Taking Your Top Off

Out of the blue, Chad asked "Hey Elliot, how about letting us see your goods?"

"The fuck?!" I exclaimed.

"Chad, you don't ask a girl that!" said Phil.

"What? It's just a little favor to her new roommates. Besides, she got to see Jack's junk earlier."

"All three of you seeing me exposed when all I saw was one of you exposed, when I wasn't even asking or wanting to see, isn't exactly fair." I argued.

"Well then why don't we show off all of stuff and then you can show off yours."

"I don't want to show off my penis." said Jack.

"You already have." said Chad.

"I don't want to expose myself either." said Phil.

"Fine then." Chad said, getting up and unzipping his pants. "We'll only show off our underwear." He then proceeded to pull down his pants and revealing his boxers. "Unless every one of you is chicken."

"Deal, then." I shouldn't have fallen into his provocation, I wasn't even interested in looking at their underwear, but I guess the **** made me rash and easy to challenge. "You show me your underwear, and I'll show mine." It's not like it'd be any different than showing them what I'd look like in a swimsuit, right?

"Wha-?" Phil said, surprised at my agreement.

"We-well if it's okay..." Jack said, and he got up to pull down his shorts to reveal his boxers.

"Come on, man. Don't let us down on this! You know you want to see too!" Chad said to Phil.

Phil nervously looked around, got up, and, either because of peer pressure or his own desires, pulled down his pants, revealing that he wore briefs and had a bulge in his underwear. Looking at the three of them, they weren't exactly the most attractive bunch, but I did feel a little flushed looking at three guys in their underwear.

"Okay, deal's a deal!" Chad looked at me eagerly.

"Alright." I got up, and as I reached for my pants, I remembered that I was wearing a thong. That would have been a lot more revealing then a bikini bottom. Though I felt a little tipsy, I was able to think of excuse in my head not to pull down my pants, so I just grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. The guys got a good look at my bra, black and a bit lacey, all of them transfixed with my C cup chest. I then sat down.

"Hey, wait, what about the rest?" whined Chad.

"You only showed off one piece of underwear, so I did the same." I replied.

"Fine, then if we just take off our shirts then you'll take off your pants?"

Shoot. The bit of soberness I still had didn't let me think that far ahead. Well I could still just refuse to go any further even if they did take off any more clothes and end it right there. "No, you'll have to find something else to make me strip some more." I saw Chad putting his hand on his chin, thinking, and I realized the way I said it implied that it wasn't ending there.