The Game Continues (recap & next round)

You glance anxiously between your pair of eights, your opponents, and the growing pile of discarded clothes behind Sarah. With the exception of Miranda, everyone's shoes are off. In exchange for keeping her white sandals, her panties are lost somewhere in the pile beneath Nicole's. Your shirt, Matt's jeans, and Sarah's tank top hide the indecent garments from view, and on top of those rest three pairs of socks. Not one sock remains on anyone's foot.

With Tom gone, you at least know that your sister can lose one more time without having to show anything **** - though the fact that the only remaining "safe" option is her red button-up blouse leaves a bad taste in your mouth. On the other hand, if Miranda loses three more times, then the most beautiful girl in the world will finally bare it all before your unworthy mortal eyes. And not that you'd tell Matt, but it would be a treat if Sarah had to free her big tits from their scarlet prison, or shimmy her ass out of those skinny jeans.

For now, you think as you lay down your hand, the reward outweighs the risk.

As your cards hit the floor, your focus is on Nicole's, and you almost sigh in relief when you see her pair of threes. As the others play their hand, it becomes clear Sarah is the loser with a worthless hand. Matt looks you in the eye and chuckles as he tosses out a single ace. You've won, his girlfriend lost.

Sarah gives you a cheeky look. "What's it gonna be, John?" she asks casually.

You fold your arms, caught up in a genuine internal debate for a few seconds. As your eyes wander innocently, you try not to let them stick on any one part of Sarah's body, conscious of the fact that her boyfriend, your sister, and Miranda are all awaiting your decision. "I think..." you begin confidently. The facade quickly falls to pieces, and you cough awkwardly. "Maybe it's time we, uh...step it up a bit. Right?"

"Whatever you fuckin' want, man," Matt assures you. "It's all for the game."

"All for the game," Sarah repeats, stretching her arms above her head and wiggling her chest enticingly.

"All for the game," you recite, giving yourself just enough of a confidence boost to reach behind your best friend's girl and feel out her bra strap with your fingers. After a few more seconds, you manage to undo the clasp, and Sarah sits still to allow you to lift her bra up above her head. Her breasts bounce as you remove the garment, the first of the night to swing free in her living room. No tan lines are visible on her golden chest, and even her nipples somehow give off an aura of pride.

"Well fucking done!" she praises.

You titter nervously, annoyed at your complete lack of composure. "Had to happen eventually," you say, adding her bra to the pile.

"Damn right it did!" Matt adds. "And man am I glad my girl's the first to let it all hang out tonight!"

Everyone laughs as Sarah turns back to him. "It's not 'all hanging out' just yet. I've still got pants. Meanwhile, yours are over there, and the other girls managed to lose their panties a while ago."

Nicole scoffs. "'Managed'? You took mine!"

"All for the game!"