So I was sitting there, the way I always am, but at least I had some company. My brother Mark was there, and he'd brought a couple of his friends. A black guy named Tony and a guy who looked Irish, all red hair and freckles, named Cal. That was short for Callahan, I found out, since his first name was Toby and he hated it. I'd never met either of them before, but it was cool. They were all about 20 and going to the junior college. I'd just turned 18 and I was still in high school, which seemed ridiculous to me. I couldn't wait to graduate. Mom and Dad were out of town for a wedding, which was the main reason Mark and his friends had come by. Raiding my dad's liquor cabinet was a lot cheaper than buying it.
"So how do you play this?" I asked.
"You never played poker, Kelly?" Tony grinned at me. He was pretty cute, not really tall, but nice looking with his chocolate skin and white teeth. A real outgoing personality too, sort of a friendly guy and I liked that a lot.
"Nope," I shrugged. "I can play cribbage though."
"Cribbage?" Mark laughed. "This is poker night! Everybody bring your money?"
"Money?" I stared at him.
"Well, you gotta have money," Cal laughed. "That's the point."
"Ahhh..." I rolled my eyes. "I got better things to do with my money than give it to you guys." I started pushing myself from the table.
"It's not real money, just nickels and dimes," Tony smiled at me. "Don't leave."
"Wellll..." I shrugged. "I'll try a little."
We were all drinking, the guys more than me. It was fun though, sitting there and trying to figure out what I was doing. One of the guys would help me figure out how much to bet, or if I should fold or whatever. They were trying to be honest too, it seemed like, because I was winning. I had like ten dollars in nickels, dimes, and quarters in front of me and it was funny.
"Well, shoot. I guess we'd better get serious," Mark said, looking at the big pile of coins in front of me, and the little ones in front of him and his friends. "No more help for Kelly. She's on her own now."
"That's fine," I giggled. "I'll beat the pants off you guys anyway!" I was feeling pretty smart right then.
"Beat the pants off us?" Cal grinned and Tony laughed with him. "We'll see, we'll see."
And sure enough, eventually my luck started turning. Tony won a bunch of hands, with Cal and Mark winning enough to stay in the game. We were all getting a little buzzed, not really drunk, but just relaxed. I was sitting between Cal and Tony and they'd both moved their chairs a little closer, just a fraction every once in awhile, and before I knew it they were right next to me, the both of them.
"Hey!" I laughed. "You guys are cheating!"
"No we're not!" Tony protested. "We're just sitting here."
"Yeah, Kelly, come on," Cal touched me on my shoulder, giving me a little rub and I grinned at him.
"You're just trying to see my cards."
It didn't really occur to me that they might be trying to see something else too. I'm a pretty girl, I know that, with a cute face and a nice body. A real nice body, seriously toned, even buff you might say because I get a serious workout everyday. My ass is nice and pert and solid, believe me, I'm proud of my butt and I work it to death. My breasts are nice too, firm but pretty large and I was a little self-conscious about them actually, since they were 34D cups. In high school big is good, but bigger is sort of weird. I have blonde hair that's sorta long, I guess. Mostly I keep it in a ponytail, but that night it was loose. And blue eyes, not dramatic blue or anything, but friendly blue.
And that's me all over, really. I'm friendly and everybody likes me, but my problem is that I have really bad legs. In fact, I don't have any legs at all hardly, which sucks even worse than you might think. It happened when I was seven, riding my bike and ending up under a truck. No use crying over it eleven years later though, I did plenty of that before. So, now you know I'm an amputee, with a great body, a pretty face, and no boyfriend ... Because for some reason, boys just don't really want to get serious with a girl in a wheelchair.
So, I was sort of innocent too. I mean, I'd never really had a boyfriend or anything, as I just explained. I wasn't exactly shy myself, but I was far from outgoing and I think I intimidated most guys anyway. Even the guys I was playing poker with that night. At first they'd been nervous, sort of like they were walking on egg shells around me, but their drinking and my determination to have good time got them over that quickly enough.
Maybe too quickly, I thought as it did finally dawn on me that by trying to look at my cards, Tony and Cal were getting a pretty good eyeful down my loosely buttoned blouse.
"Okay, okay," I grinned. "Move back over, you guys. Come on ... I want to win some of your money back."
They laughed and joked, they even moved a little and I still wasn't winning. But finally I had a good hand, a really good one, and it was right on time too. I was down to my last quarter, which I'd just thrown into the pot for the ante thing.
Mark had the bet and he threw in a dime, which Tony matched and then bumped to a quarter. I just looked down at the empty table and then at the three jacks in my hand.
"Can I borrow a quarter from somebody?" I asked innocently and they all laughed at me. "I'm serious, come on!"
"You can't borrow a quarter, Kelly!" Mark grinned. "You have to play with your own money."
"But I don't have any more. Please?" I looked around, batting my eyes and making a puppy dog face, but it was no use.
"Nope. You're out of money, you're out of the game, that's how it works," Cal said.
"Well ... Maybe..." Tony started saying and I smiled at him. "You got anything worth a quarter? You know, something to throw in?"
"Ummm..." I thought about it. "I have my earrings," I said. "They're worth way more than a quarter though."
"Don't bet those Kell," Mark shook his head.
"Well, you guys wouldn't really keep them, if I lost..." I looked around. "Would you?"
"I would," Mark said seriously, because he was sorta like that.
"I bet you would," I frowned.
"Aw, she's out," Cal decided. "Let's play ... My bet?"
"Wait, hold on ... How about um, my top?" I said, giggling nervously, but being serious. "Like strip poker, right?"
"You played strip poker before?" Tony grinned at me.
"Well no! But I've heard of it," I said. "Come on. My top, okay?"
"For a quarter?" Mark stared at me.
"Mmmm ... Can I get like a little change or something for it?" I asked them.
"No way," Cal grinned. "All clothes are a quarter except socks ... You wearing socks?"
"No!" I laughed at him and he turned bright red, but I wasn't offended or anything.
"Okay, so Kelly's clothes are worth a quarter." Mark said, "Okay?"
"Yeah sure," Tony nodded, looking at his cards like he was cool.
"Okay," Cal nodded as well.
"Alright then, umm ... Do I have to take it off now?" I asked.
"You gotta pay the pot, Kelly," Tony grinned and they all watched as I sighed and took off my blouse, exposing the plain white bra cupping my large breasts.
I folded it up and put it in the center of the table. "Okay, I'm in."
I tried to ignore the guys' looks, but I felt a little funny sitting there in my bra. I kept my cards close to my chest and brushed a long strand of blonde hair out of my eyes, trying to be brave as I returned their stares.
"Okay. To me?" Cal licked his lips. "I'm ... I'm in ... and uh, I'll raise it a quarter."
"What?" I stared at him and he giggled.
"Wait your turn," he smiled at me.
Of course everyone stayed in, Mark and then Tony, tossing in their money and Tony even raised another quarter, so it was fifty cents to me!
"This isn't fair!" I said, looking at them with pursed lips.
"Fifty cents, Kell," Mark leaned back.
That's uh ... Hmmm..." Tony chuckled. "Your bra and shorts, I guess. If you wanna stay in the game."
"I don't like you guys anymore," I said, frowning as I looked at my cards again. Three jacks, an eight and a two. And we still had the draw coming. "Underwear has to be worth more than regular clothes, come on."
"Well, we agreed..." Cal started, but Tony held up his hand.
"That's fair," he nodded, looking around. "Underwear is ... personal," he said with a straight face, but then he burst out laughing and even I had to smile at him.
"How about, okay, fifty cents for underwear then ... but that includes panties too." Mark looked at me and I nodded as we all agreed that was fair.
"Okay, hold on a sec..." I put my cards face down and made funny faces at them for a few seconds while I worked my panties off, pulling them out front under the long skirt I wore with a grin.
"Oh, she can't do that!" Cal protested, but Tony just laughed and nodded and Mark just shrugged. "You can't do that, you gotta like take stuff off in order."
"What?" I laughed at him. "How do you know I don't put my dress on before I put on my panties?"
"Well..." He looked down, grumbling because I hadn't shown him my tits.
But I was sitting there with no panties on, and it was a little embarrassing putting them on the table. I mean, they were clean, you know, but they were my little pink panties with a little white bow on the front and ... It was weird. It was also exciting, which was really strange. There I was, an 18 year old high school virgin, playing strip poker with three college guys ... Yikes! I kinda liked it.
I wouldn't have admitted that in a hundred thousand million years though.
.... There is more of this story ...