A Formerly Shy Person Ch. 03

Rob returned, "I made Banana-Lime this time. But we're out of booze."

"I'm sure it'll be enough stud," was Kristi's response. It was accompanied by an ass swat as he walked by.

He filled our glasses and his, though other than a sip, I didn't drink any more that night. It was good, but I was worried I wouldn't be.

Rob did pushups, and managed a staggering 53. I was able to do 23 of my own, and Kristi did 20. That wasn't enough. Rob had won.

Before Rob could demand any clothing, Kristi pulled off one of her socks and gave them back to him. "Take them then." He took them smiling in victory. If I was him, I'd have asked us to take off our dresses. I started taking of my own socks, but Kristi stopped me. Rob and I both looked at her questioningly. "We only have to do half of what he does, remember, like the drinking game." I stayed mute, wondering how she thought he'd actually go with that.

"Um."

"So let's see if you can do this." Kristi pulled me back to my feet, my arms noticing the burn of use. "We'll be right back," Kristi said, as she led me out of the room and down to the garage.

We returned a minute later with two hula-hoops. We kept them going to a full minute, before we passed them over to Rob. He kept it up for two minutes, and we rose again. I realized, as did Kristi, that Rob was in fairly good shape. He was, ultimately, able to outlast Kristi, which meant both of us under the rules Kristi had laid out. Rob remembered that much.

I handed him a sock. He took it smiling, "You have boootiful feet Susan."

We went back and forth through a range of activities and tricks over the next 45 minutes. At that point, Rob was in back in his t-shirt and only missing his socks. He also had our socks and Kristi's sweater.

Our next feat involved saying a tongue twister.

Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread. Spread it thick, say it quick! Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread. Spread it thicker, say it quicker! Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread. Don't eat with your mouth full!

Rob only made it to the first second 'Spread' before messing up. We did realize, you see, that for us to win, we'd have to take advantage of his drinking handicap. I, personally, felt no guilt.

"Rob, I'd like your bathing suit."

"Kristi, my shirt is next."

"No, we agreed we could ask for any piece of clothing we wanted."

Rob had another long drink and pulled stood, pulling down his jeans. He stood there, his legs looking nice as they emerged from his black nylon shorts. Also trying to emerge was, well, you know what was happening.

"Hurry up Robby," was Kristi's prompt. She said it so sweetly and lovingly though, that he swallowed and followed along. He pulled down his bathing suit, standing there in his shirt, and a pair of white underwear. He then quickly pulled up his jeans, stealing my view of my first hard cock pressing against some tight white underwear.

Rob, though, won the next two rounds, first asking for his suit back, though he didn't put it on, and then he demanded Kristi's bathing suit. She merely reached up under her skirt and pulled of the bottoms, showing Rob, and I, unfortunately, absolutely nothing. She had another long sip of her drink too, I noticed.

Rob won the next round and asked for the rest of her bikini. His jeans were strained, and my lips were wet (both of them). My tongue was pinched between my teeth as I took in the view and the situation. Kristi's breasts were gorgeous against her tight tiny body. They were fairly perky, despite their size, and her nipples were amazingly perfect little mounts that, I admit, I wanted to touch and kiss. I resisted though.

The next round saw Rob getting creative in his drunken state. He went and grabbed his digital camera, sat it on Kristi's desk, and set the self timer. He then walked to the opposite side of the room and took a photo of his whole body - as he pointed out. Kristi didn't want to have any photos of her nudity on a camera, and we lost that round. Rob laughed, sure in his certain victory.

"Now for your bathing suit Susan."

I slipped it off under my dress, passing it to him, hoping that he wouldn't notice how wet the crotch was. He didn't. He just smacked his forehead saying, damn, I thought you'd have to take off your dress to do that.

Success was ours, as we won back Kristi's bathing suit, then my own, then his shorts again. He won, what were to be our final two rounds, but for one, and laughed as he requested the return of (imagine him all proud here) of both pieces of Kristi's black bikini.

Kristi returned it, laughing, and covered her breasts self-consciously. "I think we should stop now, and maybe go in the hot-tub. It's almost midnight, after all."

"I need one more chance to win your skirt sexy," was Rob's reply.

Kristi and I agreed. I think I actually supported Rob, though, hoping we'd lose rather than win. I wanted to see Kristi naked a lot. A real lot.

Kristi and I both did the splits. It was all over, for Rob, and Kristi asked for, and received, the return of her bikini top.

"OK. It's over. Hot tub time." Rob stood, "Can you toss me my trunks?"

Kristi, laughter in her voice, refused, "It was agreed that the winner of each piece of clothing got to keep it."

"But what am I supposed to wear in the hot tub?"

"You've got my bikini bottoms or your white underwear. But you know the rules, only bathing suits in the hot tub so that the filter doesn't cog."

"But."

"Have another drink and meet us out there."

Kristi led me downstairs and onto the deck at the back. We pulled off the cover of the hot-tub, releasing steam into the cool night air. I stripped off under my dress, pulling my bathing suit back on, still tipsy enough, but also secure enough, that in this light, not much would be visible. Kristi pulled on Rob's shorts, and we both stepped into the warm water. She in her bikini top and his shorts, and me in my old black suit.

Rob came outside a couple minutes later with and empty pitcher dripping the last of the margarita into his throat. He was wearing Kristi's bikini bottoms, and his hard cock was outlined, surprisingly clearly in the fabric. He'd pulled it sideways to keep it covered, and it pushed the fabric out tightly. When he climbed clumsily into the water with us, I saw that it was pulled tight against his tush, and was starting to pull up between his cheeks. It was cute and hot at the same time.

We talked for a while, soaking the night away. Kristi got up at one point and turned the lights over the deck. The kitchen lights, "weren't bright enough and I was getting a headache." I didn't think much of it until I had to go pee for the 3rd time that night. I was halfway across the deck when I realized that in light this bright, the crack of my ass would be clearly visible through the thin fabric.

As though she'd been waiting for the pause in my step showing my sudden awareness of my vulnerability, Kristi spoke. "Could you bring out a tray with some water on it for us?"

"Sure," I called over my shoulder, preferring to not turn around just at that moment.

As I sat on the toilet, my suit down at my ankles, I frantically fingered myself, stopping only when I heard Kristi call, "Are you OK? You've been 10 minutes."

I ashamedly let her know I was fine, and, washing my hands, came back out to the deck. As I reached the tub, fully aware that my nipples and pussy were almost certainly visible through the old seamless bathing suit if only my arm and hand weren't carefully placed Kristi, damn her, said, "Don't forget the water" I was forced to return to the kitchen, pour three glasses of water, put them on a tray, and walk back out. I realized as I reached the deck that I needed both hands to hold the tray. I had nothing to cover myself with.

My nipples were hard, pushing clearly against my suit. The fabric between my legs clung to my lips, outlining them for any that cared to look.

Kristi took her water, but Rob needed prompting and then I had the problem of where to put the tray. Rob and Kristi both stared at me the entire time. I just about came right there out on the deck. Being seen like this, by someone I knew, was unbelievable arousing to me.

Kristi told me, "Don't bother getting back in, we're getting out and can all put the cover back on together."

She smiled at me, winking, knowing how much I loved being exposed like this. I couldn't help but notice though, that when they got out of the hot tub, Rob and Kristi were both wearing their proper bottoms again. Kristi looked awesome, and Rob looked engorged. He was so drunk, though, that I'm not sure he realized I was staring. But he kept staring at me.

We managed to get the cover on and all walked inside. Kristi passed each of us a towel and we dried off, agreeing to retire for the evening.

***

I listened to the sounds of laughter, a bed bumping against the wall, and a whimper-like noise for about twenty minutes. I'd changed out of my wet suit, hanging it over a chair, and pulled on my camisole and panties. As I listened, I pinched my nipples and stroked my belly. I cupped my breasts, and fingered my pussy. I arched my back at the same time I heard Kristi's whimper. I could imagine her biting her lip trying to remain quiet.

While I was no longer tipsy, I was thirsty. I decided to visit the kitchen for some water after I washed up a bit in the bathroom.

Down in the kitchen, as I drank my second glass of water, Kristi surprised me. She was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants - covered in little hearts with faces - and nothing else. She seemed surprised to see me, but didn't cover up. Instead she ran to me and gave me a big hug.

"Oh my God, thank you. Rob was hard and so turned on. We didn't talk at all, and he couldn't stop kissing me. Thank you!"

"Please don't thank me, um...this is embarrassing."

"Why?" She hugged me again, and her nipples against my chest, separated only by the thin camisole, started my arousal again."

"Um. Because, I guess, because I get excited being seen. And seeing him. And You. And everything."

"Bah...it's good for all of us, and I'm not worried about him leaving me for you or anything. It's fun. And harmless. And I liked it all too. And I've got an idea for the morning. And a way to thank you now."

I gulped, not sure if I could take much more.

"I want to show you something." Kristi took my hand and I admired her back, and shoulders, and neck In the dim light they glowed like the moon.

"Rob is passed out now, completely out. Just be quiet ok. But I want to show you what I've fallen in love with."

I didn't know what to think, and I certainly didn't expect to see what I saw.

Rob lay there, on his back, one leg bent and his right foot resting against his left knee. His arms were spread out to the side. He was naked. And on top of the covers. I caught my breath and just stared. I started at his feet and worked my way up his toned legs. When I reached his penis and testicles, hell, his cock and balls, I couldn't go farther. They were the first I'd seen live, ever, and I was intrigued.

Kristi whispered, "Isn't it, and he gorgeous?"

I didn't have any words, and just nodded.

She pulled on my hand after a minute or so and led me back to my room.

"Thank you," were my first words as she closed the door.

Kristi whispered back at me her plan for the morning.

I didn't sleep a wink.

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