11-04-2019, 12:09 PM
I sat on the couch for about ten minutes when Tamanna came walking in to the living room. She was wearing a pair of extremely low cut short-shorts and a shirt that ended just above her mid-drift, like it had been cut by her to look so. She was also carrying what appeared to be a pitcher of margaritas.
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[b]"What's the occasion?" I asked, gesturing towards the pitcher.
"Nothing, just thought that since you missed out on the road trip you and I should have a bit of a nostalgic weekend. You, me, some drinks and a round of Bets."
Bets was a game she and I had been playing since we were in grade college. It was kind of like truth or dare, minus the truth stuff. We'd watch a TV show and make stupid little bets on what would come next. A fun time killer to have while you're hanging out. When alcohol entered the equation, the bets became somehow even more idiotic and immature as the game wore on.
"I can't believe we still play this game." I said, taking the glass Tamanna brought to me and letting her pour me some of the drink.
"Oh come on, it's a tradition. We've been at this since the closest thing we could get to a margarita was lemon-lime Gatorade."
"I'm not complaining." I assured her.
Tamanna took her drink and then sat next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. We both seemed to be already playing a game; Act Like Abi Didn't Just See Tamanna Naked & Masturbating.
"So, what are we betting with?"
"Nothing more predictable than reality TV." she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "And by the time we're both on our third drink it may even be tolerable to watch beyond making fun of it."
"Sounds like a plan." I said, taking a drink as well. She grabbed the remote, and the TV went on. "Let the games begin."[/b]
[b][b]We were an hour into our game and the shows had not become any easier to watch. I was already on my fourth margarita and still felt nothing. From what I could tell, Tamanna was in the same boat. This was odd, as her margaritas were notorious for how they snuck up on you in short order, but nothing so far.
As far as the game went, things started out predictably enough, I lost a bet so I had to do my wretched Rajinikant impression, then she lost hers so she had to scarf down an entire lemon, fairly innocent stuff.
Slowly but surely though, it began to get a lot more adult, like me losing a bet and having to have my pants off for fifteen minutes. I kept my boxers on but still, it was a bit of a leap from Rajini. Then she lost a bet and had to leave a filthy message on her voicemail for the rest of the night, which lead to the second thing I never thought I'd experience, Tamanna saying "Hi, it's Tamanna. I'm not available to take your call right now. But leave your name and number and I'll get back to you to suck your cock and drink your delicious cum as soon as I can."
After that display, to say I was curious about what would come next was an understatement.
"Next bet?" I asked, the show coming back from commercial.
"Hmm. I bet that the first words out of that girls mouth are bleeped out." Tamanna replied, taking another drink of the margarita.
"Okay. Well I bet she doesn't swear, but her middle finger gets blurred out."
"You're on."
"What are the terms?" I asked, curious to see if she was going to raise the stakes even more.
"How about if I win, you go outside and moon the house across the street?" she suggested, laughing as the sentence finished.
"What about if I win?"
"I'll go topless for the rest of the night." she claimed. "Even if I go outside. Deal?"
"You sure you want to do that?" I asked, not believing the penalty she just placed out for herself.
"What? It's not like you haven't seen my tits already tonight." Tamanna snickered, causing my face to blush at the memory of her in the shower earlier.
"Look," she added. "I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't ready to back it up. Do we have a deal or what?"
To prove her point Tamanna extended her hand for a pinky swear.
"Deal." I said, wrapping my pinky around hers.
We turned our attention back to the TV set, and in short order that middle finger did in fact get raised and was blurred... just as I had said.
"Shit!" Tamanna cussed, before standing up and grasping the cut hem of her shirt.
"You don't have to." I said, kind of regretting it as soon as I said it.
"Hey, I made the bet. Let me pay it."
In a flash, her shirt was off and her breasts were exposed. I tried not to stare, but I stole a few glances. As soon as she was up and the shirt was off then she was back on the couch, drink in hand and head on my shoulder.
"Time for the next one."
"Okay." I thought carefully. "I bet that the dude drinks so much at the bar he passes out."
"I bet he tries to get out of the bar, but starts a fight. If I win, you drop your pants, undies and all, to your ankles." She dared. "If I lose I'll drop the shorts, deal?"
I paused for second not sure how to respond.
"Oh, come on Abi." Tamanna whined. "You saw my goods. It's only fair you put yours on the line."
I couldn't argue with her. She had a point. Still I was kind of hesitant to let my dick spring free. Especially since the only thing keeping my erection down were my pants. I didn't want it to be awkward for her, seeing me at full mast while she was topless. What would she think?
Before I could contemplate this latest challenge, Tamanna again extended her pinky finger and I instinct wrapped mine around hers.
"Fine. Deal it is."
No sooner had I said those exact words when the guy in question punched someone on screen and started a huge brawl.
"Ha! Pay up, Abi." Tamanna exclaimed, her voice very playful.
Resigned to my fate, I stood up and undid my belt then took my pants and underwear back down. On cue, as I feared, my hardness sprang out.
"Whoa. Nice one, Abi." Tamanna said. "Real nice."
"So glad you approve." I blushed before sitting down.
I thought the whole situation would make Tamanna change her position on the couch, but if anything she pulled closer to me, her arm around me while her head rested on my shoulder.
"Okay. Final bet." Tamanna said while resting her hand on my now bare thigh. "I bet that the girl with the hair punches out the girl with the eye shadow."
We both snickered at the notion.
"I say the guy with the abs knocks out the chick with the eye shadow." I claimed. "Stakes?"
"How about... if I win, you walk home with your pants around your ankles."
"Suitably embarrassing." I replied, downing the rest of my drink and hoping for the liquid courage to kick in soon. "And what if I win?"
"Well, if you win," Tamanna began, lifting her head off my shoulder and making a show of ,.ng it over. "If you win, I suck your cock."
"What?" I replied, more than a little shocked at the suggestion. "Wait. How many drinks have you had?"
Tamanna giggled before looking me in the eye, face to face, our mouths just inches away from each other.[/b][/b]
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[b]"What's the occasion?" I asked, gesturing towards the pitcher.
"Nothing, just thought that since you missed out on the road trip you and I should have a bit of a nostalgic weekend. You, me, some drinks and a round of Bets."
Bets was a game she and I had been playing since we were in grade college. It was kind of like truth or dare, minus the truth stuff. We'd watch a TV show and make stupid little bets on what would come next. A fun time killer to have while you're hanging out. When alcohol entered the equation, the bets became somehow even more idiotic and immature as the game wore on.
"I can't believe we still play this game." I said, taking the glass Tamanna brought to me and letting her pour me some of the drink.
"Oh come on, it's a tradition. We've been at this since the closest thing we could get to a margarita was lemon-lime Gatorade."
"I'm not complaining." I assured her.
Tamanna took her drink and then sat next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. We both seemed to be already playing a game; Act Like Abi Didn't Just See Tamanna Naked & Masturbating.
"So, what are we betting with?"
"Nothing more predictable than reality TV." she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "And by the time we're both on our third drink it may even be tolerable to watch beyond making fun of it."
"Sounds like a plan." I said, taking a drink as well. She grabbed the remote, and the TV went on. "Let the games begin."[/b]
[b][b]We were an hour into our game and the shows had not become any easier to watch. I was already on my fourth margarita and still felt nothing. From what I could tell, Tamanna was in the same boat. This was odd, as her margaritas were notorious for how they snuck up on you in short order, but nothing so far.
As far as the game went, things started out predictably enough, I lost a bet so I had to do my wretched Rajinikant impression, then she lost hers so she had to scarf down an entire lemon, fairly innocent stuff.
Slowly but surely though, it began to get a lot more adult, like me losing a bet and having to have my pants off for fifteen minutes. I kept my boxers on but still, it was a bit of a leap from Rajini. Then she lost a bet and had to leave a filthy message on her voicemail for the rest of the night, which lead to the second thing I never thought I'd experience, Tamanna saying "Hi, it's Tamanna. I'm not available to take your call right now. But leave your name and number and I'll get back to you to suck your cock and drink your delicious cum as soon as I can."
After that display, to say I was curious about what would come next was an understatement.
"Next bet?" I asked, the show coming back from commercial.
"Hmm. I bet that the first words out of that girls mouth are bleeped out." Tamanna replied, taking another drink of the margarita.
"Okay. Well I bet she doesn't swear, but her middle finger gets blurred out."
"You're on."
"What are the terms?" I asked, curious to see if she was going to raise the stakes even more.
"How about if I win, you go outside and moon the house across the street?" she suggested, laughing as the sentence finished.
"What about if I win?"
"I'll go topless for the rest of the night." she claimed. "Even if I go outside. Deal?"
"You sure you want to do that?" I asked, not believing the penalty she just placed out for herself.
"What? It's not like you haven't seen my tits already tonight." Tamanna snickered, causing my face to blush at the memory of her in the shower earlier.
"Look," she added. "I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't ready to back it up. Do we have a deal or what?"
To prove her point Tamanna extended her hand for a pinky swear.
"Deal." I said, wrapping my pinky around hers.
We turned our attention back to the TV set, and in short order that middle finger did in fact get raised and was blurred... just as I had said.
"Shit!" Tamanna cussed, before standing up and grasping the cut hem of her shirt.
"You don't have to." I said, kind of regretting it as soon as I said it.
"Hey, I made the bet. Let me pay it."
In a flash, her shirt was off and her breasts were exposed. I tried not to stare, but I stole a few glances. As soon as she was up and the shirt was off then she was back on the couch, drink in hand and head on my shoulder.
"Time for the next one."
"Okay." I thought carefully. "I bet that the dude drinks so much at the bar he passes out."
"I bet he tries to get out of the bar, but starts a fight. If I win, you drop your pants, undies and all, to your ankles." She dared. "If I lose I'll drop the shorts, deal?"
I paused for second not sure how to respond.
"Oh, come on Abi." Tamanna whined. "You saw my goods. It's only fair you put yours on the line."
I couldn't argue with her. She had a point. Still I was kind of hesitant to let my dick spring free. Especially since the only thing keeping my erection down were my pants. I didn't want it to be awkward for her, seeing me at full mast while she was topless. What would she think?
Before I could contemplate this latest challenge, Tamanna again extended her pinky finger and I instinct wrapped mine around hers.
"Fine. Deal it is."
No sooner had I said those exact words when the guy in question punched someone on screen and started a huge brawl.
"Ha! Pay up, Abi." Tamanna exclaimed, her voice very playful.
Resigned to my fate, I stood up and undid my belt then took my pants and underwear back down. On cue, as I feared, my hardness sprang out.
"Whoa. Nice one, Abi." Tamanna said. "Real nice."
"So glad you approve." I blushed before sitting down.
I thought the whole situation would make Tamanna change her position on the couch, but if anything she pulled closer to me, her arm around me while her head rested on my shoulder.
"Okay. Final bet." Tamanna said while resting her hand on my now bare thigh. "I bet that the girl with the hair punches out the girl with the eye shadow."
We both snickered at the notion.
"I say the guy with the abs knocks out the chick with the eye shadow." I claimed. "Stakes?"
"How about... if I win, you walk home with your pants around your ankles."
"Suitably embarrassing." I replied, downing the rest of my drink and hoping for the liquid courage to kick in soon. "And what if I win?"
"Well, if you win," Tamanna began, lifting her head off my shoulder and making a show of ,.ng it over. "If you win, I suck your cock."
"What?" I replied, more than a little shocked at the suggestion. "Wait. How many drinks have you had?"
Tamanna giggled before looking me in the eye, face to face, our mouths just inches away from each other.[/b][/b]
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