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A very friendly game (for Blurugirl and Johnn)

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Jasmine Washington was the kind of daughter any single father would be proud to have. She was an excellent student, taking honors classes in both history and literature in her senior year. She was an outstanding student athlete, lettering in two sports. She was kind and polite to everyone, and did volunteer work. If she had any shortcomings, it was her shyness with boys her own age. Jasmine had only gone on a few dates, and none had gone any further than a chaste kiss goodnight.

Not that Jasmine's father thought his daughter's lack of dating experience was a bad thing. Every father wants his daughter to remain as innocent as long as she can.

Harold Washington owned a small chain of hardware stores in the Eastern US, and every two weeks, he invited three of his chain's department heads to play poker in his basement/mancave The poker game was relatively small stakes, since its primary purpose was to give Harold and his people a chance to relax and blow off steam.

Jasmine enjoyed helping her father set up the poker game and serving the guys between rounds. All the guys were in their thirties, white, good looking and always polite and friendly with Jasmine. Jasmine thought of the three guys as honorary uncles, and was always very comfortable around them.

On this particular poker night, Harold and his employees had only gotten through a couple of rounds of poker when Harold got an emergency call from the manager of the latest store Harold had acquired. The call meant that Harold had to leave right then and there. Harold told his employees they were more than welcome to continue playing in his absence. Harold was in such a hurry that he only had time to grab a couple of changes of clothes before jumping into his car and driving out.

Standing in the basement wearing an oversized sweatshirt, loose jeans and sandals, Jasmine asked, "So what can I get you guys before your next round?"
 
"Oh, I couldn't do that," Jasmine answered, though her eyes sparkled at the offer. "You guys go ahead and play and I'll bring back three glasses of sweet tea."

Jasmine took one last longing look at where her Dad had been sitting, before heading upstairs to get three glasses of sweet tea.
 
"Well, I really don't know how to play that well," Jasmine replied, though her tone clearly showed she wanted to be talked into sitting down and playing the chips her father had left.
 
"Maybe my Dad might get mad about me playing with his chips," Jasmine replied, though she did take the proffered seat.
 
"You mean like putting a deposit on a pair of bowling shoes?" Jasmine giggled. In her mind, she didn't realize she was trading an article of clothing to play in a game of poker. "Okay, but I ought to get as much money as my Dad left on the table."
 
Jasmine chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip as she studied her cards.

"I, uh...I'm calling, right?" she asked, pushing chips into the center of the table.
 
Jasmine had been all smiles and giggles as she started playing. Every decision she made seemed to be the right one. She was drawing the right cards, making the right bets, and even knew when to fold. She was having the time of her life.

And then she lost a hand she was sure she was going to win. And then another. And another.

Even though Jasmine wasn't actually losing anything (since she had been given twenty dollar in chips for just temporarily loaning her sandals to the guys), it still felt like losing to her. So she became a little reckless in her betting. Before she knew it, Jasmine was out of chips.

"Well, I had a lot of fun," she said as she stood up, a little sadness creeping into her smile. "Thanks for letting me play, guys."
 
Jasmine excitedly headed up stairs, and brought down a pitcher of sweet tea, as well as a plate of the oatmeal raisin cookies she had made earlier that day. She excitedly plopped down in the chair, wondering what the guys were going to do. Maybe they were just going to use the chips just for chips, instead of representing money. Jasmine would feel a little guilty about that, because she knew first hand the excitement of playing for money. But even if it was just for fun, Jasmine would enjoy playing poker with the guys.
 
Jasmine's mouth dropped open at what Jack suggested. It sounded like the guys were all suggesting that they play a game of cards where everyone would end up naked at the end of the night. Jasmine hadn't take off her clothes for anyone except her doctor for all her life. Her mind immediately raced to the possibility of her being nude in a room with not one but three nude men. The prospect absolutely terrified her.

"Maybe I could sell you something, like I did my sandals, for chips, and then I take my sandals and whatever when we finish playing?" she asked. Jasmine's desire to continue playing poker was warring with the fear caused by the possibility of one or more of the guys coming out of his clothes and possibly doing things. Jasmine was fairly sheltered, so she only had a faint notion of what those things were. But she would probably bolt out of the room if one of the guys started undressing.
 
Jasmine chewed on her cookie, thinking about what to do. On one hand, she had really enjoyed playing poker with real money. On the other hand, if she wanted to continue playing. She knew that, whatever she sold, she'd get it back, but she'd have to take it off in the first place. And Jasmine had never shown off any part of her body, not to the opposite sex at least.

She thought about taking off her pants. Her sweatshirt was pretty long. It would cover her down to almost her knees. Well, halfway down to her knees. And underneath she was wearing her cycling underpants

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So it wasn't like she was wearing anything skimpy.

Not believing she was doing it, Jasmine slid her pants off, tugging her sweatshirt as far down as it would go. She handed the pants over to Dennis and asked, "So maybe I could have forty dollars worth of chips, and I guess if I go through them, I'll call it a night?"
 
Jasmine adjusted her sweatshirt so that was sitting on it and keeping it in place. Her underwear was hidden now, but her smooth, firm legs were on display. Jasmine was obviously embarrassed and nervous, but those disappeared when she won the next two hands, and became more relaxed with the guys.
 
"Of course," Jasmine replied. She had had a small losing streak the last few hands, though she was still a few chips over the forty dollars she had sold her pants for. Jasmine was having such a good time, she had momentarily forgotten her state of undress.
 
At the thought of walking up the stairs, Jasmine suddenly remembered how she was dressed. "Oh, I, well, I thought no more cookies for a while, and just focus on the game." Jasmine's face was glowing as she once again tugged down on the hem of her sweatshirt.
 
Jasmine nodded. "I'll either do really well, or I'll be out faster." With that, Jasmine put in two chips for the ante.
 
Jasmine bit her lip, not knowing what to do. Well. she knew what she wanted to do. She was enjoying playing poker with the guys. They were laughing and having a good time. And truth be told, it was a bit of safe fun, sitting in front of the guys with her legs on display. She caught the guys more than once checking out her legs.

But this was getting serious. Maybe she should quit now.

But truth be told, this was the most excitement Jasmine had ever had, even if it was somewhat illicit.

Without looking up, Jasmine pulled her arms into her sweatshirt. There was some motion underneath, then her arms pushed back out through her sleeve. Her right hand was holding a plain black bra. The label on it read 32B/C, indicating it was a half cup between B and C.

Jasmine's sweatshirt was so thick and loose that one might...might...be able to tell that breasts were now unrestrained, but that was all she could tell.

Still, Jasmine's face was glowing as she held out her bra and asked, "Maybe you can give me eighty dollars worth of chips? And not double the ante and bets?"
 
"Not more than once," Jasmine laughed, pulling in the pot. It was after midnight now, but Jasmine was feeling energized. She was laughing and joking as well, and was enjoying winning. And maybe she was enjoying being on display a little.

Maybe.

She still felt a little shy running up and down the stairs when taking a bathroom break or grabbing drinks and snacks for the guys. Her legs were on display, and she couldn't help but flash her black bicycle panties. The sweatshirt she was wearing didn't reveal any anatomical facts about her breasts other than they were unencumbered, they were somewhere between the sizes of oranges and grapefruit, and that Jasmine had worn her bra for purposes of restraint rather than support.

Jasmine also had to admit she felt a little thrill being braless, especially when she went up and down the stairs.

And she felt very good that she had won a big pot as she raked the pot in.
 
Jasmine studied her hand, then looked up at the clock, then back at her hand. It was getting late. Maybe it was time to call it a night.

But she really liked playing, she thought she had a winning hand, and truth be told, she was enjoying the exhibitionist session she was the center of.

But whatever she took off next, she would end up showing something. Not just legs or her panties or letting the guys see her breasts bounce around underneath her sweatshirt. She would end up showing something.

"It's late," Jasmine began. "I should probably go to sleep."

Jasmine looked down at her cards. Not looking up, she continued, "If I sold you my sweatshirt --- which I'm not saying I am going to do, I would sell it for as many chips it would take to stay in pot PLUS two hundred dollars worth of chips PLUS a cap on the pots for the rest of the night."

Jasmine kept her gaze down, as she let her offer hang in the air.
 
"I'm not saying I'm going to do this," Jasmine continued, still not looking up, "But if I do, you guys can look, but not touch. And, you have to use nice words, if you want to talk about any part of my body. You can't use slang. You have to say..."Jasmine's face was practically glowing"...breasts and nipples. If I do this. Which I haven't decided if I want to or not."
 
Jasmine's chest was rapidly rising and falling as she stood up. Jasmine's hands moved downward, as if of their own volition, grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt. Not believing she was doing this, she slowly started lifting her sweatshirt.

First her cyclist panties were revealed. They were black, not revealing anything, but form fitting enough to reveal that Jasmine had a tight, firm butt.

Next, Jasmine lifted the shirt to reveal her flat, firm stomach, with her tiny navel unadorned by the piercing most young women her age got.

She lifted the sweatshirt further, then paused so that the bottom of her breasts were barely revealed. Jasmine paused there for what seemed forever, before taking a deep breath and yanking the sweatshirt completely off.

And for the first time ever, Jasmine revealed her breasts to a man.

They were the size of smallish grapefruits, firm, and riding high and proud on her chest. The skin of her breasts were the same smooth, dark color of the rest of her skins, with her smallish nipples a brownish black color. Said nipples were hard and pointing straight forward, made hard both from their exposure to the air and Jasmine's excitement.

Jasmine's arm and head became momentarily tangled in her shirt. As Jasmine struggled to extricate herself from the sweatshirt, her breasts bounced around. As soon as she removed the sweatshirt, one of Jasmine's arms covered the nipples of her breasts, while her free hand gave the sweatshirt to Dennis. Her face beet red, Jasmine used her free hand to turn over her cards, revealing she had a Royal Flush, all spades.

"So I guess I win the pot?" she asked, finally able to look up.
 
Jasmine was a bright red at Dennis' description, but a little thrill ran through her as well.

"I...I'm going to hold a pose for a couple of minutes," Jasmine began, "And then we'll go back to playing, and I'll, well, you'll just have to put up with however I move my arms. And remember, the pots are capped."

With that, Jasmine stood up, lifted her arms, then put her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers. The result was that Jasmine's nipples were pointing slightly upward. Jasmine's breasts jiggled a little because of her nervousness and rapid breathing, but the pose also emphasized the firmness of Jasmine's breasts. There was absolutely no sag to them.
 
Jasmine took a deep breath to steady her nerves (which expanded her chest wonderfully) and told Dennis, "Just a couple minutes more, and then we go back to playing cards, okay?"
 
Not believing she was doing what she was doing, Jasmine moved her hands from behind her head to the front of her body. Initially she just cupped her hands and slid them lightly over her breasts, but then she gently cupped her own breasts and began softly kneading them. Jasmine closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted, as she enjoyed both the sensations her hands were creating on her firm, young flesh, as well as knowing Dennis, Larry and Jack were watching her.

Jasmine parted her fingers slightly, so that her hardened nipples were peaking out. She gave them the lightest of tugs, and moaned at the pleasure it sent shooting through her body.
 
It was like a cold splash of water, that final request. Jasmine suddenly realized just how exposed she was, and how wantonly she had been acting in her self-pleasure.

Blushing and incredibly embarrassed, Jasmine crossed her arms over her breasts and said, "Maybe we should get back to the game."
 
"It's---it's okay," Jasmine said, still furiously blushing. Knowing there was no way to take the chips with just one hand (or deal with one hand, for that matter), Jasmine leaned over the table to drag her chips in, her breasts handing like firm fruit from her chest.

As she sat back down and began dealing the cards (with her exposed nipples as hard as diamonds), she said, "So not counting the ante, nobody has to ut more than $20 into each pot. As Jasmine looked at her cards, she hesitantly asked, "So do you really think they're that nice?"
 
"I---I don't think I would want to twist them," Jasmine said, brushing the fingertips of her right hand over her left nipple. "I...they're pretty sensitive," she added, ducking her head.
 
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