A Betting Gal: Allie - Sex Stories

A Betting Gal: Allie

“The usual bet on tonight’s game?” Shannon asked as the Duke v. North Carolina basketball game tipped off. Shannon and I have been placing the same bet on this game since we moved in together three years ago. Nothing special – loser has to clean up the apartment, cook all the meals, and wait on the other hand and foot for an entire day. In essence, the loser is not allowed to say no to the winner for 24 hours. Last year, when I won, Shannon had to wake up at 5am, go to the grocery store, and make me a gourmet breakfast. Next, I had her give me a mani-pedi and then wash my car. That night when we went out, I had her flirt with a bunch of guys she never would have approached and say ridiculous things. She had to tell one older guy she hated wearing panties. You should have seen his face! Priceless. So you get the idea – pretty tame stuff. I went to UNC and Shannon went to Duke for undergrad. We moved in together when we both ended up in Houston for grad school and continued living together to save money after we finished and got jobs. “Of course! Duke is so overrated this year!” I replied. “Ha! You’re so full of shit, Allie! I’m so going to get you back for that bullshit you made me do last season,” Shannon shot back. We sat down on the couch, me in my Carolina blue tank top, she in that hideous royal blue I’d learned to hate in my four years at Chapel Hill. The game was close the whole first half. I have to admit I was a little nervous but I was confident. Duke had some good ...

... players but this should be another win for me! Less than half a minute to go, UNC was up by 2 and I was already plotting my day for Shannon – another fancy breakfast, making her take me out to lunch, maybe having her play designated driver for me while I get hammered. All of a sudden, Duke’s star player made a three-pointer at the buzzer giving them a one-point win. Shit. “Oh! You’re so screwed! I’m going to make your life hell this weekend for that panty shit you made me do last year – don’t think I forgot,” she was yelling, “You better rest up. Saturday, you’re my bitch.” “Ok, ok. Fine. A bet is a bet,” I replied. Saturday came around and I expected the worst. I woke up early, expecting to be told to get in the kitchen and make Shannon a nice breakfast. She, of course, slept in. All part of her torture, I’m sure – making me get up and wait around for nothing. Around 2pm – still no orders. I had to know what was going on. “Shan, what’s up? Did I get the day wrong? Where is your ‘day of horror’?” I laughed. “Oh yeah, that. Um… I guess my plan is more of an evening thing. Which reminds me – you remember the number one rule for this bet, right?” She said with a mischievous smile. “There is no such thing as ‘no’?” “That’s right. Don’t forget that later. Now, when we go out later be ready to wear your sluttiest underwear. You may have to show them off a little bit .” Damnit, payback is such a bitch. I never should have made her say all those embarrassing things last season! Around ...