Strip Game Addicts Ch. 04

John Benson was quite tired that day, it was cold and dreary, overcast and clammy, if anything brought him down and impeded his energy, it was bad weather, he was hoping that it wouldn't get any worse than this and rain when he heard a greeting come from behind him.

"Hi John." He heard a feminine voice calling out to him, he turned around to see that it was Emily, a tomboyish girl his age sporting short-styled black hair, wearing a big, baggy hoodie and ripped jeans, who happened to be John's next door neighbor.

Emily liked John, more than he knew in fact; she had a big crush on him, and despite most people, Emily's opinion of John was not lessened when she learned of his "habit".

On the contrary, Emily was one of the few people who seemed to enjoy playing strip games with John, and oddly enough, she was the only person who came close to having an even loss ratio as him, possibly due to her crush on him, not that he knew anything about it.

While he had intimate knowledge of her, John didn't think anything of it, usually, a strip game was usually an effective way of creating a sexual tension afterwards, especially when the losing player had to do a forfeit, it was very hard to come up with anything that wasn't sexual, John could only think of such cases when someone wanted something very specific from him, or were using it vindictively to get back at him for something.

As such, he was very accustomed to performing sexual acts when he lost, and even demanding them in the rare cases where he won.

"Oh, hi Emily." John's mood seemed to lose its edge a bit, he liked hanging out with Emily, even when there was no prospect of strip games on the horizon, she was just fun to be around.

"Weather got you down again?" Emily asked, hitting the bullseye right from the start.

"Yeah, just can't seem to muster any energy." His answer still carried a touch of bitterness, despite his attempt to sound cheerful.

"Mind if I tag along?" Emily skipped her way up to him, matching her pace to his and slowing down to a walk next to him.

"Not at all." He responded.

The walk back was quiet at first, John was wearing a big jacket himself, it was a hand-me-down from his father, but it still did a good job keeping him warm in the cold weather and dry in the rain.

At this time of day, the way back was quite deserted, they lived in a pretty quiet suburb, so there was nary a person in sight of the two, and it seems that was what pushed Emily to consider:

"Hey John, I have an idea," She beamed and turned to tell John "Wanna play a strip game?"

John stopped in his tracks, and so Emily followed suit, he looked around him a bit before making sure "Here?"

"Yeah, well... As we walk back home, to be exact." Emily felt taken aback, not sure about her idea all of a sudden.

"What... Did you have in mind?" Curiosity seemed to be getting the better of John now, as he asked for more details.

"It's simple, really," Emily began explaining her idea, slowly feeling more emboldened as she did "Everytime we pass a telephone pole, we play a game of rock paper scissors, the loser has to take off an article of clothing, and we keep doing that until either one of us is naked, or we reach our places."

John looked at the telephone poles placed sequentially along the road, they was a decent distance between each of them, enough to maybe have few enough poles between here and their houses that, if they won evenly, would make them return home with some of their clothing intact.

Although he didn't show it, John was very excited about doing this idea, even if it sounded like a bad one, his urge to play was beginning to win out.

"Why not." He finally agreed.

"Alright, so let's start." Emily cheered up all of a sudden, as she and John played out their first game, with a paper against rock, it was actually John who won the first round.

"Wow, off to a good start, aren't you?" Emily said with a touch of lamentation in her tone, as she took her shoes and socks off and placed them in her backpack.

The feeling of the pavement beneath Emily's feet was an interesting one, the hard, cold sensation of the stone slabs under her feet made her want to walk faster, even run, but she decided to control the urge to do so.

One other thing John didn't seem to catch on concerning Emily was that she was an exhibitionist, she enjoyed being naked in public settings, and that was the reason her seeing John running around naked made her like him even more, to her, he was living the dream, and he had helped her do so as well on so many occasions, not to mention the few times she actually threw the game herself, just for an excuse to be naked in front of other people.

They continued walking on to the next pole, stopping when they reached it and playing once again, this time with scissors against rock, which was John's loss, likewise, John removed his own shoes and socks and stuffed them in his backpack, continuing to move once again.

At the next pole, the two played the next round, this time it was John who lost, he unzipped his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, and once again placed it in his pack, underneath it was a plain black t-shirt.

At the next pole, Emily lost the game with a rock again, instead of removing her hoodie however, she opted to undo her pants, sliding the tight jeans off her legs and letting them fall to the floor.

From John's perspective, Emily looked like she could've been wearing a pair of shorts underneath her hoodie, which was long enough to hide any unmentionables, Emily proceeded to place her pants into her pack.

Despite being relatively covered, Emily could feel the excitement rising, if she moved too much, the hoodie could hike up and expose her butt to anyone watching, thankfully though, there have been very few people on the way home.

The two walked along to the next pole, passing one of the few people they had met so far along the way, a middle aged jogger who paid the two teens no mind, they had reached the next pole as he passed, and that game produced a tie, scissors against scissors.

"So what now?" John wondered "Do we go to the next pole, or just play again?"

"We keep playing, until one person wins." Emily clarified, and John thought about it for a second, right now it's not an issue, but in the latter rounds this might become more crucial, where having to do the round over might be a problem.

The two played two more rounds, each matching the other in result, forcing the two to play again until one of them won.

Finally, with scissors against scissors John won again, Emily unzipped her hoodie and took it off, revealing a rather snug band shirt, a certain pair of points on the shirt caught John's eyes.

"No bra?" John asked, his eyes transfixed on the small but perky breasts, topped with two clearly stiff nipples struggling against her shirt.

"Don't really need it." She replied, now clearly feeling the thrill of exposure, the shirt was not as long as the hoodie was, so her light blue boyshorts were clearly visible below her shirt.

The next round was quickly settled, with rock against paper, and John losing his shirt, he pulled it off, revealing his bare chest to the cold air.

"You know, we're actually even." Emily commented, and she was right, despite the disparity in their appearance, the two each had two pieces of clothing left, but to Emily, her situation was far more vulnerable; John could skate by with just his underwear, but any lost piece of clothing on her part would expose far more than John would, she couldn't help but think of all that she could be parading if she lost next.

By the time Emily's imagination hit its destination after its wild run, she realized that they were already at the next pole.

And almost as if fate had answered her desire, by way of paper against scissors, Emily lost once again, she felt her stomach flutter and her heart struggling to burst out of her chest, all while trying not to appear too eager.

She decided that she wanted to remove her shirt, she wanted as much exposure as possible, and just the thought of standing out in the street in nothing but her panties made them quite damp, she grabbed the hem of her snug shirt and peeled it off of her goosefleshed skin, revealing the modest yet bouncy A cups underneath, topped with what could be mistaken as pencil erasers, now exposed to the nippy air of winter, Emily felt them ache in a plea to be touched.

Biting her lips, Emily couldn't help but reach up and give her breasts a squeeze, pinching the nipples in the process and trying her best not to get caught up in the pleasure, she could see John mesmerized by the sight of the lithe, sporty young girl in nothing but her knickers.

John himself was beginning to feel the pressure in his own nether regions, his member straining against the tight material of his jeans.

"That was... Bold." John commented on Emily's choice, considering the other would be less revealing "Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"I'd be angry if you did." Emily laughed nervously, tightening her squeeze on her breasts and nipples, not to mention her thighs "But we're almost at the house, so I thought why not?"

John looked down the road, his house was at the end of the block, just after Emily's, John could count maybe four or five more poles, more than enough to get both of them naked, or even perform a forfeit or two, John's eyes once again returned to Emily's near-naked form, he wondered what he would make her do if she did lose a couple more times.

"Um... We should hurry, I'm getting a bit anxious." Emily lied, she was loving this and she wanted to keep the game moving, but there was no way she was revealing that bit, not yet at least, she finally remembered the shirt clutched in her hands, she hurriedly stuffed it in her bag and carried on.

"Yeah... " John nodded and they both continued to the next pole, Emily did not cover herself as they did, the walk felt like a million miles to her, lost in her own thoughts, she wished it could continue a million more.

Reaching the next pole, the two played again, and just as John suspected, they had managed to tie.

"Not the best time." Emily squeaked, once again another lie, she cheered internally as they tied yet again, she was being forced to stand there in her panties, until they could finally reach a win to either side, Emily was so horny she felt her clitoris pop out of its hood, erect and begging for even a single touch to send her over the edge, but not yet.

With the third throw, Emily finally managed to win a round, joy and disappointment mixing within her heart, she would not be naked yet, but she'd be getting closer to seeing John naked.

Without much prompt, John removed his jeans, releasing some of the pressure on his now throbbing cock, only bound by the thin fabric of his boxer shorts, which didn't do too much of a good job as he was clearly pitching a tent.

The jeans went into the bag, and they continued walking for the penultimate time; the next pole was next to Emily's house, and the one after was John's, they were probably going to play until his house.

At the pole, they played yet again, this time there were no ties, it was quick and clean, one single game, rock against scissors, and it was John's loss.

Emily only smiled, and John, swallowing the lump in his throat, knew what he had to do, he slid his boxers down, freeing his stiff shaft from its confines and standing there in the nude, he didn't dare touch it, one touch and he would probably shoot a massive load right then and there.

This time it was Emily who was mesmerized, she felt herself tingling with excitement and arousal, looking at John's naked body and exposed penis, but all she could manage was another bite of her lower lip.

"One more game." Emily whispered to John, who could do nothing but nod, his blood pumping, painfully aware that he was walking completely naked in his own neighborhood, head swimming from the thrill of the game, he almost didn't realize it when he reached the final pole.

The final round, with paper against scissors, was the third loss in a row for John.

"I win." Emily said, almost breathless at this point, John now owed her a forfeit, and there were many things she wanted to make him do, but for now, something simple and quick would probably do "And I want you to stand here and play with yourself."

Defeated, John stood at the curb facing away from his house and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, just the simplest touch caused him to moan, he was already on the edge of exploding, and so he began to move his hand, closing his eyes and pumping away at his aching cock, and as if it wasn't enough, he felt Emily's breasts pressing against his back as she wrapped her hands around him from behind.

"W-what...?" John barely managed before Emily shushed him.

"I won, right? I do what I want." she whispered sweetly into his ear, reaching around to cup his balls and gave them a squeeze, John groaned one final time before releasing his load out onto the street.

When his panting subsided, John's brain finally took control back from his hormones as he realized he was still standing completely naked in broad daylight with cock in hand, he quickly picked up his bag and dashed towards the house, only stopping to turn mid run and say goodbye to Emily, who couldn't help but laugh.

Shutting the door behind him, John quickly ascended the stairs up to his room, still naked, John looked down at his own cock, it was still hard, even though he just came, with his back still again the door, he took it in his hand once again and began beating his meat again.

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Emily watched as John made a dash to his house's door, her eyes transfixed on his ass as he did, when she was sure he was inside and not coming back out, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Now that John was gone, it hit her how horny she was feeling from the game and the exposure, it was always a lot of fun playing with John.

Stepping closer to the batch of sperm John had shot on the asphalt of the road, Emily hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them off, adding them to the rest of her clothes in her own bag, and sat down on the sidewalk.

Laying down on her back and spreading her legs open, Emily's hands began to roam all over her body, toying with her breasts and eventually travelling down, past her trimmed strip of hair and down to her now sopping wet snatch, at first she simply toyed with her erect clitoris, teasing and pinching it as moans of pleasure escaped from her throat, then inserting two fingers into her depths, pumping away as her palm smacked against her clit, driving her over the edge to orgasm, juices running down her legs and onto the sidewalk.

Emily did not know how long she lay there, enjoying the orgasmic bliss she felt before getting up, an impish grin on her face as she walked to her own house, fully satisfied; she was going to remember this game well.

The End