Paying up

“Well… getting naked was only the first part of the bet…” you said unable to look the blonde in the eye as you stared at her body.

“Seriously?” You could hear the annoyance in her voice, but all it did was turn you on more. You knew that if she had one and the shoe was on the other foot and you were standing naked in front of her she’d be just as insistent about the second half of the bet.

“I mean… a bets a bet Gabby…” you could see the frustration on her face, but also a little of something else… Anxiety? Excitement?

You’d known Gabby since college and you couldn’t believe your luck in seeing the stunner completely naked. None of your buddies would believe you… if they weren’t about to see for themselves.

It had been years since you’d seen her and somehow she’d only gotten more attractive. You were both in attendance for a wedding. She was the Maid of Honor and you were a Groomsman (Groomswoman?). Last night you’d gotten drunk and reverted to the usual teasing nature you’d had back at school. Which is where the bet had come up. Over or under the Best Man’s speech at the rehearsal dinner going 10 minutes long. Gabby had been sure that between Tim (the Best Man) not having written his speech, and Sarah (the Bride) threatening to stab him if he went off the rails that she had it in the bag. But you knew Tim better than she did. And you knew that the key to get him rambling was enough **** (Whiskey specifically). It had been an easy win.

The bet? Strip completely naked in front of the winner. That and…

“You seriously expect me to streak through cocktail hour?” Gabby said putting her hands on her hips defiantly.

“That is what we bet… don’t act like you wouldn’t be standing there telling my naked ass to get running if you’d won.” You briefly wonder what it would be like to have roles reversed. If you were standing in front of the busty blonde in all your glory, while she remained in the stunning purple cocktail dress that now lay discarded on the floor. You felt yourself get wetter at the thought.

“You’re such a fucking Dyke Charlie.” She rolled her eyes when she realized you weren’t backing down.

“Very much so yes.” You grinned as you watched her move towards the door that opened up onto the patio where everyone was gathered.