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"A flush. Do you have three or four aces?"

"Only three," Kathy said, downing another shot of absinthe. She stood up and took off her blouse, leaving her with a transparent bra on top. She started toward me for the penalty kiss. I asked Tanner to take it for me. Kathy pouted for a moment, but slapped a grin on her face when she realized my replacement was pretty fair game himself. Perhaps it was partly retaliation for my refusing to kiss, and partly the fourth drink of absinthe, but she plastered her body against him and kissed him open mouthed for the full minute. If the bulge in Tanner's shorts was any indication, he enjoyed the kiss immensely. I decided I might take her future penalties myself considering how bare she was becoming and how much Tanner was enjoying it. Tanner would already be kissing her every time he lost to her, or she or Stan to him.

"We were all bragging about our poker prowess, but you're a pretty fair poker player yourself, Brooke. You haven't lost once so far."

"Intercollegiate sports, ladies and gentlemen. You have to do something on the bus and in the hotel rooms. Oh, and my Daddy made it to the regional finals of the World Series of Poker."

"Tanner, you brought in a ringer," Kathy laughed, "though from the expression on your face, I doubt you knew it."

Having gotten a gauge of how the others were playing, and not having lost yet, I decided I could afford a few more risks than I'd taken so far. I started folding less often, willing to risk less than perfect hands in a play. The rest must have felt the same, because everybody folded less frequently from that point on. Over the next several hands, Tanner lost both his shoes, one to Kathy and one to Stan and I again stood in for the kiss. Given how his wife had kissed Tanner, Stan held me close and the kiss was primarily open mouthed. I was breathing harder when he finished. Stan was not a bad kisser. Stan also lost twice, once to me and once to Kathy. I lost twice, tasting the absinthe for the first time and losing my shoes. One of the losses was to Tanner and one to Kathy. I let her take the penalty from me and she kissed better than Stan, softer, smoother, creamier with her lipstick on. Kathy lost another hand to Stan and had to shed her shorts, showing her panties were as transparent as her bra. While Stan kissed her, he caressed her breasts, turning her nipples into hard buttons. At least they were married.

Thus far, Tanner had lost four times, Kathy five, Stan three, and me twice. Stan was right about the absinthe; it was potent stuff. Even the two small shots I'd taken were having an affect on me. I stopped the game momentarily to get bottles of water for myself and anyone else who wanted it. I returned to the game and Kathy dealt, seven card draw. I got three jacks in my hand and drew four, picking up a pair of twos. A full house is a good hand no matter what you were playing, so I stayed in, losing to Kathy's four tens. I finally had to surrender a piece of clothing that meant something, taking off my blouse and exposing my lacy bra to three pairs of avid eyes. Kathy claimed her penalty after I downed another shot of absinthe. When she was finished with me, I was glad we were only kissing for a minute and not longer.

From that moment on, my luck and Stan's both took a nosedive. Over the next five hands, he and I both lost twice, while Tanner lost once. Kathy maintained. Of the two times I lost, I shed my shorts the first time and had to kiss Stan. I also had to kiss Stan when Tanner lost his shirt to him. The next time I lost was a tougher decision. I could lose the panties which covered my very brief swim suit bottoms or my bra. I finally decided on the panties, as even the briefest of bottoms was still a covering; losing the bra was not. I lost to Tanner and he clasped my near naked butt in his two large hands and pillaged my mouth, holding me tight to his bare chest. Stan lost to Kathy, losing only a shoe, the first time, but lost to Tanner the second, losing his shirt and I had to accept his kiss for Tanner. When he was done, I was panting again, and asked to stop for more water.

We were now in a dead heat. All of us had lost five times. Kathy and I had our tops and bottoms covered, Stan and Tanner had shorts and Fruit of the Looms. The game was getting down to the nitty gritty. Both men were showing the effects of kissing barely dressed women, sporting erections. I couldn't speak for Kathy, but I was feeling on the juicy side myself. The first deal after getting the water ended up with everyone folding but Tanner. The next deal finally broke Kathy's lucky streak. She lost to Tanner and surrendered her bra. Her lovely tits squashed up against Tanner's chest as she forked over her penalty. His hands were squeezing her nylon covered bottom. They were both panting when Stan called time.

Tanner lost the next deal to Stan. Off came his shorts, exposing his low rise, boxer briefs. The tip of his cock was sticking up under the band. Kathy whistled.

"Nice cock, big man," she said. I couldn't disagree with her. I had to kiss Stan again for Tanner. I was really feeling the euphoria of my five shots of absinthe. My head was spinning even before I kissed him, and was spinning faster when we were done. I noticed I was holding him almost as tightly as he held me and it seemed the minute took forever to end. The next hand was another bust, with all but me folding.

Stan dealt the next hand, another game of Texas hold 'em. I got dealt a three and five of hearts in the blind. The next two cards of the flop were a ten of hearts, and a three of diamonds. Possible flush or pair of threes. Still worth sticking around for. Both Tanner and Stan dropped out after the second flop, seeing nothing of interest in their hands. Kathy stayed in and I wondered what she had. Could be almost anything. Six of hearts flopped next, so flush looking better and better. The last flop was the three of clubs. I now had four hearts and was a heart away from the flush, and three treys, a three away from four of a kind. I could live with either of those if I got it. Kathy stayed in so either she also had a couple hearts or something entirely unknown. She couldn't have threes like I did. Might have a pair to match with the six or ten to make a full house. I guess I'd assume the full house and fold if I got the flush and play on if I got the three. Stan dealt the last down and dirty. I got the three and Kathy didn't fold.

"Four threes," I said laying down my cards.

"Four tens," she replied, putting hers down. There they were, staring me in the eye. She'd gotten a pair of tens to start and had the full house with the last flop, which would have lost, but picked up the fourth ten on her last blind. I drank my absinthe shot and took of my bra, baring my breasts.

"Come to mama," Kathy said, holding out her arms. I walked over to her side of the bed and she stood up to meet me. She pulled me close for the kiss. I'd never realized before that moment what it would be like kissing another woman while we were both bare breasted. I was taller, so mine were above hers, but still, it was like bumping up against two soft, squishy pillows. It felt nice, especially as sexually charged as I was from the constant kissing and near nudity. I enjoyed the kiss and again, it seemed the minute went on longer than I expected. Apparently, my sense of time passage was being screwed up by the alcohol. I was sure my pussy was leaking when we'd finished. Hers were clear, so it was evident Kathy was.