getting ahead of myself. This girl could always run.
“Just say it, I promise not to run.” There was a long silence. “Yet.” She was a funny girl. I looked over at her and cherished the beautiful smile she had on her face.
“Okay, so I have friends—friends I play basketball with—and we have this bet. They actually started it, and I went along.”
Shit, what was I II saying? saying?
““I I hope hope II won'ttt offend you" Dave had wanted to set me up to go on double dates with him and his girlfriend. So I told him about Katarina, and every day he asked if I slept with her yet. It became an ongoing joke. He bet me I would sleep with her before ever talking to her. I didn’t take that bet. So he made another bet: that I would be the first to talk to Katarina.
“I am a pretty good sport, and if there is anything I could do to help a friend on a bet, I would be more than happy to help. What do you get if you win?”
The bet is sex. Tell her it’s a sex bet. Shit, did she say friend?
“Friend?” I wanted to fuck her, not text her. I didn’t need a BFF to LOL with.
“Yes, a friend is someone I have known for three months, and a person whose company I enjoy. A friend.” I definitely didn’t want to be her friend.
“I get $50 if I win the bet.” I think…it was made so long ago I almost forgot until Dave brought it up to me the other day.
“All right, what do we need to do to win this bet?”
Sex, tell her sex
. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.
“We have already won the bet, but I need to send your picture to my friend Dave, and he will need to talk with you to confirm who you are.”
The conversation seemed to go better after that. She was asking questions about other bets, wanting to place a bet of her own. She was a fun girl, and I was already enjoying myself. I bet her that she would run before the night was over. She wanted a favor if she won. If I won, we got another date. Either way, I came out on top.
Came out on top, I repeated in my head. Fuck my choice of words
.
“Is that what you do with all of your girls? Make them want to run, I mean.” This made my grin widen again.
“So you’re saying you’re my girl?” I didn’t let her answer. I knew it would not be the answer I wanted. I jogged around the Jeep and helped her out. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her body. When I placed her on her feet, I reached for my phone to take a picture. Her dress was resting at the top of her thighs. It was a beautiful sight. “Leave your dress like that. I’ll keep that picture for myself.” She moved it down before I could snap a shot.
“Ha ha, not funny. There is no chance you will see my panties on the first date.” It was a good thing this was not our first date.
“This is not our first date.” I sent Dave a picture of Katarina and put the phone in my pocket. It began ringing right away. I glanced at it, and it was him, but I put it back in my pocket. I moved to the front of the line where people were signing in to talk with the hostess. I wanted to make sure I got a booth in the back. I wanted it to be comfortable for Katarina. The hostess was young and all smiles. She walked over from the station with two menus and brushed up against me, her face blushing she apologized. I knew she was flirting, but I was in no mood to feed into her flirtation. Tonight was about Katarina, and I was going to make it a point to hide my old self from her at all cost. I watched her closely as I made my way to her side again. She was gazing all around and her eyes were big, like an innocent child, seeing everything for the first time.
“They are ready to seat us.” She moved in front of me. I observed men all around us turning their heads to get a look at her. I predicted Iwas going to kick the shit out of someone tonight. I put my hand on her lower back and smiled at the men staring at her, and they glanced at me before looking away.
That’s right, assholes. She’s with me
.
We reached
“Just say it, I promise not to run.” There was a long silence. “Yet.” She was a funny girl. I looked over at her and cherished the beautiful smile she had on her face.
“Okay, so I have friends—friends I play basketball with—and we have this bet. They actually started it, and I went along.”
Shit, what was I II saying? saying?
““I I hope hope II won'ttt offend you" Dave had wanted to set me up to go on double dates with him and his girlfriend. So I told him about Katarina, and every day he asked if I slept with her yet. It became an ongoing joke. He bet me I would sleep with her before ever talking to her. I didn’t take that bet. So he made another bet: that I would be the first to talk to Katarina.
“I am a pretty good sport, and if there is anything I could do to help a friend on a bet, I would be more than happy to help. What do you get if you win?”
The bet is sex. Tell her it’s a sex bet. Shit, did she say friend?
“Friend?” I wanted to fuck her, not text her. I didn’t need a BFF to LOL with.
“Yes, a friend is someone I have known for three months, and a person whose company I enjoy. A friend.” I definitely didn’t want to be her friend.
“I get $50 if I win the bet.” I think…it was made so long ago I almost forgot until Dave brought it up to me the other day.
“All right, what do we need to do to win this bet?”
Sex, tell her sex
. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.
“We have already won the bet, but I need to send your picture to my friend Dave, and he will need to talk with you to confirm who you are.”
The conversation seemed to go better after that. She was asking questions about other bets, wanting to place a bet of her own. She was a fun girl, and I was already enjoying myself. I bet her that she would run before the night was over. She wanted a favor if she won. If I won, we got another date. Either way, I came out on top.
Came out on top, I repeated in my head. Fuck my choice of words
.
“Is that what you do with all of your girls? Make them want to run, I mean.” This made my grin widen again.
“So you’re saying you’re my girl?” I didn’t let her answer. I knew it would not be the answer I wanted. I jogged around the Jeep and helped her out. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her body. When I placed her on her feet, I reached for my phone to take a picture. Her dress was resting at the top of her thighs. It was a beautiful sight. “Leave your dress like that. I’ll keep that picture for myself.” She moved it down before I could snap a shot.
“Ha ha, not funny. There is no chance you will see my panties on the first date.” It was a good thing this was not our first date.
“This is not our first date.” I sent Dave a picture of Katarina and put the phone in my pocket. It began ringing right away. I glanced at it, and it was him, but I put it back in my pocket. I moved to the front of the line where people were signing in to talk with the hostess. I wanted to make sure I got a booth in the back. I wanted it to be comfortable for Katarina. The hostess was young and all smiles. She walked over from the station with two menus and brushed up against me, her face blushing she apologized. I knew she was flirting, but I was in no mood to feed into her flirtation. Tonight was about Katarina, and I was going to make it a point to hide my old self from her at all cost. I watched her closely as I made my way to her side again. She was gazing all around and her eyes were big, like an innocent child, seeing everything for the first time.
“They are ready to seat us.” She moved in front of me. I observed men all around us turning their heads to get a look at her. I predicted Iwas going to kick the shit out of someone tonight. I put my hand on her lower back and smiled at the men staring at her, and they glanced at me before looking away.
That’s right, assholes. She’s with me
.
We reached
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