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now I was really buzzing, and it appeared
     that Erin was as well. She started dancing and swaying to the music.
    Larry now seemed unbeatable. The next time he beat Erin she went over to the bar and picked up the shot glass, but then she
     hesitated, saying that she was getting pretty drunk and didn’t think it was a good idea to keep up this pace. Larry told her
     that a bet was a bet. Erin said she was afraid she would get sick if she didn’t slow down, and then asked if there wasn’t
     something else she could do that would satisfy us.
    Well, I could think of a few things, but of course I didn’t say so. But it was as though Larry had read my mind. He grinned
     at her and said maybe she could take an article of clothing off, rather than take a drink. He then asked me if I thought that
     would be okay, and I quickly said that it definitely would. Erin grinned at both of us and asked, “Are you two trying to get
     me naked?”
    Feeling bolder now in light of what seemed to be going on, I replied, “Damn straight! I love looking at naked women!” I looked
     over at Larry to see his reaction to my comment, but he just smiled and nodded.
    “Yeah, well, I like to look at naked men, too,” Erin said. “So if you guys want me to strip, you have to do the same when
     you lose.” Larry and I looked at each other and shrugged, then quickly agreed. Erin just stood there for a moment, then grabbed
     the bottom of her blouse and began slowly pulling it up. Just as she pulled it high enough to expose the bottom of her huge
     tits, she let it fall back into place. Laughing at our disappointed expressions, she began to unbutton her shorts. She got
     them open and, with a twist of her hips, let them drop to the floor. Still laughing, she told us we’d have to beat her again
     to get her top off. I didn’t mind, as she was wearing a very small white thong that very beautifully showed off her tight
     round ass.
    Larry beat me the next game, and I quickly pulled off my shirt. But Erin now seemed more interested in dancing than in playing
     darts. When Steppenwolf’s “Born to Be Wild” started playing on the stereo, she rushed over and cranked up the volume, swaying
     wildly to the music. Then, as the song came to an end, she shouted that she wanted to do something wild. “I know!” she cried,
     looking at me. “I want to go for a ride on that motorcycle of yours!”
    I had no idea if she was serious or not, but I took the keys from my pocket and tossed them to Larry, telling him he’d better
     take her, as I’d had a few too many drinks to be driving around at night. Larry quickly tossed the keys back to me, protesting
     that he’d had as much to drink as I had, and besides, he wasn’t used to my bike. He added that if the lady wanted to go for
     a ride, I should take her. I hesitated for another minute, but Erin’s eagerness and her sexy half-clad body persuaded me.
     With a shrug I headed outside with her and started up the bike, while Erin climbed on behind me.
    Once she was settled in I adjusted my mirrors—not to reflect the traffic lanes behind me, but so that I could see Erin. As
     she saw what I was doing she smiled and winked at me in the mirror. I asked if she was ready, and then roared off into the
     night. As we turned onto the main road she pressed tight against me, and I could feel her tits mashing into my bare back.
     I was wearing only my pants, and all she was wearing was her skimpy top and her thong. We must have made quite a spectacle
     if anybody saw us.
    As we rode Erin became more relaxed and loosened her grip on me. Her hands began to wander over my belly and chest. I felt
     her fingers brushing over my nipples seductively. I was enjoying her touch so much that I was again getting a boner. Then
     her hands disappeared, and looking in my mirror I saw her pull her blouse over her head and hold it high in the air as she
     yelled, “Born to be wild!” I couldn’t believe she had just taken her top