Strip Poker

“Strip Poker,” Gillian said matter-of-factly. She held up a deck of cards that she had pulled from one of the backpacks. Your jaw dropped to the floor. In addition to being a hermit socially, she had always seemed a bit prudish. She was always dressed in sweat pants or loose fitting jeans. She preferred sweatshirts and thick sweaters. Even that first week of September, when the temperature had been in the nineties, she had worn baggy long sleeved blouses. On those occasions when she used her room to tutor you, you noticed that there was nothing that would have even hinted at her not being a prim and proper woman.

She grabbed you by the arm. Gillian led you to the blanket. You resisted just long enough to grab each of you another beer. Cindy had already sat down between the two jocks and was sipping from the beers they held up for her. Linda had taken the spot next Kevin. You sat down opposite Cindy. Gillian sat to your left. Gillian took a drink from the beer you gave her and shuffled the cards.

You smiled absently as Gillian dealt the cards. You figured that you had a better than average chance of winning and claiming whatever prize that went with it. Even if you lost, you doubted that there would have been much of a penalty. You figured the worst thing that could have happened was that you would have to run home wearing nothing but a big smile and bigger hard on. There were common showers in the dorm and at the gym so the jocks would most likely have ignored you. Watching as they concentrated on the girls would be most entertaining, even if they didn’t let you participate. Having grown up together, you and Linda had seen each other naked often enough that it was no big deal. Linda was likely to use you to embarrass Cindy. Even if she doesn’t, you’ll have seen Cindy naked. Likewise Cindy would probably try to use you against Linda. You just weren’t sure whether she would try to steal her “boyfriend” or simply have you fuck Linda’s brains out.

The only question was Gillian. You didn’t know what to think of her. The fact that she had been the one who had suggested the game of strip poker suggested that she would want more than just a peek at someone’s equipment. You looked at her as you considered that she may pass up the studs and decide you were the one to take. She was a rather plain looking woman. The fact that she wore coke bottle glasses and kept her stringy red hair in a tight bun didn’t help any. The loose bulky clothes she wore hid her figure. However, you owed her a lot for her help. Satisfying her desires would be a small way to say thank you. Besides, there could be a rather attractive figure under the garments she had on. There could easily be a sex demon lurking in that nerd, just waiting to ravish any and every man she came across.

You felt the tension of exams flow out of you in anticipation of what was about to happen. You had no doubt that you would enjoy it…the only question was HOW?