The Bet – Double or Nothing

It was bowling night for Victor Smith and his friends from the football team, and the crew was making the most of their first week of freedom as high school graduates. There was so much whooping and high-fiving going on that Victor didn’t even notice the girl in the lane beside him until they were halfway through their first game. It was Selene Spencer, his next door neighbor and long-time nemesis. They caught eyes before he could look away and belately both gave the each other the usual mutual sneer of disrespect.

Victor and Selene had grown up together, their houses were right across the street. They had been best friends from toddlers to their early teen years, playing together from dawn to dusk most every chance they got. They were both good athletes and shared a competitive spirit, which had sometimes lead to knock down drag out fights, though they were always friends again within a few days.

As they became teenagers they began to drift apart, and by the time they were in high school they had become like night and day. Victor hit a growth spurt and was 6’4 and over 200 pounds by his freshman year, and became a big time football player. He liked to fish and hunts and was what you would describe as a real man’s man. Selene was a 5’8, 120 pound spitfire, a top notch gymnast and environmental activist. During the high school years it seemed liked they were constantly on opposing sides of everything, so they seemed to be in constant confrontation mode. In fact, everybody in school was well aware of the ongoing battle; they called it the Tail-Spin feud. Now that they were both 18 and graduated from high school, they had little chance for future interaction.

As fate would have it, they both ended up in position to bowl right beside each other at the same time. They couldn’t help but acknowledge each other.

“Hello Selene,” he mumbled.

“Hello Victor,” she countered.

They both started forward at the same time and then stopped. Victor stepped back and gave a gentlemanly sweep of the hand.

“Ladies first,” he said with a slightly smug smile.

Selene nodded politely and set up to bowl again. Just as she was getting ready for the first step forward she stopped and got a mischievous look on her face. She looked sideways at Victor.

“Best ball wins a turtle ride,” she challenged.

Victor looked blankly at her for a second, and then a flashed image formed in his head and a smile came to his face. A turtle ride was something they used to do when they were kids – the rider would get on the other one’s back to carry them across the creek. Victor was smiling at both the memory and the ridiculous image of Selene carrying him on her back.

“You’re on,” he grinned.

Selene lined up and rolled her ball smoothly down the lane like a pro, curving it in from the side. Though the ball was in perfect position, somehow one pin remained standing. Still, when she walked back she looked pretty confident.

“Nine pins,” she said confidently and with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve been watching you bowl, you’ll be lucky to get five.”

Victor feigned seriousness. “But that was before I knew the stakes,” he said. “A turtle ride is no laughing matter.”

He stumbled down the lane with all the finesse of a blind rhino, let the ball loose too late and sent it crashing down in the middle of the lane. In an act of random stupid luck, the ball somehow found a way to take out all ten pins, making Victor the winner.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he sauntered back towards Selene, who stood with her hands on her hips and her mouth hanging wide open.

“It’s all in the wrist,” he said smugly. He pointed to her shirt and added, “Too bad you only eat vegetables, with a little more protein you may have gotten that last pin down.”

Selene looked down at the shirt she was wearing and blushed. Vegetarians Do It Better, it read. She had been a dedicated vegetarian since she turned 15. She felt her blood boil as she recalled a rather spirited debate she had with Victor over the subject in debate class. Selene had argued that vegetarians were better for the environment, while Victor argued that meat eating was necessary for human survival.

A few frames later they both ended up beside each other ready to bowl again. Victor was looking the other way to hide a smug grin, but as he was standing there he felt a determined tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Selene looking at him sweetly.

“How ’bout double or nothing?” she asked.

Victor had another flashback to youth. Back when they were kids, Victor and Selene had a standing agreement on bets that allowed the loser to request double or nothing. If the loser lost the new bet, they would have to pay double, but if they won, they owed nothing.

“I’ll take that bet,” he said. “But I get to set the stakes.”

“Fine,” she answered.

Victor thought for a moment before answering. “Okay, if I win this, you have to wear my favorite shirt around for a day.”

“What does your favorite shirt say?” she asked.

“Meat lovers have more fun,” he grinned.

Selene grimaced. “Whatever, there is no way I’m losing again.”

Unfortunately, the pressure got the better of her and she threw a weak ball that only knocked down seven pins. Victor stepped up with nothing to lose and threw a horrible looking ball that somehow managed to knock down eight pins, leaving the two in opposite corners. Selene had lost again, but she was already planning ahead.

“Double or nothing you can’t finish that spare,” she challenged.

“Hmm, the seven-ten split is practically impossible, so the stakes will have to be high,” he said. “I’ll tell you what, if I win, you have to change into my shirt in front of me.”

Without thinking of the implications of that, Selene just shrugged. “Go for it, you’re never going to make that shot.”

She knew it was a safe bet. He also knew he didn’t have a chance, he expected to lose. But they were both wrong. Somehow Victor’s ball caught the seven pin at just the right angle to send it sliding over to nick the ten pin. They both watched the ten pin slowly teeter back and forth and then fall down. Victor’s pals and everyone who saw it roared with approval—and they didn’t even know about the bet he’d won.

Selene turned three shades of red as she realized what she’d done.

“Let’s see,” said Victor. “A turtle ride, you have to wear my shirt for a day, and I get to see you topless…I’m not such a lousy bowler after all.”

Selene seethed all the way back to her chair. It was several frames before she recovered enough to think straight. Victor was trying not to be too smug, but every time he looked at her he couldn’t help laughing. He had finished bowling and was packing up to leave when Selene walked up and stuck a little finger into his chest.

“Ping pong,” she said. “Tomorrow noon in my house.” Then she stomped off.

Victor’s friends, who knew they didn’t get along too well, asked what that was all about, but Victor didn’t even hear them. He was remembering another childhood rule they had—no matter what the bet was, the loser could bail out of it by winning at Ping Pong. He couldn’t help smiling thinking about some of the epic games that had taken place in her playroom. Most, he remembered, she had won.

The next day at noon Victor showed up at the appointed time at Selene’s house. Selene answered the door herself, and Victor immediately recognized an early strategy — distraction. She was wearing short silky shorts and a cut-off shirt that showed off her toned abs, and she smelled deliciously of a light fresh perfume. Her summer tan looked awesome, and she smiled sweetly at him.

“How very nice to see you Victor,” she said, using the name he hadn’t heard in 10 years. “I’m looking forward to playing some ping pong.” She turned and led the way in, giving Victor an eyeful of her well toned body.

He had not been in Selene’s house in many years, but he remembered the way to the game room, so he found himself watching her instead of watching where he was going. As Victor watched her walking in front of him it struck him that he had never really noticed what a damm hot little body she had. Usually when he looked at her he was too irritated to notice.

“Wow, I remember this place being a lot bigger,” Victor said as they walked into the playroom.

“Would you like a cold one?” Selene asked, pointing to a bucket filled with ice and beer.

“Ah… are your folks home?” Victor asked nervously.

“Out of town for two weeks,” she said. “Please have one.”

“That’s ok,” Victor winked. “I want to be at my best for this.”

“Okay then, let’s play then,” Selene said, tossing him a paddle.

“Wait, first we have to establish what the stakes are, you have to double up,” Victor said. “Last time I checked, you owe me a turtle ride, you have to wear my shirt for a day, and you.. uh, you have to take your shirt off in front of me.”

“Hmm, so I would have to really raise the stakes from there wouldn’t I,” Selene said. She walked over to him and stood right in front of him. She paused momentarily looking him up and down, and then slowly said, “I’ll tell you what….double or nothing……..if you win…….you get to see me ………. completely…….naked.”

She stared intently at him and Victor felt the blood leave his head as he heard the words. He stood in stunned, cold sweat silence as Selene turned and walked slowly away from him. “Maybe I will have that beer,” he said.

Selene smiled. Her plan was working perfectly.

So perfectly, in fact, that she raced ahead to a 7 – 1 lead by the time Victor had finished his second beer and realized they were actually playing. She was wearing him out—not from the ping pong, but from sauntering around the table, bending over, even blowing on the balls before serving. He was putty in her hands. All he could think about was her being naked, and that wasn’t helping his game.

He did make up a little ground, but she was up 15-9 when there was a dramatic, long point. She was sending him running back and forth and finally hit a huge slam, which he somehow managed to dive and hit, sending a long, high shot, that by some miracle came down and glanced off the very corner of the table.

That was a turning point and from then on, she froze up, and he could seemingly do no wrong. When the final point ended with him winning 21-19, she hurled her paddle across the room and screamed. So much for the sex kitten ploy.

Victor could hardly believe he won, he had fully expected to lose. He stood with a stupid grin and watched her jumping around in a fury, but by now he had been betwixted by her and he couldn’t help noticing how sexy she looked. He decided the best thing was to be a gentleman about the situation.

“Selene, you don’t have to pay off that bet, it was just a joke,” he said.

She looked at him with eyes or irrational fury. “No way,” she hollered, coming over to stand right in front of him again. “I want double or nothing again.” She really did hate the very idea that she could lose.

Victor was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. He felt bad about winning the bet, but he was also getting more and more aroused by this angry little vixen standing in front of him, especially when he envisioned her getting naked for him. So aroused in fact that his thoughts were begining transfer to physcial signs in his gym shorts, and for a second he thought she noticed. Her head was about chest high on him when they were both standing.

She reached up to put a finger into his chest. “Double or nothing, here’s the bet,” thinking quickly she said. “If you go 100% vegetarian for one week, don’t eat any meat, then I’ll …”

Her voice trailed off in a mixture of anger and confusion as she looked for the right words. Then she looked down and noticed the know bulging erection in his shorts.

“I’ll let you put that,” she said pointing to his cock, ‘anywhere you want.” and her words trailed off to a momentary silence.

“It?” Victor said.

Selene looked down and pointed again, so there would be no doubt. “It,” she answered.

“Anywhere?” Victor asked.

“Anywhere,” she answered. “No meat for a whole week.”

A few hours later, Victor was still sitting on the curb in front of his house, looking toward Selene’s house. His shock came on multiple levels. He had been offered the chance to screw the neighbor that he had thought he had hated for many years, and any way he wanted it. But he had to go without meat for a week. Selene was smart she had picked perhaps his biggest weakness. He had no sooner started the clock on the deal before his mind became dominated by two thoughts. One thought had him pounding Selene’s sweet little arse, and the other thought was chewing on a nice juicy steak.

As the week went by seemingly very slowly, his mind was continously filled with variations of those two thoughts. One night he even dreamed about screwing her while eating fried chicken. Selene didn’t make it any easier for him either. One night she sent over a pepperoni pizza. Another night she had a bunch of friends over and cooked hot dogs on the grill—in her front yard. She even followed him to a restaurant, hoping to catch him cheating, and she paid the waitress $20 to bring him a juicy ribeye instead of the salad he had ordered.

But Victor stayed strong for the full week. In fact, he was a bot surprised at how much better he felt going vegetarian, he had anticpated it would make him weak and tired, but he actually felt pretty good.

So exactly one week after Selene had made her fateful double or nothing bet, at 5 pm on a rainy summer day, the doorbell rang on her front door, and there stood Victor, looking like a kid on Christmas morning, albeit without turkey for dinner.

Selene answered the door in a silky short robe, and Victor was impressed because he had thought that maybe she would try to uglify herself in an effort to get him to opt out of the bet. But no she looked very cute, though she did have a somewhat ill, resigned look on her face.

“You know that I have not eaten meat for a week,” he said matter of factly.

“Ok, let’s just get this over with,” she said, turning to walk into the house.

She led him upstairs to her bedroom, which looked only vaguely familiar to him. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him.

“Okay, well, I guess…” she started. “Where do you want to put it?”

Victor was suddenly nervous and uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help chuckling. “You sure know how to talk sweet to a guy,” he smiled.

He took a deep breath. “Look Selene, you’ve proved your point, I know you are good for paying off a bet, but I’m not going to ask you to do this, seriously it was all in fun.”

She interrupted him almost before he was finished. “No way Victor, I will honor my bet,” she stammered, fire in her eyes.

Damn, she was still as stubborn and hard-headed as she was ten years ago, he thought.

“I’m sorry I just don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do,” he said firmly.

“I don’t want to do it, I have to do it,” she glared. “Now take off your clothes.”

It wasn’t a request, and Victor somewhat reluctantly decided he didn’t really have a choice. He dutifully stripped down to his boxers and stood in front of her.

Selene may have been angry and determined about losing the bet, but seeing Victor in front of her in his boxers actually took her breath away. He was tall, tan, perfectly toned and muscular. She couldn’t help but let her eyes move up and down, slowly taking him in. At some point during the past week, as it looked more likely that she was going to lose, she had decided she might as well go ahead and enjoy it. She thought to hersself that she was already enjoying just looking at him, and a slight smile crossed her lips.

After a few moments of standing in silence, she reached in front of her and loosened the tie on her robe, moved it slowly open, and then shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it slide away to the floor. She stood in front of him, completely nude.

Victor was totally stunned. He was stunned first by the sudden realization that this was really happening, and secondly by the further awareness that Selene had an absolutely amazing body. Her breasts were fabulous, bigger than he expected and beautifully shaped. Her tone stomach led down to athletic hips and legs. Her whole body was as near to completely perfect as any man could desire. His eyes moved slowly over every inch of her. This erotic moment was heighten even further by the realisation that her fabulous little body was at his full beck and call.

“Well?” her voice broke the long silence.

“Selene, you are absolutely stunning,” he stammered, after closing his gaping mouth.

“I know that,” she said. “I mean, where do you want….to put…it?”

Victor was still too stunned to say much of anything, as his mind raced through all the different options available to him.

After a few moments of mouth gaping, Selene walked over to him, and smiled. “It looks like I’m going to need to help you out,” she said.

She slipped her fingers inside his boxers and slowly pulled them down for him. Halfway down, she caught a full glimpse of Victor’s fully erect package and she gasped quietly. Selene had not seen a lot of cocks in her lifetime. She was not completely inexperienced. But she was not prepared for this.

Victor was big. Even for a 6’4, 250 pound man, his cock was bigger than her most vivid imagination. She felt her knees go slightly weak as she knelt down in front of him and looked sensually upon his manhood. Her eyes traced his body, as she became fully aware of the fact that the perfect male specimen was standing naked in her room. And he had a very big, very nice cock, and now she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

Victor broke the silence. “I think I’d like to put it in your hand,” he said.

It took Selene a few seconds to snap out of her trance and obey this simple command. Still on her knees, she reached slowly forward with her hand. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were now huge, as her thin, delicate fingers came into contact with the rock hard monster. Her touch caused his cock to twitch, which made her jump and then giggle nervously. Mesmerized, she reached out again, and she took him into her hand, maintaining a light grip as she caressed her hand up to the top of the shaft, and then all the way back down to the base.

Feeling the soft touch of her hand lightly stroking him, Victor had completely forgotten to breathe. The lightness of her touch was almost ticklish, and he fought the urge to twitch again.

Selene felt him throbbing, and she gradually increased the pressure of her grip each time she moved her hand up and down the shaft. He may have won the bet, but she was currently in full control. She shuffled forward a bit, moving her face to within a few inches of him, and put her other hand on his cock, and then both hands were working up and down, and when she looked up at him he moaned in satisfaction.

Being a horny young teen he knew he wouldn’t last long, and when she quickened her pace jerking him off he could feel his orgasm coming. He tried to warn her with a groan, but it was too late.

He exploded, shooting off into the air, into her hands, all over her. He was too caught up in the moment to control it at all, he nearly passed out and was unable to see for a few seconds. When he gained some control of his faculties and looked down, there was Selene on her knees in front of him, her hands, her chest, part of her face covered. Her mouth was open and she looked like she was both stunned and furious.

“Selene, I’m sorry, I lost control,” he stammered, waiting for the inevitable tirade.

She looked up at him for a few seconds, and then the furious angry look melted into an almost satisfied grin. “That’s ok,” she said. “It happens.”

To his stunned surprise, Selene then rubbed the fluid from her hands over her chest, and then reclined back in front of him. Completely caught up in the moment, she put on a sexy show, rubbing his cum all over her torso, and even making a show of licking it off her fingers.

Now it was Victor’s turn to be mesmerized. His former arch nemesis, suddenly turned into a sexual vixen, laying in front of him covering herself in his cum. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“I’m kinda enjoying this whole sexual slave thing,” Selene said softly. “Tell me where you want to put it next.”

As she said it, she put a finger in her mouth and let it slide out very, very slowly, her eyes on him the whole time. Victor gasped, and realized quickly that he had already become aroused again. It didn’t take him long to answer. “Oh I want it in your mouth,” he said.

As if some kind of switch had gone off in Selene, and she had gone from hating Victor’s guts to being incredibly aroused at being his pleasure toy. She rose to her knees again and brought her little mouth down onto his cock. Despite her best effort, she could only take about half of him in, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in enthusiasm. Victor was stunned and shocked watching how hungrily she sucked on him, moaning and cooing as she licked his head and then plunged him deep into her mouth.