The Bet

My friend Tiffany and I were betting each other like always. The Green Bay Packers were going against the New Orleans Saints in the Superdome. The second quarter had just started when a can of Bud Light popped open. This would make her fourth one since arriving in my apartment. It wouldn't take long for the blue can to be drained empty.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the sudden bet. She hated Green Bay, and yet she chose them of all teams that were playing this week. At the time, I didn't think much of it since I was a big fan of the Saints. What made it even more suspicious was that she wanted to bet 100 dollars. We usually stick to 10-20 bucks at most.

The Saints was leading the score 3-0 and was on the verge of scoring again. Tiffany quaffed down the beer like it was water, the poor can was drained of its liquid in under a minute.

"Jay, you should've gotten the taller cans instead of the regular ones," she said, crushing the lifeless can with all of her might. " Stop being cheap and buy some next time."

"I do remember you having a job," I said coldly, not taking my eyes off the screen. I could feel the money in my pocket already. "I am not your personal ATM machine."

"So, you can bet 100 bucks but can't buy more beer?"

"Tell your boyfriend to buy it for you."

I knew mentioning her ex would piss her off. I turned my head to the right wondering how she would react to the comment. She was looking at me as if I were some hideous creature that crawled out of the sewers asking for food. A few seconds later, Jameis Winston threw a touchdown pass to Alvin Kamara, giving the Saints a nine-point lead.

I shot up to my feet with clenched fists in the air yelling, "Yes! That's' what I'm talking about baby! Lets go!"

Tiffany rolled her eyes as she got up to get another beer, her flip-flops clapped with every step. My eyes followed as if to be magnetized, her smooth legs somehow looked even sexier today. She was one of those girls that hung around a lot of guys and didn't sleep with any of them. She was 5'4 with a messy bob cut that was blonde, her round face was a soft beige complexion with freckles. A fishtail nose ring added to her cuteness.

Even though she was petite with a fuckable face, she had a nice little ass to go with a surprisingly big chest. Her noticeable features was all natural unlike a lot of women today. She sprouted nicely without the need of special enhancements.

I wanted to make a move, but I was too afraid of rejection and possibly ruining our friendship. Fortune favours the bold, but sometimes being bold isn't enough. Their was too much to lose as their was to gain.

The refrigerator door slammed shut, causing me to jump a little. I looked over to the right and saw Tiffany standing by the fridge. I could tell a complaint was coming by the look on her face.

"We're out of beer," she said annoyed.

"Okay, and?"

"And I want more."

"Then go buy some and come back," I said as I turned my attention back to the game. The Packers went three and out, forcing them to punt the ball back to the Saints. Aaron Rodgers was having a bad day in the pocket, the defense bullied the O-line on every play.

Tiffany stood by the fridge with her arms folded, expecting something to be done about the extinction of bud light in the apartment. She was wearing light blue denim cutoff shorts with a tucked in white T-shirt. Her tiny foot was tapping the floor with impatience. A tornado was forming from her irritation and my calmness.

"You're being a bad host," she said abruptly.

"Really? Even though I bought the six-pack and let you drink four of them while I had two?"

"You know four measly beers isn't enough for me. That's like tossing a cup of water into The Sahara Desert."

I shook my head knowing she wouldn't stop until she got more alcohol. I was probably one of the few guys she knew that didn't bow down to her every command. I'm a nice guy but far from a pushover.

"I'm not buying you anymore beer," I said as I reached for my own can and took a nice long sip. I could feel her gray daggers stabbing me a million times over.

Green Bay called for a timeout to momentarily stop the abuse to its defense. Commercial break came and the first ad to be shown was for bud light. I couldn't believe the timing and laughed, almost spitting out the beer in my mouth. Seeing the advertisement for something she couldn't have put her in a bad mood.

She flounced back into the living room and sat on the couch next to me. We were shoulder to shoulder. Her arms were still folded as she glowered at the television. My heart dribbled between the lines of nervousness and excitement. I was expecting her to sit on the far end since she was upset with me.

I turned and looked at her; she gave me the evil side-eye. She crossed her attractive legs Sharon Stone-like, then rolled her eyes back to the flat-screen.

"Stop looking at me," she hissed.

"You're kind of cute when you pout," I said jokingly. But I meant every word, she could wear a scowl to a pageant and still win first place.

"Shut up. Don't talk to me."

I went to tickle her. She tried telegraphing it, but I faked her out going one way and headed the other. Her thighs was extremely ticklish and they were exposed to my invading fingers. Tiffany's laughter filled the room as she struggled to form a defense. Her thighs felt nice on the tip of my fingers.

She was squirming around until she finally grabbed my hands. She climbed on top of me like a cowgirl mounting a bull. I was surprised by the turn of events.

"Didn't expect this, did you?" she said smiling.

I sat there flabbergasted; going crazy on the inside. My heart was thumping fast and hard while my mind was trying to comprehend what was happening. The sleeping serpent between my legs began to rise from its slumber. If things kept progressing like they were, she would feel the slither of a hungry snake.

"What are you doing?" I asked playfully. I was beginning to rise forward, but she stopped and pushed me back.

"I want to make another bet," Tiffany said.

"Another bet?"

She gave a soft nod. The way she was biting her bottom lip was getting to me. Her hips began to move in a circular motion. She was stirring the pot of lust between the two of us, my sexual appetite was growing larger by the second. Tiffany could see it in my eyes that I was ready to pounce on the opportunity to fuck the shit out of her. She simply smiled and leaned forward to whisper something in my ear.

"I bet...I can make you cum in under two minutes."

My dick was jumping in my pants from excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening. She was mad at me not too long ago. I was a bit skeptical about the situation, but my horniness shoved it to the side.

I looked away from her gray irises, they were turning me to stone with such ease. I finally found the words to speak, "Okay, what if I win?"

"If you somehow win--which you won't, I'll let you fuck me whenever you want and however many times you want. I'll be your play-thing until you're tired of me."

My eyes widened from the spoken sentences. This was a dream-come-true scenario most men wouldn't achieve. How many could say they fucked the girl they wanted to fuck and could fuck whenever they wanted to fuck and fuck however many times they wanted to fuck? I mean fuck, the number of times I just said the word "fuck" wouldn't be enough times to fuck. My dick temporarily became my brain, throwing all logic out the window.

"And what if I lose?"

"If you lose, you have to give me 500 dollars plus the 100 from the previous bet."

My brain switched back with my dick. I wouldn't consider myself cheap, but losing 600 dollars would be a gut-wrenching blow to me. Losing money and busting a nut under 2 minutes was a deadly combination. The better part of me was saying to push her off and stick to the previous bet. But the darker side of me was saying to take it and beat her at her own game.

"Alright, you got yourself a deal," I said confidently. "How are we going to do this?"

She was giggling as she ran her small hands down my chest. Her eyes was glowing with bad intentions. "You just made a big mistake. Be ready to make a trip to the ATM machine."

I was just about to make a witty comeback when she got off of me and started pulling my pants down. I was perplexed by the lack of hesitation and the eagerness to get started. The confidence she had in her skills worried me a bit. I was good when it came to self-control, I could have sex for hours and receive the best blowjob and still not cum. This would come down to grit and willpower.

Tiffany got to my boxers and pulled them down to my ankles. My dick flopped around happily like a fish out of water. She got down on her knees and grabbed my half-awake snake. Her warm hand felt nice as she began to stroke it. My dick elevated to 8 inches quickly.

Tiffany was looking at it cross-eyed; biting her bottom lip. She seemed to be mesmerized by it, like it was her first time seeing one up close. She gave the tip a peck, then proceeded to slap her pretty face with it, probably hoping to get me on edge before the bet even started. I didn't mind the effort. She would have to do a lot more to get me to cum.

She softly spoke to me, "Are you ready?"

I could only nod to her question as she continued to tease me. I was too hard and in the moment to even speak. I had to focus on not cumming until the 2 minutes were up. And once the bet was over with, I would proceed to make her my sex slave for eternity.

Tiffany took out her phone to clock the time. She put it to the side where the both of us could see. She then proceeded to add lubrication by spitting on the tip. The girl was playing dirty, I couldn't help but flash a confident smile. I was prepared for whatever she had in mind.

"Do your worst," I said. The cockiness in my voice was strong.

"Be careful what you wish for."

The timer started. She went down on me immediately with slurping sounds. The wet sensation made me slump into the couch. My dick was completely drenched in saliva down to the base. She was bobbing on my mushroom head like a maniac with pursed lips.

It felt so good in her mouth, I couldn't help but make pathetic faces and moan softly. She was still holding my shaft with a messy right hand marinated in spit. I moved it away to see how low she could go. I pushed her head down, making her swallow my black pole entirely. The sounds she made was disgustingly beautiful.

Tiffany stayed down and gurgled for seven seconds. She came back up breathless and teary-eyed, the strings of saliva from her lips was still connected to my dick. She was giving me the best head I had ever received. It would be a problem if she kept going like this and somehow got even better.

She gave me a wet smile as if to be reading my thoughts. I looked at the time and saw 50 seconds had passed. I was almost home free and could taste the victory.

"Okay, time to get serious," Tiffany said.

"What? What do you--"

She hurried back down to deep-throat me again. My eyes went to the back of my head as she swallowed me without any effort. Her tongue came out and tickled my balls while my dick was in her throat.

My balls were not only sensitive, but also a way to making me cum faster. I could feel it slowly building up, making me breathe heavier. Tiffany came back up noticing the change. Her gray eyes dropped to my hairless scrotum.

She pushed my legs back and started sucking my balls. I was loosing my shit as her tongue played with them. I glanced at the time to see I had thirty seconds to go. She noticed it too.

It was taking everything I had to not explode. I tried thinking of random things that would push back the build-up. It was working for a bit until she did the unexpected. Her tongue traveled further south to unexplored territory.

I couldn't stop her if I wanted to, her exploring tongue found a hidden treasure I assumed to be useless. It felt surprisingly good, she knew her way around it like she'd done it before. I couldn't handle the new experience and blurted out, "I'm gonna nut!" She departed the south hole and went back to sucking me off. I grabbed on to the couch knowing it was going to be a big one.

Tiffany took it out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. My body went numb from the oncoming sensation. The white eruption came fast and smooth. My dick sprayed thick ropes on her face and hair. And at the same time, the alarm went off.

Her face was splattered with cum. She kissed the tip, put it back in her mouth and sucked on it for remaining drops. I couldn't help but tremble and moan from it. She was treating my dick like an empty Capri Sun pouch.

Tiffany finally released it and said, " Looks like I won."

"Um, no you didn't," I said breathlessly. "It came out just before hitting 2 minutes."

"Jay, stop playing. You nutted when the alarm went off. Just admit you lost and pay what you owe me."

It took me a while to respond. My soul was nearly out of my body, I needed a minute to recover a bit. I couldn't believe she made me cum so fast. If this was how her blowjobs felt, I could only imagine how the sex would be.

"I want to double the bet," I said.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm dead serious. This is the last one, no more doubling or anything afterwards. Winner takes all."

Her face was still decorated with cum. She looked interested in my proposal. She wouldn't pass on the opportunity to make 1,200 dollars.

"Okay," she said. "What do you have in mind?"

"It's pretty simple. The last person to climax while having sex wins."