It started off with innocent flirting and escalated in to a gentleman’s/gentlewoman’s bet.
Katherine and I have been friends for many years. We met at a mutual friend’s pool party one hot August night. I still remember how ravishing she looked in her skimpy white bikini. Her long auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail and draped over her left shoulder and rested between her ample double D breasts. She was deeply tanned and toned. Her bikini bottom clung to her shapely hips and tight, heart shaped ass.
I studied her closely as she mingled with a group of admirers. Six men were standing in a semi-circle around her, talking and laughing. One kept asking if she needed another drink.
“She’d ride them hard and put them away wet,” I thought and laughed to myself.
Katherine flashed a smile at one of her admirers and handed her empty glass to him. He scurried off to get her another drink. She smirked as she glared at his ass as he scurried away. He flew past me on his way to the bar and Katherine’s eyes caught mine. The smirk left her face, she lowered her head slightly and sneered a hungry smile at me. She excused herself from her admirers and walked towards me.
“I don’t think I have had the pleasure,” she grinned and extended her hand to me, palm down.
I chuckled and waited a bit before I took her hand and gently shook it. Her smile turned to a pout, letting me know that she was hoping I would place a kiss upon her hand.
“I am Gil,” I said to her as I smirked at her obvious disappointment of not obeying her unspoken order.
“I am Katherine,” she coyly smiled as she lifted her hand to my lips.
“Pleasure to meet you, Katherine,” I replied, deliberately ignoring her hand.
“Hmmmmph, you are not like the other men I was talking to,” she chuckled and let go of my hand.
“If you are referring to the six potential victims that are foolish enough to think you are potential prey, then, yes, I am not like them in the least.”
Her admirer approached us and handed Katherine her drink.
“Thank you, now run along and go play with your friends like a good boy,” Katherine kept her eyes locked on mine as she spoke the words.
He stood dumbfounded for a second, turned and walked away.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, Katherine,” I chuckled.
Katherine waved her hand to dismiss my comment and mischievously replied, “I did him a favor. As cute and hot as he is, I’d chew him up and spit him out before I was even wet. Where is the fun and satisfaction in that?”
I laughed and nodded my head, “You are very direct and to the point, Katherine. I like that very much.”
“Thank you, Gil. I am sure you are very much the same,” She looked away and stared at the potential boy toy that had brought her drink and added, “Although, it would be fun watching him wince as I paddled his cute ass.”
She turned to me and slowly brought her left hand to brush her hair off her chest, flicked her head ever so slightly and let her hair fall down her back.
“He was definitely a breast man,” she coyly smiled, “I find most breast men are too needy.”
I openly admired her cleavage for a moment before lifting my eyes to hers and remained silent.
Not to be out done, Katherine looked me up and down. She started at my broad shoulders, gazed down to my square chest, over my flat mid-section and stared at my crotch.
“I like a man who takes pride in looking after himself,” she smirked, her eyes glued on my cock.
She took a sip of her drink, looked up at me and asked, “Are you a breast man, Gil?”
“I most definitely am, Katherine, although, I do not fit in the category of being needy. I prefer to be in control, similar to you.”
“Hmmmmmm, if only opposites attract, your cock shouldn’t be getting hard and I shouldn’t be getting wet,” she looked down at my cock again.
Cynthia, the hostess of the party and our mutual friend, approached us and noticed Katherine staring at my cock.
“Katherine, those aren’t Gil’s eyes,” she joked.
“He does have nice eyes, but…” Katherine chuckled back.
Cynthia laughed at Katherine’s reply and said, “I had no idea you two knew each other, small world.”
Katherine looked at me as she replied to Cynthia’s question, “We just met. I walked over to introduce myself and we’ve been having a very polite and quite stimulating conversation. More of a verbal chess match, to be exact.”
“Katherine is quite charming, we have a lot in common,” I replied keeping my eyes locked on Katherine’s.
Cynthia nodded her head up and down slowly and sarcastically replied, “Riiiiight. Polite conversation, chess match, charming. It looks like you both want fuck each other’s brains out, to me.”
She kissed Katherine on the cheek, winked at me and said she would leave us to continue our polite conversation.
“That obvious?” Katherine asked me as she leaned close and giggled.
“Obviously so,” I chuckled.
“Are you up for a friendly wager, Gil?” Katherine coyly asked.
“I might be, Katherine. What do you have in mind?” I asked, knowing full well what she wanted to wager on.
“A gentlemen’s/gentlewomen’s bet, we go back to my place, anything goes, the first one to ask permission to fuck the other, loses,” she smiled with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“You are a wicked lady, Katherine. Wager accepted,” I growled in approval.
When we got to her apartment she immediately disrobed, told me to make myself at home on her sofa and asked if I wanted a drink. She walked slowly to her fridge.
“A beer if you have one, if not, whatever you will be having, thank you Katherine,” I replied in a matter of fact tone.
I watched her as she walked to her fridge, her hips swaying left to right. Her firm ass jiggled with each barefooted step.
Katherine grabbed two cans of beer from her fridge and made her way to me at the same slow pace. She stopped and stood a few feet away from me, as I sat down on her sofa. I stared at her naked body. Her breasts were bigger and fuller than I had imagined. Her pussy was shaved clean. Her inner lips were small and pink, barely visible as she stood with her legs shoulder width apart.
She handed me a beer and asked with a smile, “You wouldn’t purposefully loose the wager just to fuck me, would you, Gil?”
I grinned and answered her question, with a question, “Where is the fun and satisfaction in that?”
“Mmmmm, this could turn out to be a spectacular evening for me,” she cooed as she sat down next to me on the sofa.