Strip-Poker with Noreen and Marta

Back-story
As boy and through my teens, nudity was a means of punishment. Be it a bare-bottom spank, forced to stand naked in a corner or swimming naked with cousins ,neighbors. Even as I grew into a man, I felt that being naked-- even in a relationship, was a sign that I had done something wrong. This made for a very awkward sexual awakening... especially as the embarrassment of being naked merged with pleasurable activities like being with a special person and masturbation.

I did not have intercourse until mid-20s. That would, technically, make me a late bloomer. However, I had a fair number of sexual and semi-sexual encounters before then. Though embarrassing when they happened, looking through the lens of 40 years make the memories a bit thrilling. This is one of many stories I plan to write here.

Noreen:
Noreen and I were in the navy, stationed at an air station. I was a pasty white skinny guy of 18. Noreen had joined late in life. A 30 year old Filipino. We were the same rank, but she was almost motherly to me. She found my extreme awkwardness around girls quite endearing. Often, she would tease me about my virginal .status. She would do things like hold her breast and say, "Boo!" Or, she would point to her vagina and say, "These don't have teeth, you know."

Marta, my crush-
Noreen lived in a nice condo, paid for by her married boyfriend. He was rarely there. Often, I spent Friday nights with her-- sharing food and watching movies. A bit of innocent teasing if there was nudity in the movie, but nothing more. Noreen's friend had flown in for a long weekend. She was a stunner (to me). At 4-10 she was too short to be a runway model, but to me she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She was a dark Filipina with long, slightly wavy hair. She was a petite 90 pounds with a trim waist. Her breasts were tiny, but perfect. She had cute butt and large deep brown eyes that could end wars. I could have married her on the spot.

Noreen invited me to enjoy her Jacuzzi and wine-- something we did often. That's where I saw Marta for the first time. Both girls were in the hot-tub. Noreen with her old-lady style bathing suit and Marta in a conservative one-piece. I stumbled out a "hello", but not much more. I stuttered quite a bit-- to the amusement of both girls. After a few glasses of wine, Marta excused herself to dry off and get dressed. I stared as she climbed out. Noreen, embarrassingly, yanked me back to reality by saying (loudly), "Are you thinking of Marta naked?" Both girls laughed. I blushed and sank into the water.

Noreen knew I'd never been with a girl and, during serious conversations, would say she would help me-- someday.

After Marta left, Noreen said, "Seriously, if you want to see her naked, there's a way." I shyly and dismissively shook my head. Noreen then said, "For real, I want to help you." "Go home, shower, get some nice clothes and come back for dinner."

We would play strip-poker and Noreen would fix the game to ensure Marta lost. Why? For some reason I never knew, Noreen said she owed Marta a bit of revenge. Why would Marta want to play? Because she too thought the game would be rigged in her favor- and she (Marta) loved the idea teasing a virgin boy.

Dinner Time
As requested, I showed up in khakis and a polo. Both girls were dressed up too-- skirts, blouses and nylons. They looked amazing. We sat down for dinner and made small talk. The more Marta looked at me, the more I stuttered. A one point, she put her hand on mine in tender caring way. I started feeling bad that, through cheating, Marta would be embarrassed and exposed for my pleasure. But, there was NO way I could let this pass. And, as Noreen had said, she was owed some sort of revenge. Dinner was over. Marta cleaned up and Noreen got the cards. She touched my hand, smiled and whispered, "Get ready."

The first few hands were even. We all lost our shoes, socks (they their nylons). But then, I lost four hands in a row. I gave Noreen a helpless look as I removed my pants and stood there in just tighty-whities. She winked. The next few hands went my way. Noreen was down to skirt and bra, Marta was in bra and panties. As the "fix" was in, I knew that just one more hand would expose the flesh of the sweetest, cutest girl in the world. My groin started to tingle.

The flop: I had pocket hearts and two more hearts were on the table. My heart was beating faster. The turn-- a heart-- I had a flush. (Thank you, Noreen). I started to ooze pre-cum. Thankfully, it was hidden by the table. The hand was mine. My dick was hard, straining against my underwear elastic. Then. the river.

I proudly showed the flush. -- but then-- Marta showed her full-house. I couldn't believe it. Betrayed.

Marta said, "That's what happens when you try to cheat." Busted.

"Stand-up Ray," Noreen said, "Show us your virgin Willie!" Marta giggled,.I refused-- cemented to the chair. Noreen gave me an out. "It's OK." "You can keep your undies on, and just stand in front of us for 5min. Relief. Both girls dressed and when to the living room. Marta sat cross-legged on the sofa, back, fully dressed in her pretty skirt and nylons. I was placed in front of her and Noreen started a small timer. My bulge was visible, as was the pre-cum wetness, but at least I was covered.

5mins to go. My disappointed penis was still semi-erect and the pre-cum spot that gave away my excitement remained. This was so embarrassing.

4 mins: Marta sat there, smiling. She was really beautiful.

3 mins, 2mins: Marta giggled. My dick was lightly pulsing and more pre-cum oozed. No matter "cool" I wanted to be, my body "told" her how beautiful I thought she was. The tingling in my groin became more intense. I was losing control. Where was Noreen?

1 min: Soon, I could put this shame to rest. But at the same time, I was enjoying the arousal.

30 seconds: Gosh, Marta was so pretty.

5, 4, 3, 2,1: BUZZER. The sound came as a relief, but then, suddenly, my underwear was yanked down from behind by Noreen. Shocked and knees shaking. There I was, naked and hard in front of my dream girl. A warm wave, deep in my groin-- more intense than anything I'd ever experienced in a wet-dream. Semen started flowing. I lost control of my body. Marta's mouth opened. I stared, almost helplessly in her eyes as my penis convulsed. My mind and body was fully exposed and vulnerable. The waves of cum showed Marta everything I felt her her. I couldn't hide my emotional or physical feelings for her. For the moments, pleasure replaced embarrassment. I was actually cuming with a girl--almost like "real" sex. The orgasm trailed off with a few more light pulses of cum. I stood here, drained. My cum had shot directly at Marta and was on her skirt and legs. Embarrassment returned, but not for long.

Marta cleaned herself with some paper-towels, then, cleaned me. She kissed my cheek and lightly squeezed my dick before putting up my underwear.

Noreen hugged me, "Good?"
"Yes, amazingly good."

I got dressed and we all drank more wine. Much more relaxed, we talk about "the game" and both girls hugged me. I still feeling a bit shy, but not as before. As it turned out, THEY had rigged the game against me. Noreen said my ejaculation was a very welcome surprise. Marta agreed and said, "Wow."

I spent more evenings with the girls, but nothing sexual. At the airport, Marta give me a kiss on the cheek and whispered. "You're a handsome man. Your Willie will make a lucky girl happy one day." Then, quickly placed my hand between her legs and said, loudly, "See? No teeth." All three of us laughed. I never saw Marta again.

Though Noreen and I never had sex, she would mentor me through similar experiences. If there's enough positive feedback, I'll share more of them.

Thanks for reading.

-Ray

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