Play Poker

"Let's play poker: we bet spoons of ice-cream, the loser has to eat that many and whoever throws up first looses." Anna said, but Jean looked grossed out.

"Ew, no!" She declared, crossing her arms under her D-cup breasts.

"Well do you have a better idea?" Anna asked, hands on hips.

"Actually..." Jean replied, in that moment having a brilliant idea and facing squarely something she had been unwilling to confront until this god sent opportunity presented itself... "we could play poker, but let's change the stakes a bit: why don't we play 'strip poker': whoever winds up naked first has to do whatever the other one says until the end of the day." Jean finished.

"Uuhh..." Anna said, at last to confront her own emotions and the reason she has had such a hard time with her best friend for the past five years... "Okay." She finished after a good minute and a half of internal conflict, emotion at last winning out over upbringing.