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Chapter 2 of ??

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Chapter 2

With a few head-clearing breaths everyone settled into their places again, and Lyla steadied herself enough to shuffle and deal.

Kai came up short on the next hand, and lost his belt. He then dealt the following hand and lost again, but as he started to pull his shirt up to remove it Sammi asked him to wait, since her high hand let her state the dare. "The dare will involve you removing your shirt, so it'll come off all the same." Sammi asked Kai to sit in the center of the love seat, with both she and Lyla on either side. It was more than crowded and the girls were more or less sitting in Kai's lap, which by now included a growing hardness under his slacks.

"Here's what I want," Sammi explained. "I'm going to slowly peel his shirt off, Lyla, and you are going to explore a little as we go. I want you to lightly trace your fingers over his body as the shirt comes off—anywhere that's exposed, you need to touch. Feel the ripples of hard muscle under the soft skin, feel him squirm just a little as you trace your fingers over his chest." And with that she slowly—very slowly—started pulling his shirt up from the bottom. He had not competed in swimming in years but out of a concern over growing soft he worked out extensively and could still hold his own in the weight room, or on the track, or the pool. There was not an ounce of fat on him, and there was an enticing array of muscles in his abdomen. That was one of the benefits of swimming: tone, tone, and more tone.

Lyla didn't hold back on playing her hands over his skin as she was directed. After all she had no choice, right? She loved the feel of his body and the subtle undertone of his being "hers to play with" heightened the sense of excitement for her, and for Kai. Sammi relished every bit of stripping the shirt off of her lover, exposing his flat abs that descended smoothly towards a clear v-cut (which Sammi had seen up close many times, and the knowledge that she'd be seeing it again soon added to her already-substantial arousal) and casting the shirt aside she decided to raise the stakes a little higher. "One more part to the dare," she ventured and charged on before anyone had room to challenge the validity of a two-part dare, "I want you to do exactly what I do." With that she leaned in and gently kissed Kai's chest on the left side, just below his neck. Lyla did the same on the right side. "Good, now follow me..." and with that she moved her kisses down across his pecs, watching Lyla do the same, and feeling Kai tense up—in a good way—under their combined ministrations. "Feel his skin with your mouth," she directed as she went. "Kiss his chest—kiss his nipples, and feel how they harden against your lips. Lick them lightly..." and with Lyla echoing her every move she indulged herself in lingering there for a few minutes feeling the smooth skin of his chest against her face and the rough little nipple—now very hard—in her mouth, sucking gently.

For her part Lyla was happy to comply. She was still riding high from being touched, herself, and had wondered what it would be like to kiss a man in this way. She was not disappointed with the results: the ever-so-slightly salty taste of his skin, the rough, firm little nipple that was hers for the moment, and the way he twitched and jumped as she kissed and gently—very gently—nipped at him.

"Oh God, for someone new to all of this, you are..." ...twitch...squirm...."fucking good at it..." managed Kai, who was now entirely hard and very ready to help this evening move along. He found he enjoyed the feeling of Sammi taking charge and the kernel of an idea formed in his mind.

Sammi ended the dare by having Lyla kiss Kai slowly and thoroughly on the lips and moved in to do the same, gently nuzzling Lyla out of the way and very briefly sharing Kai's mouth with Lyla's as the transition took place. Again, these small hints of intimacy between the girls was not lost on the men. Kai filed that away for later, trusting Matteo would do the same. If the girls had experimented in that vein and wanted to share the fact, they would in their own time. Neither of the guys wanted to do anything to divert the stream of eroticism and intimacy that they were all being swept up in, at this point.

Matteo lost the next two rounds in a row, which cost him his socks. Lyla had the high hand in both cases, and although she intended to keep the dares tame, one of them went in an unexpected direction.

"The dare is to describe--honestly--one of your favorite sexual fantasies," she told Matteo.

Matteo looked at her for what seemed like a very long time before he answered "Honestly? To be part of a small group, where our collective goal is to please one of the women in the group." He paused again before saying "I'm being completely honest, and not tailoring this to fit what's happening tonight--I've thought about this for years. I want one of the women in the group to completely submit to being pleasured. It would start pretty much exactly like the dare of a few minutes ago: you, or someone like you, who might have never been really given the attention you deserve, lying in the midst of the rest of us. We would start slowly, but when the time was right we'd go much further. I don't know everyone's role, but I know I'd be the one between your legs, kissing my way up your inner thighs. Whether I went slowly or quickly would depend on your reactions, and your input. I'd go as fast or as slow as you'd want--whatever's best for you. The others would be kissing you in other places, by that point. Maybe kissing your neck, or kissing you deeply on the mouth. Maybe teasing your nipples with their fingers and their tongues. But like me, following your lead on what you want."

By this point all of the others were silent, listening intently to Matteo's words. "I'd play my fingers over your panties as my mouth got close to you, and try to sense: is she ready to feel me penetrate her? Does she want my finger, or fingers, in her already? More likely, I think, I'd stroke my fingers over your--that is, her--I'd stroke gently over the fabric of her panties, while slowly using my tongue to nuzzle the panties aside. I want to give her every possible sensation, and take time to hear and feel what moves her first. I hope she wouldn't rush this part, honestly, since I love sort of hovering with my mouth just a fraction of an inch from her, breathing in the amazing scent of her arousal and feeling the warmth of her before that first contact. But I don't want to torture her or make her wait, so if her hands are in my hair she can guide me. She can pull me in, when she's ready."

He paused briefly, watching them all looking at him, and said "Is that what you wanted to know? Is that enough?"

Sammi said "Lyla, it's your dare, but I vote that you let him keep going. No, that we make him keep going--I want to hear what he's going to do to us...I mean 'what he would do to this hypothetical lucky woman'!"

Lyla grinned and said "Oh definitely--I'm more than a little curious..."

"Well," Matteo continued, "As you can imagine, it would get more intense from there. I'd gently stroke the folds of her pussy with the tips of my fingers, while my tongue would start at the top of her. Then, if she responds, my tongue would sort of follow my fingers down the folds of her body, probing just a little to taste her warm wetness--I fucking love that taste--and then working my way back up, trying to sense whether being licked on the outer folds or a little more towards the inside is better for her. Chances are I'd settle my tongue over her clit and lick gently, while my fingers worked slowly deeper into her body, but soon I'd focus on a single finger sliding into her while I lick a little more intensely on her clit. Or not--again, following her lead is half the fun. Feeling her respond, listening for clues.

"Soon I'd have one finger in her, while the others brush and touch her outer folds and my tongue steadily licks and rubs against her clit. My mouth would be really wet, both from my own saliva and from her wetness, if I'm doing it right. I'd thrust slowly in and out with that finger, making sure to sort of curl my finger upwards at just the right point to stroke her g-spot. It's got a particular feel, which I absolutely love, and I'd like to think I could find just the right amount of pressure to put on it with each stroke."

"Jesus Christ," Sammi muttered, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take!"

Matteo laughed gently, and said "Well, just like in the fantasy that Lyla asked me to describe, I can stop any time you want."

"Not quite yet," Lyla said, "although I see where Sammi is coming from...so to speak."

"Damn right--if I were allowed to touch myself while hearing this there'd definitely be some cumming involved!" Sammi offered.

"So anyway," Matteo shifted his tone just a little, "I'd keep advancing things as long as it was good for her. The others would sort of be in a supportive role. Kissing her, touching her, making her feel wanted and comfortable, but I'd be the one devouring her and showing her how much I love making her feel good. Maybe she'd lift her hips, hinting that she wants to be touched further back. Maybe she'd cum in a small way, but want me to keep going--or maybe she'd climax fully and want a break. I hope she'd give in, and lift her knees all the way towards her shoulders, or spread her legs wide open--however she's comfortable giving in and letting me have her until she's fully satisfied."

"Holy fuck!" Kai finally said, "Can we please get back to playing cards so that we can, um, move closer to things actually happening?" He laughed, "I've got ideas of my own, although I'm not sure I could articulate them quite so well!"

"Oh don't worry babe," Sammi said, and as she walked on her knees closer to Kai she reached her hand under her skirt. She let out a small gasp, as she made no effort to hide the fact that she'd just slid her finger into her own pussy. Pulling it out she took it straight to Kai's mouth, saying "I know you love that taste, too, and after hearing that I promise to let you have plenty of that tonight if you want it" as she slid her wet finger between Kai's lips. He sucked gently on her finger, using his tongue to get as much of her taste as he could, before she removed her finger and crawled the short distance back to her place.

Sammi shuffled and dealt the next round, and lost one of her tops with the low hand, leaving her wearing only a tight white tank top that made several things clear: she was not wearing a bra, she didn't need to wear a bra, and she was more than a little turned on. Her nipples showed through clearly and she made no move to hide behind crossed arms or any other ruse. When she lost her skirt in the next round she was actually glad—the exhibitionist in her was now fully awake, and she was more than ready for her own nudity as well as that of the others. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall away, revealing tiny white bikini panties that left no doubt as to whether she shaved—in fact, she was completely bare and had recently waxed. The dares were brief and simple, and she got the sense that everyone was trying to keep the game moving to get more skin exposed, leading to the more serious dares.

When the next hand was played and Lyla showed the low hand she hesitated for a moment and found herself blushing: wearing only a bra and panties, she was going to be the first to show real nudity. As she started to steel herself to take this step, Matteo—who'd been silent in the last few minutes—said "Wait! I have a rules question: the low hand loses a piece of clothes, but nothing was said about anyone giving away clothes, right?" And without waiting for an answer, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and with a shrug of his well-muscled shoulders he slipped out of his shirt and handed it to Lyla. "I'm giving you this, so now you can give it up and still be back where you started with two pieces of clothes."

A huge smile of relief spread over Lyla's face before her expression slid towards apprehension. "Are you sure?" she said. "That leaves you with only your jeans, and underwear."

"Actually...it's just jeans," he said, and paused while that sank in. "But that's okay—you ought not be the first to be completely undressed, anyway."

"Wow!" offered Sammi, "That's...huge...or I bet it is, and this way we're one step closer to finding out!" Secretly—although she suspected that Kai sensed how she felt—she was genuinely touched by his consideration for her friend, and she could tell that Lyla was as well.

Lyla stood and bent forward to hug Matteo fiercely whisper "Thank you" in his ear, and then before taking her seat again said "But I think it would be more fair if I did it like this..." as she pulled Matteo's shirt around her shoulders and buttoned it and then pulled her arms in from the sleeves. For a moment she was a tiny bundle of movement inside of Matteo's shirt (which was massive on her) until her arms popped back through the sleeves with her bra in one hand. "Now I'm still wearing two things, but I like it better this way." Handing her bra to Matteo she took her seat again and proceeded to roll up the sleeves on his white shirt about six times for each arm to keep from being completely swallowed in it.

Inside the shirt, she relished the feel of her bare skin and her hard nipples against the fabric of his shirt. She realized it was still warm from his skin, and his scent—a clean wonderful scent—lingered on it. She found herself wondering where the line was for her, tonight. Was there one? She truly didn't know, anymore.

It was Lyla's turn to deal, but Kai shuffled for her and volunteered to deal if the girls would make one more round of drinks. They obliged, which gave everyone a welcome opportunity to see more of Sammi in her thin cotton top and tiny bikini panties. Matteo's shirt was so long that it fell almost to Lyla's knees, so that she was completely covered up again. Much to the boy's chagrin. The girls returned with drinks, and in a move that was clearly pre-planned they both hugged the men from behind as they sat down their drinks, finishing with a kiss on their cheeks. As she moved back to her position Sammi reached over and took Lyla by the hand, briefly. Smiling at how this evening was progressing and how much she cared about her friend, she gave Lyla's hand a quick squeeze before letting go.

Pretty soon everyone settled in again, ready to proceed.

Kai had dealt during the break, and when the hand played out he was on the low end. With only his slacks left to lose he stood in front of Sammi and said "Would you like to do the honor?" She gladly complied, stripping his slacks off and revealing tight black sport-style underwear that did nothing to conceal the fact that he was rock hard. Before letting him sit down, she turned him around so that Lyla had a full frontal view and Sammi took her time roaming her hands over his torso from behind, intentionally nudging and touching his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts every time her hands came near him.

Both girls were down to two pieces of clothes, and both the guys down to one. As Kai slowly shuffled the cards he looked to all of the others, "In a hand or two, this is going to get serious...are you sure you want things to go this far?"

Sammi and Matteo immediate and simultaneously said "Yes!" drawing a laugh from everyone.

Lyla held Kai's gaze and said sincerely "Thank you for asking, and yes—I want things to go this far, and more. The suspense is killing me now...I want to see and do so much tonight. You've all been great to me, and I really, really appreciate it." She stood and moved to Sammi, hugging her tightly. She moved to Kai and kissed him, and then to Matteo and embraced him warmly "Thank you so much for the shirt—that was incredibly thoughtful of you." She held his face and kissed him firmly before settling back in her seat.

"Okay then," Kai said as he continued to shuffle. "I have a proposal."

"I think this should be the last hand. Look, we're clearly all going to be nude soon enough—or as nude as we choose—so we don't need to play this out. It could get awkward at some point. Instead, I think this should be a winner-takes-all hand: the high hand should get to direct the rest of us, at least for a while. If that person turns out to be a tyrant or unimaginative"—at which point Sammi playfully slapped him and said "There are no tyrants here, and if anyone is unimaginative I have enough ideas to keep us all busy for a long time. Deal them, lover."

Matteo and Lyla concurred, and Kai carefully dealt the last hand.

When cards were drawn, Kai had a pair of fives, Lyla had three Jacks, and Matteo had only a busted flush. But Sammi beamed as she laid down a full house, Aces over 10's. "A sign from the Gods of Cards, I think!" she said with a good natured-laugh. "All of you are hereby my playthings!"

Kai grinned and said "I've been there, and it's not a bad place to be..."

"I don't think you're going to mind very much," said Sammi, "but I think we first have to finish off the last bit of the game. Matteo...your pants, please?"

Grinning wryly, Matteo stood and without hesitation unbuttoned his fly and slid his jeans to the ground. His very full erection leaped out, but rather than sitting awkwardly he stood straight and still in a way that managed to be dignified. It helped that he was practically a perfect specimen of a man: well muscled, tan, and with a classic washboard stomach.

"Kai—you chose really, really well," said Sammi, "and I thank you for it, for this whole evening. This really is a fantasy of mine, and it's time we let this play all the way out."

"Lyla, are you okay?" she asked, and Lyla giggled in response.

Sammi said "I'll take that as a yes. And, I think you should get to just watch for a while, and enjoy yourself. Kai, I'm going to need you to strip out of those shorts—I want both of you guys naked please." Kai complied and revealed a substantial erection of his own, as well as full confirmation that his v-cut was everything Sammi remembered it to be.

"All sorts of things are going to happen now," said Sammi, "and I know almost exactly what I want first. Lyla, when we talked about this night you were really interested in the male orgasm—what it's like when it happens, how a man (other than the lame-ass version you've been with) sounds, how he moves. We are going to get that taken care of, right now—that is, I am going to take care of that, with one of these two...the only question is which one it will be.

"I want all three of you to draw one card, please."

Kai leaned forward, gathered the cards, and with a brief shuffle offered the deck to Lyla, who drew a seven. Matteo followed with a two, and after a moment's hesitation Kai slowly drew a card from the deck—a nine.

"Since Kai and Lyla were closer together, we'll pair them up at first," Sammi explained. "But only as observers," she quickly added. "Which means Matteo...You. Are. Mine."

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Directing Matteo to stand in front of the other two Sammi settled on her knees in front of him, ran her hands up the outside of Matteo's legs and with no hesitation trailed her fingers across his flat stomach, through his dark pubic hair and ever so lightly over his rock-hard erection.

In a soft, sultry tone she almost purred "One last chance to back out, if you need."

Matteo shook his head, to no one's surprise. The substantial drop of precum that glistened at the tip of his cock left no doubt how he felt about this.

Sammi leaned back for a moment and let her long auburn hair cascade down her back, savoring what she was about to do. Knowing her every move was being watched—and admired—by her audience was every bit as thrilling and arousing as she'd hoped it would be. She took her time with every move and savored the anticipation of the events to come.

She let her gaze wander over Matteo's long frame and drank in the sight of his naked body: swimmer's build, firm muscles from toes to head, topped off by an unruly swath of curly black hair above deep blue eyes.

Her gaze drifted to his erection—it was beautiful! And so hard. The precum at the tip had turned into a shiny wet trail down the frenulum. Sammi raised her eyes to Matteo's and when she caught his gaze she held steadily it as she leaned in and used the tip of her tongue to carefully lick the glistening liquid from the underside of his erection back to the tip. Matteo shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, and Sammi recognized Lyla's sharp intake of breath. Still holding Matteo's gaze with her own, she heard Kai whispering to Lyla. Listening closely she could only make out fragments, "....the most sensitive part of his cock... showed him that she wants to taste him...so erotic..." Knowing that Kai was helping Lyla through this not only warmed her heart, but further stoked her already overwhelming lust for what was happening. Still holding Matteo's gaze, Sammi breathed in his clean scent as she inched forward steadily as Matteo's throbbing cock met her lips and slid smoothly into her willing mouth. They moaned in unison as she lightly gripped his hips and lost herself in the feeling of his hard body in her touch and his stiff manhood filling her mouth.

She slowly, wetly, slid her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling the rough head slide over her tongue as she languished in the erotic feeling of power this gave her. She loved the sensations, and the wonderful contrast of his smooth wet skin over his amazingly hard member.

Pulling back slowly she paused just long enough to shoot a glance towards Lyla, and felt a warm rush of affection for Kai when she noted that he'd managed to carefully cradle Lyla in his arms without pressing his naked cock against her. They were both intently watching the show that Sammi and Matteo were providing. Sammi let herself focus on Matteo again and slid his huge erection wetly in and out of her mouth several times.

"Lyla, is this what you wanted to see?" she paused to ask, and immediately resumed sucking Matteo while she waited for the answer.

"Yes. Yes, thank you!" Lyla said, her voice husky, filled with lust and tinged with a nervous edge.

"Where do you want me to make him cum?" Sammi offered, as she licked and stroked Matteo steadily, making sure to squeeze just enough as her hand slipped over the rough ridge of his cockhead. "I am going to make him come," she says, "This is not a tease, and it isn't going to stop..." she interrupted herself to slide her mouth up and down his shaft a couple of times, "...until he cums. But where? In my mouth? Or on my face? I'll do it any way you want."

Lyla's head spun with the realization that she really was about to watch a man cum. She'd been present, technically, for that before, but she certainly didn't get to watch it happen, or enjoy the anticipation of it. She was so turned on by the idea that she was literally a little dizzy and took a slow, steadying breath while she formed her words. "I want to see him cum," she managed to say, "but I also want to see you take some in your mouth—you told me you usually like that. Can you do some of both? Can it work that way?" She blushed, thrilled to be able to ask these questions, and watch all of this happen.

"No problem, baby--I know just what you mean." She interrupted herself to slide Matteo's cock back in her mouth, sucking and pulling with her lips as Matteo moaned in pleasure. "I'm pretty sure there'll be plenty to go around when we get him there."

Matteo managed to grin through his ecstasy and gasped out "I don't think that's going to be a problem!"

"Good," says Sammi evenly, "then here's how it's going to be."

"Matteo," she explained, "I'm going to suck you...in...and out...of my mouth," she said, interrupting her words with the corresponding actions. "And when I am not sucking your hard cock, I'll be stroking it, pulling on you, making it good for you. Your job is to explain to Lyla how it feels, tell us what you are feeling, and what it makes you want. Having heard you describe what you like to do to a woman, earlier, I'm counting on you to not hold back."

Matteo's cock was glistening with the wetness from Sammi's mouth by now, and her own cheeks glistened wetly as she pressed his throbbing erection against her face, constantly stroking and caressing him with her hands, her cheeks, her lips...every way she could touch him.

Matteo, doing his best to keep his composure, gasped out "Mmmmm—the first thing this feels is incredibly good—great—almost indescribable."

Popping his cockhead in and out of her mouth, Sammi looked up at him. "Try," she urged, "try to describe it."

"Your touch is incredible—the slickness on my shaft is amazing, and you could touch me there forever and I'd probably be able to keep it under control. It's great, and less intense...oh, god....but when you take the tip into your mouth...uhhhh..." and words were lost to him, as she did as he described, sucking gently but firmly, running her tongue along the underside of the head.

Kai held Lyla, feeling her tremble with excitement, and tried to control his own desire. Watching Sam give in to this and totally lose herself in what she was doing was without doubt the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Lyla had taken both of Kai's hands and pulled his arms more tightly around her. He couldn't avoid his erection pressing against the small of her back now, but she clearly wasn't avoiding it. Whether she was welcoming the feeling of his hard cock against her—and probably leaking precum of his own—or if she was just too focused on the intense action in front of them was hard to tell.

Looking back to Sammi, Kai saw that she'd paused her oral ministrations temporarily, and was tracing her fingers down to his now-dripping sack with one hand as she continued to stroke him with the other. She was saying "Matteo, like I said, I'm not going to stop, do you understand? You are going to cum for me...I'll know when—you'll tell me, in all sorts of ways—and when the time comes you have to try to hold still, still enough that I can guide you." And she was guiding him, in and out of her wet mouth, against her face, between her hands. "The first cum will be in my mouth—I want that, I want you that way. The second, though, will be on my face—we want Lyla to see it happen, and the third...there'll be at least three gushes of cum, won't there?" she asked as she hungrily sucked him as far into her mouth as she could take.

"Uhhhh-god—yes! Yes, there'll be that many—um, yes...."

"Good, because after a couple of shots where she can see it, I get the rest..." and now she wrapped her hand around his shaft and firmly guided his head into her mouth, increasing her pace as she sucked him steadily in and out of her lips.

Now she could give herself over to her own lust, and could lose herself in the wonderful act of making a man climax. She loved the whole process, and the inclusion of an audience was everything she'd always imagined it would be. Her body was burning with desire, and she gave herself over to it.

Pulling him into her mouth, she held him gently and wetly as she placed her fingertips on his naked hips. With gentle rhythmic pressure in her fingers and beseeching him with her eyes she encouraged him to thrust in her mouth, to fuck her in the mouth. Riding a wave of incredible tension between the desire to keep from hurting her with a primal urge to fuck her wet mouth, he gave in carefully and let his hips thrust forward and back in her warm wet mouth. Her moans of pleasure rivaled his and reassured him that his pace and range were fine, as Sammi's hands slid slowly down her own smooth abdomen and under the edge of her bikini panties. Her fingers lingered on the brink her own pussy, dripping with wetness that rivaled the saliva that was now running from her mouth onto Matteo's shaft as he continued to piston into Sammi's mouth. Teasing herself with her fingers she pushed aside the moist fabric of her panties to expose the open folds of her glistening labia to the cool air, writhing with pleasure at the feeling of Matteo in her mouth and her own arousal.

Slipping two fingers into the silky wetness of her own body she thrust in and out in time with Matteo's erection in her mouth, lost in the feeling and knowing this was only the beginning. Continuing to fuck herself with one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of Matteo's shaft and firmly stroked him as she increased the pressure and suction on the sizeable amount of cock that still protruded from her grip. Carefully sucking the flesh of her mouth against every inch of his cock head she squeezed and pulled steadily, firmly, and with an ever-increasing pace. She wanted him, wanted him to cum, and encouraged him to push and thrust harder and more quickly in her mouth. Totally enthralled by her touch and her willingness, Matteo moaned in ecstasy and rapidly pistonned his throbbing member in her willing mouth and hand as he rushed towards the point of no return.

Feeling him shaking, feeling him tense, she knew before he gasped out "Sammi...yes, now!" and with a groan she felt the first hot gush of cum burst into her mouth. Moving quickly she guided him out of her mouth and leaned her face back just in time to feel the second spurt splash hotly onto her cheek. Stroking him hard and fast, she felt his whole body convulse as a third gush poured more of his hot, thick ejaculate across the bridge of her nose. Dimly, she was aware of Lyla gasping as she guided his head back to her mouth in time to savor the last couple of surges—diminishing, but still substantial—on her tongue. Letting his massive load of warm cum run from her mouth, his wetness splashed down her chin and onto her neck, wonderfully drenching her thin cotton top all the way to her aching nipples. Finally withdrawing her fingers from her own body, she reached up and pulled Matteo to her and held him as his spasms subsided.

Matteo's legs gave out and he slowly lowered himself to the floor, gathering Sammi in his arms as he went. Indifferent to the slickness that covered her face, mouth, and her now-soaked top, he pulled her close to him as they settled onto the floor together. Sammi produced a hand towel from where she'd stashed it beneath the last blanket and wiped her face, but other that she made no attempt to clean up--preferring to relish the aftermath of making Matteo cum so hard, and so much.

Lyla and Kai held each other tightly, with Kai gently rocking Lyla. She was literally shaking a little, overwhelmed by what she'd just witnessed.

"That was...incredible," she breathed. "I had no idea how intense that was going to be. Oh my god—is that, is it always like that?"

"For me, it's never been like that," explained Matteo, "Kai, explain to me again why you're not begging this goddess to be yours forever?"

Sammi found herself more than a little moved by that suggestion, and quickly chose to steer the experience to more immediate topics. She quickly said "I'll take that as a compliment, and while I deny the 'goddess' part I admit to enjoying the power. And I am still in charge here, right?"

She knew just where she wanted this to go...

[to be continued]

I wrote this a few years ago and posted it on another platform. It did well, but I was never happy with it. I've finally rewritten it, and would really appreciate any honest/constructive feedback, good or bad. Pace? Not enough detail? Characters developed enough? etc.

All participants are 21+

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Prologue

Kai settled onto the blankets they'd spread on floor with his back against, his breath slightly fast and shallow. He watched Sammi, a few feet away, settle on her knees in front of his friend, Matteo. Matteo was nude, and his massive erection hovered just inches from Sammi's face. Kai could not draw his attention away from the way Sammi knelt there so calmly and confidently, and knowing what was going to happen next was no doubt the reason his heart was pounding. That, and the booze, and...well, everything that had taken place during this amazing evening.

Lyla, the last member of the foursome (and yes, by now this really was a "foursome" in every sense) settled onto the floor next to Kai. Wanting to reassure her, Kai slid closer and after pausing a beat to sense her approval, wrapped his arms around her small frame. He was careful not to get too intimate and for the moment he was glad their round of strip poker had left him in boxers and her mostly clothed: she wore lace panties and Matteo's white button-down shirt. Kai shifted and carefully positioned his legs to make sure he wasn't pressing his aching erection against her while he moved closer to her. He felt her relax into his embrace and noticed that her breath was coming even faster than his. Her face radiated a mix of excitement and anticipation, and he was reassured by her apparent lack of nervousness. She was fully into this, and "this" was getting hotter by the second.

Sammi ran her hands up the outside of Matteo's legs, and with no hesitation trailed her fingers across his flat stomach, through his dark pubic hair, and ever so lightly over his rock-hard erection.

In a soft, sultry tone she almost purred "One last chance to back out, if you need...but I hope you don't."

Matteo shook his head, to no one's surprise. The substantial drop of precum that glistened at the tip of his cock left no doubt how he felt about this.

Sammi leaned back for a moment and let her long auburn hair cascade down her back, savoring what she was about to do. She was still dressed, more or less, in bikini panties and a white cotton tank top. But with no bra, she may as well have been topless and her firm breasts strained against the fabric with her hard nipples showing through clearly. Knowing her every move was being watched—and admired—by her audience was every bit as thrilling and arousing as she'd hoped it would be. She savored the thrill her performance was providing for the others and for herself; it was a sort of power she'd known one could have, but that she'd never fully experienced before. She had no intention of rushing through this experience.

She let her gaze wander over Matteo's long frame and drank in the sight of his naked body: swimmer's build, firm muscles from toes to head, topped off by an unruly swath of curly black hair above deep blue eyes. He seemed to have trouble holding her gaze, and she filed that fact away for the moment, and also noticed that when his eyes did wander they tended to seek out Lyla. That brought a smile to her lips, actually--while a connection between Lyla and Matteo could never have been in her plans the idea that it might be happening felt right, and filled her head with even more ideas for the evening.

Pacing herself, she let her gaze drift to his erection—it was beautiful! And so hard. The precum at the tip had turned into a shiny wet trail down the frenulum. Sammi slowly, steadily leaned in--giving everyone time to anticipate what was about to happen--and used the tip of her tongue to carefully lick the glistening liquid from the underside of his erection back to the tip. Matteo shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, and Sammi recognized Lyla's sharp intake of breath. Still holding Matteo's gaze with her own, she heard Kai whispering to Lyla. Listening closely she could only make out fragments, "....the most sensitive part of his cock... showed him that she wants to taste him...so erotic..." Knowing that Kai was helping Lyla through this not only warmed her heart, but further stoked her deep lust for what was happening. With a soft moan Sammi leaned in again--slowly--and breathed in his clean scent as she moved forward until Matteo's throbbing cock met her lips and slid smoothly into her willing mouth. They moaned in unison as she lightly gripped his hips and lost herself in the feeling of his hard body in her touch and his stiff manhood filling her mouth.

She slowly, wetly, slid her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling the rough head slide against the roof of her mouth as she languished in erotic rush this gave her. She loved the sensations and the wonderful contrast of his soft skin as her lips slid wetly over his amazingly hard member.

Pulling back slowly, she paused just long enough to shoot a glance towards Lyla, and felt a warm rush of affection for Kai when she noted that he'd managed to carefully cradle Lyla in his arms without being too forward. No small feat, given that Kai, like Matteo, was completely naked. They were both intently watching the show that Sammi and Matteo were providing. Reassured that the personal dynamics were still working out, Sammi let herself focus on Matteo again, and slid his huge erection sloppily in and out of her mouth several times, not holding back on the wet noises that resulted. She wanted every sense involved.

"Lyla, is this what you wanted to see?" she paused to ask, and immediately resumed sucking Matteo while she waited for the answer.

"Yes...exactly this. Thank you!" Lyla said, her voice husky, filled with lust.

"Where do you want me to make him cum?" Sammi offered, as she licked and stroked Matteo steadily, making sure to squeeze just enough as her hand slipped over the rough ridge of his cockhead. "I am going to make him come," she says, "We've established that. But where? In my mouth? Or on my face? I'll do it any way you want."

Lyla's head spun with the possibility of directing that part of the event. She was so turned on by the idea that she was literally a little dizzy and took a slow, steadying breath while she formed her words. "I want to see him cum," she managed to say, "but I also want you to take some in your mouth. You told me you usually like that. Can you do some of both?" The red in her cheeks might have suggested that she was blushing, but the determination and raw lust in her voice made it clear that she was completely absorbed and committed. She wanted exactly this.

"No problem, baby--I know just what you mean. And yes , I can do that and I want to do that—exactly that." She interrupted herself to slide Matteo's cock back in her mouth, sucking and pulling with her lips as Matteo moaned in pleasure. "I'm pretty sure there'll be plenty to go around when we get him there."

Matteo managed to grin through his ecstasy and gasped out "I don't think that's going to be a problem!"

"Good," says Sammi evenly, "Then here's how it's going to be..."

Chapter 1

Matteo walked toward the entrance of the Hilton and glanced at his watch. He was a few minutes early, which was good since he'd been trying to walk slowly and stay in the shade. It wasn't particularly warm or humid, but he'd showered and washed thoroughly before leaving his hotel down the street and he didn't want to ruin that by working up a sweat. He was a little surprised to find that he wasn't really nervous, but when he saw the hotel bar through the front windows he decided it might not be a bad idea to knock down one drink anyway.

As he neared the hotel entrance an Uber pulled up, and out stepped a young woman which his brain instantly put in the "cute and pretty" category. When he realized she was also headed into the hotel he subtly adjusted his pace so that he'd reach the door just ahead of her, and pulled it back to let her through. In addition to being smarter than his surfer-boy looks might suggest, his heart was in the right place and his father had taught him well. The blonde seemed a little lost in thought and pulled up for just a second before passing through, but then she brightened and cast a smile and a "Thanks!" his way. In Matteo's estimation, she went from "cute and pretty" to "stunning" in that instant.

"Sure thing," he replied, as he further admired her lithe little frame and the smooth subtle muscles of her upper back that her sundress exposed as she passed in front of him. If he weren't on his way to what was likely to be a very interesting evening, one way or another, he'd have looked for a way to start a conversation. His good looks and swimmer's physique didn't hurt when paired up with his more-than-adequate conversational skills, so he didn't generally have much trouble in that department. Instead, he let the moment pass and veered into the bar.

Lyla was also on her way to an appointment. She was definitely more nervous than Matteo, and as was typical for her she didn't notice the admiring looks that followed her through the well-appointed lobby as she headed for the restroom to clear her head and steel her nerve before heading up to The Thing. Truth was, she was very nervous and more than a little excited. She trusted Sammi completely and knew she could have a great deal of say in how things went--and in any case she was truly looking forward to going through with their plan--but she was still nervous. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, and took a second to compose herself. Glancing at her phone she realized she was a few minutes early and wondered briefly where to wait for Sammi's text. She decided the hotel bar would do, although she was usually uncomfortable with being in a bar alone--it tended to draw the sort of attention from men that could sometimes be hard to accept...but could also be confidence-building. People are strange. She decided a drink wouldn't be a bad idea, all in all, and she didn't expect to be there long enough to need to fend off too many questions or comments.

As she crossed the lobby to the bar she sized up her options on where to sit. There were a no high-tops open, but she noticed one available spot at the bar itself. On one side was a middle-aged couple, and on the other was the cute guy that had held the door for her. Since that was the only open seat, she headed for it.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked. The middle-aged couple didn't acknowledge the question at all, and Matteo quickly responded "No--you're welcome to it" and politely shifted his stool a few inches to the side to give Lyla more space.

As she took her seat she noticed that he didn't have a drink yet, and the way was watching the bartender as she dashed around behind the counter it was clear he was trying to get her attention. The bartender (a cute goth girl with an awesome sleeve) soon glanced their way and came over, saying "What can I get you?" to Matteo, followed by a quick look at them both and asking "Are you two together?"

Both Lyla and Matteo laughed briefly and said "No" at which the bartender gave a friendly smile and said "Too bad--maybe you should be!" with a wink. Lyle didn't doubt she was blushing a little at that, and simply gave a nervous laugh in response.

Matteo ordered an Old Fashion and Lyla a white wine. Matteo said "Can I get that for you? I'm not being forward--just friendly, I promise!"

Lyla laughed again, saying "Actually, thank you! If nothing else it saves me from digging my card out of this ridiculously small purse," lifting her tiny little clutch and explaining "I know that seems trivial but this thing barely fits my phone and my smallest wallet, and getting either of them out is like pulling teeth."

The bartender chuckled a little and said "Preach, girl! The things we do for fashion!" as she put their drinks down in front of them.

"My pleasure," said Matteo, and offered his hand to Lyla. "I'm Matteo, glad I could help."

"Lyla," she replied, "and thank you again." From up close he was even more good looking!

Matteo said "I won't be here long, so if you're meeting someone this stool will be available." Lyla thought: well that figures--a guy this cute must have a date, or a girlfriend. But, well, given her plans it truly didn't matter.

"No," said Lyla, "I've got a little adventure lined up for this evening, and I'm just waiting for the text telling me 'game on' before I have to go."

"Now that's intriguing. Can I ask what sort of adventure?"

"Hmmmm, I should probably just be coy and say 'Oh, just a thing my roommate invited me to' and leave it at that."

"OK, well, I'll respect that, and whatever adventure you have I hope it goes well!" said Matteo.

"How about you?" Lyla asked "Do you have fun plans for the evening?"

Matteo paused before answering "Oh, just a thing a friend of mine invited me to." They both laughed as they clinked glasses.

Lyla found herself almost disappointed that she wouldn't get a chance to talk to him. He was beautiful to look at, seemed nice, and if nothing else he'd be fun to pass the time with. And who knows, if she didn't get The Text from Sammi, maybe...?

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Sammi and Lyla had been sharing a house for the last few months, and in that time they'd become very close. At 32, Sammi was quite experienced and totally fearless about intimacy, while Lyla a few years younger and was by her own admission "incredibly curious, more than ready...but with limited useful experience." She and Sammi had had many late night girl-talks over wine, and while Lyla was not shy or afraid of exploration by nature, her upbringing combined with some really bad experiences left her very much in the dark about most things sexual. Now with Sammi as a mentor of sorts she was bound and determined to move forward and put the past behind her. For her part Sammi loved the idea of helping Lyla with that, so when the opportunity to spend time with Kai came along she had a bold idea.

Sammi and Kai had known each other since college and had mutually flirted during that time, but their other romantic entanglements kept them from ever actually getting together. After graduation they'd gone their separate ways, but crossed paths again a couple of years ago. Their relationship rekindled, but with no strings attached. Kai was a former swimmer, and was currently a coach for the US Men's Swim Team. When the team's travels brought them to town--which they had this weekend--Kai and Sammi always met for a night out...and in. They'd become friends with benefits in a very satisfactory way.

Kai was a fundamentally good guy. Considerate, careful, and super thoughtful. On their first official "date" he had taken her to a rooftop bar with a stunning view of the city, and was a perfect gentleman...all the while weaving the gentlest if innuendo into the conversation while never pressuring Sammi in any way. The evening ended with Sammi taking control and practically pulling him into the bedroom. He was even careful and thoughtful in their lovemaking, but not so much as to be reluctant for almost anything Sammi had in mind.

On top of that he was wicked smart--he was setting records for how fast he was moving up the ladder with the US National Swim Team. Sammi was careful to stick to their "no strings attached" arrangement, but she sometimes wondered if she should ask for a renegotiation.

Sammi was in some ways the opposite of Kai: she had a wild streak that she was not ashamed of, and had lived a lot in her 32 years. If she'd had her way their first date would have ended with them skinny dipping in the hotel pool as the sun rose. (Kai almost went for that, but in the end they both fell asleep and missed the opportunity.)

For her part, Sammi had lost her parents at a young age and early on decided to live life to the fullest--in every regard. She stayed fit, worked hard, and was not at all short in the brains department herself. Her own career was on a solid trajectory, and outside of work she had no intention of leaving any stone unturned: her travels were adventurous, she took every opportunity to find new experiences...including when it came to sex. She and had explored her own and others' sexuality at every opportunity. She'd loved men, and women...separately, although if the opportunity presented itself she'd always been intrigued by the idea of being with two men at once. All experiences were good experiences, in her mind.

From their time together and the pillow-talk it led to, Sammi wasn't at all sure that Kai had a significant list of fantasies. And while she valued her own explorations, she also respected that Kai was more into pleasing a single person--not that he was a prude, by any stretch of the imagination (and some of their time together had involved some very pleasant stretching of things, actually). So while she didn't have any clues that he was yearning for group sex of any sort, she thought he might be open to what she had in mind for Lyla. After all, it wasn't really group sex, exactly.

On this particular evening, Kai and Sammi had spent their time together as they usually did on the first night: they had a drink in the hotel bar to get past the mild jitters that sometimes crept in, initially. Kai was genuinely taken by Sammi's beauty: long, stunning red hair and a pale complexion, with lean legs that stretched on forever. She ran regularly and loved yoga (it was at a yoga class that she and Lyla had met), and it very much paid off. If she was the model for "Gingers" then the term would be anything but derogatory! Her emerald green eyes reflected her daring personality and quick wit. He wondered often what she saw in him, as he considered himself dull by comparison.

With a drink in hand and the familiar comfortable feeling having settled over them both, a long walk down the beach was in order. They'd started early and left plenty of time for a light dinner before heading up to Kai's room.

As they entered the room--really a suite, and a nice one at that--Sammi excused herself to use the bathroom, and Kai took the opportunity to check his watch. The timing was working out perfectly, and he smiled in satisfaction. At the same moment Sammi was sending a text that read simply "We're on! Please text back if you've changed your mind--otherwise, let's do this!"

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In the bar, Lyla's phone chimed. Her stomach dropped a bit as she tilted her phone carefully to read the message at an angle only she could see. What if Sammi was waving her off? What if she wasn't?? But a quick scan confirmed that it was Sammi giving her a green light, and with a steady deep breath she told Matteo "Ah, that's my cue!" as she slipped from the barstool. "It was really nice to meet you, and thank you for the drink!" She felt a little foolish offering to shake his hand, but didn't really know what else to do. It didn't seem right to charge off, but neither were they in "hug me" territory. He didn't seem phased at all, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You're very welcome," he replied. Glancing at his watch he added "And I have to go to as well, soon, so it's all good."

Matteo decided to take just a second so they didn't awkwardly walk out together, and sipped the last of his drink as Lyle headed for the elevators.

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By the time the knock came at the hotel room's door Kai and Sammi were curled up on the sofa, talking and kissing gently. At the sound of the knock Kai's feeble efforts at looking surprised and confused matched Sammi's confusion: she could tell Kai was faking his bewilderment. Could he possibly know?? But when he opened the door and his confusion became real, it was moot. Instead of greeting Matteo as expected, here stood a thin young blonde grinning nervously--very pretty, but definitely not Matteo!

Sam had followed Kai to the door, and the blonde quickly looked past Kai as Sammi rushed past and embraced her young friend. Spinning her around so that she could look at Kai over Lyla's shoulder, Sammi's mischievous grin gave Kai the first clue that Sammi had planned this. But why?? He was instantly trying to think how he was going to explain his own plan that was due to be exposed any minute.

As if to punctuate the arrival of that thought, the elevator down the hall emitted a bing! and out stepped Matteo.

By this point, confusion abounded. Matteo was taken aback by the sight of Kai standing in the hall with a red haired beauty that must be Sammi, along with the cute blonde Matteo had seen on the way in.

Fortunately, Sammi was quickly piecing all of this together, herself. Kai had expected the guy to be at the door! Could it be that he had something adventurous (and totally out of character) in mind? Whatever the case, she was quickly coming up plenty of ideas of her own and had no intention of letting the boys off the hook. She'd bargained for a unique and exciting evening, and the curveball of a second cute guy was not something she'd let derail them. And Kai's friend coming sheepishly down the hall was cute--no doubt of that: tall, dark, and more heavily muscled than Kai.

"Lyla, this is Kai!" she stated brightly. "And Kai, I get the feeling you know this hunk of man coming down the hall?"

"Um, yes--of course." Kai was quickly regaining his composure, and his manners. "Lyla, it's great to meet you," he said warmly but carefully, "And ladies, this is Matteo."

"Why don't we move this out of the hall," offered Sammi, "And we can play a little Who's-Who and Why-Are-We-Here in...private."

With that, the array of baffled looks and awkward tension didn't immediately dissipate, but the wheels were turning in all of their heads and Sammi was one step ahead in her thoughts.

As the door swung toward a close, a pale and delicate hand halted it just long enough to dart out and put the "Do Not Disturb" sign firmly into place.

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Kai and Sammi went straight to work fixing drinks since it was pretty clear everyone could use one. Kai mixed gin-and-tonics for himself and Matteo, while Sammi made a White Russian for herself and a glass of merlot for Lyla—Sammi had brought along a bottle of Lyla's favorite.

Matteo and Lyla awkwardly looked around the substantial suite that Kai had reserved, killing time as best they could while trying to figure out what the hell was going on. They did manage to shoot each other amused-but-nervous glances when they poked their heads into the separate bedroom and noted that it had two king-sized beds.

Sammi kept an eye on Lyla and Matteo while she fixed drinks. It was clear that they were checking each other out as they roamed around the suite. Lyla appeared the most nervous, but Sammi was pretty sure she'd be okay. Matteo seemed mostly at ease, and she noticed with approval that he was well-mannered toward Lyla. He held the door for her, and was conscious of walking behind her—and not just to check her out, but out of a sense of politeness that seemed genuine. "What a good choice," she thought to herself, "an Adonis, with manners."

As they all settled into seats in the living room, Sammi caught Kai's eye and took the lead. "So Kai," she said playfully as she settled into a love seat next to him, "I suppose Matteo's presence means you thought I'd be up for a little ménage a trois action? Hmm?" Her tone made it pretty clear that she didn't find the prospect the least disturbing.

Kai laughed uncomfortably. "Look, you've been dropping hints for years that you thought it would be fun to take on two men at once—so yes, I did think you'd be up for it. And as much as I enjoy having you to myself," at which point he paused long enough to land a quick kiss on her forehead, "I thought maybe the time was right. Matteo joined the swim team this year, and I've seen him in the shower...so you're going to have to take my word for it that he is equipped to handle his part in this."

"Oh really," Sammi interrupted, "I hope I don't have to take your word for it at all." She hoped the look she cast Matteo's way was properly lecherous in a playful way.

"But I admit I didn't realize I'd been dropping hints about a FFM situation..." he trailed off, effectively passing the ball to Sammi.

"It's not that, so much" Sammi picked up, "so maybe I should explain."

After a quick glance to Lyla for approval, Sammi said "Lyla and I have gotten really close in the last few months." Both Kai and Matteo's expressions gave away their interpretation of "really close," and Sammi quickly said "Now now, don't go jumping to conclusions..." But the way she trailed off left her meaning very ambiguous. "I mostly meant that she's become my best friend, and in many ways like a little sister to me." The qualifiers in her sentence were not lost on either of the men, but they opted to leave the uncertainty in the air and let Sammi continue.

"Lyla is ready to expand her boundaries, if you know what I mean, and I feel strongly that that's an area that should not be left to chance," Sammi explained.

Lyla stepped in with "What she's saying is, I'm mostly inexperienced when it comes to sex--although I'm not a virgin so you don't have to worry about that stupid stigma. But the sex I've had was terrible, and very one-sided, so it's left me more curious for more." She laughed a little and took a sip of wine. "Sammi has helped me work through some things in my head, and finally I'm," and at this point she blushed a little, "ready to get back in the game."

Sammi said "And by 'in the game' we mean as little or as far into the game as she's comfortable with, of course," she said with a protective but gentle tone. Her tone softened completely when she looked Kai in the eye and said "But of course I don't need to say that, do I? You're the most considerate man I know, so honoring consent is the least of my worries!" With a playful laugh and a quick glance at Matteo she leaned closer to Kai and said "Now I'm only worried about whether I can handle what your friend is packing!"

After everyone laughed the tension was less thick, and Sammi added "But you know what? Learning about sex is difficult! It really is, especially for a woman who doesn't want to get a reputation—or a disease. I worked hard at learning about it, but it took a long time."

Kai, with real sincerity, said "Sam, you're great at everything about sex—so whatever you did worked for you."

Lyla said "And she's great at explaining things to me, and she's taught me a lot already." Again, the potential for what that meant was very much on the guys' minds. "And she thinks the world of you, Kai, so when she had the idea that I could join you guys this evening as a sort of observer ...and maybe a participant if it goes that way...I couldn't tell her no. I didn't want to tell her no." After a pause she looked Matteo's direction and said "And now I really don't want to tell her no!"

Matteo had been quite thus far, but at this point rose to his feet. Grinning, he took a deep breath and said "You guys have managed to make what should sound a little kinky sound, well, sweet. And I don't want to get in the way of that—"

Reaching out and touching his arm, Lyla interrupted "Matteo, please wait. You're right that Kai's invite to you has changed the evening, and I don't want you to take this wrong..." She paused in thought, with the full attention of everyone on what she would say next, "But please stay. Please? I mean, I don't know how far I'll want this to go, and whether I'll want to be fully, um, involved. But you seem really sweet," and in a stage whisper to Sammi "not to mention fucking hot", which drew a laugh and a nod from Sammi before she continued to Matteo "and if you don't mind letting me set the boundaries, I'd love it if you stayed."

Matteo looked to Kai for approval, and got nothing but a shrug. "It's not that I'm not intrigued by this whole arrangement," Matteo said, "so if you guys are okay with it, I'd love to stay and *cough* help in any way I can." Sitting down and shooting a grin at Sammi, he added "And I do mean any way I can..."

Sammi winked at him "Down boy...I think there's going to be plenty of room for all sorts of things before tonight is over."

Moments later, they'd agreed to several things: more drinks were in order, and Matteo had called down for room service. Although Kai and Sammi had eaten, their younger friends had not. Matteo once again scored points by listening very carefully to Lyla's selections from the room service menu, and getting them exactly right when he called to place the room service order.

To the surprise of the other three, Lyla was the one who came up with a way to get the evening started. She'd read some stories about strip poker and found the idea more than a little appealing, especially with two incredibly fit guys in the mix. She had even thought of some special rules to add some extra dimensions to the game: there was no betting as such and no folding—all players were in, every time; the low hand had to lose a piece of clothing, and the high hand got to ask a question or give a dare to any of the participants. The dares could be anything, so long as they only involved body parts that were exposed—that way, the more clothes that came off the more advanced the dares could be.

Lyla admitted she'd spent more than a little time fantasizing about this sort of game in order to have evolved the rules in her head. It was quickly becoming clear to Kai and Matteo that Sammi had read this right: Lyla was truly ready to explore sex, and they were counting their good fortune that they were going to get to be involved.

It turned out that Kai had a couple of decks of cards—he counted on solitaire as a standby for passing time when he travelled—so having refreshed their drinks they settled into seats around the coffee table as Kai shuffled and dealt.

Before they started, they moved the coffee table to the edge of the suite's sitting area, and laid the spare blankets from the bedrooms on the floor to make a reasonably padded space around which they could comfortably sit. The implication wasn't lost on anyone that whatever happened next would happen here--it felt almost like a tiny, intimate stage. Sammi pulled out an array of candles that she'd brought with her, lit them, and arranged them around the room as the guys pulled the thick curtains all the way closed. The result was sufficient lighting, but soft and warm--perfect for what was to come.

The first few rounds were tame enough: shoes and socks were removed and the dares were lightweight. Sammi's first win allowed her to "dare" Kai to be honest with her—not that he wouldn't have, anyway, and asked "I just want to be 100% sure you're okay with this. I really value our relationship and look forward to your visits enormously. If we keep going here, I'm going to—"

It was Kai's turn to cut her off. "You're going to do erotic, intimate things with both Matteo and I." Kai held Sammi's gaze steadily. "You'll kiss him, and he'll almost certainly go down on you, and if you want it you'll suck his cock and probably even fuck him. And I'll watch, or help, or participate in any way that's right for Lyla and for all of us. Yep, I get that! And yes, I want that."

He paused to let that sink in, and Sammi's answer came in the form of a slow deep kiss and a lingering hug. She looked into his eyes, warming up to the exhibitionist aspect of baring not just her naked body to the others—that was still to come—but of baring her feelings and emotions, as well. It gave her a charge she didn't expect, but she definitely enjoyed. A lot. "And I, lover, will be good to you throughout and really appreciate your openness about this. Besides, it's up to Lyla: I might 'have' to watch you do some intimate things, as well."

"I'm just glad we're being open about this," Lyla said. "I don't want any of this to come between the two of you."

Sammi, slipping back into her playful mode said "All things considered there might be quite a bit of 'coming' between several of us, tonight..." and with a laugh and a lustful look at all three of her friends she took the cards and started dealing the next hand.

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Room Service arrived before anyone lost too many clothes, and they took a break to pass around some food and another round of drinks. The wins and losses had been distributed more or less evenly, and the dares remained generally tame—often just questions about their past or minor physical dares (things like "do 20 pushups" or "hold Sammi's face in your hands and gently kiss her on the lips") to loosen things up. Kai had on slacks, a belt, and a shirt. Sammi had on her skirt, a light blouse over her favorite tight white cotton tank top, and no bra—all of her clothes were chosen carefully for tonight, although when she dressed earlier in the evening she didn't know they'd be coming off in quite this fashion. Matteo was the only one in socks, plus jeans and a white button-down shirt. Lyla was markedly lower on the clothes-count at this point, wearing only a sundress, bra and panties. She'd lost both sandals already. She chose the sundress this evening because it was light, and easy to remove and she didn't want any obstacles if things reached that point. In hindsight she might have given more thought to this when she suggested they play strip poker, but she realized too late that she'd essentially shorted herself one article of clothing with her fashion choice. But her mindset of "going for it" meant she was not going to back down, now, no matter what.

Good thing, since Lyla had the low hand in the next round, which meant the sundress was going to come off.

Without only a little hesitation, she gamely stood, reached for the lower hem of the dress and in a single motion pulled it off over her head. In her mind she considered herself at least "conventionally attractive" and at she knew she had the benefits of relative youth and regular physical activity: her legs were toned, she didn't carry much body fat, and although she was a little insecure about the relatively small size of her breasts, she was generally at peace with her own body. And she'd carefully trimmed herself just today and was wearing a specially-purchased pair of boy-short style lace panties with a matching lacy bra. Sammi had assured her she looked great in the outfit, so ready or not she was committed to going for it, this evening...at least to this degree.

So she was more than a little pleased that all of her observers—Sam included—made no secret of their approval of her looks or her willingness to be the first to shed something significant. Best of all they didn't say so outright but all of the non-verbal clues were there, including some serious checking-out by both of the guys. That--and no doubt the drinks--gave her the courage to stand for an extra moment and do a little half-turn back and forth before settling back into her seat with a giggle. Her confidence appreciated the boost, that's for sure.

As Sammi had won that round, she was in a position to give a dare. She'd been looking for chances to move things along, and decided the time was right.

"So here's what I want," she said as she rose and started around the room, extinguishing almost every candle she came to by licking her fingers and pinching out the flames. She left just three candles burning, leaving the room in deep shadows. Enough to see in general, but mostly dark.

"That takes the visual aspect out, so that no one feels...scrutinized." She laughed a little, saying "I have an exhibitionist side, but I'm not going to put that on Lyla" as she guided Lyla to the middle of the blankets, and instructed her to lay on her back with her arms at her sides.

"The dare for this round is simple: Lyla is to relax, and both men are dared to simply trace your fingers over her body. Be thorough, but remember that anything under clothing--including her sexy, lacy underclothes--is off limits. I think a gentle touch is one of the best forms of foreplay, and as we're all going to be shedding clothes soon I think it's time we move things to that level."

As Kai shifted to kneel on the floor facing Lyla from her side, Matteo suddenly stood and walked into one of the bedrooms. Sammi and Kai barely had time to exchange confused glances before he returned, though, carrying a pillow. Kneeling by Lyla's side he tucked it behind her head and said "If you're going to have to lay still while we enjoy ourselves, you should at least have a pillow for your head."

Lyla immediately reached up and put her hand behind Matteo's neck, pulling herself up as she pulled him down and kissed him, breaking off after a few seconds and saying "That's incredibly kind. Thank you!"

And with that she lay back, lowered her arms to floor loosely by her sides, and closed her eyes.

Kai and Matteo knelt on opposite sides of Lyla. Matteo took one of Lyla's hands into his own, and gently massaged each finger, then her palm, and began working his way up her arm. Kai started at Lyla's shoulder, and let his fingers gently slide across her skin. First along her collar bone, then up onto her neck, gently stroking her in long slow paths. Firm enough not to tickle, and slow enough that she could sense where he was headed.

Lyla had never felt anything like it in her life. She immediately relaxed into the experience, realizing that she trusted these two to be careful with her. That freed her to let go and enjoy the sensations. She was surprised at how quickly being touched like this brought out the desire in her, for more. She enjoyed being touched, and somehow she felt their approval of her body.

Matteo's hands had moved up her arm, and had gently massaged her shoulder and neck--it felt wonderful, and she imagined the feeling of him massaging her breasts, and wishing he would. When his hands moved that way she almost moaned in anticipation, but he stuck to the rules and skipped over her breasts, landing on her stomach as he gently stroked his way lower.

Kai's touch also skipped her breasts, and she actually had to resist the urge to lift her chest in the hopes that his fingers would brush her as they went by.

As both of the guys hands slid down her stomach she failed to stifle a soft moan, wishing they would continue to touch her all the way to the warm bloom and the beginnings of the wetness she was feeling between her legs. When she felt Sammi's hands at her calves and moving up to her inner thighs, she gasped gently and definitely didn't want her touch to stop, either. She briefly had an image of all six of their hands converging on her at once, pulling aside the black lace of her panties and competing to touch the folds of her pussy.

How did being touched like this make her feel so beautiful? The men's hands slid down the outside of her legs, while Sammi's soft touch played gently and carefully between her thighs. She'd never had an association between emotional affection and physical affection, before. But this combination of the physical and emotional senses had her remarkably comfortable with her own body, and she found herself wanting them to take her and touch her. She resolved to both take and be taken tonight, at every opportunity.

Sammi laughed kindly and clapped as Lyla's face grew warm with excitement and--no denying it now--arousal. "You guys are good--thank you! You were both great, and very obedient! Are you good, Lyla?"

"God yes! I want to win a hand now so that I can have them do that to you!"

"Oh don't worry," quipped Sammi, "I have all sorts of things in mind that they'll be doing to me soon."

[to be continued]