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"Wanna Bet?"

... the ten minutes started right away, and the pizza was still pretty hot. But by rolling the crust up the first few to protect my tongue from hot cheese and sauce, and having a lot of cola on hand, I was able to get through them, and by the time I got to the fourth slice, about five minutes in, they were cool enough to eat normally. The last one was tough. You reach a point, especially when you've been drinking a lot of carbonated beverages, where it gets hard to eat fast, and you feel bloated. It's usually an illusion... you just have to burp. But time was running out. I pushed repeatedly on my stomach, f***ed the air out, and finished the last piece, swallowing the crust with about twenty seconds to spare. Faith acted surprised and disappointed, but I really think it was an act. How could she not expect that I'd win? She just said, &#034Oh, my, God,&#034 with a full second's pause between words. &#034I can't believe you were able to do that. You're a freak.&#034 After I wiped the smirk off my face, I said, &#034A freak who just won a bet.&#034 She repeated, &#034I can't believe it. Why did I ever agree to such a retarded bet?&#034 She made a shuddering sound, and left. I let her go. I needed time to let the meal settle. After about a half an hour (and a visit to the bathroom), I went to find her in her room. I didn't knock... privacy seemed to be unimportant if I was going to be seeing what I was going to be seeing. As I ducked my head in the door, I asked, &#034So, I don't ...

... want to put you off your usual schedule or anything but I need to plan my day. What time do you usually masturbate?&#034 &#034In bed, or in the shower,&#034 she told me, quietly. I gave a self-satisfied smile. &#034I knew you did it.&#034 Faith let out a snort of exasperation. &#034I don't want you being creepy and watching me when I'm about to sl**p. It'd give me nightmares. I'd better do it now.&#034 She told me she had to set the mood first, or she wouldn't be able to do it at all, especially with me watching. For the next several minutes, Faith rearranged her room, picking discarded clothes off the bed, and arranging some pillows in a comfortable way. I watched from the door, enjoying her ass bounce up and down beneath her tight shorts as bent over or moved across the room to do one more thing, like light candles or put on some music. I had the feeling she was stalling, but she couldn't stall forever, so I just waited, already semi-hard, knowing what was coming. When she was ready, room dim, music on, the smell of vanilla wafting in from her scented candles, Faith peeled off her shorts. Underneath she had plain white cotton panties with a little flower design on the front. &#034I can't believe I'm doing this.&#034 I looked for, and found, a spot of wetness at the bottom to confirm my suspicion that she was putting on an act of reluctance. &#034I sure can.&#034 She sat on the bed, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, then lifted her ass slightly and pulled ...