Queen of Hearts

Kang Seulgi didn’t really look like she knew what she was doing.

With unsure hands she takes the third card from the top of the deck and places it face up on the table, next to the other two she had just revealed. She glances up at you with nervous eyes, anticipating that you would correct some mistake she had just made.

You nod approvingly in return, a smile on your lips. You smiled a lot around her, you’d found.

“Are you sure you know how to play hold ‘em? We can play something else…”

“No,” she snaps, eyes boring holes through the two cards she held with anxious fingers. Her lower lip curls beneath her teeth as her eyes dart back and forth between her cards and the three on the table, her mind clearly running at a million miles a minute as she tries to determine the strength of her hand. Her brow furrows with her effort. She looked adorable. She always did.

“Okay, well, we can lower the stakes, I suppose? That is, if you don’t feel confident about your chances,” you offer. You nod towards the two pairs of socks, yours and hers, that had formed the ante of the hand’s “pot.”

“No,” she repeats, eyes still darting back and forth between the cards on the table and the pair she held in her hand. “I chose poker. Strip poker. We’re playing. I’m no coward.”

You smirk as you take one more peek at the two cards you held face down beneath your hands. You curl the edges to reveal two kings. The animated royalty seems to glare up at you, almost accusingly, for taking advantage of an opponent who clearly only had a basic grasp on the rules of the game.

One of the three revealed cards on the table is another king, the king of hearts - and you were more than confident that the three of them would bring you an easy victory. The other two cards, a jack and a seven, are also hearts. The possibility of Seulgi having a flush of hearts crosses your mind, but given the nervous fidgeting of her fingers and the rapid movement of her eyes, you didn’t think it likely.

“I raise,” you state, sounding perhaps a bit more confident than you normally would if this were a serious game - you normally didn’t want your voice to give away the strength of your hand. But this was far from a serious game. And the prize was far different, and much more tantalizing than simple cash.

You reach for the hem of your t-shirt and peel it off your chest, tossing it atop the socks, before reaching beneath the table. When your hands reappear they are holding your gym shorts - and your boxers.

You throw them onto the table atop the quickly growing pile of discarded clothes that made up the slightly unorthodox “pot”. Seulgi’s eyes grow wide with surprise before the hint of a sly smile appears in the corner of her lips.

“Your shorts and your underwear?” she says, her eyes cast down towards her cards as she attempts to sound as nonchalant as possible. Her fidgeting fingers betray her anxiousness as they play nervously with the thin slips of cardboard, to say nothing of the quick swipe of her pink tongue over lips that were suddenly dry.

“Yep. Stakes too high for you, Seulgi?”

Her brow furrows at your challenge. She was never one to back down, not in the gym, and certainly not here. She was nothing if not competitive - and you were glad to use that particular character trait of hers to your advantage.

She glances once more at her cards, then once more at those on the table. When her eyes meet yours, there is a wickedness in them that you weren’t quite ready for.

“I call,” she states.

She reaches down for the hem of her tank top and slowly - painfully slowly - pulls it up over her torso.

You’d first met Seulgi at your local gym, where her skimpy, skintight choice of workout attire had attracted many a pair of eyes, including your own. You weren’t normally one for approaching girls at the gym - most of which understandably just wanted to be left alone to work out in peace. So you were somewhat surprised when she approached you for a spot - and boy was it hard to concentrate on anything other than her body as she did her set. You definitely felt more than one pair of jealous glares directed your way as the weeks passed and she became a gym buddy, before quickly becoming a friend outside of the gym as well.

So you were fairly familiar with her svelte toned physique - not that it kept you from licking your lips as she slips the thin cotton tank top off her body and flops it down onto the pile of clothing.

Your eyes wander her torso just as hers wandered yours. Slim, perfectly toned, all tight muscle without going overboard with the definition. Perfect vanilla skin covers it all. Small, perky breasts, their well-shaped roundness more than making up for the lack of volume beneath her black sports bra.

She watches you stare at her, watches you take in every newly-revealed inch of her body with hungry eyes.

She places her two cards face down atop the table before her hands disappear beneath the edge. When they reappear, the pink cotton workout shorts and the thin lace of her panties are tangled in her long fingers. She tosses them atop the “pot.”

You can’t help but lick your lips openly, all thought of hiding your arousal having fled from your mind. Just when your thoughts begin to turn back towards the game, Seulgi reaches for the hem of her sports bra and peels it off her torso.

Her round breasts bounce free as she pulls the skintight material over her chest. Her nipples, small and perfect just like the rest of her, poke teasingly in the low light. You couldn’t be sure unless you touched them, but you could’ve sworn they were already taut and tight with arousal.

You weren’t the only one being turned on by all this, it seemed.

“You’re naked, so it wouldn’t be fair if I had something on just because I have two pieces of underwear,” she says, the words slipping confidently from her lips as she re-gathers her cards, her upper arms pushing her small, naked breasts together and creating a delicious looking cleavage.

With a smirk, she pulls you from your trance.

“Next card?” she asks. You nod in reply, and she takes the next card from the top of the pile and burns it before flipping the one beneath it face up atop the table to join the other three.

It is a two of spades. Nothing that changes things for your hand - although Seulgi takes more than a few moments analyzing the newly revealed card and what it might have meant for hers. Her lower lip tucks under her front teeth once more.

Your eyes steal another glance at her body - the alluring curve of her neck, the definition in her collar bones, and the small, round breasts between her arms. What you would have given to-

“Your move,” she snaps, although thankfully her eyes are still locked on her cards and those on the table, seeming to miss your voyeuristic moment.

“Uh, sorry,” you say, giving your head a small shake. Your three kings were still strong, and you knew the chances of the newly revealed two of spades on the table giving Seulgi a better hand were slim. You take another peek at the two kings. They seem to challenge you, goad you into raising the stakes.

You glance up at Seulgi to gauge her reaction - although you couldn’t help but sneak another peek at her naked chest as your gaze makes its way to her face. Her breasts were small, round, perfect - just as you’d always thought they would be. You weren’t one to turn down a large cup size, but there was something about Seulgi’s small, petite chest that was so intensely alluring - like the rest of her.

“Maybe you can stop staring at my tits and make your move,” she says, snapping you once more from your trance.

“Can you really blame me?” you ask, earning a blush of pink on her cheeks in response.

“Just go,” she says, trying and failing to conceal the smile bursting apart her lips and those full cheeks of hers.

“I don’t really have much else to bet, Seulgi,” you state. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m naked here. We both are.”

“Then maybe you should check,” she replies, quickly - which surprises you.

She was a self-confessed poker newbie, and she told you herself earlier that she didn’t quite have the best grasp of the terminology. You’d expected her to tell you to “pass,” but instead…

“I check,” you say, a little hesitantly. Maybe your mind was imagining things. Maybe she knew what a ‘check’ was. Maybe…

“Well I’m naked too, as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” she states, mockingly. “But maybe I still have something to toss into the pot. Something to raise the stakes a little.”

Your eyebrow perks. There was only one more possible way the stakes could be raised any higher, but you needed to hear her say it to be sure you were catching on to what she was laying down.

“And what’s that, Seulgi?”

A wicked smile. A raised eyebrow to mirror your own. A swipe of her cute pink tongue on her cute pink lips.

“My mouth.”

Your breath leaves your lungs. You sit there, frozen, and while you would have wanted more than anything else to snap some cocky little one-liner back at her, the mere thought of sex with her renders you powerless to do much more than simply nod.

“I raise you,” she states, suddenly confident, suddenly sure of herself in a way she had not been the entire evening. “I put a blowjob into the pot.”

It takes you a moment to remember just how humans formed words using their biological organs. It takes you another moment to remember that oxygen was vital to ongoing survival, and that you should probably start gulping more of it down to feed suddenly empty lungs. When your lungs recover and they finally manage to put sounds together, you decide to goad her a little more.

“As much as I love hearing you say the word ‘blowjob,’ that’s not really something you can put in the pot. I mean, what’s stopping you from just running away and refusing to give it to me if I win?”