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Card Game


Vickie had checked on the kids to make sure they were still sleeping
and wandered into the kitchen to make her self a drink when the back
door crashed open.

"Hi honey, I'm home!!!" a male voice yelled, then stopped short when
he saw Vickie. "Hey who are you? Hang on, I can guess. You're the
babysitter and the old people are out somewhere?"

"That's right." She confirmed, "I'm afraid they won't be back for at
least an hour, probably two."

"Typical, I come home early and there's no one here. Never mind." He
grinned engagingly at her. "So what's your name? Should I know you?"

"You probably won't remember me, I'm Vickie Morgan?"

" Not the brainbox? You were what, 5 years below me at school? You
have changed, I'd never have recognised you."

"Well I've grown my hair and I've got contact lenses now."she
explained. He looked her up and down admiringly.

"Well you're looking good. Do you remember me, Dan, oldest, and most
beloved even if I do say so myself, son of this family, returning home
from University for the holidays?"

"Yes I know who you are." She replied, smiling at his way of
describing his self. He was as good-looking as ever. Along with most
of the female population of her school she had had a crush on him.
Tousled blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a gorgeous body made him
any girl's fantasy and when you added brains, kindness and an active
sense of humour he was hard to resist.

"So little Vickie Morgan, what's been happening in the old home town?
Nothing as usual?"

"Less of the 'little' if you don't mind, I'm 16 now."

"Really? When were you 16?" She went red, feeling very young and silly.

"Yesterday"

"In that case we have to celebrate. Turn that kettle off, we'll have a
real drink. Have you ever had whisky?" Trying not to behave like a
schoolgirl she smiled coolly at him.

"I like most whisky, but I prefer a single malt, at least 8 years
old."

"Hey at last a fellow whisky drinker. There only seems to be Teacher's
here. I tell you what, there's some Drambrouie so I'll make you a
Rusty Nail, I think you'll like it." He mixed them both a drink,
being very generous with his measures and handed her at least half a
pint of amber liquid.

"Here's to being 16, legally old enough to have sex but not get
married."

"Legally old enough to have sex but not watch films about it." she
answered, and they both laughed. He wandered through to the sitting
room and she followed, sitting down opposite him.

"I suppose there's nothing on TV as usual, so how are we going to
entertain ourselves for the next hour or so?" He asked, his eyes
wandering over her body. Feeling rather warm and nervous with his
eyes on her she took a gulp of her drink.

"How about a game of cards?" She suggested, picking up the pack she
had been playing solitaire with earlier.

"OK, what would you like to play?"

"How about German whist?"

"Yep, I know that one. How about we make it a bit more interesting?"

"If I had the money to waste gambling on cards I wouldn't be
babysitting." she pointed out.

"OK, not money. How about clothes?" She stared at him in surprise
while he grinned at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Whoever wins the hand gets to remove an item of the other's clothing,
kind of strip whist." She hesitated for a moment but the thought of
seeing him totally naked was impossible to resist. She took another
gulp of her drink.

"OK, why not" She quickly shuffled the cards and dealt. They both were
silent as they played and Vickie quickly won the first hand. He stood
up and smiled at her.

"Where do you want to start?" he asked. Trying not to act as nervous
as she felt she bent down and pulled his sock off. She sat back and
looked up at him.

"This isn't fair, I'm not wearing socks."

"That's true. In the interest of fair play both socks will count as
one item, how's that?"

"That seems fair enough." She agreed, pulling off the other sock. He
dealt the cards again and this time he just won.

"My turn! Stand up. Hmm now what shall I take." He slowly reached out
and took hold of the bottom of her jumper. He began to slide it up
over her head, managing to trail his fingers across her skin as he
did so. Trying not to betray how his touch made her shiver she
quickly sat down and began to shuffle the cards. He slowly sat down
again, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts above her bra.

"You sure do hide a lot under that jumper." he remarked. Nervously she
began to deal, firmly telling herself that she was more covered than
if she was wearing a bikini. Throughout the hand she was conscious of
his gaze constantly returning to her breasts and she found it hard to
concentrate and quickly lost.

"My turn again." he said, walking over to her. He reached out and
began to slide a bra strap off one shoulder.

"Wait a minute," she protested, "My jeans go next."

"I won so I get to choose what I remove." he replied. "If you're
uncomfortable we can stop."

For a moment she hesitated, then she gave him a shy smile.

"No way am I chickening out." she said.

"I'm glad to hear that because I'm looking forward to seeing all of
you."

He slowly slid both straps off her shoulders, then reached around her
to undo the clasp. He stepped back and stood there silently admiring
her. She stood in front of him, fighting the impulse to cover her
self, unsure what to do. He reached out and touched one nipple,
smiling as it shrivelled and hardened immediately.

"Hey, the deal was for clothes, not touching." She pointed out,
stepping back quickly and sitting down. She shuffled the cards well
and dealt, firmly ignoring the way he was looking at her. He didn't
seem to take his gaze off her breasts once so it was no real surprise
that she won. He stood up and she took hold of the bottom of his top
to remove it. He raised his arms straight above his head and smiled
down at her. She stood on tip-toe to try to get it off his arms but
she could only reach as far as his elbows. Her movement had resulted
in her leaning into him and her bare breasts were pressed against his
naked chest. She froze for a moment at the unfamiliar sensation of
chest hair tickling her nipples.

"You could co-operate a bit" she told him. He grinned wickedly at her.

"If I must. I was enjoying myself though." To her surprise instead of
lowering his arms he slowly bent his knees. His mouth slid down her
neck, nuzzling against her, then down until he buried his face in her
cleavage. She could feel his stubble grazing the sensitive inside
curve of her breasts and it sent shivers down her spine. Reluctantly
she finished taking off his jumper and sat back down again. He gave
her a sexy grin and started to deal again.

Quickly she won again and he stood once more for her. She knelt in
front of him and began to undo the buttons on his jeans. When
they were all open she hooked her fingers into his belt loops and
tugged. His jeans slid down and his hard cock leapt out of them. She
gasped in surprise and heard him chuckle.

"Maybe I should have warned you I don't wear anything under jeans."
She knelt there staring at him, unable to tear her eyes away from her
first sight of an aroused man.

"Hey Vickie, are you going to take my jeans off or not?" he teased.

"Oh right, um sorry." she smiled shakily up at him. "It's just I
didn't expect it to be so big." she sighed. As he felt her breath on
him he gave an involuntarily shiver and his cock jerked. Fascinated
she gently blew on him, smiling to see his reaction.

"Hey no playing, just take the clothes off. Your rules remember." He
reminded her.

"Haven't you lost? After all you've got no clothes left?" she asked.

"If I loose another hand then you've won. Any idea what you want from
me for your prize? I know what I want." She began to shuffle the
cards again, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. She knew
what she wanted but didn't know if she was bold enough to tell him.
He won the next hand and smiled triumphantly at her.

"Now those jeans come off." He knelt before her and quickly unbuttoned
them, then slid his hands inside and hooked his thumbs over her
waistband. As he slowly slid her jeans off his hands caressed her
legs all the way down. The feel of his hot breath on the inside of
her thigh made her shiver again and she quickly sat down, her legs
feeling weak and shaky. She dealt the cards and again he won. He
didn't wait for her to stand up but leant over her, sliding his hands
under the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips for him and
he swiftly removed them.

"All down to this hand then." he said as she dealt again. She quickly
finished off her drink and concentrated. Within minutes he had won.
He came and knelt in front of her, smiling deep into her eyes.

"What I want for my prize is you. I want to fuck you. Is that ok with
you, if not say so now because once I get my hands on that body of
yours I won't be able to stop." She smiled shakily back at him.

"Exactly what I want too." she whispered. He groaned and pulled her to
him, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. She clung to him,
revelling in the feel of his hard body against hers as his tongue
slipped into her mouth.

Eagerly she kissed him back, arching against him as he thrust again
and again into her mouth. She felt his hands on her breasts, stroking
and squeezing them. He found her nipples, already hard, and rolled
them between his fingers as she moaned against his mouth. He lowered
his head and swirled his tongue around her breasts, teasing her as he
licked them everywhere but her nipples. Needing desperately to feel
his mouth on the hard nubs she grabbed his hair and pulled him
against her nipple. He chuckled at her impatience, then gave her what
she wanted. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, nipping it
gently with his teeth as she groaned with pleasure. He moved across
to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment while his hand
slid down over her stomach to tangle in her curly thatch. He slipped
a finger between her thighs and felt her jerk in surprise as he began
to fondle her clit. He rubbed and stroked her until she was writhing
in pleasure, then he slid his finger further back, dipping inside her.
He stopped, startled, and looked up at her.

"Are you a virgin Vickie?"

"Yes. Does it matter?" she asked tentatively. He smiled gently.

"I'm honoured. But what's wrong with the guys around here? Don't tell
me they're all ugly. You must have fancied some of them."

"More of a case they never fancied me. They all just think of me as a
frumpy swot."

"Well if they couldn't see further than that to the hot body you hide
under those jumpers they don't deserve you. And their loss is my
gain."

He moved down between her legs and brought his mouth close to her
pussy. Gently he blew across her swollen clit, making her squirm.
Then his mouth was on her and soon she was moaning and twisting on
the sofa as the orgasm built inside her. He coated a finger with her
juices and slipped it easily inside her. He stroked and manipulated
her relentlessly with tongue and fingers until she came shuddering.
He held her for a moment, gently kissing her as she got her breath
back. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

"That was wonderful, but I want your cock inside me. Please."

"Don't worry, we're not finished yet. Just loosening you up a bit
first." he said, slipping his fingers back between her legs and
beginning to stroke her clit again. Within seconds the tremors
started again deep within her and he smiled in satisfaction. He knelt
up to grab his jeans and fumbled through them for a condom. Eagerly
she reached out and closed her hand around his cock, feeling it throb
against her fingers. She dipped a finger in the pre-cum oozing out of
the head and gently rubbed it in. Curiously she leant forward and
licked it, wanting to taste him. He gave a muffled groan at the
sensation and she looked quickly back up at him.

"Sorry, am I hurting you?"

"No, the opposite. Do anything you like." She smiled at him, then
began licking along his shaft, first one side, then the other, as if
his cock was a lollipop. Then she licked across the head before
taking him deep into her hot wet mouth. He thrust against her as she
sucked on his cock, her fingers massaging his balls. After a moment
he reluctantly pulled away.

"If you carry on I'm going to come." He told her, quickly rolling on
the condom. He knelt between her thighs and positioned his cock,
gently pressing into her until he felt the barrier. Then he grasped
her hips and in one smooth movement thrust completely into her. She
cried out at the stinging pain and he held himself still. She felt so
strange with his cock in her, her cunt stretched and filled like it
had never been before. The stinging was subsiding and she felt,
uncomfortable wasn't quite the word, but definitely not as she had
expected. Experimentally she wriggled her hips and smiled at the
tremor of pleasure it gave her. She wriggled a bit more and felt him
quiver against her. He began to slide slowly in and out and she moved
with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid even
deeper into her. She clung to his shoulders and used her legs to pull
him into her cunt as far as possible. He was sliding into her faster
and faster then she felt him stiffen and his cock jerked deep within
her as he came. The sensation was all she needed to come again. He
rolled over and held her in his arms while their heartbeats gradually
slowing back to normal.

"I'm glad I came home early and I'm very glad I won that game of
cards." he murmured, holding her close to him. "I'm looking forward
to getting to know a lot more about you." She smiled and snuggled
closer, wondering just how long it would take him to find out she was
an expert card cheat.


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