Story 2 strip poker
Hanna and Caleb play an 'innocent' game of strip poker.
The heavy rain hit the windows on Caleb's apartment. Hanna had come over earlier because they were going shopping or more likely Hanna was going shopping, and Caleb was carrying her bags. She sighed, and he tried not to smile. He was secretly hoping the rain would come pouring down so he didn't have to go 'shopping'. "It's annoying we couldn't go shopping." Hanna said, looking out the window.
"Yeah, it is." Caleb lied, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her hand. "What do you wanna do?" A mischievous smirk graced her lips, and she raised her eyebrows at him, biting her lip.
"Do you have a pack of cards?" She asked, one side of her mouth tugging into a sly grin. He nodded, and she placed a hand on his thigh, moving closer to him, she pressed her lips to his ear. "How 'bout a game of strip poker?"
...
It was ten minutes later. A pack of cards were in the middle of the table. Hanna and Caleb were facing opposite each other, smirking. Ready to play some strip poker on a rainy day in Rosewood. Hanna got up from her seat, grabbed a bottle of vodka, and two glasses. She walked over to the table, and gently placed the two shot glasses and bottle by the cards.
"If you close your eyes, moan or groan. You take a shot." Hanna said, staring into Caleb's eyes. He smirked, and placed a hand on her head, pulling it down, he enclosed her lips in his. "Save this for later. When our clothes are off." Hanna pulled away from him and sat down in her chair.
...
"Don't get your hopes up too high. It's only my hairband." Hanna said, smiling, taking her hair band out in the sexiest way possible. Wanting Caleb to get drunk, or just a tad bit tipsy. She threw the hairband somewhere, and drew in a breath. They dealed, and played, and next was Caleb to take an item of clothing off. He took off a sock, smirking. Next, Hanna took off her sock as well. Caleb took off a sock, and so did she.
"You lose. Take something off." Caleb said. She winked at him, and thought for a moment. She was wearing loose grey Gilly Hicks shorts so it was easy to take her panties off. She smiled, and did the knicker trick. Pull one side, take a leg out, pull another side, and slide the panties down off your leg. She smirked, and held the lace black panties over her head. Her thumb and pointer finger keeping the pair of pants up. She dropped them to the floor, and Caleb shut his eyes.
"You've got to take a shot." Hanna said, with a giggle. She unscrewed the cap to the bottle, and took a little sip herself. She giggled, and poured his serving into a shot glass. He took the shot, and it burned down his throat as he swallowed it with ease.
"You're acting cheeky today." Caleb acknowledged. She rested her arm on the back of the chair, and she gave him a little wink. He smirked, not doing anything that might make him have to swallow another shot of vodka. They played their cards. Caleb lost. "Ooh, what shall I take off?" He said, standing up, he threw his shirt over his head, letting his girlfriend admire his six-pack.
"Damn." She muttered. Damn. Damn. Damn. He chuckled, poured some vodka into a glass, and shoved it towards her. Without hesitation, she raised it to her lips, tilted her head back, and gulped down the vodka. She swallowed a burp. He shuffled the cards, dealed them, and they played another round of strip poker. "Oopsies. I lost again." She said, with a high pitched giggle. She wriggled out of her shorts, being tipsy she threw them in Caleb's face. He took the bottle, and took a few gulps. He swallowed a burp, and Hanna lifted her leg, rubbing it up and down his calve. He took the bottle again, and took a gulp. He shut his eyes, as Hanna's leg slid further.
"This isn't just a game of strip poker any more is it?" He asked, slightly slurring the S in strip.
"Oh, baby, this was never just a game of strip poker." Hanna replied, like Caleb she slurred the S in strip. He clumsily shuffled the cards, dealed them, and he lost. He slipped off his jeans, and threw them. Thinking she had lost, she lifted up the back of her shirt, unhooked her bra from behind, slipped the straps off from both shoulders, and threw the bra in her boyfriend's face. Caleb sighed. "Take another shot, bad boy." He chuckled, poured a shot, and tipped it into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. She shuffled, dealed them, and he lost. He took his boxers off him, and flung them across the room.
"I'm done." Caleb said, the sudden breeze of cold air to him making him sober up a bit.
"I just have a shirt left." Hanna said, walking over to him, and straddling position, hardening something that was already hard. Caleb grabbed his almost naked girlfriend by the hips, and pulled her even closer to him, attaching his lips to hers, he unbuttoned her pink blouse she was wearing.
"Damn buttons." He murmured, looking down at her blouse, unbuttoning the buttons, slowly one by one. He undid the last button looking into her ocean blue eyes. He slid her blouse down from her arms, and kissed her breasts, slowly moving upwards, kissing her neck, her jawline, and soon her lips. She giggled, and moved her hips in a circular movement. He rolled his eyes, and rested his head momentarily in the crook of her neck, as Hanna gently breathed in and out. He placed his hands on the bottom of her thighs, and stood up from the chair. She started to kiss his neck, as he placed her gently down on the bed.
As Caleb kissed her middle, Hanna gripped the bed sheets, choking on her breath. She un-gripped the bed, and her back arched, as she gasped. Her hands moved to Caleb's hair where he was kissing the spot that drove her insane. Almost crying from pleasure, a moan escaped the back of her throat, and his lips moved up, kissing her stomach, her navel, her breasts, slowly creeping up to her lips. She grabbed a condom from the bedside table, handed it to him, and he rolled it on. As they connected, for the first time that day, Caleb joined their lips, as their bodies rocked together, both slowly coming to their highs. Hanna's nails dug into his back, her breathing quickened, and Caleb's breath got caught in his throat, as he came to his high just after Hanna. He rolled over so he didn't collapse on her, and joined their hands together as they tried to catch their breaths.
Hanna rolled onto her side, pressing her palm against his tanned chest where his abs glistened with a small layering of sweat. "This never was an innocent game of strip poker."
