The Card Game I

Lena’s POV

I always liked Jake. From the first week of college I watched him in class. Tall, easy smile, the way he focused when he studied. I think he stole glances at me too. I caught him staring at me sometimes when I laughed or when I leaned over my notes.

Exams were close. So I decided to invite him over to study at my place. My roommate was gone for the weekend. I showered early and took my time getting ready. I put on a fitted tank top and a short skirt. 

At exactly noon, there was a knock at my door. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading towards the door. I had changed into a soft pink top that dipped low in front with a mini denim short. No bra under the top. Just thin fabric over my boobs. I wanted him to notice. I had spent more time choosing my clothes than I wanted to admit.

I opened the door. Jake stood outside with his backpack over one shoulder and a few books in his hand. His eyes moved over me for a second. “You look gorgeous.”

My face warmed. “Thank you.”

I stepped aside, and he walked in. “Your roommate isn't here?”

“She went home for the weekend.”

“Nice. More peace for us.”

“Hopefully.”

He smiled and dropped his bag beside the couch. We settled on the floor with our books between us. Jake pulled out his notes while I opened mine. Jake had barely been in my apartment for an hour, and I was already trying not to look too happy about it.

This was ridiculous. He was just sitting there. Still, every time I looked up and saw him in my living room, I had to remind myself to act normal. At some point, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw a message from my roommate. “Have fun with your Jake”. I quickly turned the screen off. Jake looked over. “Who was that?”

“No one.”

He shrugged and went back to his notes. I heaved a sigh of relief. A few minutes later, I got up. “You want coffee?”

“Sure.”

I headed to the kitchen, suddenly aware that Jake was alone in my apartment while I was making coffee for him. I smiled to myself. Get a grip, Lena. I opened the cupboard and reached for the mugs. Behind me, I heard footsteps. Jake appeared in the kitchen. “You need help?”

“I can make coffee.”

“I know. I was asking.”

I handed him the bread. “Then do something useful.”

He laughed and started opening the package. We ended up making toasted bread and coffee. Nothing special. But I liked it anyway. Jake leaned against the counter while eating, talking about one of our lecturers who had spent almost an entire class talking about something that wouldn't even be in the exam.

“He does that every time,” I said.

“Maybe he enjoys watching us suffer.”

“He definitely does.”

Jake laughed. I found myself watching him for a second too long. Then I quickly looked away. After we finished eating, we went back to the living room. My roommate had left the television remote on the couch, and Jake picked it up.

“Can we?”

“Five minutes.”

He turned it on. Five minutes became fifteen. We watched some random game show neither of us cared about, making fun of the contestants whenever they gave obviously wrong answers. Then Jake looked at the time.

“We should probably get back to study.”

I nodded. But instead of reaching for my book, I noticed something on the small table beside the couch. A deck of cards. I picked it up.

Jake looked at me. “What?”

I shuffled them slowly. “Let's take a good break.”

He smiled. “From what?”

I gave him a look. He laughed. Then I held up the cards. “Want to play?”

Jake grinned. “Sure.”

I looked down at the deck in my hands. An idea was already beginning to form. “Actually,” I said, “let's make it interesting. The loser of each hand has to do what the winner says. Or take off one piece of clothing. Your choice each time.”

He raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Okay.”

First hand I lost. I slipped off my socks slowly. He watched.

Second hand he lost. He took off his shirt. His chest looked strong. I felt heat low in my stomach. We kept playing. I lost again and slid my denim shorts down my legs. Only the pink top and my panties left. His eyes stayed on my bare thighs. Another hand, I lost. I pulled the top over my head. My boobs bounced free, soft and full in its glory, nipples already hard from the cool air and from him looking. Jake’s breath caught. He stared.

“Your turn to decide,” I said, voice soft.

He swallowed. “Press… press your boobs.”

I took his hand and placed it on me. His palm was warm. He pressed gently at first, then firmer. My breast filled his hand. He squeezed once, slow. I let out a small sound. “Uhh…” Time was short for that turn. He pulled back, but his eyes stayed locked on my chest. We played more. Clothes kept coming off. Soon I sat in only my panties. His pants were gone. Only boxers left.

The next loss was his. The rule said he had to kiss me. He leaned in fast. His mouth met mine hard. Our tongues rolled on. His hand came back to my breast, cupping it fully this time. Fingers pressed into the soft flesh. He found my nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger. It tightened more. I moaned into his mouth. “Ahhh… Jake”

He broke the kiss only to lower his head. His lips closed over my nipple. Warm and wet. He sucked, slow then harder. His tongue flicked the tip. My other breast got the same attention, squeezed, lifted, nipple pinched lightly between fingers while he sucked the first one. I arched into him. “Uhh… yes, that feels so good”

His free hand slid down to my ass. He spanked it once, sharp. The sound filled the quiet room. Heat bloomed on my skin. He spanked again, then rubbed the spot. I pushed back into his hand.

I reached for the front of his boxers. His cock was hard, thick under the cloth. I wrapped my fingers around it through the fabric and stroked. He groaned against my breast. Jake pushed me onto my back on the soft rug. My panties came off fast. He spread my legs and looked at me for a second.

The game was over. We both knew it.