Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... particular habit of showering immediately after I came in her, even if it was for the third time that day. Showering after sex wasn’t itself unusual, but the immediacy of the desire and the length of time she spent in there worried me. Also, she didn’t do it when she was fucking somebody with a condom, unless she got particularly sweaty. I looked it up on the Internet. Showering after sex was a common way to avoid pregnancy… a common way that doesn’t actually work, according to sex sites I saw. But Faith tended to rely on conventional knowledge, instead of looking things up like I did, so I suspected that she thought she was doing all she could to avoid a pregnancy. I could have ordered her not to, but I didn’t want to go that far just yet, especially if her efforts were all for naught. I wanted a few more days to let her get used to the risk. As promised, I rented her out to a few of my friends, but not very many. I let Fred fuck her, condom on of course, and a couple of others, but what I told her before about Christmas was partly true. It was just too busy or costly to arrange dates with the people I knew. So, I kept her to myself, mostly. I also tried to be nicer to her than usual, even taking her out last minute shopping. I made no progress with Jeannette, but there, I didn’t even make an approach. In some of my free time, I did scout out her home and work neighborhood, trying to come up with excuses to meet her accidentally, but I was taking my time getting there. The ...

... truth was, I made the bet while I was still basking in that victory with the birth control pills. Once that wore off, I was no longer so sure. I did have one ace up my sleeve. I was going to have to play it soon… I only had a week after Christmas. But I figured either my plan would work, or it wouldn’t, and more time wasn’t likely to sway the decision. Time did seem to be moving fast, but then it always did in the last few days before Christmas. Before we knew it, it was the Christmas Eve Day, and the plan was already set for that. Our immediate f****y would have a dinner, exchange gifts among each other, and then once we were done, in the evening, we’d go over to my aunt and uncle’s for a sort of after-party, which usually lasted until well past midnight, and sometimes all night. There we’d exchange gifts with that side of the f****y, and the parents would drink. This year I had a special status… designated driver. Not yet legally allowed to drink, I was a useful tool to let my parents have a little more Christmas cheer. They never got totally wasted, but they liked to drink enough that it wasn’t safe to drive, especially with cops doing spot checks. They told me that this year, instead of getting a cab, they were going to use me. I was a little annoyed at first, but then I decided it fit into my plans perfectly. That day, I told Faith I’d give her a signal at the party. When I did, she was to ask if I could drive her home. She smiled a little, but I think she only guessed a ...