Zoe vs. Mark

Unlike Zoe and Mark’s first two matches which had resulted in one of the two being skunked this match was living up to the hype so to speak. Zoe had won the eye to eye and immediately proceeded to make the first four shots she took before cooling off majorly. Mark through his next few turns showed off his prowess quickly evening it back but and then knocking Zoe down to her last cup.

All the while the trash talk between the two players was just as intense as the gameplay.

“Are you wearing that bright orange thong again? Cause I’m looking forward to seeing you have to take it off in a few minutes.”

“It’s a good thing you’ve got all that football conditioning in. It’s gonna be a long run through that field and all the way back to your dorm.”

Mark was relieved to see that Chrissy was also starting to relax as the game wore on. While she still kept her tits covered, she had stopped hunching over and was now casually leaning against the table next to Anna. She’d even removed the hand from covering her snatch and was nursing her beer.

“Fuck me!” Zoe yelled as yet again she missed both of her shots. She’d well and truly lost her touch.

“I mean if you insist.” Mark joked retrieving the balls. “But after everyone sees you at the bonfire there might be a few other takers.”

He lined up his shot and knew it was in the second it left his hand. Zoe could only groan.

“Ya know if he makes this one it’s all over. No rebuttal.” It was Chrissy commenting from the sidelines.

Zoe did her best to distract Mark by waving her hands over the cup. But to no avail. His shot went in and sealed her fate.

“Well good game Rodgers. I guess I’ve met my match. You win.” Zoe said extending her hand. Mark shook it.

It took Zoe no time to comply with the conditions of her loss. She didn’t even wait for someone to make a joke. She quickly pulled her T-Shirt off revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. With her perky medium sized tits on display she started to in button her jeans.

Mark was trying to keep his hard on in check in his pants. He had forgotten just how perky Zoe tits were. Perkier than even Tiffany. With the benefit of bing slightly larger.

Not wasting any time stripping down in stages Zoe removed her jeans and underwear at the same time. Stepping out of them she threw her hands in the air and did a twirl. Mark was again treated to the memories of her heart shaped ass during her naked lap months ago. It was small but perfect for her tiny frame. He noticed that she had also kept her thin dark landing strip.

“Alright.” The newly naked girl asked the group. “Which first? The championship or the battle of the naked chicks?”