It was such a ridiculous idea that at first the group of old high school friends laughed it down. They were home from college for summer and such off-the-wall ideas were generally out of the question since they were all supposed to be wiser and more level-headed. But its originator, Joe, a slightly overweight and garrulous fellow, was persistent, and there was enough booze flowing, that eventually they agreed. Even Jenna, the conservative one, said yes with a little giggle. 

As far as Clint was concerned, he agreed off-handedly to play naked hide-and-seek only with the hope that Deborah would play, too. Yes, his girlfriend, Lisa, was there, and when everyone agreed to play she gave him a little nudge and a wink as if to say, 'Come and find me.' But Clint's mind was elsewhere. Lisa hadn't been the apple of his eye for the past half dozen years or so. 

In truth Clint tended to get tired of Lisa when Deborah was around. Maybe it was the fact that he had never built the courage to ask Deborah on a date, even though he wanted to dearly. He didn't know why. He wasn't shy with other girls but with the elusive and celestial Deborah he was a stumbling idiot. 

Deborah was the daughter of Korean immigrants, and a lithe and firm creature was she. She was about 5'4 and her dark, sloped eyes shone marvelously below wavy jet-black hair. Her shapely curves and breasts were breath-taking, particularly when she wore her tight shirts that revealed a little slit of her flat belly just above her belt line. Her limbs were slim and firm. Her neck was long. Clint thought of her when he fucked Lisa. Once, after a pool party that Deborah attended, Clint masturbated three times a day for a month, thinking of her every time in new, sensational positions.  

So on the evening they were deciding who wanted to play naked hide-and-seek, it was with bated breath that Clint awaited Deborah's answer. Deborah sat there on the couch, sipping her drink through a straw and shifting her eyes from person to person as they agreed one by one. 

"Oh come on," she said, with her contagious smile as everyone in the group of 13 had said 'yes' except for her. "That's so high school." 

"What's the matter?" Joe said. "Don't be a stick in the mud. C'mon. It's fun. What are you going to do instead? Watch?" 

"I don't know about you, but I stopped playing hide-and-seek quite a few years ago," she said, her eyes playful. "Except last year, when you all convinced me to play this." 

"Yeah, naked hide-and-seek lives forever," Joe said, expanding his arms wide and making everyone laugh with his enthusiasm. 

"What, getting chased while I'm naked is supposed to be fun?" Deborah said. Just hearing those words from her mouth caused Clint's cock to stir just a little bit. 

"Wellllll yeah," Joe said. "Come on! We can't have a knockout like you not playing the game!" 

Deborah smiled prettily as everyone encouraged her. Clint shot a look at Joe, who watched Deborah raptly. Clint could tell who Joe would be looking for, and he felt a pang of envy. While Joe was out hunting Deborah's naked body he'd be stuck chasing Lisa again, maybe getting a blowjob, maybe a good ride, for his trouble but not really what he wanted, at least not from her. This wasn't supposed to be a sex game -- although the undercurrents of it added the thrill -- and if he found Deborah they'd just have a good laugh and he'd respectfully turn his head, but just seeing her naked for a few seconds would make his balls ache for weeks. He thirsted for just a glimpse. 

"Oh, okay," Deborah said, and the group cheered. "Besides," she added over the din, "no one will find me anyway. No one could do it last year."

"Okay, here are the rules," Joe said, his voice echoing in his parent's vast house, empty now that his folks had gone to the Caribbean for a vacation. "Girls, the seven of you are getting chased by the guys because that's the natural order of things. Whoever finds the most naked women gets a kiss from each of them. Nothing involving tongue or even lip to lip, if the woman doesn't want it. A kiss on the cheek is fine. But it has to be enough to make it worth our effort." 

He pointed to a wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. "You'll do you strip tease behind there, show us some underwear, get our blood running, but then we'll count to 60 and let you run. We won't see you naked unless we find you. If we can't find you in 15 minutes, then you can get dressed." 

'Wait a minute," Deborah said. "What about you guys? Are you naked too?" 

"Of course!" Joe said. "It's a communal thing. Just no undesired hanky pank by the guys, or else we'll all gang up and kick your ass. Okay, girls, are you ready? Go strip!" 

One by one the girls went behind the wall and discarded their clothing. The boys cheered as the girls tossed their clothes and underwear out the doorway for all to see. Lisa disrobed and everyone cheered, as she was really hot, and Clint made a big show out of cheering the loudest. But then it was Deborah's turn. 

She disappeared behind the wall and her clothes came flying out piece by piece. First her shirt, then her pants, then socks, then black lace panties. Everyone whooped at that. Finally, her black lace bra. A decent size. And then she was done. Clint ached as he imagined her on just the other side of the wall, bare naked. 

"Holy shit!" Joe cried, clapping madly at Deborah's show. That jealous pang hit Clint again. Deborah was the last to undress, so Joe began counting to 60. The girls were just shadows in the dark house but Clint saw Deborah's wondrous shape head toward the basement. He looked around to see if anyone else had seen but he didn't think so. 

Joe finished counting to 60 and the men looked at each other. 

"I guess we have to do this, too," Joe said. Everyone looked at each other, shrugged, and started to strip. In 30 seconds they all stood around naked looking at each other. Joe looked at Clint and whistled. 

"Jesus, Clint," he said, "look at that dong! Holy crap, no wonder Lisa smiles all the time!" There were laughs all around and the guys stole a few jealous looks at Clint's hanging dick before they angled away and covered themselves. 

"Alright, let's get the show on the road, shall we?" Joe said. His voice dropped. "And I'll be checking at the end to make sure nobody's noodle is wet! And that includes you, Clint!" Everyone laughed and scattered to look for the women. Clint watched Joe run off, looking for Deborah, but he went the wrong way. Clint didn't correct him. In fact for some reason nobody was thinking about the basement. 

Clint sighed and started heading to the garage. He knew that was where Lisa would be. Last year they played the same game and that's where he found her -- despite his longing to find Deborah instead -- and he fucked her obligatorily in the back of Joe's parents' van, thinking of Deborah's naked body the whole time. Lisa would be waiting in the garage again this year, too, he knew. She wanted him to find him. 

As he headed toward the garage he passed the basement door. It was open a crack. Clint looked around. Everyone else was gone. Which meant in 15 minutes Deborah would put her clothes back on and nobody would have the pleasure of seeing her naked body. Clint stopped. He looked toward the garage, then back at the basement door. Without another thought he put his hand on the basement door and went through it, closing it quietly behind him. A six-year crush was just too damn long for him. 

Clint crept downstairs, his cock swaying against his thighs. He reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around. It was a family room setting, with a big couch, TV, puffy chair, a few beanbags and a pile of games in the corner. It was lit dimly by an adjustable track light. He saw a door in the corner. The furnace room. With a quick look around he walked to the door, put a hand on the knob and threw it open. 

"Ah-ha!" He said, and flipped on the light. But the room was empty. 

Just then he heard a muffled snort behind him. He whirled around and his eyes settled on the couch. Of course. He jumped on the couch, his cock slapping the cushions, and he looked behind it. 

'Ah-ha!' But still, nothing but that muffled snort again. 

Clint stood there scratching his head. He turned around, looking as much as he hoped he was being looked at, by Deborah, who hopefully saw his cock and got a little wide-eyed. Then it dawned on him where she might be. 

Clint sauntered over to the pile of beanbags and put a hand on the top one. 

"Oh, no!" He heard Deborah say, laughter in her voice, and he tore away the beanbag. He saw her laughing face and bare shoulders, and Clint laughed and yanked away the rest of the beanbags eagerly. There was Deborah, with not a stitch of clothing on her, her mocha, smooth skin shining. Her grapefruit breasts bounced slightly as she sat up, and Clint saw that her crimson nipples were erect. He saw a little muff of black fur between her legs. 

"Oh, wow, that was exciting!" Deborah breathed. "I never knew... wow! Something about hiding naked! Sorry, by the way. I know you were probably looking for Lisa." 

"No, not at all," Clint said, trying to look like he wasn't looking, drinking in her form. "I mean, it's no problem, I guess. I mean, it's definitely not a problem. I mean, it's very nice to find you. I'm not being a prude or anything, but yes, I am glad I found you. I really, really like finding you. Not to be over-enthusiastic, but I do." 

Deborah laughed at his stammering, but it sounded different. It sounded a little flirty. 

"Oh Clint, are you nervous?" She said. "What have you got to be nervous about?" 

And then, there it was. If you think Clint would miss such a thing you don't know him, or men in general. It was this: Deborah's dark eyes flicked for just an instant to his penis. 

"Well, I don't look as good as you, for one thing," Clint said. "I feel like I'm in the presence of royalty, for pete's sake." 

"Oh Clint!" She said. "You deserve a kiss for that one. Come here." 

Clint obediently walked to her. She leaned in to kiss his cheek and his hand reflexively went to her sides. 

"Oh, sorry," he said, jerking his hands away. "I forgot the no touching rule."  In his mind, however, he thought about how warm and smooth her sides felt. He thought about how they curved along his hands. Yes, sir, he'd be whacking off for months. Maybe years. 

"Oh that's okay," she said. "Everyone thinks that since I'm Korean I'm so... stiff."

"Oh. Oh! Oh, God," Clint said, turning away. He hadn't even noticed that his cock was swelling. Now that he was aware, it was like a runaway train, twitching and growing in jerks. In a moment it would be saluting his belly button. He went crimson. Deborah laughed. 

"That's okay, Clint! Shhhh. Keep your voice down, don't panic, for pete's sake." 

"I'm sorry," he said. "Deborah, I'm really sorry. I just can't help it... you must feel so violated... I'm so sorry. Here, let me cover this..." 

But when he looked over his shoulder he noticed her looking at him with a little half grin. She took a step toward him. "What if I want to play gotcha?" She said. 

"Play what?" 

"Gotcha," she said, and tickled his side. He shrieked and jumped. She laughed and clapped her hands. Above, they could hear stomping feet as people ran to and fro. 

"One kids game for another, right?" Deborah said. "I'm gonna getcha!" 

"You're gonna get what?" 

"What do you think?" She said, and winked. Then she lunged, her hand wrapping around his side. He instinctively knocked it away before she grabbed his cock. 

"Deborah!" He gasped. 

'What?" She said. "It's just a game... or do you think Lisa will mind?" 

"No! I mean, I don't know..." 

She lunged again, and he laughed and turned, and ran away. She yelled and chased him, until he went up against the wall, and turned against it, trying to hide his cock, which was by now a throbbing, hard rod of some 8 inches. 

"Gotcha!" Deborah cried, and reached around him and grasped his penis. Clint turned around with a gasp. 

"Now you gotta give ME a kiss," she said, and thrust her body at him. He took her in his arms and their mouths parted and pressed together, and they kissed deep, their bodies pressed firmly together. His penis throbbed and pulsed between them. 

"We Koreans really are pretty sexual," she muttered. "Really. Some of us aren't even beyond stealing other women's hot boyfriends." 

"Wha- are you-- serious?" He said. 

"The nice thing about naked hide and seek," she said, grasping his penis, "is that all the bullshit is already taken care of." 

Her fingers wrapped around his pulsing member and pulled. 

"I was hoping you'd be the one to find me," she whispered, and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "I've been hoping you'd find me for a long time." 

"Me too," he managed, as she pulled his cock again with a mischievous little grin. 

"Last year you went and found that bimbo Lisa," she said, "and fucked her in the van. Why didn't you come find me?" 

"I... didn't know where to look." 

She pulled his cock again. "You were afraid to find me," she said. "Too shy. I know you wanted to find me. I've known for a long time." 

"Deborah," he moaned, and he brought up his hand. She took it and guided it to her breast. He kneaded it softly, feeling her stiff nipples under his fingers. She let out a little gasp and gave his cock another gentle pull. 

They kissed. She turned her head so he'd kiss her ear and then her neck. He breathed in her sweet smell and she pulled his penis again. It twitched and poked her in the belly. She smiled as his tongue lapped at her jawline. 

"Oh Clint," she whispered. "I have a feeling you're about to do a very naughty thing." 

He brought a hand down to clasp her firm ass. She allowed herself to be pulled to him easily, and their hips and bellies bumped into each other. He felt her thighs part slightly as she ran a knee up one of his legs. She pulled on his penis again, feeling the head of his cock press against her rib cage now. 

"Oh boy," she moaned, her face flush. "You better come here." 

She took him to the couch and reclined on her back on the thick cushions. She pulled him by the penis so he hovered above her. THeir chests brushed together. THey kissed deeply, their tongues running about each other's mouth. As she jerked his cock he found her tight pussy with his hand. She moaned as he found it. He rubbed her clit, hot and lubricated by her soaking pussy, and then slipped a finger inside. Her vagina constricted against his finger tightly and he wondered how he'd get his cock in there. 

"Let's see if you fit," she said, breaking their kiss. "It's time to start foolin' around." 

He felt her hard thighs part beneath him, and his swollen penis flopped between them. She bit her lip as the head of his cock brushed against her. 

"Come on," she moaned. "You're big, trooper, but I stretch!" 

He nodded and pushed forward gently against her body. She groaned and arched her breasts into him, and bucked her hips. He felt his cock pushing against an impossibly small opening. 

"I don't know..." he said. 

"Come on," Deborah hissed. "Good things are worth... working for!" 

She thrust her hips as she guided his cock with her hands, and he felt it sink just a bit. She did it again and this time the head of his penis caught before popping back out. Deborah clenched her eyes shut in concentration and did it again, and this time the head of his penis stayed put. 

"Now," she said, "push forward! Push! Don't stop until you're in!" 

Clint complied, pushing forward firmly, steadily, so his penis crept centimeter by centimeter into her wet pussy. She bucked her hips to help him and grunted as he buried more and more of his heft inside her. Finally, with a groan, he reached the limit, the point where his shaft was stopped by his balls from sinking further. Deborah's pussy clung to his cock like a glove. 

"Oh Clint," she moaned, her head thrown back so her neck was showing. She'd pulled him close so her breasts were pressed tight against his chest. He felt her hard nipples poking his. "Come on, baby, give it to me. Give me what you've always wanted. This is a fucking fantasy of mine... a FANTASY..." 

As her hands dug into his ass Clint began to bob his hips, feeling her pussy almost suck as he thrust his throbbing shaft between her legs. His cock wriggled its way in and out of the tight channel between her hips, and her knees squeezed his sides as she clung to him. 

"Oh, God, Clint, you're so BIG..." she moaned. "You're giving that pussy a WORKOUT..." 

HIs hands buried themselves into the couch cushion for leverage as he banged Deborah enthusiastically, his cock so hard that it ached with pleasure as it banged around inside her skin and against her nerves. Their tempo picked up to a pace so hard and fast that her juices began to spray and soak the couch. She stopped speaking in sentences as her orgasm approached. Her fingertips dug into his back. 

"FUCK, CLINT, FUCK!" She cried, totally uncaring now whether someone heard them. Dimly Clint heard people running around upstairs, laughing and shouting. It was unlikely they'd hear them, but it couldn't be long before someone came down...

"Come on, baby, come ON," Deborah said, her body shaking with orgasm. "God, oh God, that thing is HUGE, fuck me HARD with it..." He felt her pussy pulsing against his cock. She drew up her legs so her thighs rested against her sides and Clint swayed his hips, their only point of contact now his eight inches of cock lodged inside eight stretched inches of her pussy. They watched his magnificent shaft slip in and out, in and out, gleaming with liquid, in and out, in and out...

"Ohhh CLINT.." she moaned. "AGAIN! I'M COMING AGAIN!" 

She grit her teeth and whipped her head back into the couch pillow, moaning loudly, and Clint couldn't hold back any longer. His cock came to life with a machine-gun throbbing of ejaculation, and hot jets of semen filled Deborah's pussy. He felt years of desire releasing themselves deep inside her bucking hips. 

"Come here," she whispered, when they'd calmed down and he slowly withdrew his exhausted cock. He leaned forward and she held his head to her chest. He could hear her heard pumping away under her breasts. 

"We're gonna go up there and everyone is gonna know we just fucked each other," she said. "Do you have a problem with that?" 

"Hell no," Clint said. 

In a few minutes they walked upstairs, buck naked. They emerged into the living room where everyone was sitting, by now fully clothed. Clint saw Lisa in the corner, her eyes burning. There were a few gasps of surprise as they walked in naked.

"Wow," Joe announced, upon their arrival. "What the hell took you so..." his voice trailed off as it dawned on him, "long." 

Deborah smiled languorously and flopped on the couch. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled demurely around the room. 

"Is this naked enough for you?" She said.

"You're like, glowing," someone said.

"I suppose I would be," Deborah said. "Take a look at Clint's cock. It's probably still wet. You can put two and two together." 

There were a few gasps and laughs. Deborah looked over at Lisa.

"Or maybe you can't," Deborah said. "To spell it out, Clint and I just fucked each other's brains out down in the basement. We came so hard. So hard. Just like his cock." 

Lisa stood up, her hands to her mouth, and stormed out. Deborah smiled and leaned her head back on the couch. Clint looked after Lisa, then sat next to his dream girl and put an arm over her slim shoulders. 

"Wow, dude," Joe said, his eyes wide. "Deborah got fucked in my basement. I'm never going to disturb the scene again."  












