Monday was our day off and we would often go to town or head to some sort of adventure and that was the highlight for many of my Australian friends, but most of the things we were seeing I had seen before. So for me the the highlight was the things that I would not normally experience with my other friends. This included a boss that would buy alcohol for us and a place where i could openly enjoy it. It's not quite accurate to say women can't or don't enjoy a drink, but it still has a negative connotation. There is still the belief that good women dont drink and Christian women definitely don't drink, I fancy myself as both. However, most of the younger generation understand that they just don't drink with the men. The men will drink in open storefronts and sometimes you would see some woman drinking with them. But she would be branded a Jezebel and is not the type that anyone would marry. I'm really not different but I hide it by going just with my girlfriend's to a closed door type tavern. This would be operated by an auntie (not relative, just an older single lady) and we would drink with other women secretly before going out in a mixed group. The whole thing is a bit of a charade because a group of <good girls> can be seen walking down the street arm in arm giggling and singing and it is really no secret what probably went on. Here it was different, the boss would bring in lager beer and Smirnoff that would be cold and ready by the time the last tour left. I could walk freely in the company of men or women drinking as I saw fit. In fact the Sunday shower usually happened with a drink already in hand. This may explain some of the shower <freedom> I mentioned earlier. But I will save my other shower recollections for another post. After we were clean and fresh we would prepare dinner together drinking all the while. The evenings were delightfully racy. Sometimes we played some truth games while circled around a fire where I got to hear everyone's secrets. Everyone seemed to have one or several stories of sleeping with a man they had just met. One of the games was called <I have never> and it was common that someone would confess some terribly inappropriate event and several people would admit to having done the same! Stories of how one of the women had been quite intimate with another woman, of a man caught masterbating, taking part in a naked run with a large group in the daytime, and the list goes on. I was often the most eager to start up one of these games despite having the least to contribute.
We also played table games. Our favorite was a card game I introduced called buttons. We had to change up some things to make it work for nine players and our end result was very fun and the winners would boast for days. The goal of every round was to get rid of your cards, but the ultimate goal move up in the ranks and gain the top spot. The top four spots were called the <ruling class> and if you climbed to one of the top two spots, the people at the bottom would have to pay a tribute button at the start of very round. It turned out that starting with 10 buttons (we used bottle caps) each was about the right amount for a decent length game. It ended when only the top 4 remained. But sometimes it did not work out and a couple people got knocked out a little too early. To keep everyone involved we added an option that when you ran out of buttons you could just take a drink to stay in the round. But some of these guys can drink a lot and so it was too easy for them to stay in the game and bad play was being rewarded because there was no real cost to stay in, so we decided to up the stakes. Instead of a drink to stay, it was going to cost you a piece of clothing! Now I would have never agreed to a strip game but a regular game with the strip option was just about my speed. We played this way a couple of times and I got to see the guys in their briefs, but the women were more cautious. While this suited me fine the game itself was not as good because it made it take longer and we would often end before we had winners. I'm not sure if it was the long games or the fact that the men were not getting their peek at any of us, but soon a change was pushed upon us. They realized that counting clothes as buttons made it so we were playing with 14 or 15 buttons instead of 10. So we reduced the starting bottle caps to five!
While I did not often claim the top spot, I did usually make ruling class so convinced myself to play. What I failed to realize is that even when you don't lose, you may risk your last button many times on the way up the ladder. On our first game I got lucky in the first two rounds and got my wish of staying clothed the whole time while getting to see five people get fully naked! Lily was the first one out and at the time she was the only one showing much at all. Watching her end up naked alone was a frightening prospect. I watched while she remained seated and somewhat hidden by the table as she stripped off her knickers and held them up for all to see. <There, may I get dressed again?> Her words sounded pleading but somehow she spoke with a confidence that made you believe that she had the power. Locklan, the same guy who was involved in the spanking on my first day, replied. <How do we know that you're even naked?> I wish there was a way to type that in his awesome accent. Lily did not reply with words. She stood, spun in a full circle then made a deep bow before announcing <I'll take these.> while she proceeded to collect her clothes. The act initiated a tradition of having to <bow out> before one could put their clothes on. The other four were goaded into bowing out in turn, three guys and one girl. None were as bold as Lily. All covered up while they did their bow as opposed to Lily who did a deep bow with arms wide.
Occasionally we also played during the week, but never the strip version. I used these times to imagine that betting my sixth button was actually clothing. My intense training paid off because I It turns out that I didn't get naked for at least three weeks. During this time we clarified some rules. You could bet clothes that you had but you didn't have to take them off until you figured out who won the round. I think it was my third week that was down to just 3 pieces of clothes and I bet EVERYTHING, but won the round so I never had to show. My heart was pounding hard in the dreaded seconds I had to wait after I'd committed and before I knew that I won. The next rule we added before I'd even been naked was the <all in> rule. Basically if you were in a situation where you needed to bet more than you have to stay in, like you need three buttons to play and you're down to two bits of clothes, then you can play the hand by announcing <all in>. If you win the game continues as if you had enough buttons to play, but if you lose then all the clothes come off AND you have to do a special challenge as decided by the group! The only thing keeping the challenges in check was the fact the eventually you would be the one challenged and if you suggested something particularly absurd you could expect that to the when it came to your turn. These challenges were detectably horrifying. The first challenge had Liam run to the showers and back while we all gawked from the front steps. Then we saw Em have to lick one of her nipples. We also saw Lily attempt to lick one of her nipples but despite her long tongue she did not have enough breast to make it work. However it was somehow sexier than Em doing a full suckle on her ample boob!
As a small diversion from the story, I wondered if I still had enough boob to get a lick and I had to try on my own. Three years ago when some of you may have seen a pic or two of me I had a sizeable set. But that was when I first moved out. Since I have been away from my mother's cooking and other lifestyle changes I am a lot thinner which I think looks good, but it also reduced the my upstairs bits. But don't worry after some testing I can confirm that I still have enough to get a lick.
OK back to the story. The challenges were not always for just one person either. If 5 people were in a round there was a chance that two or more could be all in. When they lost we generally found a paired challenge. The first was a piggyback run to the shower. James carried Chloe there and Chloe carried him back! Choe is the classic blonde beauty that often wears a braid, in in this case that is all she wore! I don't think I mentioned James before. Picture the cowboy and add an Australian accent and now you have James. When I saw that I got a little nervous. The shower room was quite a distance from us and I just could not imagine wrapping my naked legs around a man's bare back. Only to have him stick his floppy man parts to my back on the return trip. To cope I held on to the illusion that I
Would just keep winning. The last rule that was added was made just for me. On one of the days I got down to one item of clothes. I was wearing a chitenge for a skirt that day and when naturally I chose to remove my knickers before the skirt because that just made sense to me. I also decided to tie it into a dress before removing my bra which left me clinging to one article of clothing yet still quite comfortably covered. The new rule became outer layers first.
This ended up longer than expected so I'll stop here. I'll try to get to my next post right away where I describe where my luck ended. I know for many of you this will be the <good part>
