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A very friendly game (for Blurugirl and Johnn)

Jasmine's chest was rising and falling rapidly at all the attention focused on her chest. When it was her turn to take her cards, she opted to hold the ones she had.

"Warm and wet?" she asked.
 
Jasmine grinned, revealing an Ace High Spade flush.,

"Do you mean like a washcloth?" Jasmine asked innocently, as she raked in the pot.
 
A light of realization suddenly flickered on behind Jasmine's eyes.

Looking at Jack and Dennis, she asked, "So are you saying that you want to..."

Jasmine found herself to embarrassed to complete the question.
 
"I don't think they're too sensitive," Jasmine said, not believing she was having this conversation. Every instinct she had was telling her to put her sweatshirt on, grab her bra and sandals, and get out of the basement. Of course, every other instinct was telling her to stay put and let the guys look. Because she was really enjoying letting the guys look at her like this.

"You know, it's just that I don't want twisting and biting and hard pulling," she added. "So I don't think it's about over sensitivity at all."
 
Jasmine called, studying her hand.

"So, uh, if Dennis and Larry were, you know, with their mouths," she asked, looking down at her breasts, "What would Jack be doing?" Jasmine's gaze never left her cards as she asked the question.
 
"Well, I was just, you know, I---" Jasmine couldn't get her mouth to work, so instead she just showed her cards: a straight, eight high.\

"So, um, does anyone need tea or something?" Jasmine asked. She stood up, but purposefully kept her arms to her side, though it was obvious she was embarrassed doing so.
 
Feeling both scared and excited, Jasmine ascended the stairs. With each step, she felt her breasts bounce, and she knew the two sitting men were watching them intently. She also knew that Dennis was watching her panty-clad ass as she took each step.

It was the most thrilling experience in her life.

Once the pair got to the top of the steps, the hallway split. To the left went the bathroom, to the right the kitchen.

"I...I guess I'll see you back in the basement," Jasmine said as she went to the kitchen.
 
Jasmine jumped a little, startled, as Dennis walked up behind her and offered to help. She could feel his breath on her skin as he spoke softly to her. Dennis' closeness emphasized in Jasmine's mind her state of dress. Or more accurately, her state of undress.

"I'm...I'm good," Jasmine stuttered nervously. "I can...I can meet you downstairs."
 
Jasmine had the glasses on a tray when her eye caught sight of the intercom.

Walking over to it, she buzzed the basement.

"Um, do you guys want anything besides tea?" she asked.
 
"Um, I don't know if you meant me to hear that last part or not, but I did," Jasmine's voice said over the intercom.
 
"Well, I was kind of hoping you guys have liked what you've seen so far," Jasmine giggled, feeling fairly brave since she wasn't even on the same floor as the guys, much less the same room.
 
There was a pause over the intercom before Jasmine said, "Okay, I'm sliding off my panties now. They're hanging on my feet. And now I'm kicking them off."
 
"It's...it's kind of scary and kind of exciting, you know?" Jasmine answered. "I mean, you guys are the first ones to ever see...well, you know...my breasts." The last two words were said in a hushed tone.

"I can feel like, all the air on my body," Jasmine continued. "Everything feels sort of, hypersensitive," she added.

"I don't know if I could carry the tray down while wearing nothing," Jasmine thought out loud. "I'd be too nervous. And that's not an invitation to come upstairs," Jasmine hurriedly interjected. "I'd just have to think about it."
 
Ten minutes passed until a tray carrying Jasmine descended down the stairs.

Jasmine was clad in an ankle length terry cloth robe that was cinched tightly around her waist, and closed primly up to her throat.

Once she set the tray down, she began tugging at the belt. "I...I can't believe I'm going to do this," she said, as her hands fumbled with the robe belt.
 
Jasmine let the robe hang loosely on her shoulders, remaining still for a few seconds. Then she shrugged, letting the robe pool at her feet.

Jasmine stood in front of the three men in all her eighteen year old glory.

There were still some lines where she had been wearing her cyclist panties. Her hips were a little narrow, but still had a womanly flair.

At the junction of her legs was a triangular patch of dark, curly hair, that looked as if it had been trimmed recently, if inexpertly.

Jasmine slowly turned around, her cocoa brown skin perfect and unblemished as she show it all. Her buttocks were firm and tight. Perhaps a little too tight clenched from nervousness, as she made a complete 360.

"So...?" she asked hesitantly, her head bowed, as she looked up at the three men through her eyelashes. She kept her hands by her side, her hands nervously clenching and unclenching, as she asked, "Do I have a pretty...pussy?"
 
Jasmine's face went beet red at Jack's suggestion, then a bolder idea came to her mind.

"I could climb up on the table, if you want," she said, gesturing toward the very solid, round wooden table.
 
Blushing deeply now, Jasmine let Dennis help her onto the table. She crawled into the middle of the table, her breasts swinging from her chest. Once she got to the center of the table, she slowly stood up. She was unsure about what to do with her hands, so she kept them palm flat to her hips.

With her feet shoulder width apart, Jasmine smiled down nervously at the three older men.
 
"Oh gosh," Jasmine answered, looking up at the ceiling, both embarrassed and excited. The fact was, Jasmine was wet. No one had ever seen her like this before, and it was very, very thrilling.

"I, um, I, um," Jasmine began to answer Jack, but found herself unable to form any words.

"I need to sit down for a bit," Jasmine finally managed to get out. Jasmine knelt down to sit, then unceremoniously "plopped" her butt down on the table, feet and legs going straight out, slightly parted, while she leaned back a little, her arms behind her, propping her up.
 
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"Oh gosh," Jasmine managed to get out. Just the very thought of kisses on her breasts and between her legs was sending shivers through her body.

Maybe she wanted to try some new things, but she wasn't sure she wanted to try everything.

"Before we go any further, you guys have to promise to keep your clothes on, okay?" she asked, a pleading tone to her voice.
 
"Maybe take turns kissing me?" Jasmine asked. "And touch my arms and legs. You don't have to take turns on that," she hesitantly added.
 
The light, almost imperceptible brushes against her pubic hair were driving Jasmine wild. Her eyes were closed as her head tossed left and right. Jasmine was making little grunts in reaction to the touches and kisses her body was receiving. Her hips were bucking up and down as her body didn't want any more teasing. It wanted actual touches.

"You can...you can touch my breasts if you...if you want," Jasmine managed to grunt out. "And...and my pussy. And...oh...lips and tongue too!"
 
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