I Heard a Rumor - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

I Heard a Rumor - Pt. 01

... to kiss me?"

I obliged, and she melted in my arms. It was one of those wonderful, perfect moments that can be so infrequent in life.

"I guess this makes you my girlfriend," I declared.

"I guess this makes you my boyfriend," she replied.

With this, my outlook on the forthcoming summer season became much more optimistic than it had been just a couple of days prior. A happy, new relationship would make it much easier for me to get through a summer of living at home and working 40 hour weeks in a warehouse as my summer job.

"Would you like to see where I live?" she asked.

I did want to see.

She drove towards the heart of the small city where our college was located, parking at an apartment complex that was not part of the school. Well, now I knew she lived off campus, and I figured that I was just about to meet her roommates. When we entered her apartment, though, it looked more like the apartment of a young professional than that of a college student. It was neat, clean, and even fresh smelling, with new, nice furniture. There was also no evidence of any other inhabitants. Perhaps they were away?

"Do you live alone?" I asked.

"I sure do!" she replied.

We sat and talked again for a time. She removed a bottle from a wine rack, also not typical of a student back then, and proceeded to uncork it, asking if I wanted a glass. The whole scene made me realize that she really did come from a more well to do background. But, she was still a young, fun ...

... college student.

As we sat together talking over our glasses of wine, she asked, "How would you like to play strip poker?"

This seemed like a great idea. So, she produced a deck of cards and two velvety satchels with string ties that were pulled shut. She referred to the two satchels simply as "bags".

"Here are the rules," she declared. "If you lose to the point that you are down to just your underwear, then you have to wear what's in this bag. If you lose again, then your underwear comes off and you have to wear what's in this other bag. The same would go for me if I lose. OK?" she asked, smiling.

There was no way I could say no to this proposition. So we began to play.

For a while, it was an evenly matched duel, with both of us in a relative dead heat, but getting closer to the edge. We had each lost our shoes and socks. Now it was getting serious. We then traded a pair of losses that left her in shorts and a sleek looking bra and me shirtless in jeans.

She then lost the next hand, and off came her shorts, to reveal sleek, black panties that matched her bra - almost like a bikini set. They were shiny black with red trim and they laced up. She seemed to realize that she looked good and she showed no sign of being self-conscious.

"As we agreed, now I have to wear what's in this bag."

She then opened to bag to reveal a pair of leather handcuffs. I now knew the rumors were true! She stood and turned around, putting her arms behind her back. Upon closer ...