Yes he does

He was taunting me like a 12 year old. I knew I was being maneuvered into a corner, but with my pride on the line, I couldn’t help but take the bait. "Fine, you want to give me five thousand dollars that badly, I won’t stop you." With that simple sentence I sealed my fate. Sometimes I am such an asshole.

The only thing left was to work out the details, which it seemed Justin had already given some thought. I agreed to his terms, with a couple modifications. He had 1 month to make his plan work. Neither of us could mention the bet to Ashley. She had to make the decision of her own free will, Justin couldn’t use **** or **** to influence her. you can't have sex with her for the last week of the bet. There was the thorny issue of confirmation. We could either try and videotape the thing, or stage it so I would be able to witness it first hand. If I was to be present, though, I wasn’t allowed to interrupt, no matter how things were going. I knew that last part would be tough, but I honestly didn’t think I’d have to worry about it.

The very next day Justin put his plan in motion. He invited Ashley and I over for a barbecue. I would have wiggled my way out of it, but part of the bet was that I couldn’t do anything to impede him. We had a good time, but the bet was always in the back of my mind. I noticed that Justin found more excuses to touch Ashley, and when he did, his hands lingered. But I was also jealously checking for those looks Justin claimed Ashley gave him. I thought i caught a couple and I told myself I was being ridiculous. Justin and Ashley didn't get along when they first met, she thought he was cocky and a jerk but stupid me convinced Ashley to get to know Justin better and now there like really good friends, she did tell me one night Justin was not her type at all and she saw him like a brother she never had. Justin tried to lure us into his hot tub that night, but I feigned exhaustion and hustled Ashley home.

Only a couple days later Justin was at our house for dinner. Imagine my surprise when I came home from work and found him sitting on our couch, drink in hand. Apparently he’d been there over 2 hours and they were just having the greatest time, according to Ashley. At that, Justin raised his glass to my "beautiful and talented" Girlfriend. Ashley just flushed under the compliment.

Over the next week, Justin got together with us every chance he got. He even managed to plan his workout for the same time Ashley had aerobics at the gym. And of course he took the opportunity to tell her how amazing she looked in her little leotard. Not that he was lying. Ashley’s twenty-One, but looks about Eighteen. Her 5’2" frame still barely has an ounce of fat on it and her breasts are still firm as a pair of grapefruit. She has bright blue eyes and wears her hair in a stylish bob cut. Ashley goes to the gym three times a week after work and somehow I just knew Justin would be working out more often. When we met for drinks that Friday, he told me everything was going according to plan. I hadn’t noticed anything and I wondered what he was seeing that I didn’t, but I wasn’t about to ask and broaden that wide smirk he already had.

That Monday Ashley came back from the gym much later than usual and it seemed she was acting a little funny. she said she was too tired for sex which is rare. I didn’t ask why. I didn’t want it to seem like I was interrogating her. I mean, I trusted her, right? Would I have bet five thousand dollars if I didn’t? But just to be sure, I did a little checking up on her. She was home late from the gym again Wednesday, so on Thursday night i paced back and forth deciding if i should go to the gym to see what was up