A Friendly Bet

A Friendly Bet
By: DamonX (xxdamon@hotmail.com)

A Friendly Bet

BRRRRIIIIIINNNNG!

“Shit”, I muttered to myself. “It never fails! Every time I get in the
shower!”

With that, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, heading for
the phone.

“Hello”, I panted after running half naked through my house, picking up
the phone, and dripping water all over the floor in the process.

“Hey. What’s up?” a feminine voice asked.

“Oh, hey Jen. I’m just about to have a shower.”

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Uh, nothing. Why?

“I’m bored. You up for some foozeball?”

“Sure. If you’re up for getting your ass kicked again.”

“Hey Mr. Cocky! You better watch out. I’ve been practicing.”

“Sure, sure. Just remember to bring the case of beer you owe me from
last time.”

“Yah, yah. I’ll be there around eight.”

“Okay. See you then.”

I hung up the phone and made my way back to the shower. Playing
foozeball wasn’t my idea of a good way to spend my Saturday night, but
I didn’t exactly have anything else to do. Besides, Jen and I always
have fun.

As eight o’clock rolled around, I pulled the foozeball table out, put on
some music and began to wait. I had known Jen for a couple years and I
didn’t remember her ever being on time.

True to form, as it neared nine o’clock, the doorbell rang. Before I
could answer, the door opened and Jen marched in, pushing a case of
beer into my arms.

“Here asshole!” she said jokingly. “This will be the last time I’ll ever
have to give you anything.”

“Whatever you say princess,” I answered sarcastically.

I had to admit Jen looked good. She was wearing a pair of low-riding
jeans with a studded belt that allowed the crack of her ass to peak out
over the top. The little black top she was wearing would have been
more suited to a nightclub than a foozeball game but I wasn’t
complaining.

“You’d better put those in the fridge.” Jen said with a wave of her
hand. “We wouldn’t want any warm beer would we?”

“We?” I asked. “Who said you’re getting any bitch?”

Jen opened her mouth in mock surprise. We joked around like that all
the time so it wasn’t unusual for us to trade insults.

“You’re the one that will be the bitch tonight,” she countered. “My
bitch!” “Dream on. Let’s play.”

I took out a couple beer and put the rest in the fridge before making
my way over to the table. Jen was waiting, tapping her fingers
impatiently and glaring at me with her dark, almond shaped eyes. I
tossed her a beer and raised my own.

With a final “Good luck” we started to play.

Jen and I were starting to make our foozeball games a weekly tradition,
with me winning every single time. We would always wager something
which is why my fridge is usually well stocked with beer. In all
fairness, however, it was my foozeball table.

I won the first two games easily and downed two beer in the process.
Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drinking
her fair share.

“I have to admit,” I said after scoring the game winning goal in the
second game. “You are getting better.”

“Gee thanks,” she drawled. “Just drop the ball.”

“Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink
more.”

“Best of seven series bitch! It’s not over yet!”

“I think so far, you’ve been MY bitch.”

My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minutes
later I was up 3-0 and Jen was head for the fridge to grab another
beer. “So where’s Carrie tonight?” Jen asked, speaking in a baby voice
as she spoke my girlfriend’s name.

It was no secret that Jen disliked Carrie, as she always seemed to
dislike my girlfriends.

“She’s out with her friends,” I answered.

“Uh oh! I bet she’s getting fucked right now!”

“Settle down,” I said dryly. “Why would she go out to get fucked when
she has this waiting at home?”

Jen let out a laugh.

“I’m just kidding,” she giggled.

“By the way,” I began. “Where’s Kevin?” referring to her significant
other.

“Same.”

I gave her a look of concern in an attempt at teasing her in the way she
had teased me.

“Don’t even say it!” she blurted out. “He’s not a cheater.”

“What ever you say,” I said with a smile.

“He’s not.”

“Okay.”

“Fuck you!” Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me.
“Let’s play. I’m just getting warmed up.”

I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager
victory.

“Three to one, bitch!” she howled, dancing with excitement.

I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was making
her play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumped
into our fifth game.

“Hey,” I said halfway through the game. “How come we never hooked up?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t we ever get together and… you know.”

“Fucked?”

“Yeah.”

I was always impressed my Jen’s bluntness.

“Well,” she said, cocking her head to the side as if in deep thought. “I
guess I don’t like ugly guys.”

“Ouch!” I said cringing. “That hurt.”

“Just kidding,” she returned. “We almost did. Don’t you remember?”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah. Halloween. The night we met. I kind of wanted you.”

“Really?” I asked as I scored another goal.

“Yeah. After we danced you probably could have taken me home.”

Although I already knew everything she was telling me it was strange
hearing her say it. The fact was that I wanted her that night as well.


“I guess I missed my chance.” I said in a over the top, resigned tone.

“You sure did.”

We had become friend soon after that night and stayed ever since.
Except for the occasional flirting nothing had gone on between us.

“Oh well,” I muttered. “I don’t think you’re dirty enough for me
anyway.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I think I could handle anything you could give me.”

Our conversation was starting to turn me on but I let the subject drop.
Jen ended up winning that game which brought our total to 3-2 in favor
of me.

“So you really think I’m not dirty enough?”

It was obvious that Jen wasn’t ready to let the subject drop.

“I didn’t say that. I said you’re not dirty enough for me!”

“I think you would be surprised.”

Her response peaked my curiosity and I took the bait.

“Okay, what’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done?”

“I’m not telling!”

“Oh come on! You can’t say something like that and then not tell me.”

I had to admit I was very curious as to what Jen had experienced.
Although we joked around about sex all the time, we never really talked
about it seriously.

“I’ll tell you what.” she said. “If I win this game I’ll tell you.”

That’s not fair! I…”

Jen cut me off by raising her hand.

“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

Needless to say I took a dive and we were soon tied at three games a
piece.

“Okay, let’s hear it.” I said after admitting defeat for the third time
that night. “And this better be good.”

“Okay, okay, Jen said, fidgeting with the handles on the foozeball
table. “Remember when I went to Mexico last year?”

“Yeah.”

I leaned in closer, anxious to hear the story.

“Well I met a couple Australian guys. We hung out a few times and
stuff.

“And…”

On my last night there I had sex with both of them.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

After a few moments to collect my thoughts I began to drill her for
details.