The Superbowl would be staring in less than an hour, and I was excited as I flitted around my house, doing last minute touch-ups before Austin arrived to watch the Superbowl with me. Trish hated football, and I wasn't sure if Dez would be coming. I set the last of the food on the table just as my doorbell rang. I walked over and opened the door to see a smiling Austin standing there. I grinned before widening the opening and ushering him inside. "Dez didn't come?" I asked, as he made himself at home.

"No, he got dragged into watching at his aunt's house."

My parents were on a business trip. Wow, it would just be Austin and I. The thought of us alone made me feel nervous, and excited.

"Ready for the Seacocks to get their asses handed to them?" I asked cheerfully. There was no way the Seahawks were beating my Broncos. Austin snorted and burst out laughing. He began laughing so hard, he was crying. "What's so funny?" I demanded, clenching my fists. He held up a finger and slowly calmed down. "I'm sorry, Ally. I just can't believe you actually think the Donkeys even have a shot at winning. They haven't went to the Superbowl in 16 years. There's no way they are going to beat the Seahawks."

I was getting annoyed now. "You are so full of bologna you work for Oscar Meyers! The Seahawks are screwed now that the Broncos have Peyton Manning as their quarterback. He's invincible." I say, allowing my cockiness get the better of me. Austin raises his eyebrow, and wears a very amused expression.

"Is that so?" he asks, leaning in slightly closer. I puff out my chest proudly and grin. "I know it is. The Seahawks are chicken scratch."

Austin's expression goes from amused to cocky once again, and I find myself wanting to wipe that stupid smug look off his face.

"Care to wager a little bet then?"

"Gladly!" I half yell at him.

"The loser has to sleep over at the winner's house."

I look at him with skepticism. This was way too easy for a bet. We had sleepovers all the time. No, he had to be plotting something. I had a good feeling I could expect waking up with marker all over my face, or half the side of my head shaved. I stuck out my hand and I got up to get some alcohol for us. I wasn't a very heavy drinker, and drinking was something I chose not to do very often, but tonight was a special occasion.

The Superbowl was almost over and it didn't look like my Broncos had any chance of redemption or any shot at winning. They were getting their butts handed to them, and it was making me nervous. Austin was engrossed in the game, but he had a smile plastered to his face the entire time. "How does it feel to watch your precious Donkeys run with their tales in-between their legs?" Austin asked, enjoying the scowl I had been wearing for the last quarter. I felt the urge to annoy him, and I got a brilliant idea, which I gladly blamed on the alcohol.

I scooted closer to him, keeping my eyes glued to the screen. He cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing. I placed my hand on his leg, and began tracing patterns up and down his thigh. His breathing increased slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked, his attention still mostly engrossed in the game.

"Nothing." I replied innocently, as my hand went higher up on his leg. His breathing increased the closer I got to his boner. I slid my hand inside his jeans and palmed him through his underwear. He hissed, and shot a brief glance at me. I slid my hand inside his underwear and traced lightly near the head, and Austin let out a low moan, almost inaudible. I lightly grip his shaft, my pressure increasing as I began sliding my hand up and down his shaft. "Ally..." he begins, but I cut him off by moving my hand on his dick, increasing the pressure slightly.

I begin pumping up and down his length, his breathing growing more shallow and faster. Austin rolls his head back, and in one swift move, I free his cock from the restricting underwear and slide it into my mouth. He groans, and I begin swirling my tongue around the head, before I begin licking and sucking up and down on his length once more. His hand leaves his side and comes to a stop in my hair, pulling slightly. I increase my pace. "Oh my god... Ally, don't stop." He moans, his tone husky. He's getting close, I can tell. Just before he reaches his peak, I release his dick and lean back against the couch. My attention returns to the game. "What the hell?!" He half-yells at me, his voice clearly full of annoyance.

I look at him from the corner of my eyes, a slight smirk playing on my lips. "I don't understand why you're getting so worked up, Austin. It's just a game after all. Besides, the odds are clearly in your favor. Shut up, and watch the game." I say, just as the Seahawks score the final touchdown. I sigh, disappointment rushing over me at the loss of the Broncos, and the fact that I just lost the bet.

"Well, would you look at that? I believe all your shit talking was indeed wasted, because THE SEAHAWKS ARE THE GREATEST TEAM EVER IN EXISTENCE! Ally lost the bet." He says, that stupid smirk on his face once again. He leans closer to me. "And now you have to sleep at my house. And I'm not going to let your earlier actions go unpunished." He whispers, his face lighting up in a devilish grin. I gulp. It's going to be one eventful night.