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"Dude! You lost the bet!" I yelled from the spot I currently occupied.
"That doesn't mean you have to be happy about it!"
"Who said I'm happy about it?" I asked, fighting a grin.
"Liz, you're naked and on top of my best friend. What am I supposed to think?"
"Well, next time you make a bet, make sure that one, you're sober, and two that you're not gonna lose it!"
"I thought you were my friend, Jeff!" Shannon yelled since he wasn't getting anywhere with yelling at me.
"Huh?" Jeff asked, finally taking his eyes of off my boobs. Apparently they're pretty distracting.
"Have you been listening to this at all?" Shannon asked, obviously getting more pissed off by the second.
"It's kind of hard to focus when your girlfriend is naked, on top of me, and bouncing," he explained.
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You're probably wondering how all of this happened and what bet we're talking about. Let me start at the beginning.
My name is Liz Chariclor. I've been dating Shannon Moore, yes THE Shannon Moore for the past seven years. We've been hella happy until last weekend. You see, Jeff and I had a fling back in the day that Shannon JUST found out about during some stupid drinking game. He got really ticked off at both of us. It was bad, real bad. I don't think I've ever seen him that mad before.
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"Shannon, calm down! It was over seven years ago!" I yelled as I stood to face him.
"You fucked my best friend!"
"SEVEN YEARS AGO!"
"Shan, calm down, it was a long time ago, nothing has happened since then! I promise," Jeff said, hoping to get his friend to simmer down.
"Calm down? Why the hell should I do that?"
"Oh my fucking god!" I yelled. "You are DRUNK and blowing this WAY out of proportion!"
"Blowing this out of proportion? I don't think so. You FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND!"
"Get over yourself, Shannon! It obviously didn't grow to anything more than sex, mind-blowing sex, but that's it, Shan! I'm with you and have been for seven years! I love you!"
"Did you have to add mind-blowing?" Shannon asked, pouting as he sat down.
"Hey man, We all got things we're good at," Jeff said, grinning.
"You're not helping, Jeff," I said, fighting a grin of my own.
"So, he's better than I am?" Shannon asked, still pouting.
"Jeff just does it...me...DID me better...I mean different."
"So he IS better!"
"Shannon, come on!" I said, trying to get him to get what I was saying.
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You see, Jeff and Shannon fuck in two extremely different ways. Shannon is gentle and takes his time which is okay. It's still enjoyable and I DO enjoy it, but it's not that great.
Jeff on the other hand, damn that boy knows how to fuck. He's rough and when he wants it he wants it NOW. He makes it hurt and damn does that feel good. The way he talks while he's pounding you into oblivion is enough to blow your fucking mind. God I miss getting fucked like that.
I don't think I'll ever fully understand HOW the bet came to be. It was probably the horrible combination of intoxication and wounded pride. Alcohol was most definitely part of it considering Shannon could barely stand let alone structure a coherent sentence. Thankfully, I'm fluent in drunk. It's my second language.
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"I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!" Shannon yelled as he stood up, pointing at his best friend. That's the best translation I can give you. He mumbled some other things but even I couldn't figure out what they were.
"Of what?" Jeff replied, standing up as well. His words were slurred, but not nearly to the extent of Shannon's jumbled up sentence...or attempt at a sentence.
"HER!"
"What about me?" I asked, ducking as Shannon almost poked my eye out.
"Whoever (belch) fucks her better gets to fuck her WHENEVER he wants!" Shannon explained, almost falling over.
"Dude, you already get to do that," Jeff pointed out.
"Yeah, but YOU don't."
"Okay, so when are we doing this?" Jeff asked.
"Do I get a say in this?" I asked, not really caring.
"NO!" Shannon yelled, falling on his ass. I grabbed my beer off the table and stood up.
"So, I'm just supposed to spread my legs and let the two of you have a go at me?"
"Yeah, for the most part," Jeff said, grinning.
"Wow...just wow," I said, not believing what I just heard. There were great benefits from this bet, but come on. This wasn't gonna be pretty. Shannon was gonna be pissed. Even a drunk Jeff was better than a sober Shannon. A drunk Shannon couldn't fuck worth shit so there was absolutely no competition. What do to, what to do?
"Shannon, are you serious?" I asked, at least TRYING to sound like I was against the idea.
"What? You afraid I'm gonna lose?" Shannon slurred.
"Shannon. You're drunk."
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"You. Are. Drunk. You're going to be VERY pissed off in the morning."
"Why's that?"
"Cause there is NO way you're winning," Jeff said. "Now, who's first?"
"Oh my god," I said, shaking my head.
"Rock, paper, scissors. Best two out of three," Shannon said, finally trying to stand up. I rolled my eyes and pulled him off the ground. Yes, ground. We were in my back yard drinkin' it up. I sat down and watched them play. Jeff won round one, and Shannon won round two. It was now the defining moment. Who would I be fucking first?
"Rock, paper, scissors," Shannon slurred, revealing a rock.
"Damn," Jeff said, his scissors having been beaten.
"Let's go!" Shannon said, dragging me up to the house.
"Well, it's not like this'll take long," I mumbled.
We made it up to the house and into the bedroom. While I was in the process of unbuttoning my pants, I heard a rather loud thud. I looked up, and there was Shannon out cold on the floor. I burst out laughing and put my shirt back on, heading back outside. I know I should have moved him and not laughed, but come on. It was funny as hell.
"Well, that was fast," Jeff said, grinning as he saw me walk outside.
"His ass passed out before getting his fucking pants off!" I said, laughing again.
"So, I win," Jeff said, grinning evilly.
"You would've won anyway," I pointed out as I sat across from him.
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really."
"So Shannon can't deliver."
"I never said that," I said, grinning. "Okay...he can't."
"Seven years of bad sex. That's gotta suck."
"Oh, it does."
"You poor, poor girl."
"I know, right?"
"Well, at least now I get to fuck you whenever I want to."
"He's gonna be REALLY pissed off when he wakes up," I said.
"You warned him, so it's his own fault."
"This is true," I said, chuckling. "Wanna hand me a beer?" I asked.
"Why for?"
"Hun, it's gonna take a LOT more alcohol to get me to knowingly and willingly cheat on my boyfriend, even though it was HIS idea to begin with."
"Understandable," he said, reaching into the cooler. He tossed me the beer which I chugged down. "Want another?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, holding out my hand. Instead of getting me a beer, he grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him before kissing me. I grinned inwardly and didn't bother trying to fight back. I gave in and found myself straddling him on the ground with my shirt being thrown over my shoulder within seconds, it seemed.
"We should probably take this inside..." Jeff mumbled between kisses.
"Probably..."
"Let's go then..." I nodded and stood, pulling him up as well.
"Where to?" I asked before jumping on his back.
"Do I look like a horse to you?" he said, grinning as he grabbed my legs. I fought back a perverted comment and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I got a better idea," I said, grinning.
"Which is?"
"Let's take it to the hot tub."
"I like that idea," he said, turning towards the deck.
"Knew you would," I muttered.
Once there, I don't think I've ever seen anyone get undressed that fast in my life. Hell, I don't think I'VE ever gotten undressed that fast in my life. In the time span of not over five minutes, he had me in the tub, riding him like a damn pony, moaning his name while he played with my tits. His mouth seemed to be attached to my neck, which I most definitely didn't mind at all. I just hoped the neighbors wouldn't hear all the noise I was making, that would have been interesting to explain, especially since one of my neighbors is Jeff's brother Matt who just happens to be Shannon's other best friend.
Apparently having decided to switch, he pinned me against the wall of the hot tub, grabbed my legs and spread them farther. I moaned as he started pounding me as hard and as fast as he could, damn near immediately making me come. I told you this man was amazing, did I not? I know I should have felt bad for 'cheating' on my boyfriend even if this was his idea but damn, you try feeling guilty when you're being fucked like there's no tomorrow. My only thought other than 'don't stop, please don't stop' was 'don't make me black out in the hot tub.' Two orgasms later, Jeff lost it, which was just fine with me. I knew he was far from being done with me for the night...early morning...whatever it was, but I needed a freakin' break.
Jeff let my legs drop as he backed away, grin on his face.
"You needed that, didn't you?" he asked, smiling after I nodded.
"I believe you just made up for seven years of barely adequate sex. Well done," I said, grinning. He got out of the tub, grabbing one of the towels I always left hanging on the rail and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed my hand and helped me out before handing me a towel of my own.
"To the house?" he asked, still grinning. I nodded. "Where'd you leave Shannon, anyway?"
"Bedroom floor," I explained.
"Should we move him?"
"Yeah, after putting some clothes on." Jeff nodded in agreement.
After moving Shannon onto the bed with much effort, Jeff and I found ourselves making out on the couch downstairs. As it usually did back in the day, making out turned into more and soon enough we were on the floor, naked AGAIN.
I was oh so very close to oblivion when we heard Shannon come downstairs and start yelling.
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There. Now that you're all caught up with what's been going down, we can continue, yes? That's what I thought.
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"I can't BELIEVE you would do this to me, Liz!" Shannon yelled at me.
"Dude, you made the bet!"
"You didn't have to carry through with it!" He had a point there. I could have said no and just left it at that. Shit. What the hell was I supposed to say now? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to? Like that would work. It was pretty damn obvious I meant to do what I was currently doing and that I was FAR from sorry about it. Thankfully, Jeff came to the rescue.
"Dude, it's not like she pounced on me as soon as she got outside. It took a LOT of beer to get her out of her clothes and into that hot tub."
"So, you took advantage of my girlfriend while she was drunk."
"We were ALL drunk," I added.
"Look, we can forget this bet ever happened. I'll just get dressed and leave and we can pretend that absolutely NONE of this happened," Jeff suggested. 'NO!' was the only thing that was going through my head.
"Yeah, that's a pretty good idea," Shannon said.
"You know, Shannon, you never really got your chance in the competition. You passed out before hand, so I suppose the bet hasn't been won OR lost yet."
"She has a point," Jeff said. Shannon grinned and nodded.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," Shannon said.
"I'll meet you up there in a couple minutes," I said, grinning evilly. He nodded and walked away.
"Nice save," Jeff said as he rolled me over.
"I thought so," I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. How he managed to stay hard while getting yelled at by his best friend I will never understand, but I'm not complaining.
By the time Shannon was out of the shower, I was upstairs and Jeff was headed home.
"Your turn," I whispered in Shannon's ear as he started kissing down my neck. All of a sudden, he stopped.
"Would you have fucked him if I wouldn't have made the bet?" he asked me seriously.
"No. It's like I told you, Shannon. I love you. I would never cheat on you."
"But you fucked Jeff, that's cheating."
"The only reason I did it was because you made that bet," I explained. Which is true. I DO love Shannon. A lot. But there was no way I was gonna turn down an opportunity to fuck Jeff. He nodded and kissed me, pushing me hard against the wall. Now, this was a whole other side to Shannon, and I liked it...a lot. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand while he let the other wander down my body. His eyes were filled with lust as he pulled away, which made me grin. All of a sudden, the look in his eyes faded away and quickly turned to sadness. He dropped my hands and backed off.
"I can't."
"Why not?" I asked, concerned yet ticked off.
"I just saw you fucking my best friend."
"Shannon..."
"Yeah, I know. It's my fault and you only did it because of the bet, but still..." I nodded and pushed off the wall, sliding past him. I walked over to the closet and grabbed some clothes before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. I actually felt bad about the whole bet thing by then. I mean, yeah, the sex with Jeff was amazing and I had DEFINITELY been needing it, but it was hurting Shannon. I honestly regretted fucking Jeff for the first time...EVER. The look in Shannon's eyes was heartbreaking, talk about massive a guilt trip right there, man.
I sighed as I turned on the water, leaning against the sink as I waited for it to heat up. I felt like complete and utter shit. As I stepped into the shower and under the water, I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist.
"I'm sorry," I said, and I really, really was. "If I knew it was going to hurt you this badly, I never would have done it..."
"I know," Shannon said, kissing the top of my head. "But a bet is a bet and since I can't seem to deliver, he won. And unfortunately for me, I'm a man of my word." I leaned back against him, sighing as I closed my eyes.
"I do love you, you know," I muttered. "A lot."
"I love you too."
I turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest as I let the water roll down my back. He kissed the top of my head again before resting his chin on it, squeezing me tighter.
"How come you never scream like that when I fuck you?" Shannon asked, obviously referring to all the noise I was making with Jeff. Now how do I answer this one?
"I...he..." Fuck. I couldn't think of anything to say to that.
"He's better. That's why." I sighed, not knowing what to say or do.
"To some extent," I said after a few moments of silence. Glad there was finally a plan in my head, I continued. "But there are things you can do to me that he could never accomplish."
"Such as?"
"Obviously he couldn't make me love him," I said before I kissed him softly. "He can't make me melt just by looking at me," I added before kissing him again. As I pulled away, he pulled me closer, kissing my roughly, pushing me up against the back of the shower.
"AND..." I muttered after he pulled away.
"And what?" Shannon asked, grinning as he started nipping at my neck while his hands trailed down my body.
"Huh?" I asked, completely distracted by his hands and mouth. He chuckled.
This was NOT the Shannon I had gotten used to. The Shannon I had gotten used to would a. never have slammed me against the wall of the shower b. would never be biting my neck and c. would not be making me forget what the hell I was talking about. The Shannon I had gotten used to would never start fingering me in the shower, nor would he make me want to fuck him cross-eyed and then and there.
"You were telling me things that I can do that Jeff can't," he muttered before lifting one of my legs to get a better angle.
"Oh..." There were plenty of things on that list, none of which I was capable of thinking of at the time. I was a wee bit distracted.
"Can't think of anything?" Shannon asked.
"Can't think at ALL, actually," I explained, moaning as he made me come. He grinned and moved his fingers, making me pout. My pout was immediately turned into a smile and a loud moan as he slammed himself into me. He was pounding hard, deep, and fast, something I was NOT used to from Shannon. He had me screaming his name in no time at all.
"Don't stop..." I begged him as he slowed down a bit after he made me come yet again. He grinned and sped up, earning another moan from me.
"Tell me I'm better than him," Shannon muttered in my ear.
"You're better..." I moaned. "Harder..." I added, arching my back.
"You like being fucked hard, don't you?" he asked. Dear god, now he was talking dirty.
"Who are you and what have you done with Shannon?" I asked, grinning. He chuckled and kept pounding.
A few more minutes of amazing shower sex later, Shannon had his head on my shoulder, trying to catch his breath as he dropped my legs.
"Now who's better?" he asked. "Be honest."
"Uh..." I said, thinking about how good Jeff felt, then how good Shannon felt. This was a close call. A VERY close call.
"Liz, just tell me."
"Jeff,"I said. I immediately regretted it. Shannon slammed a fist into the wall next to my head.
"DAMN IT!" he yelled.
"Shannon, calm down, it's not that big of a deal."
"Yes. It. Is!" he said angrily. "Now I have to let Jeff fuck you whenever he wants to!"
"Shannon, please.."
"Don't 'Shannon, please' me!" he yelled, quickly getting out of the shower and walking out of the bathroom. I quickly finished up my shower and went after him.