Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... know he’s your cousin and all, but we’re actually kind of serious.” “Really? So, you, what, spend every weekend together?” “Well, no, you know how he is with work.” I laughed openly. “Yeah. He’s got a job at his Uncle’s company, where he barely has to do anything to make a fortune. If he tells you he’s working late, that means he just wants to be doing something else. Or someone else.” Jeanette’s mouth tightened into a firm line. “He wouldn’t do that.” “Yeah, he would. And you seem like a nice girl, too good for that kind of treatment. Look, I’m going to level with you, I was actually hoping to run into you. You’re really attractive and I think we could have fun together.” She grimaced. “You’re actually trying to hit on me? Wow, you’re pretty sad.” “No, I’m pretty happy. What’s sad is, I’ve got permission from Todd.” “What?” I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out an mp3 player. “Press play on this,” I said, as I handed it to her. She cautiously put the earbuds in and pressed the button. I drove calmly as Jeanette listened to the recording I made while on the phone, the one where Todd and I made the bet about her. It was a risky move, the absolute truth, but time was short. I guess it wasn’t the absolute truth. For everyone’s protection, I edited the recording, so that Faith’s role in the bet was eliminated. I replaced the parts where I said what Todd would get if he won the bet, with a new script, involving me giving him my college fund. Suddenly, she ripped the ...

... earphones off. “That bastard,” she said bitterly. “He is,” I agreed. “But he loves that car. Wouldn’t it feel good to make him lose it?” “You actually think I’m going to sl**p with you?” I shrugged. She was mad, but maybe not mad enough for that. “I can hope, can’t I? Like I said, you’re really attractive.” “Thanks, but I’m not exactly going to jump some guy I barely know.” She pursed her lips, and then added, “I do kind of want to get him back, though.” “I’m not above being used for revenge-sex.” I wish more people would use me for it. “You wish. But I guess I can tell Todd we did it, just to piss him off.” I shook my head. “Sorry, no can do. I’d have to deny it.” She furrowed her brow as she looked at me, like she couldn’t believe I’d say that, or trying to figure out what game I was playing. “But your college fund…” “It’s only money. Not as much as Todd thinks it is, either. You see, there’s one thing that separates me and my cousin.” I paused. “Well, two. I’m a much better lover. And I’m not a meathead. And I have no problem eating pussy.” I shrugged and smiled. “Okay, of the many things that separate me from my cousin, one of the more important is that I have a code of honor. When I make a bet, or a promise for that matter, I honor it if it kills me. I’m no saint, I’ve slept with a fair number of girls too, but I don’t lie to them, they know I’m not ready to settle down or be exclusive, and I’m not going to lie to win a bet, either.” “And how many girls is that, exactly?” she ...