End of 8th grade year...Middle school was done for, and just about all the students were pumped and ready for a hell of a summer. I, for one, wasn't expecting much, but was prepared for just about anything, preferably something adventurous. Something out of the ordinary. What side of me have people not seen before?
That same day, a friend of mine invited me to her house to hang out with a couple of her other friends, since her parents were going out of town. She had no younger siblings, and her parents trusted her without a sitter, so she pledged the house would be just us. So, judging by the casual tone of the invitation, I wasn't expecting much, but it was still something to do, nevertheless.
Later that day, in the night, I go to my friends house, and she tells me that everyone was in the basement, so in the basement we went. There was a TV in the far corner, but it was turned off. The main focus of the room was the hardwood table under the hanging bulb. There were six chairs set, circumnavigating the table, with four seats already filled. Three of them were boys, and then one girl. Of course, the remaining two seats were for me and my friend. We sat and the boy across from me began to shuffle a deck of cards, and explained to us that we were about to play a game of Strip Poker. At first, I looked to everyone at the table in some shock, but apparently I was the only one baffled. As in my common modest manner, I didn't say anything. I figured if it went too far, I'll object. Besides, what's to become of my adventure if I don't take any steps?
The first hand was dealt and I ended up losing, which got me off to a horrible start in the game, so I took off my shoes, just to taunt. Afterward, we kept playing through, and carrying over our records. However, I continually lost hands, constantly taking off articles of clothing, and sometime two at a time. My earrings, my socks, my sweater, my shirt, my bracelets, my hairband, and my undershirt.
I was basically down to my jeans, panties and bra by now. Suprisingly, I wasn't nervous at all. It was probably because I felt more comfortable that one of the guys had no shirt, and the other girl was in my situation, but down to her bare underwear. I was more comfortable with the fact that we were all complying with the game's rules while having a bit of fun ourselves.
Another hand goes. My loss. I slip off my jeans and neatly place it in my pile of stuff to my left. The room suddenly began to chill me a little bit, but I was unbothered by it, since I wanted to finally win a hand after my slew of losses.
A few more hands go. Pretty much everyone at the table had an article of underwear showing by now. They didn't seem to feel guilty, so neither did I.
A hand goes again for two articles of clothing. I tried my best to try and best them...but my lack of knowledge with the game resulted in my loss. The two articles of clothing were the only two I had left. I straightened my legs out under the table and shyly slipped my panties down my legs. I nearly froze up at times because I was the center of attention, but the smooth, silky, tingling stride of the fabric on my skin only made me want to continue. They bumped over my toes, and I placed it in my pile. Between my legs did the chill of the air invade. My pussy was smooth and was bar skin around it, so the chill was a bit intense, but I liked it. It was a sensational chill, something I'd never felt before.
To prevent anyone from seeing anything, I moved my chair in a little bit. Before I placed my hands on my bra, I thought about my thoughts before...whether I should object or stay calm. However, I considered that it would do no harm to even try this just once. I didn't know those people and they didn't know me. Besides, being a teenager means hormones are kicking in, and those sexual impulses are tempting. It was nature, I guess.
I slid my hands around my ribs to my back and undid the strap. The lines of fabric slid down slightly a retracted its position and hung in the air. I let on of my hands hold the loose cups to my breasts. The chill moved to the area on my back which the fabric grasped. Again the sensation came to me. Without hesitation, I pull the bra away from me and place it in the pile. Of course, it was a rash decision of mine, so I laughed shyly as the boys gawked for a few seconds, before getting back to the game.
Of course, the chill rushed to my breasts, and almost instantly my nipples tensed up, and the sensation came to me again. Of course, I got goosebumps and everyone saw, but they didn't seem to mind. In fact, I noticed the boy sitting across from me reach his hand under the table and moving his arm frantically. At the time, I didn't know what he was doing, but now I know he was masturbating. Either way, it was both embarassing and exilharating at the same time.
So, anyway, that was the first time I was naked in front of...well, anyone, really. Not a common experience in the teen years. Also, I know it's no erotic story, but I felt like telling it.