The Game and the Girl

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This is a new story not related to my other “Crazy” submissions about Melissa, Kristen and the ongoing affair with her father. If you enjoy this one, I will consider writing a continuation, just please leave me a comment to let me know, thank you.

The Game and the Girl

The pulsating tune came blasting from somewhere within the contents of my purse. Abandoning my lips half coated in Revlon Crushed Velvet, my toe snagged the corner of the bed-frame in pursuit of my cell phone. Screaming in pain from my little toe, I went down on my knees and grabbed my foot with both hands. By my head, my phone still played one of my favorite pop songs that I had programmed to play when Zack was calling. Now suddenly it was the most annoying song in the world.

Leaving one hand to attend to my throbbing toe, I knocked the purse over with the other. Rifling through the coupons, sticks of gum and other various contents that cluttered the bag, I found my phone and flipped it open before it the voicemail would pick up.

“Hey,” I said in a less than excited voice.

“What’s wrong?” Zack asked, detecting my frustration in one word.

“I slammed my toe getting to the fucking phone! That’s what’s wrong!” I screamed at him without much thought.

“Ouch, that sucks, you OK?”

“How the hell do I know? It could be broken!” I yelled again.

“Oh man, does it hurt?” he asked.

“Does it hurt? Are you are friggen moron! It’s killing me!!”

“Why are you yelling at me like it’s my fault?” Zack asked innocently.

“Because I wouldn’t have hurt it if you hadn’t called!” I shot back immediately.

“Oh, forgive me, I didn’t know I had to use telepathy now to contact you!” Zack said defensively. The pain in my toe, while still throbbing, was easing a bit now, and bending it with little pain told me that it wasn’t broken. I realized I was probably taking my clumsiness out on him, and decided to change my attitude before I ruined our evening planned together.

“I’m sorry, it just really hurt that’s all, I’ll be fine,” I said in a calmer tone. “I just hope I’m not limping in the heels I’m planning on wearing tonight.”

“Well Jess, you’re toe may not hurt you too much after-all then,” he replied in an uneasy voice.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel, I have to work.”

“What?? What do you mean you have to work? This is your night off!” my blood began to get hot once more.

“One of the guys called in sick, has the flu or something, they need me to cover, I can’t get out of it,” Zack said sounding not nearly as upset as I wanted him to sound.

“Well you GET OUT OF IT!” I screamed again.

“I CAN’T! I ALREADY TOLD YOU!!” he shouted back, raising his voice for the first time. Then calming himself a bit he added, “my sergeant is being an asshole, you want to call him and ask him for me?” he said sarcastically.

“You SUCK, you know that?” I shot at him upset.

“I’m sorry Jess, I’ll make it up to you next week I swear.”

“Whatever,” I moped as I clipped the phone shut.

With my plans blown for the night I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, drowned in disappointment. We had plans to go out to this new restaurant that opened downtown, and then maybe catch a movie. Now my night looked to be shot.

Quickly I thought of an alternative, and grabbed my cell phone again. In seconds I was listening to my friend Kellie’s recorded voice telling me to leave a message. She was out with Eric already; I figured it was too late to catch her.

Over the next few minutes I tried dialing several girlfriends of mine, without any hope. I only got through to Brianna, but she was on her way to a wedding reception for a cousin of hers, and despite her disinterest in it, she was obligated to go.

Facing a night of total boredom, I stared at myself in the mirror above my dresser, and wiped off the lip cream that colored half my lips, then I went into the bathroom to wash my makeup off. Not bothering to change any longer, I went downstairs and found my father in the kitchen. He was busy filling bowls with chips and dips, and taking bottles of liquor out of one of the cabinets.

“Hey Daddy, what are you up to tonight?”

“Oh hey darling,” he smiled, mildly surprised to see me in sweats and a t-shirt this late in the evening, “got a card game tonight. Aren’t you going out with Zack?”

“He has to work,” I pouted.

“Shot you down huh? I’m sorry honey. Why don’t you call one of your friends?”

“Called all of them, they all have plans, so I guess I’m doing nothing tonight,” I said with a look of despair. “You don’t have to do nothing sweetie, do you know how to play cards?” he suggested.

“That’s OK Daddy, I know how you and your friends like to play for money, and I don’t know how to play well enough to be betting,” I said with a sigh.

“You don’t have to use your money Jess, I’ll put it up for you if you like.”

“That’s OK Dad, I’ll just put on a movie or something I guess.”

My dad looked upset to see me in this predicament. Ever since my mother walked out on us bahis firmaları 5 years ago, he knew his little girl was a busy bee. He knew how extremely popular I was in school, and how I was usually always out with either my friends, or my boyfriend Zack. It was like him to try to entertain me if he could.

I went into the living room and clicked on the tube, and began flipping through the channels. I finally settled on a re-run of Road Rules when my father came in from the kitchen.

“Hey Jess, I called my friend Will, and I think I may have a solution to your loneliness tonight,” he said in a hopeful manner. “You remember Will right?”

“I’m not sure Daddy, I’ve met a lot of your friends,” I said. My father had many buddies that worked with him in the firehouse. His friends were the nicest group of guys, and all rather handsome older men. Being firefighters made added to their sex appeal, even if most of them were married and in their 40’s.

My father usually played cards while at the firehouse, but being on temporary leave due to a small injury he had sustained while on the job, many of his friends decided to move the game to his house for the time being.

My father attempted to describe his friend, but he could tell it wasn’t clicking with my memory. “Well Willie’s got a daughter about your age, she’s got nothing to do tonight either, he was thinking of bringing her tonight, maybe you can watch a movie together or something?”

“Oh that’s ok, he doesn’t have to drag his daughter here on my behalf, ” I said.

“He doesn’t mind honey, and I think you two will hit it off, I’ve met her, nice girl,” he added.

I wasn’t sure if I was in the mood to play host to someone I didn’t know. I was dressed for comfort, and I wasn’t about to make a new friend the way I looked. On the other hand however, I could definitely use the company, since I knew my father was probably going to pay little attention to me once his game got started.

“OK Daddy, thanks, it’s cool,” I said with a smile. “Great honey, I hope this makes your night better, and her name is Holly,” he said as he returned to the kitchen.

“Oh Daddy?” I called into the kitchen, “when are they coming?”

“They should be here in about 20 minutes.”

I almost sprang from the couch when he said that. It was like my dad to try to help me in anyway he could. My dad and I had always had a great relationship between us, and our bond only grew tighter when my mother left, but my father failed to realize that women liked to be presentable.

I ran up the stairs taking two at a time with bare feet, my little toe no longer in pain. At the top of the stairs I ran to my room pulling my shirt over my head in the process. Knowing my father was preoccupied with preparations in the kitchen, I didn’t bother to close the door as I searched my drawers for a bra.

Over the next fifteen minutes I got dressed in a nice pair of jeans, and nicer shirt. I ran into the bathroom and reapplied my makeup and lipstick. It wasn’t the way I had planned on spending the evening, but if I was going to spend the night in the company of firefighters, even if they were my father’s age, I wasn’t going to look like a slouch.

Suddenly the doorbell chimed and I heard my father greeting someone downstairs. I remained in my room for a few more moments as more of my father’s friends arrived. Then I heard my father call for me, which must have meant that this girl had arrived.

When I made it down to the living room again, I was greeted by several familiar faces I knew from my Dad’s firehouse, and then my father reintroduced me to Will and his daughter Holly.

She was a very pretty girl just about an inch shorter than me, with long straight brown hair, that came to a rest just below her shoulders. She wore a low cut shirt that displayed a decent amount of cleavage. She had larger breasts than I did, and apparently she liked to flaunt them. She was also dolled up like me, I was glad I had changed.

“Hey Holly, I’m Jessica, it’s nice to meet you,” I said with a smile. We shook hands awkwardly for a moment before Will began feeding me with information on his daughter.

“…she went to Central, so she wasn’t in your district…” he went on without notice that I really wasn’t listening.

Eventually after all the introductions, the men settled into the dining room where the card table was set up. Holly and I remained in the living room where I clicked flipped through the channels like I had earlier. “So I heard your boyfriend cancelled on you?” Holly said with a kind smile.

I laughed and responded, “Yep, got the shaft, he’s gotta work.”

“That sucks,” she said, “does it happen a lot?”

“No, actually this is the first time he’s been called in, ” I said.

“What does he do?”

“He’s a cop,” I said.

“Oh really? That’s ironic, my boyfriend is a cop too!” Holly said surprised.

“That is ironic, isn’t it,” I said interested. “Did your boyfriend have to work too?”

“Yeah, he’s working tonight, but he was scheduled tonight, I had plans with a friend of mine, but she got sick,” she kaçak iddaa explained.

“Ah, I see,” I said. “That’s funny though, our boyfriends might know each other, what precinct does he work at?” I asked.

“The 11th, what about yours?”

“The same one! Wow, that’s so weird! who’s your boyfriend?”

“Joey Barkowski,” she said.

“Hmmm,not sure if I know him, is he new?”

“Yeah, he just graduated from the academy,” Holly admitted.

“Yeah, he’ll get used to it fast, Zack’s only 3 years in, he likes it though it sucks on holidays,” I said.

The two of us went on talking about our boyfriends and other subjects to get further acquainted. We got along so well that it amazed me that we had not met earlier, since I knew most of the girls my age in the neighborhood. She complimented me on my hair, which I had recently bleached even blonder than it was.

As we talked I couldn’t help but notice her breasts. It stuck me as funny because I had never taken such notice of another girl’s breasts before, but Holly’s seemed to be simply stunning. Her apparent lack of a bra beneath her shirt also added to the attention they were getting, and I think Holly noticed it.

Finally I let my involuntary gazes become known, “I’m sorry, you have great boobs,” I said in a laughing matter.

Holly blushed and thanked me, and admitted to me that they were fake. I was shocked, and couldn’t help but look at them with even closer attention now.

“You mean they’re implants?” I said in amazement.

“Yup, got them for my eighteenth birthday!” she exclaimed with jubilation.

“You got them as a birthday present??” I said stunned.

“Damn right! Best present I ever got, Joey loves them, my dad loves them, everybody does.”

That one line stuck me peculiar, my dad loves thembut I wasn’t about to question her on it just yet.

“Who bought them for you?” I asked with utter interest.

“My parents did!” she said happily as if it were as normal as a bicycle.

“What, did you ask them for new tits for your birthday or something?” I joked.

“Pretty much,” she laughed, “but they knew for a while I had wanted them, my dad actually suggested it,” she said.

Keeping myself from laughing in total surprise, my mind was loaded with questions and couldn’t shoot them at her fast enough. “I hope you don’t mind my prying, but how does your dad suggest something like that without your mother, or even you, getting offended by it?”

“Oh my mother didn’t get upset by it, she has implants too, my dad got them for her for their anniversary one year,” she said.

“Oh OK,” I said, still apparently puzzled and amazed with her father’s idea of gifts.

“What size were you before?” I asked.

“Oh, I was almost flat, all I used to have were little nubs,” she joked.

“How do they feel?” I asked her.

“Wonderful, do you wanna touch them?” she asked with such ease as if asking me if I wanted a sip of her drink.

“Touch them? Oh, I don’t know…” I started.

“Oh, please, I don’t care, I let everyone squeeze ’em if they like ’em, it’s no biggie,” and with that she took my hands and put them against her breasts.

Shocked initially, I was reluctant to squeeze her chest, but at her insisting, I squeezed them softly with my hands. They felt like two softball sized water balloons in my hands, and did not seem artificial at all. As my hands remained there for another moment, I felt her nipples protruding against the cotton of her shirt and pressing against my palms. A familiar sensation rouse between my legs and it surprised me. I pulled my hands away.

For a moment I was a bit flustered. I had never gotten aroused from a girl before, and touching her breasts awoke sensations in me that only a man knew.

“Well?”

“They’re wonderful,” I said with excitement and a tad of jealousy.

“That’s what Joey says all the time,” she laughed.

“I’m sure he does!” I laughed as well.

Then suddenly I guess she felt uneasy with the way she made me feel about myself, and said that she’s sure I had a wonderful set as well. Mine were not as exposed as hers tonight, but I thanked her for the comment anyway. And then that’s when a funny thought entered my head, and I found myself saying it before I realized it.

“Would you like to touch mine?” I asked.

“Sure!” she said laughing, and without a second passing, her hands were pressed firmly against my shirt and softly fondling my breasts. Her hands didn’t remain in place like mine had on her, but instead she grazed her fingers over them in search of my nipples which hid beneath the padding of my bra. Her fingers sent sparks through me like moments earlier, and I didn’t want her to stop, but at the same time, it scared me.

“You have great tits Jess, you don’t need a bra to compliment them,” she said.

“Thanks, I noticed you weren’t wearing one, ” I laughed.

“I hardly do, I hate them,” she said.

I don’t know what it was about her, but she amazed me, everything about her. Suddenly I was no longer regretting the cancellation of my date.

Holly kaçak bahis and I continued to talk for a while about her extremely odd birthday present, and she explained to me something that I definitely didn’t expect, and I doubted my father knew as well. She told me that her family practices nudism, and has since she was born. She explained how being naked around her family so often is why her father could make comments about her breasts without it seeming odd. I was fascinated by it all.

She asked me if I had ever been naked around my parents, and I told her only when I was young. I am 18 now, and my father hasn’t seen me undressed in about 7 years, if not longer. She went on about how healthy it is, and how relaxing it is too. I asked her a million questions, and she answered them all.

After a while her father walked through the living room on his way to use the bathroom and he asked us if we wanted to play. Holly seemed much more interested than me, and tried to talk me into it. I admitted I knew how, but didn’t have any money to lose. Her father said he’d put it up, as mine did earlier.

So before I knew it, Holly and I were welcomed at the card table with the guys. My father was happy I had come to join and even offered me a drink. He knew I was underage, but he apparently had a few already, and didn’t seem to care. He put up twenty dollars for me, as Will did for Holly.

We played a few hands and whenever my dad would fold he would help me if I had any questions with my cards. We were playing Texas Hold’em, and I got the hang of it really quickly. After about an hour, I was actually winning a lot and was up about ten bucks. As we played my father kept the drinks coming, and I felt myself starting to sway. I could tell Holly was tipsy as well.

After another hour passed a few of guys lost their money and decided to call it a night. We stopped the game temporarily so my father could see them out, and then we’d continue the game. Eventually as eleven o’clock approached, there were only two guys left, besides Holly, Will, my dad, and I. Holly was the next to lose her money, and her father didn’t hesitate to offer her more to stay in the game. But Holly had another idea, and shocked the table by announcing it.

“I’m getting bored with this game, anyone want to play strip poker?” she giggled.

At first I was sure her funny joke would go over with a laugh, since everyone other than her father seemed to chuckle at the idea. But suddenly her father smiled and said, “That could be interesting.”

My father burst into laughter and asked Willie how many he had to drink. Willie smiled and replied, “No more than you buddy, I think it’d be fun.”

My father’s laughter stopped for a moment and said with a smile, “you’re serious.”

Willie responded, “Hell yes, I’m serious! What? We can’t bet our clothes because we’re a bunch of dudes? We got two pretty young ladies here.”

The other guys were completely silent, but the smiles on their faces told me they were definitely game. I also couldn’t help but notice their eyes suddenly being drawn to Holly’s cleavage, almost trying to remove the shirt with their eyeballs. I also noticed their eyes shifting to my chest as well.

“Uh…I don’t know about that Willie, sure that’d be fun and everything but these are our daughters we’re playing with, not some women we met at a bar,” my dad said.

“Ah shit, I know that Dean, but it’s all in good fun, nobody’s getting hurt or anything,” Willie persuaded my father.

All the while Holly was giving me a most provocative look, as if silently daring me to play her little game. She was apparently enjoying the situation enough already for her nipples were clearly visible against her shirt.

“You guys wanna play?” Willie asked the other two guys at the table, whom I remembered were Benny and Chris. Both guys were probably in their upper 30’s to lower 40’s, and both were heavily muscled, good-looking men. They all were, my dad as well.

They both proclaimed their interest almost simultaneously, and my heart began to race as I felt the incredible decision to do this coming down to me. I thought however that surely my father wouldn’t be interested, but he was almost drunk, we all were.

Just then my father who was seated to my right looked at me, “You want to play Jess?” The question was both expected and completely surprising at the same time, and I was unsure how to answer.

I wasn’t sure how far the game would go, I had heard of people coming out of this game completely naked, and others not loosing a strip of clothing. I had been winning rather steadily for a while, and figured I might not have to lose much of anything. My answer, although not yes, brought smiles to everyone at the table.

“How exactly do you play?” I asked.

Her father went on to explain how the rules would work. Instead of Texas Hold’em, we’d play standard 5-card poker. Instead of money, everyone best with articles of clothing, but it only came off if you lost, or folded. It starts with an anti of one piece of clothing, jewelry doesn’t count, and bets could be added from there, with a limit of 3 pieces per hand. The winner of the round would collect the clothing and could use it for bets. If you lost all your clothing you were out of the game and had to sit there as play continued.

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