Why not? Might as well give the ladies a show, too

Whatever. Showing a little bit of skin was the point of this whole thing, anyway, and most of my friends had already seen me in the buff. Long as Simon behaved like a good bro and kept his eyes on the women, I wasn’t worried.

Talia was wearing Amy’s white bra and underwear when we returned to the living room. Though the two of them weren’t terribly different in their proportions, it was still novel seeing my sensuous, exotic friend’s almost naked body filling out the material of another girl’s most intimate apparel. Talia had slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, so that the tops of her substantial breasts were bulging out, nearly spilling over.

Rachel was still wearing Elizabeth’s 34DD bra, but she had stuffed the cups full of socks. With her tiny frame, Rachel looked cartoonishly top-heavy, prompting a laugh from both Simon and I. She had also put on a semi-transparent pair of Elizabeth’s underwear, which clearly showed the light brown curls of her bush.

Amy had donned Stephanie’s big yellow bra, and though her generously-sized tits weren’t exactly swimming in the empty cups, there was still plenty of room for them to bounce and jiggle when she laughed. Stephanie’s red lace panties fit Amy surprisingly well, given their radically different body types. I guess Stephanie’s shapely hips stretched that fabric almost the exact same amount as Amy’s proudly prominent ass. The bright red and yellow color combination of Stephanie’s underwear only further emphasized the fiery intensity of Amy’s hair.

When Stephanie strutted out next, her golden hair shimmering above Talia’s black bra, my jaw instantly hit the floor. Talia’s tits were a full two cup sizes smaller than Stephanie’s, meaning the already delicate lace bra utterly failed to support those huge pink melons. A landscape of pink, naked flesh squeezed out around the fabric in all directions.

As she strolled towards me, Stephanie’s eyes darted briefly down towards the already granite-hard erection threatening to rip through my borrowed underwear. I watched jealously as Stephanie kept walking, past me, revealing one of Talia’s black g-strings disappearing up her perky round butt.

She plopped down with satisfaction onto Simon’s lap. The poor guy let out an audible moan as his girlfriend’s sexily nude derriere snuggled up against his cock.

But, sexy as Stephanie looked in Talia’s undersized bra, for my money she was overshadowed by Elizabeth. Once considered the “shy, innocent one” of the group, Elizabeth was anything but when she finally emerged from Rachel’s bedroom wearing Rachel’s clothes. The tiny, silver bikini panties she had on just barely covered her pubic hair, and covered even less of her voluptuous ass.

Then there was the shirt. Oh, that evil little shirt. On Elizabeth’s amazingly stacked chest, Rachel’s petite purple shirt was stretched to the physical limit. The thin material hugged against her body more closely than any wet t-shirt contest I had ever seen, and every yummy detail of her big, erect nipples was blatantly staring me in the face. The shirt tried in vain to cover the awesome circumference of her bosom, failing so miserably that the under-curve of each breast was plainly visible.

Stephanie made a point of closing Simon’s mouth for him.

Beneath the tease of that shirt, Elizabeth’s tits looked so great that I too let out an audible moan, just from the visual stimulation. They bounced with every confident step Elizabeth took towards me—until my cock was so unbelievably fucking hard that the head swelled into view above the waistband of my borrowed briefs.

As she sat her sexy body down on the couch beside me, I reflected that it wasn’t just the outfit that made Elizabeth look so hot. It was her confidence. Though usually self-conscious about her beautiful curves, that night she held her head high and showed off her body with pride. I don’t know what prompted the change in Elizabeth, be it the ****, or the ego boost of being selected by Rachel as the hottest girl in the group, but damn if a bit of self-assurance didn’t look good on that girl.

It took every ounce of my willpower to keep my hands off her tits.

The air in the room was saturated with an erotic charge. Though we kept up the façade that we were just “being silly” for about an hour or so, we all knew the real reasons we had decided to strip down to each other’s underwear. The girls wanted an excuse to see the boys naked, the boys (and Rachel) wanted and excuse to see the girls naked, and Talia wanted an excuse to see everyone naked.

It was Amy who started making things more interesting. **** to prove she could out-drink all of us, she had thrown down about three times as much booze as anyone else. When she finally killed the tequila, Amy slammed it victoriously down on the carpet. “I got an idea!” she shouted. “Let’s play spin-the-bottle!”

Amy was so wasted at that point, it sounded more like she said, “Reshaplayspinnadeebotto!” But we still got what she meant. Stephanie hopped off Simon’s lap—revealing an obvious tent in his boxers—and we all sat in a circle on the floor. Amy took it upon herself to go first, and gave the empty bottle a spin: