The Bet 3

Margo answered to door, called out to her mother she was leaving, then walked with her best friend Jenny to her brother’s car and got in the front seat after Jenny got into the back.

“You’re letting me ride up front?” she asked, puzzled, as Billy got in the driver’s seat. “Why?”

“Billy has some questions for you, Margo. Tell him the truth, okay? I’ll know if you’re lying, so tell him the truth.”

She put on her seat belt with a puzzled look on her face as she looked at Jenny over her shoulder, then at Billy, seeing him smile at her with a friendly look in his eye.

“Are you a virgin, Margo?” he asked.

“What? Yes, of course I am!” she said, startled by he question. Billy began driving, backing out of her driveway and onto the street. “I’ve never even had a boyfriend.”

“Have you ever kissed a boy?” he asked.

“None of your business!” she snapped, getting a little angry. “Why are you even asking?”

“Tell him the truth, Margo.” Jenny said firmly. “She’s kissed two boys, but only one kiss each.”

“Jenny!” Margo said, shocked that her best friend would divulge such a thing.

“It’s okay, Margo.” Billy said, smiling at her again. They turned a corner, onto Jenny and Billy’s street. “Me and my sister don’t have any secrets from each other. Who were they?”

Margo bit her lip, not wanting to say.

“Tell him, or I will.” Jenny said.

“Andy Weir and Johnny Reed.” she said, blushing. “Both were kisses good night after dates.”

“Did either of them try touching you?” he asked. She bit her bottom lip again, nervously, then shook her head.

“No.” she whispered, then volunteered a bit of information. “Johnny’s kiss was nice.” she said. “If he had tried, I probably would have let him.”

“Interesting.” Billy said, then pulled into his driveway. “You like kissing, then?”

“I liked kissing Johnny.” she replied. “He’s a good kisser.”

“Are you in love with him?” Billy asked her, not unkindly. She shook her head and looked at him, puzzled.

“We only went on one date.” she answered, in reply to his question. “It wasn’t even that good of a date! I only let him kiss me because he’s so popular. I figured if word got around about it, it would only help my reputation. I’m not very popular, as you might have guessed” She touched her breasts for a moment. “These aren’t very big.”

“Well, I think they’re perfect for your size.” he told her. “You aren’t very big, either.”

“I know.” she said, blushing. “I’m the shortest girl in our whole school, and probably the skinniest, too.”

“I know.” he agreed. “But you’re one of the prettiest. You know that, right?”

“No, I’m not.” she said, her voice a little shrill with indignation. “How dare you say such a thing?”

“It’s true.” he said, smiling into glare. He looked away for a second to pull into his driveway. “I’m inviting you inside.”

She swallowed hard. “Your sister already invited me to come over.” she whispered, her face ashen and pale.

“I know.” he said, smiling again and looking her in the eyes. “I told her to, so she did. Now, I’m inviting you, too.”

“Why?” she asked, still whispering. “Why would you want to invite ME over?”

“You’re one of the prettiest girls in the whole school.” he said. “Why wouldn’t I invite you to come over?”

“No, I’m not.” she said, a little more strongly, but her voice was still low. “I’m only here because of your sister.”

“Not true.” he said. “I told her to invite you, remember?”

“Why?” she asked. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I want to kiss you.” he told her. “Do you want to come inside, or should we just make out right here in the car?”

“You want to make out with me?” she asked. “Why would you want that?”

“Because I’m going to touch your chest while I do it.” he said confidently. “Come on into the house. It’s more comfortable in my room than in the car.”

“Oh no!” she whispered, but opened the door and got out. She wasn’t afraid of him, per se; she was afraid of herself. She followed him meekly, her heart beating fast as the front door closed behind her. “Jenny? I’m okay, right? Your brother isn’t going to rape me, right?”

“No, Margo, he’s not going to rape you.” Jenny laughed. “You can’t rape the willing, right?”

“What?” Margo whispered, following him upstairs and into his room. “Jenny, I’m not willing!”

“Really?” Jenny laughed. “Stop him from kissing you, then.”

He took the diminutive blonde in his arms and looked deeply into her eyes. “Do you want me to kiss you, Margo?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, afraid to speak.

“Say it, Margo. Say it out loud; tell me what you want.” He firmed up his voice and made it an order. An order she could not disobey.

“I want…” her voice trailed away to nothing, and she blushed.

“Tell me!” he told her strongly. “Tell me what you want!”

“I want you to kiss me.” she whispered, blushing harder. “I want you to touch my br… breasts while you do it. I want you to touch more than my breasts, too… I want you to touch me everywhere.”

“Okay, Margo, as milady commands.” he smiled, and kissed her deeply. When the kiss ended, he was fondling her left breast, and didn’t let go. He felt the nipple stiffen under his ministrations, and her breathing deepened as he continued.

She got a scared look in her eyes as he began unbuttoning her blouse, but she made no move to stop him, even as he pulled it out of her jeans and unbuttoned the last two. “Tell me what you want.” he said again.

“I want you to touch my breasts.” she said, squaring her shoulders.