Drinking games.

Veronica snickered as she pulled out a deck of cards.

"Poker," she said, opening the deck. "How much money do you have?"

The three women looked intently at the boy, and he blushed again. The deep red hue of his dark face was charming, and Ann said so.

"I don't think he's got any cash," Beth teased. Ann squeezed his leg again, this time a bit further up. Chris nearly jumped at the close contact the older woman's hand was giving his cock. Indeed, it was coming alive under his pants, even with him so embarassed.

"You know," Ann said, her hand inching a little bit further up Chris' thigh. "We could play drinking poker."

"D..Drinking poker?" Chris stuttered, gulping. He had never had anything to drink before, and couldn't take his eyes off the hand on his thigh. These ladies seemed to be up to something, and his heart began to beat even faster at the thought of it.

"I have some citrus vodka, and some peach shnapps," Veronica said, walking over to a cabinet. Her hips swayed seductively as she went, bent over, and pulled out the bottles.

"What do you say, Chrissy?" Ann said softly, bending forward and practically whispering the words into his ear.

A shudder passed down Chris' body, and he nodded. "I'm up for that," he agreed.

Veronica came back over and delt the cards, handing five to each of the players. Ann didn't move away from Chris, her head inches from his. During the hand, Chris was painfully aware of her nearness, and couldn't concentrate at all. In the end he lost the hand miserably, and all three women giggled as they poured him his first glass.

"Drink up, baby!" Beth laughed musically. "It's gonna be a FUN night!"