I then remind her about the panties.

When I was going to Ryerson I lived at Niel-Wycik, a twenty-two story co-ed student housing co-operative. At Wycik there are different unit arrangements from one-bedroom apartments to six person co-ed units and everything in-between. So as you can imagine, Wycik had quite a reputation for being party place!

At the time this story took place I was living in a four-person co-ed unit. The unit had a private entrance; four rooms (two girls, two guys) shared bathrooms and a shared kitchen/dining/living room.

While I had been looking forward to returning to school, I soon realized that this year might be a wash as I was the only party person in the unit. The other guy was a study freak, (so don’t make any noise) Girl #1 was from Montreal and was the typical ice princess. Girl #2, also from Montreal was nice enough, had a hot bod and cute face, but she hid behind a boyfriend shield. You know the type, every sentence starts with “My boyfriend says," "My boyfriend does the following," "According to my boyfriend back home," etc.

Yet there was something about her that made me wonder. None of them ever attended the floor parties or went to the local pubs, so I started to look elsewhere for my good times.

This all changed one Friday after Christmas when the Study Freak and the Ice Princess had gone home for the weekend. I was getting ready to go out and meet some friends at one of the local bars and was sitting in the kitchen doing some pre-drinking and playing solitaire.

At that time I believed the urban legend that if you drink milk (or something with milk in it) before a night of partying that you wouldn’t get sick, so I was drinking Bailey's and milk.

The Hot Bod Girl came in to get something from the fridge and commented on me drinking milk with ice in it. I explained that it was a drink with Irish Cream liquor in it. She commented on wondering what a drink with milk in it might taste like (obviously not a drinker). I offered her a taste and she thought that this was good stuff!

I asked if she would like one, and poured it for her. She sat down to watch me play solitaire and in five minutes the drink was gone. I refilled it and the second one went nearly as fast. After a couple more she starts giggling and laughing at everything I say, and I am not saying anything particularly funny.

I asked her if she wants to play cards, something easy like 31 (I believe the game, or a version of it, is also called Scat). She says sure. We were playing by the rules that you start with six pennies each, and have to throw one into the pot every time you loose or throw two in if you knock and the other person beats you. First person to loose all their pennies is out of the game.

She is not playing all that well (I am still filling the glass) but I throw good cards from the draw to let her win most of the hands. Finally she beats me, and I suggest we play a different game.

There hasn’t been a mention of the boyfriend for nearly an hour so I jokingly suggest Poker. I then tell her that wouldn’t be a good idea as I am not a very good poker player and usually loose my shirt, sometimes literally!

This catches her attention and she wants to hear the details about me loosing my shit and what else! I tell her that sorry, but I can’t tell you because it is against the rules.

"What rules?" she asks.

"The rules of strip poker or any other strip game of course."

"What are they?" she asks.

1) No one can quit until there is a clear winner.
2) No hiding – you can’t cross your arms and legs if you loose your clothes.
3) The winner has to give the looser 2 chances to get even but can set the price. –(If I loose I will take off my last piece of clothing but if you loose you have to do the dishes for a week – or something like that!)
4) What happens at the game stays at the game – unless someone reneges on rule 1 or 2, then bragging is encouraged.


She has started to suck her bottom lip and then says: Too bad I don’t play poker. We both laugh at this, and I suggest that there are other games, and it is a good thing we hadn’t been playing with clothes during the 31 game as she still has 4 pennies left!

She is sucking her bottom lip again, stares at the pennies, then at me, giggles and says, "Do you want to play?" (YES!)

We start to play and my playing gets much better, but she has a couple of lucky hands and we get to the point where she is down to bra and panties and I have my briefs and undershirt.

I am holding the ace and king of clubs and the ace of hearts. She draws a card giggles so I know she is about to knock next turn but then discards the 10 of clubs! (YES! YES!)

I pick it up and sure enough she knocks and giggles. I draw something form the pile then after a moment discard it and ask her what she has. With a smile ear to ear she lays down three 2’s (worth 30.5 points and only beatable with 31). I lay down the 31 and she looks at it in disbelief, as she now has to take off both her bra and panties!

It takes her a few minuets during which she downs another drink, before she gets up the nerve. But she starts sucking the bottom lip again, and then off comes the bra. She puts her hands behind her head and sticks out her chest.

I stare and the more I stare the harder her nips get and I realize she likes being looked at! I tell her she has nicer tits than I had imagined and she giggles. I then remind her about the panties. She has a little more trouble getting up the nerve to take these off, but eventually does. She keeps her knees shut tight though and I remind her no hiding! At which she starts sucking her bottom lip again.

After about a minute she giggles and quickly opens and closes her knees. I tell her that doesn’t count! She again giggles and spreads wide. I again stare and she seems to like it.

She reminds me about giving her a chance to even the score.

About a week before I had gotten up in the middle of the night to get something to drink from the kitchen, which was beside her room, and I overheard noises and quiet moans from her room. I was pretty sure I knew what she had been doing so I told her that the price for her chance if she lost would be to masturbate for me.

To this she said, "Oh My God!" Then after a moment started to suck her bottom lip. I lost my undershirt. Second chance same deal. This time I won.

By this time she needed no coaxing and quickly started to rub herself. After she came the fist time and was headed for the second she quit watching me watch her and closed her eyes. As she got close I silently slipped of my briefs and knelt before her chair and just as she was about to come I gently took her hands aside and went down on her. She came so hard I thought she was going to explode! Turns out she had never had head before.

Needless to say we progressed through the rest of the weekend doing it like rabbits. And trying all sorts of interesting things!

Sunday morning we showered together then got dressed, as we didn’t know how early the other two might come back. She told me she had to go to the library to do some research for a class on Monday and left.

By the time she came back the others had arrived and she was back into the “My boyfriend says…” routine.

Not a thing was mentioned all week about what had happened until the next Friday evening when the other two again had left for the weekend. She knocked on my door and when I opened it she was standing there buck-naked and asked: “Want to play 31?”

“Want to play 31?” became our little signal for a hook-up.