A night with Three Fair Neighbours

"As a point of fact, you three could never be good gamblers," I said in a somewhat flippant manner.

"Nnamdi, you are so full of bullshit, it's coming out your ears," responded Nkem as she glared at me.

I didn't come to their apartment looking for a fight. In fact, I wasn't planning to see them at all, but I had bumped into Amaka at the front door; she was struggling to hold two bags of groceries while trying to find her keys. I've always liked Amaka since she moved into the apartment last fall. She had an easy smile, a very nice body measuring about five foot eight inches tall, beautiful breasts from what I could see, and deep brown eyes that I seemed to get lost in every time she looked at me.

We were attending the nearby university and this was one of many off-campus student apartments. I was on the third floor in a ten foot by ten foot room, bed, small table and counter for my hot plate, and a minuscule bathroom with shower. It wasn't much; it was cheap.

A week after I moved in the three women arrived. I met Amaka first, gazed into those brown eyes and immediately volunteered to help them. Chinenye amadi introduced herself to me with a giggle. She was five foot six inches or so; thin with nice but small breasts, an exceptional ass, brown eyes and brown hair.

Finally Amaka introduced me to Nkem. She was the same height as Chinenye, but much bigger breasts, brown eyes and dark hair. We looked at each other and it was instant dislike. She was a bitchy rich kid to me, and sensing my feelings, she never missed an opportunity to challenge anything I said.

I ignored Nkem for the rest of that day as the four of us emptied three packed cars. Their second floor apartment put mine to shame--two bedrooms, a large bathroom with tub and shower, and a small family room and kitchen combination. One wall had a wide expanse of windows looking out over the park across the street. A gas-fired, artificial corner fireplace made the family area comfortable.

Nkem and Chinenye had decided to share the very large bedroom that had two queen-size beds, end tables, closets and a nice sitting area. Amaka had a much smaller bedroom to herself.

They had also put a twin bed in the family room and covered it with a multitude of colourful pillows to make it appear to be a couch. If one of their girlfriends stayed over, the couch became a bed.

My thoughts were interrupted as Nkem continued, "You are always full of shit when you try to put us down like that."

"Nkem," I replied, "I'm sorry you took that the wrong way. You know I play poker at least five times a week, and the money I win is how I'm putting myself through school. So I think you have to give me a little credit when I say you could never be good gamblers."

Nkem sputtered, "You jerk; do you..."

Amaka interrupted, trying to calm things down and asked me, "But why couldn't any of us be good gamblers? Two of us are math majors and Chinenye is an econ major, so we aren't dumb."

"Amaka, being smart is only a very small part of being a good gambler. For example, I read that all professional golfers are within 90 percent of each other in physical ability. However, it is the mental part of the game that determines the champion in golf. Many professionals could put an eight foot putt in the hole ten out of ten times, but if that putt is worth N400,000,000 and the crowd is staring at them, all but the true champions often miss.

"Gamblers are the same way; they must be willing to put everything on the line—their money, their reputation, their soul—in a high stakes game. If they can't go to the limit, and many gamblers cannot, they will never be a good gambler. They quit or make critical errors at the worst time; they flinch."

"Any of us could put it all on the line," challenged Nkem.

"Put what on the line Nkem?" I fired back. "None of you play competitive sports so you haven't experienced the thrill and agony of winning and losing. You're all well off with your three cars and nice clothes, so putting money on the line is probably not even stressful.

"The real test of the gambler is whether he or she can risk the biggest pain or the highest stress in order to win...there is no pain or stress that I can think of that would be a challenge—to see if you would play or walk away."

The room was quiet as they thought about what I had said.

Amaka finally said with a grin, "Well I guess you are accusing us of all talk, but no action. Is that it?"

Chinenye finally spoke up and giggled at me, "So even you—the master gambler—can't come up with a test which would prove that we could be good gamblers?"

Actually, I had thought of a way of pushing these three to the limit, but I knew my idea would never fly. Yet Nkem had gotten to me once again and I wanted to goad her some more, so I thought to myself, "Why not give it a try...at least it's bound to get a reaction."

I looked at Nkem and asked, "If I thought of a stressful game and you refused to play, would you accept that as proof you could never be a good gambler?"

"Obviously, it depends on the game, asshole," she spit out.

"Well what if the rules are that you can quit at any time if it gets too stressful? Then would you agree to play to see if you have the gambler's spirit?"



"Well that would be better, but what if one of us quits?" Nkem asked.

I replied, "A gambler quits when he's broke. If one quits in the middle of a game, then I guess you aren't a gambler."

Chinenye said, "Well you accused us of all talk and no action. So tell us about your game."

Thinking quickly I said, "The point is that the game has to put you under a great deal of stress, and losing has to be painful. And you have to have the option of quitting at any time. So here it is. I will be the dealer in a blackjack game; you three will be the players. You will play until there is only person who has chips left."

I saw Amaka perk up as she anticipated where I was going. I thought I saw a quick grin on her face.

Chinenye said, "But you already said that playing for money wouldn't put that much stress on us. So how can this game be a good test?"

I answered, "Chinenye Amadi, what if the chips you used could only be purchased by clothes—your clothes. Do you think that would be stressful?"

Chinenye blushed and Nkem shouted, "No way, jerk. You're not going to watch us play strip blackjack."

"Nkem," I replied, "You just proved my point. I suggested a highly stressful game. Further, you could quit at any time, and yet, you won't even start the game. Does that sound to you like a gambler?"

Amaka laughed and said, "I think he's got you Nkem. We wimp out before we even start. We aren't gamblers."

Amaka looked at me and asked, "Just out of curiosity, the two losers would end up naked, what's the prize for the winner?"

My mind went blank for a second and then I thought, "I'm going to push this to the brink. It isn't going anywhere, but at least I'll get another blush out of Chinenye Amadi, and probably piss off Nkem even more."

I winked at Amaka and answered, "Why the winner will sit down and watch the two losers have a slow five-minute sensual dance together."

Chinenye amadi was blushing, Nkem was absolutely fuming and Amaka was quietly laughing. I must admit I was quite pleased with myself. These weren't bad people but every now and then it's nice for the poor to jab it to the not-so-poor.

I was absolutely shocked when Amaka said, "I think your gambling test makes sense. I'm in if Chinenye amadi and Nkem play."

Nkem asked, "Would you play Nnamdi and if not, why do we need you?"

"Nkem, I'm a gambler already. It would be silly to prove something to myself that I already know. You need me here because without me it is just a silly little game. You three have probably seen each other naked any number of times living together. My being here changes that—it puts the ultimate stress in the game."

Chinenye surprised me when she turned to Nkem and said, "I'll play. At least I'll start and if I can't take it, I'll quit."

Amaka asked, "Nkem?"

"What?"

"You started this conversation. Nnamdi suggested a way for us to prove that we have the mental toughness to be good gamblers. As long as we start the game and don't quit, we will prove Nnamdi wrong...even the losers, if they play to the end, will prove Nnamdi wrong. Why not?"

Nkem stalled and asked me, "How do we play the game?"

I answered, "Each article of clothing is worth three chips. You must bet at least one chip on each hand. If you win, the house pays you the amount of your bet. If you lose, the house takes your bet. Each time you run out of chips, you must buy three more chips with another piece of clothes. When you run out of clothes and have no chips left, you are a loser. The two losers dance.

"Your shoes are an article of clothing, so are your socks. Then you have two other articles above your waist and two below. So you are going to get a total of eighteen chips.

"I've played a lot of blackjack. If you ask me what to do, I'll tell you the statistical right thing to do. You don't have to follow my advice and you can't blame me if the strategy doesn't make you win."

The room turned silent. Finally, Chinenye said, "Nkem, I'm the one who is always blushing. Why don't you at least start the game?"

Nkem looked at me and said, "I'm not a quitter."

Amaka excitedly clapped and said, "Let the game begin. I'll get the chips and a deck of cards. Nkem you open a bottle of wine and pull the kitchen table over so that we can sit at it."

There was a flurry of activity. It was dark outside now, and it had started raining.

We sat at the round table which happened to have a glass top so you could see through it. I had the box of chips in front of me and said, "It's time to buy your chips."

They all took off their shoes and I gave them three chips each. Nkem bet one chip as did Chinenye Amadi. Amaka bet two chips.

I dealt the first hand. Nkem had a nineteen and stopped. Chinenye had two fives and asked for a card. She got a seven for a seventeen and stopped. Amaka had two tens—a twenty count and stopped. I, as the dealer, had one card up and one card down. The up card was an eight. I turned over the down card and it was a ten. I had an eighteen. Since the dealer must hit sixteen or lower and stop on seventeen or higher, I had no choice but to stop. Nkem won a chip. Chinenye lost a chip, and Amaka won two chips.

The game continued quietly as the women concentrated on playing their hands correctly. Amaka was playing a simple system. She was betting two chips until she lost. She then bet one chip until she won and then increased her bet back to two chips. Chinenye was betting only one chip at a time. Nkem was betting one to three chips with no noticeable logic—she was a hunch better.

On one hand I had a six showing and Nkem had a ten and a two for twelve. She looked at me and asked, "What does the book say I should do?"

I replied, "Never hit with a twelve or higher if the dealer is showing a five or a six."

She said, "Hit me," and I dealt her a nine for a twenty-one and a win.

She looked at me with a tight smile on her face and said, "Screw your book."

The game continued. Chinenye was the first to have to buy more chips. She took off her socks. Then Nkem had to buy. Amaka was still winning and now had seven chips.

Nkem went on a losing streak and finally lost her last chip that she had bought with her socks. For the first time a serious piece of clothing was needed to buy chips. She looked at Amaka for a moment and finally pulled her sweater over her head. I stared. Her breasts were large and were held in place by a full white bra. I could see the impression of her nipples pushing against the material. She looked at me and sneered, "Don't hurt your eyes now."

Chinenye was next to buy. On schedule she blushed again but quickly lifted her sweater over her head. Her skin was very fair with some small freckles on her chest. Her breasts were smaller than Nkem's, but her bra was smaller also, as it only lightly supported her. Even without a bra I doubted her breasts would sag. The light material of her bra clearly showed her nipples that were starting to become hard.

Chinenye continued her losing streak and lost her last chip; she would have to use her bra or skirt to buy more chips. She chose her skirt and stood up from the table and reached behind to loosen it. It fell to the floor. Her legs were slim but well formed and my initial impression was right—she had an exceptional ass! She was wearing only a small thong panty of the same light material as her bra. I could see through the material of the thong and it was obvious that Chinenye was sexy. The importance of the table top now became obvious to all—since it was glass you could see both above and below the waist.

I had been controlling myself, but after seeing Chinenye's legs, ass, and tiny thong, I was starting to be aroused. I was semi-hard and a small circle of pre-cum had soaked through my pants and was visible to the women. However, it seemed to me that most of the time the women were looking at each other--stripping as a contest seemed to create a sexual tension between them that was not present in their day-to-day living together.

The game continued as the winners and losers continued to change. When Amaka took off her blouse she looked at me and smiled. Her breasts were smaller than Nkem's but bigger than Chinenye’s. Her broad shoulders accentuated her breasts as they strained to be free of her bra, and my sexual excitement increased as I thought about seeing those breasts for the first time.

The game progressed as we sipped our way into a second bottle of wine. Nkem lost her skirt. Chinenye amadi gave up her bra and then Nkem had to buy more chips using her bra. When Nkem released her bra her breasts sagged because of their size. She stared at me as if daring me to look. I did, and as I did her nipples that had been soft began to harden.

Finally, Amaka had to give up her skirt.

Chinenye was down to her panties. She was running out of buying power. Nkem had her bra and panties. Amaka now was also down to her bra and panties. They each bet one chip. All three of them had nineteen or twenty, but my king up matched an ace down and the dealer beat them all with a blackjack.

When Chinenye ran out of chips again, I thought for sure the game was over. She could quit or she could use her last article of clothing. She thought for a few seconds, looked at Nkem and said, "I'm not a quitter." She stood up and slipped her fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down. She quickly sat down, but not before we all saw her trimmed, heart-shaped rich black hair covering her pussy. And, of course, through the table top we could continue to see her nakedness.

Finally we were coming to the end game. Amaka had lost her skirt and then eventually her bra. She hesitated before reaching for the clasps on her bra and Nkem said, "Don't even think of it Amaka; you are the one who talked us into it."

Amaka gave me a nervous grin; she leaned forward as she reached behind. The clasp came undone and as she straightened up the bra slipped down. Part of the bra stuck on one of her nipples, but she quickly grabbed the bra and dropped it to the floor. Her fair breasts jutted out—her semi-dark areolas highlighting her hard nipples. She stared at me. I looked up from gazing at her breasts and gave her a nod of approval. I saw relief in her eyes as if my approval was important to her.

Chinenye had lost her last chip and sat there waiting to see who the other loser would be. As I was waiting for Nkem to decide whether to take a card, I glanced down at Chinenye pussy through the glass table and saw a few drops of moisture clinging to her black hairs.

Nkem was down to her panties and had two chips left. She bet two and lost. She stared at the table top for a moment and then stood up and removed her panties to receive her last three chips. Her thin, dark hair was trimmed in a narrow strip which bordered her slit.

Nkem's face had a look or resignation and defiance as she bet her last three chips on the very next hand. Amaka had four chips in front of her and bet one of them. The cards came up and Nkem had a twelve, Amaka had an eighteen, and the dealer's up card showed a six.

Nkem looked at me and asked, "What does the book say?"

I replied, "Same as last time Nkem; stand on a twelve against a dealer's six."

She said, "I'll take a card."

I dealt a ten! Nkem had busted out with a twenty-two. She was the second loser.

Nkem turned to Chinenye Amadi—the partner she was supposed to have a sensual dance with for five minutes according to the rules of the game—and asked, "Are you a quitter?"

Chinenye looked into her eyes and said, "No."

Amaka and I pulled the table out of the way. I went over to the couch and sat back against the pillows. Amaka turned on the radio to an easy listening station and dimmed the lights. She hesitated a second and then sat next to me on the couch. I could feel her bare shoulder touching my shoulder and could smell her perfume. I casually glanced down at her breasts and hard nipples that were beautiful in the semi-darkened room.

Nkem had put one hand around Chinenye’s waist and the other hand reached for Chinenye’s hand when Amaka giggled, "No, no...this is supposed to be a five minute sensual dance, so we want full contact and at least a kiss for the first two minutes. No cheating.

"Start now," ordered Amaka.

Chinenye looked at Nkem and then moved into her as she put both her arms around Nkem's neck. Nkem put her arms around Chinenye Amadi's back and pulled her closer. Since they were the same height, their hips touched and their pussy hairs met. They started a slow shuffle in time to the radio melody.

Amaka was getting into it as she loudly whispered, "Kiss guys...let's go."

Nkem glared at Amaka for a second and then looked at Chinenye. She nodded and Nkem's lips touched Chinenye softly and then with more pressure. Amaka and I watched as they swayed with the music as the kiss continued. I felt Amaka's hand rest lightly on my thigh as she leaned her head against my shoulder. The smell of her and the sight of her naked breasts moving with her breathing were extremely erotic; I became very hard.

After about thirty seconds into the kiss I saw Chinenye open her mouth and Nkem's tongue began to explore. Amaka's hand tightened on my thigh as Nkem's hands slid from Chinenye back down to her ass as she pulled her closer trying to create more contact.

I glanced at Amaka. Her eyes were focused on the two girls dancing; her mouth was slightly open and her tongue slowly wet her lips. It was obvious that the erotic scene taking place before us was turning her on.

Looking back at the dancers I saw Nkem's fingers go lower and slip between Chinenye legs trying to reach her vagina. They were kissing passionately now, seemingly oblivious to their audience; Chinenye amadi began to move her chest up and down increasing the contact and friction against Nkem's larger breasts. Suddenly we heard Chinenye gasp and she laid her head on Nkem's shoulder as she kissed her neck softly.

Moments later she stepped slightly back from Nkem; Chinenye was facing away from us as they once again began another deep kiss. She brought her right hand down to Nkem's breast and lightly circled the areola with her fingers, and then gently pulled the nipple repeatedly with two fingers. Then her hand continued down. The two bodies were in the shadows with only the dim overhead light and the flickers of flame from the fireplace. Chinenye’s hand disappeared from our view as her fingers explored Nkem. Nkem whimpered and I assumed that one finger had penetrated her and was now exciting Nkem's clit. Nkem's face was flush and she opened her legs more as her body continued to turn on to Chinenye’s teasing finger.
A moan slipped from Amaka's lips as she watched the unfolding scene. Her hand had been resting on my thigh, but now she took my hand and put it on her bare upper thigh only inches from the edge of her thong.

That was it; I was through watching others. I quietly said, "Your five minutes are over; your dance is done."

My voice seemed to surprise the two women as they stopped and looked at each other. Nkem's face remained flush with sex and some unspoken word passed between Chinenye amadi and her. Without a word they stooped to pick up their clothes. As Nkem stood up with her clothes in her hands, she made no attempt to cover her nakedness from me. Her pussy hair glistened with sexual moisture and some had begun to dribble down her inner thigh. I said, "Nkem, I was wrong. You're not a quitter, you're a winner."

For the first time since I met Nkem, I saw her give me a small, but real smile as she nodded in acknowledgment. She turned and lightly brushed her hand across Chinenye hip as a signal to follow. They both disappeared into the large bedroom. As the door closed, I heard the lock click.

Amaka took my hand and squeezed it as she pulled it; she rested it on her thong which was very wet. She said, "I never thought I could be so turned on by two girls dancing and kissing, but I was wrong. The dance was more erotic than any porn movie I've ever seen."

My answer was to lean down and give her a kiss. Her lips met mine and almost immediately her tongue felt my tongue. I reached around her and pulled her to indicate that she should straddle my lap facing me; she quickly moved to comply. Facing me, her vagina pushed against my engorged penis, she quickly pulled my shirt over my head. Her breasts were even with my lips; gently cupping her breasts with my hands I licked and kissed each breast. For the next ten minutes my hands and tongue explored her trembling body. Amaka's breathing became excited; at times she moaned as I discovered some new sensitive spot.

She finally gasped, "I can't be teased any more; I want you."

I stretched her out on the couch. My fingers went to her thong panties and I briefly touched her through the soaked material. Seconds later as I pulled the panties off, she lifted her hips to help; her musky sexual aroma was overpowering. I quickly stripped and knelt at her feet. I kissed and licked her inner thighs and her hips and then gently opened her legs. I brushed aside her wet pussy hairs and explored her vagina—first with my fingers and then with my tongue; her hips pushed up to help my tongue penetrate her. I softly tongued her clit and she whimpered and sighed, "I need you in me now."

She spread her legs farther apart and arched her pelvis to expose herself completely as I pushed into her sopping wet vagina as far as I could. She whispered, "Yes" as I gently pulled back a few inches and thrust into her again. My finger slowly explored her and finally found her clit. I touched it very lightly.

I continued the subtle penetration motion for a minute or so letting our sexual tension build slowly, but in the silence we faintly heard Nkem's voice through the bedroom door in an erotic scream of sexual surrender. It was the ultimate turn on for Amaka and me. Our motion became more violent and my finger now teased her unrelenting. Finally, Amaka screamed some guttural, sexual sound and began to come; her hips thrusting frantically trying to take more and more of me into her. Her vaginal muscles squeezed me and I felt myself shoot into her repeatedly.

When our violent orgasms had run their course, I covered her body with mine and gave her a gentle kiss of gratitude.

Some minutes later I turned her body so that we were spoons. Her ass pushed into me, but it was much too soon. My hands reached around her and felt her everywhere. I kissed her neck and her back. We talked as my fingers and tongue explored her. Sometimes she directed me, "A little softer and just circle my nipples...now lower." At times she became impatient and took my hands into hers and showed me what she wanted.

And we talked. Amaka said, "That was two hours of visual foreplay and then five minutes of intense sexual voyeurism. I was wet even before they danced thinking about the dance to come. I never realized how erotic two naked women together could be, and what it would do to me—during the dance I almost wished I was one of the losers."

Amaka paused and with a suggestive tone asked, "Do you know any more games we can play?"

I replied, "Yes."

She said, "Good then we can...oh!...YES!" as my fully erect hard penis slid into her for the second time. We could talk about the other games later.
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