Chapter 17: The Game

This exciting adventure happened a while ago, but I have very good memories of it, as it was one of my most passionate experiences.

It all happened on a hot summer afternoon a few years ago. We were at my boyfriend Carlos's house with a great friend of mine, Maite, her boyfriend, Juanjo, and me. The house was empty because Carlos's parents were traveling.

The afternoon, besides being hot, was quite boring, although livened up by good music, some mixed drinks, and snacks. We entertained ourselves with Trivial Pursuit and other games we usually played on rainy afternoons like that one. We would have much rather been on the beach or on an excursion. It was very hot with the entire house closed up because of the annoying rain. After a few games, Juanjo, my friend's boyfriend, suggested we play something new.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a game I've been told is a lot of fun," he replied. "It's Strip Parcheesi!"

There were a few seconds of silence...

"What is that?" my intrigued boyfriend asked.

"Very easy!" Juanjo answered, euphoric. "It's played like regular Parcheesi, and the difference is that when you 'eat' someone's piece, besides counting ten, the victim has to take off a piece of clothing with a certain air of eroticism, like a striptease. When someone reaches the end, they count twenty, and everyone else has to take off a piece of clothing. If someone runs out of clothes, they must pay by obeying a small command from the person who ate the piece, or if that person reaches the end, everyone will forfeit a piece of clothing or obey a command.

The winner of the game will choose an order that everyone must obey."

Another silence.

"Are you crazy?" his girlfriend Maite asked him, quite annoyed.

Carlos and I looked at each other, surprised, as Juanjo, whom we've known for a long time, would be the last person we would have suspected would come up with something like that, as he is very serious, besides being very jealous of his girl.

Deep down, I was quite intrigued, as I knew my boyfriend naked and my friend Maite, but not Juanjo, who, by the way, was incredibly good-looking. Nevertheless, I jumped in with a question:

"You're kidding, right?" I said.

"And why not? We've known each other for a long time, so I think there's no need to be scared," he replied, very convinced.

We were speechless. The proposal, deep down, excited me a lot, and I think the others too, what with the alcohol, the laughs, the heat, and all that. It seemed like something very intense, but, why not? As Juanjo said, it was just a simple game.

After discussing and commenting for a while, Carlos and I looked at each other and exchanged a smile of assent.

"I agree," Carlos said.

"Me too," I affirmed.

Maite looked at us super strangely, as if we were crazy, and repeated again and again,

"No! I think it's an idiotic game. Sometimes, Juanjo, you seem like an idiot."

Initially, we dropped the subject, thinking of playing something else, but it was her boyfriend who convinced her after some discussion:

"Look, you girls hold the key. Whenever you want, we stop the game, and that's it, but I think we could try it. It could be fun."

In that, Juanjo was right; it could be very fun...

Finally, after a lot of to-ing and fro-ing, and although my friend was still not very convinced, we decided to start the game. We placed the board in the center of the living room rug and put cushions around it, where we all comfortably settled, sitting or half-reclining.

The game started without much fanfare, and it was precisely Maite who was the first to "eat" my piece. I smiled, stood up, and took off one of the high-heeled sandals I was wearing, spinning it in my hand while singing "¡tariro, tariro!". The thing was funny, much more so than a game of Trivial Pursuit. It gave all of us nervous laughter.

The game became more interesting when Maite had to choose a garment between her tight jeans or her white spaghetti-strap top. She opted for the latter, stood up, and slowly pulled that top over her head. Her breasts moved as she took her arms out. She was left in her pants and a pale pink bra that minimally supported her enormous breasts. It seemed that she and all of us were getting into the game.

Then Juanjo "ate" Carlos's piece, and he took off his shirt. Then I "ate" Juanjo's piece, and he slowly stripped off his t-shirt. His torso was muscular, well-shaved because he swam, he had a huge back, strong arms, and very defined abs, besides being very handsome—in short, the guy was a hunk.

It was then my turn to take off the dress I was wearing. That dress really suited me; it was a multi-colored floral print, short, with straps, and with 8 buttons that ran all the way from top to bottom. I stood up and unbuttoned them one by one, while swaying my hips with a very suggestive rhythm. Carlos loved those movements, but Juanjo even more, as he had never known me to be so sexy and was dying to see me without the little dress. His eyes were popping out of their sockets. After undoing all the buttons and continuing with that dance, I turned my back and slowly lowered the dress, letting it fall down my back, until it dropped to the floor.

My underwear was white and snug. I turned around, and Juanjo's jaw dropped. It's possibly wrong for me to say it, but I look quite good. At least I like to take care of my body and show it off. I lay down, reclining with a certain sensuality, and we continued playing.

A while later, Maite got a piece to the finish line, so we all had to strip off a garment. It started with my boyfriend Carlos, who slowly lowered the zipper of his fly, then turned around and, sticking his butt out, took off his pants. He was wearing silk boxer-type shorts that I had given him.

Next, it was Juanjo who got up and, to the rhythm of the music, unbuttoned the buttons of his denim fly one by one. Slowly, he lowered the garment, and a solid man appeared before my eyes in tight, modern black briefs, with a huge package underneath. I think he was hard. I looked over at his girlfriend Maite and smiled.