. He's here. You what? Just come over here. Elizabeth's here too. Bring booze." Click.

Pretty soon, it started to rain, and Amy joined us. Her dark top was soaked to her skin, her red hair matted to her head, and she was holding a six pack of something and shivering. Like Talia, her top left her toned abs exposed.

Talia offered her something strong to warm her up, and Elizabeth suggested that she change into dry clothes.

"I have a better idea. Let's play strip poker!"

My heart leapt. Me, alone, with four beautiful women. I had feared these days were behind me.

"What's the forfeit if you lose?" Rachel asked eagerly.

"How about, the first two loser have to put on a show for the rest of us. We'll leave the details up to them."

I looked at Elizabeth, who promptly swallowed her drink and agreed, to my lasting surprise. Amy gave her shivering assent from under a blanket.