Page 16 of The Shared Game

“C’mon, c’mon.” Kevin kept shuffling before dealing a fresh hand.

I joined him at the table, my breasts spilling everywhere as I sat back down.

With the cards in our hands and grins on my face and Kevin’s, it was clear who had lost.

“Ready? On three!” Kevin called out.

We slammed our cards enthusiastically down, revealing a nine and an eight, while Aaron sheepishly showed his two.

“Look at that, you finally won a hand!”

“I knew I would.” He sat back, looking awfully proud for someone completely naked. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Are you speaking to me, or Paisley?”

“Both of you. I’m in for a treat.” He rubbed his hands together and shuffled his chair back as if to create a better vantage point.

“What do you mean? We can already see everything about you, literally.” Aaron protested, possibly stalling for time.

“Yeah, but I’m not ashamed of anything. Are you?” Turning to me, he repeated, “Are you?”

I met his arrogant stare with my own. Without thinking or hesitating, I undid the clasp on my bra and slipped it off.

“Nope.” I threw it onto the gaming table triumphantly.

Their stares said it all.

I’d always been proud of my breasts. They were more than big enough to attract attention, but they hadn’t fully succumbed to gravity yet. They weren’t as perky as when I was younger, but watching their reaction, you might have thought they’d discovered the lost treasure we were looking for in the last game.

I took a moment to massage them. To feel the weight of them in my palms, to lift them higher and press them together and do all of the things I’d seen every porn star do that seemed to make men rock hard.

When I’d decided I’d teased them long enough, and that we were all way past the point of no return, I turned to Aaron.

“Your turn.”

Eight - Aaron

Kevin was naked, and looking more tempting than he had any right to be. Paisley’s breasts were out, and they were even more impressive than I thought they were going to be. So impressive that I had no hope of stopping or covering my awkward erection. Worse, I was about to reveal it.

How had Kevin stayed so cool? He was lounging back in his chair, hitting me with that expression that was way too confident for someone who’d lost the game and was now completely naked. Why wasn’t he hard? The atmosphere was so charged between the three of us that I’d been unable to stop my arousal, unable to prevent my cock from getting so hard it was painful.

In many ways, it was the natural order of things. I was hoping that was how they would see it. I hoped Paisley would be flattered. I also hoped Kevin might think something similar or, at the very least, see it as an opportunity to push the night further.

There were no rules right now. We were simply playing a silly card game that had resulted in nudity. That didn’t necessarily mean that something sexual might happen, however much it was implied. But my hard cock jutting out from me certainly pointed things in that direction.

“Enough stalling, Aaron. Whip it out."

I’d been in my own head too long. Paisley was getting impatient.

“Yeah, we’ve got everything on show here. Time to join us.” Kevin crudely gestured towards his cock, sending a fresh jolt of arousal right toward mine, making me harder and the problem worse.

“It’s just that I’m….” I bit my lip. I glanced at the two of them. I stared at the door, wondering if I could run past them both and out of it before they noticed the embarrassing bulge in my underwear.

“Nervous?” Paisley offered helpfully.

“Hard?” Kevin added.

“Both.” I sighed, my shoulders slumped, my secret out.