i meet Justin at the bar

When Justin and I met for our drink that Friday, I really wanted to call the bet off, but I couldn’t see how. I did not want to admit I was at the gym the night before, so when Justin said things were going great I acted surprised. He sensed my lack of enthusiasm.

"Losing confidence in the little woman?" Justin asked.

"No, not at all." I lied. "I think you’re full of shit."

Justin just shook his head. "Poor boy. You always did need a house to fall on you. But I’m glad you feel that way, because I have got a major hard on for Ashley, I’m looking forward to closing this bet and I think I’m going to tomorrow night, a whole week ahead of schedule." "if you think I'm so full of shit tell me what turns her on in bed if your really not afraid i will get that far you will tell me chicken."

"Really?" I said, trying not to blurt it out.

"Yup, and I just need a little help from you. Are you still planning on watching the consummation?"

"Uh, sure. Need proof, right?" "ok i'll tell you she loves it when you play and suck on her nipples she loves it when i pinch them it drives her wild"

"Good. I need you to come up with a last minute excuse to bail on the barbecue. That’s all I need, my man, and game over."

"You could show just a little respect. This is my girlfriend we’re talking about."

"Wait ‘til you see her in action, you’ll be singing a different tune." Justin said. It was so hard not to hit him.

"Yeah, we’ll see," I said, trying to muster some bravado. There was still some hope, wasn’t there?

"So we’re set?"

"Yeah, we’re set."

I was in such a bad mood when I got home that night that when Ashley wanted to make love again I put her off with a lame excuse. I barely slept that night trying not to picture what I was sure was going to happen. why did i tell him what turns her on do i want this to happen? of course i don't i keep telling myself