Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge - Sex Stories

Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

... I get you out against every time you get a hit off of me, okay?” Vasily didn’t know if that was okay. He still wasn’t sure what she was talking about, to be honest. He just wished she would simply stop talking, period. He nodded his head like it was a kettlebell tethered to his shoulders. “Okay,” he burped. Carie smiled. The smile stayed frozen on her face as she turned and crawled-dragged herself across the floor to the table. She grabbed a pen and a pad of post-it notes and then crawled-dragged herself back to Vasily. He watched her as she took a moment to scrawl something down, her little pink tongue sticking out of her mouth off to the side. Finally, she handed it to him like a parking ticket. “There!” she declared. “Read that.” Vasily’s blue eyes squinted, then widened, then squinted again upon the yellow slip of paper. He read aloud, “Apartment Seven hereby accepts Apartment Eight’s Golden Softball Challenge.” “Soft- bull Chill -enge,” Carie mimicked his thick, Euro-dude accent and chuckled. Vasily continued, “If Carie puts Vasily out more times than he gets hits, she wins…" “Go on,” she insisted. “... she wins and he agrees to be…” he paused and sighed heavily, “... her bitch for a night.” Carie nodded, proud of her penmanship. Vasily flipped the paper over and back. He looked at her and asked, “If I win?” She fluttered her lips, sputtering spit while doing so. “Yeah, like that’ll happen.” Vasily’s brick jaw locked into place. Carie rolled her eyes and sighed, “Look, ...

... there’s not enough room to write all that down. Let’s just presume that it says either of us can win the bet, okay?” He frowned as if he were solving a calculus problem. Carie took that as acceptance. She poured a couple more shots of tequila and thrust the glass into his fingers. She clinked her glass against his, then held it up and announced, “Let’s seal the deal in blood, baby!” They tossed the fiery liquid back down their throats. The two of them stared at one another for a long, silent moment. A playful smile stretched leisurely across Carie’s red, glossy lips. Despite her sometimes aggravating ways, Vasily felt the sudden urge to kiss her. He leaned forward towards her… then watched as her eyes rolled into her head and she slumped down onto the floor like a buckwheat pillow. She passed out with a smile plastered on her lips and a grizzled snore emanating from her nose. Vasily gazed at her for a few seconds, grumbling softly. Finally, he pulled the blanket off the sofa and covered her with it. He then stood as if rising from a tub of molasses, stepped over her prone body, and then staggered to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. ***** “Two to one,” Carie declared as she sat perched on her bar stool after the game. She held up two fingers, pointed them at her eyes, then turned one finger towards Vasily. “Two outs to one hit.” Vasily appeared a little cross-eyed, glaring at her finger pointing so close to his nose, yet he remained passive otherwise. He gave her a ...