The Wager

"I am positive I could get her in the sack. I think you’re just afraid to make this bet." That was Justin, my Best friend talking. We’re both in our early twenties now and for nearly ten years we’ve known each other our relationship has been intensely competitive. When we were boys we constantly competed against each other in everything from school work to sports, even in college we would try to compete who could get laid more. Every Friday after work, Justin and I would meet at a nearby bar. That is where we were when this bizarre conversation started.

The "her" Justin referred to was my Girlfriend, Ashley. He was saying that ever since I’d met her she’d surreptitiously given him the eye when I wasn’t looking and that he was sure he could get her into bed. I would have decked anyone but Justin, but given our long friendship I thought he was just jerking my chain. Just before we’d been talking about my plans for me to buy an engagement ring to propose to her on our Second anniversary of when we started dating. I was still a little red faced. It only dawned on me that he could be serious when he brought money into it.

"Five grand says I’m right about this." Justin said, knocking back his drink and ordering another from the bartender.

"You are fucking insane." I said, a little anger creeping into my voice.

"If I’m so crazy, why not take my money? You’ve never been shy about it before."

"Because I cannot make a bet on my girlfriend. That’s just so wrong. And she’d kill me."

"How would she find out? I have no investment in telling her. At worst she’d think I was an asshole for trying to seduce my best friend’s Girl. And you’d be Five grand richer. That’s if you’re so sure I can’t possibly win."

God, he had to be insane. Even though I was positive he was wrong, how could I enter into a bet like that? Even if taking his money would teach him a lesson. "I am sure I would win. It’s not that."

"What else could it be? You’ve never shied away from a bet before. I can understand not wanting to lose five G’s, and find out your girlfriend would fuck someone else. I wonder which would be the worst part of that. I can understand your fear."

"I don’t have any fear." I protested.

"Then take my bet, coward."