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01Wager {Moon Dragon} (1st-exhib, f-solo, reluc, HS)
"The Wager - Betcha Won't" 
Copyright Moon Dragon - Oct/06

- X - X - X -

Never make a bet without knowing for sure what the
stakes are in advance. Here's what happened when Nadia
forgot that rule.

- X - X - X -

"Say what?!? Could you repeat that?"

"I'm sure you heard me."

"No way," Nadia said, "Absolutely not!"

"Am I to understand that you're going back on our bet
and giving up the forfeit?" Damien inquired, "Was that
what I heard you say?"

"No, damn it," Nadia said through gritted teeth, "That
wasn't what you heard me say."

Hissing in frustration, Nadia slowly began to unbutton
her shirt, wondering how the fuck she'd managed to get
herself into this mess...

... It had all begun on a hot and sunny afternoon just
like any other, around twelve thirty on a Friday, and
classes at Appleton High School had been dismissed for
lunch only moments before. This semester was coming to
an end, with only another two weeks until spring break
officially began.

Their entire school had been buzzing all morning, with
talk of the principal's announcement being on the lips
of every student. First thing on Monday morning, they
would be beginning this years Spirit Olympics, where
the whole student body would be divided into six teams
to compete for various prizes. Various representatives
from each team would enter an assortment of sports and
activities. The first, second and third place winners
in each contest would earn points for their team, with
small prizes being awarded to all of the members of
whichever teams had accumulated the most points by the
end of the week.

The school played the Spirit Olympics every year; this
year they'd added something different. The name of the
student that took first place in each event was going
to be entered in a special draw, and whoever got their
name pulled out of the hat would win four tickets to a
concert over the spring break. Everyone wanted it, but
Nadia intended to win...

... Sliding the powder blue silk shirt down off of her
shoulders, Nadia closed her eyes in embarrassment; she
couldn't believe Damien was really gonna make her go
through with this. The world around her suddenly got a
bit louder, but for Nadia, reality slowly faded out to
a dull roar...

... Nadia had been on the school archery squad for two
years, and at sixteen, she was one of the best archers
on the range. She often outshot many of the seniors on
the squad, and some of those fellas had been shooting
since they were in elementary school. It was high time
to put some of her skill to use.

"Hi guys," she called as she walked through the school
cafeteria to her friends table, "What up?"

"Not much, chica," replied Steve, one of the guys from
her math class, "How 'bout you?"

"Nothing special," Nadia said, "So, any of you guys in
any of the Olympic events?"

"Yeah I am," Jamie-Lee said, "I'm playing floor hockey
and racquetball."

"Awesome," Nadia said. Her best friend Jamie-Lee was a
co-captain of the school racquetball squad, and they'd
made last years division championship match and had
almost gone to state. This competition would be rather
fierce, though. During the Spirit Olympics, she'd most
likely be playing against some of her own teammates in
each game. "Which team did you draw?"

"Um, Blue Team, I think," the blonde replied, "I'm not
sure. I've got it written down in my locker."

"Aw, you suck," Nadia laughed, "Red Team rules, guys."

"Not so, chica," Steve said, "I'm with the Orange Team
and I happen to know that we're gonna kick all of your
asses in the math events."

"Math?" Jamie-Lee scoffed, "Are you kidding? The math
events are just for wannabes who can't handle the real
games. I'm surprised they even count as events."

"Who cares," Marty said with a grin, "Points is points
after all. Ain't that right?"

"Sure it is," Nadia agreed, "But Steve, why are you so
confident? Who's the Orange Team's math player?"

"Me!" he grinned.

"Should have seen that coming," Marty added. He was on
the Blue Team too, and he'd oddly signed up for chess
and ice hockey. It was a strange combination, but then
that was Marty for you, ever doing the unexpected. 

"Right," Nadia laughed, "Well, consider yourself lucky
then Stevie boy. You don't have to go up against me on
the archery range."

"Oh the Red Team has that in the bag then," Jamie-Lee
said, "Nobody outshoots our very own Robin Hood."

'Exactly,' Nadia thought. She was sure to win -- well
almost sure anyway -- and once her name was put in the
draw for the concert tickets she could relax.

"And which one of the Sheriff's men is Robin shooting
at now," came a new voice.

Their friend Damien joined them at the table. With his
skill, he was both the captain of their archery squad
and one of the only archers in their school that Nadia
couldn't outshoot consistently.

"Everybody not on the Red Team," Jamie-Lee explained
with a smile, "Nadia's has entered the archery contest
for the Red Team, and I was just telling everyone that
she's a sure winner."

"Hmm," Damien grinned wickedly, "Well, I wouldn't cash
in your slip just yet."

"And why not, Mr Smartass?" Nadia asked.

"Well first of all," Damien replied, "I just signed up
to compete for the Orange Team, and we both know that
you can't beat my scores."

"Rockin," Steve hollered, "Can it be? Mathematics and
archery, united at last? We can't lose."

Damn it! This complicated things. She knew that Damien
had probably only done it to spite her, and he would
likely take her with him to the concert even if he won
the tickets, but that wasn't the point. She had wanted
to win the tickets herself so that -she- would be able
to treat -him- to the concert instead of the other way
around. At least, that had been 'The Plan.'

"Oh, you can't?" Nadia laughed, "Well, bring that out
to the range, big boy, and may the best woman win."

"So would you be willing to place a small wager on the
issue?" Damien asked.

"Yahoo!" Steve cheered, "Grudge match. This just gets
better and better."

Even though she played hard to get, Nadia really liked
Damien, and she was looking forward to this concert as
their special night. She knew that Damien really liked
her too; he'd made no secret of it; but she had always
kept him at arms length simply because she was afraid
of moving too fast. In the last few weeks, though, she
had decided that they'd waited for long enough.

Damien had been doing everything he could think of to
hook up with her, so now she planned to grant his wish
in spades. If she won the tickets she'd invite him out
to the concert, then they could go back to her place
afterwards. She planned to have some candles ready to
light in her bedroom, and maybe she could even sneak a
drink or two out of her parent's liquor cabinet. They
were going to be out of town for that whole weekend so
she and Damien would have the place all for themselves
for two full days. It was all part of the surprise she
had planned for his birthday, which also just happened
to fall the same weekend.

"Standard arrangement?" Nadia asked.

"Of course."

Falling somewhere between a normal bet and an abnormal
game of truth-or-dare, the standard arrangement could
get you into a whole mess of trouble unless you were
really careful. Damien had once dared Marty to eat an
entire bottle of hot peppers when he lost a bet. Marty
had done it, without even breaking a sweat. Jamie-Lee
had once lost a cash forfeit when Steve won a bet, and
he dared her to take off her shirt and run a lap round
the school topless. She probably would have gone ahead
and done it anyways just to shock him, but it had been
snowing out, and she was just recovering from a flu.

Once the bet was made, they would each hand an agreed
cash forfeit price, sealed in an envelope, over to the
wager referee -- usually Marty who would then lock the
money in his dad's strongbox for safekeeping. Just as
long as whoever lost the bet did what the winner dared
them to do, and the winner confirmed it, each of them
would get their money back. But if the loser chickened
out, though, whoever won got to keep it all.

"Okay," Nadia agreed, "You're on."

The trouble was that the standard rules didn't require
the winner to name the dare until the bet was accepted
and won or lost. Nor was it necessary for anyone else
to ever learn exactly what the dare consisted of, only
for the winner to confirm whether or not the loser had
completed it.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Marty announced, "The
bet stands as follows: Nadia and Damien have both been
signed up to compete in the archery competition during
the Spirit Olympics. Whichever of them achieves the
highest scores will be declared the victor, regardless
of whether either of them wins the actual event. Those
in favor say 'aye'."

Damien and Nadia both laughed and said aye.

"The forfeit stake shall be?" asked Marty.

"Twenty?" Nadia asked.

"No, not this time," Damien said, "Why don't we set it
a little higher, just for fits and giggles."

"Them's fightin' words," Marty pointed out, "Shall the
forfeit be raised to fifty then?"

The forfeit price was usually only raised as an added
incentive, for those times when one planned to ask for
a dare that ones opponent would be greatly inclined to
refuse. If was reasoned that if ones opponent decided
that giving up the cash forfeit would be preferable to
going through with the dare, raising that forfeit cost
would make them think twice about chickening out.

"Two hundred."

Nadia's eyes widened in shock. Two hundred bucks? That
was her entire savings from her after school job, and
Damien knew it, but she'd already committed herself to
the bet so she had no choice. It didn't really matter
anyway, because she had just gotten her new super high
tech recurved bow that her aunt had brought back from
Europe. She had been practicing with it in secret; her
scores had been improving steadily, so she was itching
to kick Damien's ass!

"Fine," she agreed, "Marty, I'll bring my money to the
Spirit Dance tonight. You can get it there. I believe
that the archery events are on Thursday, so you should
probably be able to give Damien's money back to him by
next Monday morning."

"Even more fightin' words," Steve grinned, "You gonna
let chica here get away with that trash talk, man?"

"Aw, let her talk," Damien replied, "She'll get what's
coming to her after the shoot."

- X - X - X -

Her curly red hair fell over her face as she opened up
her eyes, and she let it lay where it fell. It was a
veil to hide behind, and right now she felt a need for
all the cover she could get. Damien had been trying to
get into her pants ever since she grew boobs, but she
had no idea that he'd ever stoop to this level to make
it happen...

...She should've seen it coming. When Damien had first
suggested that two hundred dollar forfeit, it ought to
have set off alarm bells, but she'd been so sure that
she was really gonna win this time. If she didn't know
any better, she'd have thought he cheated, but she had
personally watched him shoot, and heard the judge call
his scores. Besides, even if Damien was as devious and
underhanded as he could get, he wasn't a cheater...

...Birthday indeed! As Nadia slipped her favorite blue
jeans down the curves of her hips, she fervently hoped
that Damien choked on his birthday cake. It was Friday
night and they'd just arrived at Marty's Spring Break
bash an hour before, just in time to see Marty's folks
pull out of the driveway in the family car, on the way
to an advertising banquet.

As usual, they'd told their son that he could have two
or three people over, and two or three had turned into
twenty or thirty. His mom and dad had never made a big
deal over the impromptu parties, as long as everything
was decontaminated by the time they got home -- he had
never bothered to tell them that someone almost always
brought a keg, of course.

The concert was tomorrow evening; and so was Damien's
birthday, but even though he'd won the bet, Damien had
not won the concert tickets. Jamie-Lee had taken first
place in one of the racquetball events, and hers had
been the name drawn for the four tickets. She had gone
to collect them at the office, and promptly handed one
each to Nadia, Damien and Steve, keeping the last one
for herself. Marty's folks had already bought a ticket
for him, so they were all gonna go together.

Damien waited until she had drank a couple beers, then
he leaned over and whispered in her ear, just as she'd
started trying to figure out how to get away from the
others after the concert the next night, so they could
go back to her place. 

"Are you ready to find out what I expect you to do for
losing the bet?" he asked, "But remember, babe, if you
chicken out now, you lose two hundred bucks."

"Sure," she said with a gulp, "Lay it down."

"I want to watch you play with your pussy!"

Nadia gasped in surprise, feeling her heart come up in
her throat, then gave his request some thought. It set
her own schemes ahead a night, true, but it would be a
perfect lead-in to what she'd originally planned to do
the next night after the concert anyway. 

"Alright," she said, "We can go back to my place later
on tonight if you want to."

"I don't think so," he said shaking his head, "I don't
want to wait until later."

She smiled and nodded, taking his hand to pull him out
to the front porch where they could get her coat, but
he didn't move when she tried to tug him up out of his
seat. He set his hands on her hips, and gently pushed
her backwards until she had sat on the coffee table in
front of him.

"Go ahead," he told her.

It took a moment for her to catch his meaning, then an
unpleasantly cold lump settled itself down in the pit
of her stomach. Surely he couldn't mean that, not what
she thought he meant -- could he?

"Are you crazy?" she asked incredulously, "Here?"

"Precisely," he said, "Right here, right now. I hereby
dare you to put on a little show for me, and for every
other person here."

"Say what?!? Could you repeat that?"

"I'm sure you heard me."

"No way," Nadia said, "Absolutely not!"

"Am I to understand that you're going back on our bet
and giving up the forfeit?" Damien inquired, "Was that
what I heard you say?"

"No, damn it," Nadia said through gritted teeth, "That
wasn't what you heard me say."

Hissing in frustration, Nadia slowly began to unbutton
her shirt, glaring up at Damien with each button. Her
hands shook as she opened up the front of the shirt so
that her pink lace bra showed through.

Sliding the powder blue silk shirt down away from her 
shoulders, Nadia closed her eyes in embarrassment; she
couldn't believe Damien was really gonna make her go
through with this. The world around her suddenly got a
little louder as people finally began to notice what
she was doing, but for Nadia, reality slowly faded out
to a dull roar.

Her curly red hair fell over her face as she opened up
her eyes, and she let it lay where it fell. It was a
veil to hide behind, and right now she felt a need for
all the cover she could get. Damien had been trying to
get into her pants ever since she grew boobs, but she
had no idea that he'd ever stoop to this level to make
it happen.

She reached down and unbuttoned her blue jeans, gazing
into his eyes and silently pleaded with him to let her
stop, but Damien remained silent. She couldn't afford
to back out of this now, but she swore that Damien was
gonna get it but good for this one.

Under any other circumstances she probably would have
just said fuck it, and let Damien keep the money; he'd
probably spend it on her anyway, but she just couldn't
afford to lose so much and he knew it. If she told her
parents that she'd lost two hundred bucks, each and
every cent that she'd saved, and on some stupid bet of
all things, they'd kill her for sure.

She could feel his eyes on her as she raised her hips
to slip out of her jeans, kicking them aside. All that
hid her body as the jeans fell was a pink lace bra and
matching panties. The masses at the party had begun to
crowd into the living room, trying to see what all the
fuss was about, and Marty pushed his way to the front
just in time to see Nadia reaching behind her back for
the clasp of her bra.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

"We made a bet," Damien explained, "And she lost."

"No way," Marty said, "Come on, Damien. The bet is one
thing but this is taking things a bit too far."

"No, it ain't," came a laughing voice from the crowd.

"You tell 'im," said another.

"Shut up, you guys," Marty said, "This has nothing to
do with you. As official wager referee, I'm calling an
end to this bet. You can stop now, Nadia."

"Like fuck she can," came another new voice, "A bet is
a bet. Nobody ever got to change the rules before; she
shouldn't get to change them now. Quit trying to screw
with the game, Marty."

Nadia looked around in shock, stunned to see Jamie-Lee
taking Damien's side in the matter. She was taken even
further aback when she saw a strange look in the blond
girl's eyes. At first she had thought Jamie-Lee looked
a little feverish, like she was sick or something, but
then she concluded that her friend didn't look sick at
all -- she looked hungry!

Jamie-Lee licked hep lips as she let her gaze slide up
and down over Nadia's almost nude body, and everywhere
that her eyes fell was left a trail of smouldering hot
sensation. Nadia had never felt such a raw, naked lust
before, even from Damien, and she was scandalized when
she realized that she liked it.

"It's all up to you, Nadia," Marty said, "If you don't
want to go through with this, say the word and I'll
cancel the bet and give you your money back, no matter
what these assholes say."

Nadia cast another look at Jamie-Lee, feeling a shiver
go up her spine as she met the anxious need displayed
in the blonde girl's eyes. She'd been silently begging
Damien to let her stop, and now she saw Jamie-Lee just
as silently begging her to keep going.

"It's okay, Marty," she said without breaking off eye
contact with her best friend forever, "I want to."

"That's it, baby," Damien said, "Take it off."

"Oh shut up," she spat back. She wasn't doing this for
him. For just a single instant, Damien's dare had even
seemed like a great idea. Even though she hadn't won
the bet, his proposition had still fit quite well with
her own plan, if a bit ahead of schedule, but that was
before she figured out that the spiteful little fuck
had intended to humiliate her in front of all of their
friends, all because she'd never put out for him.

With Marty somewhat placated, Nadia reached behind her
back once more for the clasp of her bra. She undid the
hooks and hesitated for an instant, looking at Jamie
with a wicked grin and a raised eyebrow. Jamie grinned
back, nodding expectantly.

For Nadia, everyone else had ceased to exist, and only
Jamie-Lee remained in the room with her. She slipped
the straps down off of her shoulders, letting the pair
of lacy pink cups fall away from her ample tits. Jamie
let out an almost inaudible moan, then glanced quickly
around to see whether anyone had heard her, but nobody
was paying attention to her at all.

Cupping her hands over her tits, Nadia splayed out her
fingers until her nipples peeked through. It was quite
warm at Marty's house that night, so when she saw how
hard they had gotten she couldn't even use the cold as
an excuse.

Licking the tip of her finger, she stared into Jamie's
eyes, tipping her head to one side and glancing at her
own tits in query.

'Do you want me to?' she asked soundlessly.

With an anxious sigh, the sexy blond girl told her not
to stop.

'Please,' she begged.

Nadia finally relented, circling her wet fingertip all
around her nipple, making it harden even further. She
let out a quiet sigh of contentment, biting her lip in
delight and throwing her head back when she heard that
sigh echoed by her best friend forever. She hooked the
thumb of her right hand into the waistband of her pink
lace panties as she beckoned Jamie to come closer with
her left.

Jamie pushed through the crowd, and Nadia looked over
at Damien where he sat on the armchair smirking.

"Move it, jerk," she said.

She watched Damien's eyebrows snap up towards his hair
line, and his gaze jumped back and forth between Nadia
and Jamie-Lee. He finally realized that this show had
nothing to do with him anymore when Marty's heavy hand
fell on his shoulder.

"I think the lady wants you to leave," he said, as he
pulled Damien out of the chair and slapped his forfeit
envelope against his chest, "I hereby judge this dare
officially fulfilled, and the wager finished. Now, get
the fuck out of my house."

Nadia grinned at the applause that followed Damien out
of the house, and she reached up to take Jamie-Lee by
the hand to guide her into the chair from which Damien
had so unceremoniously been evicted.

"Front row seat, babe," she whispered. Her right thumb
was still hooked in her waistband, "I wanted you to be
able to see this."

Jamie-Lee sank down in the leather armchair, blushing
furiously. She'd overheard Damien tell one of his jock
buddies what he planned to have Nadia do, and although
she had desperately wanted to see it, she had planned
to be more discrete about it. She had been as appalled
as anybody to hear herself arguing with Marty, as if
something had taken over her tongue, leaving her brain
as a helpless observer.

Discretely watching from the sidelines had just become
quite impossible, as Nadia had invited her onto center
stage. Some tiny part of her mind was screaming at her
to get out of the armchair and bolt for the door, but
just when she was about to do that very thing, she saw
Nadia begin to gently tug at the soft pink lace of her
panties and she suddenly found herself firmly glued to
her seat.

Nadia lifted her tight little ass up off of the coffee
table, leaning forward to slide the delicate scrap of
lace down past her knees, never taking her eyes off of
Jamie-Lee's brightly flushed face. As she bent forward
at the waist, slipping her panties off her toes, she
heard Jamie give a quiet little whimper of frustration
as her view was briefly obscured.

Grinning up at Jamie-Lee, Nadia teased her by crossing
her right leg demurely over her left before she leaned
back, sweeping her loosely curled russet hair over her
shoulders, exposing her ivory soft tits to Jamie-Lee's
eager view. The blond girls own nipples were pushing
visibly against her skin tight tank top. Her breathing
grew ragged as she parted her thighs, unconsciously
urging Nadia to do the same, entirely unaware that she
was showing the sexy naked redhead the damp patch that
had formed at the crotch of her khaki pants; as if she
would have cared.

She decided to take pity on her friend, finally ending
her agonizing tantalization. She heard a few scattered
gasps of appreciation from the assembled crowd of high
school students, delightful perverts as they were, as
she began to separate her long slender legs. Not one
reaction, though, was as heartfelt as that of her best
friend. Jamie moaned out load as Nadia's silky smooth
pussy was revealed.

Planning to surprise Damien, Nadia had gone to a salon
the day before and gotten the full Bare All Brazilian
wax. It was too bad for him that the poor jerk never
even got to see it, but at least Jamie's reaction made
the experience worthwhile. It had actually hurt like a
bitch, but once she had heard her best friend moaning
that way, Nadia decided that just maybe the bother had
been worth it after all.

Gently sliding the fingers of her right hand down over
her taut little belly, Nadia spread her thighs just a
bit wider and began to trace her fingertips all around
her pussy. She lifted one ivory breast up to her flush
lips, sucking the nipple into her mouth while fondling
its twin. She switched to the other one and giving it
the equal treatment; by the time she released it, both
nipples were standing out hard and full. 

While she kneaded her ivory tits, a euphoric tingling
had begun between her thighs, and a trickle of wetness
started dripping from her slit. She slowly played with
the cleft between her legs and Jamie groaned, watching
her hand as it caressed her pussy. Nadia closed her
eyes with a little groan of enjoyment, spreading her
thighs a little farther for better access to her tight
quivering slit. She worked her fingers up and down the
soft pink lips of her pussy until she decided that her
teasing had gone on long enough. 

Too distracted to hear the gasps of surprise from all
of those who watched her, Nadia continued fondling her
slick pussy, moaning each time her fingertips bumped
over her clit. The masses were completely disregarded
for the time being, and only the desire to get herself
off remained in her mind. With two fingers of her left
hand, Nadia opened her pussy lips, letting Jamie gaze
into her dripping slit, and then she teased herself by
inserting just the tip of one finger into her little
hole. She stirred her fingertip in tiny circles around
her opening, crying out for more but not giving in to
her own hunger. 

The scent of her arousal filled the room with a musky
fragrance, and her hips began rocking up and down upon
the coffee table as she brought herself ever closer to
rapture. Just as she felt the first tiny fluttering of
an orgasm building within her, she surrendered all
resistance, plunging two fingers as deep as she could
into her pussy. She began to thrust her fingers wildly
in and out of her naked pussy, and fucked herself with
abandon until her orgasm began to build upon her, then
stopped. Her tits heaved as she panted in frustration
but she would not resume until the wave of approaching
ecstasy receded. 

Only when her pussy lips stopped twitching around her
fingers did she withdraw them, leaning back across the
coffee table, displaying her charms to Jamie-Lee and
anybody else who wanted to look. There was a delicious
ache between her legs that demanded her attention, but
she ignored it until she was sure Jamie had looked her
fill. She moaned in encouragement as she watched Jamie
lie back in the armchair to undo the snap of her khaki
pants. The blond wasn't brave enough to take them off
altogether, not in front of everyone else, but she did
unzip them enough to slide her fingers inside.

Lying flat on her back, Nadia spread her thighs as far
as she could and restarted her play. She inserted one
finger of her left hand into her snatch, followed by a
second. She glanced at the her best friend and cooed
when she saw a hint of blond curls peeking up past the
waistband of her khakis, and watched the rhythmic beat
of her fingers beneath the fabric, then she reached up
for her heaving tits with her right hand.

She lightly stroked her nipples, slowly thrusting her
fingers into her pussy until they were as deep as they
could go. 

Jamie-Lee whimpered, wide eyed in wonder. Nadia's bald
pussy turned her on incredibly; it looked so sexy and
smooth, and it made her yearn to touch it. She'd never
considered doing such a thing before, and she let that
thought play through her mind while she watched Nadia
playing with herself. Hidden inside of her khakis, her
own fingers were dancing over her hard clit, and Jamie
wondered which of them would last the longest.

Slipping her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy
was beginning to raise her back up toward the powerful
orgasm that she had denied herself earlier, and Nadia
decided not to play any longer. She needed her release
badly, and now it was time to get it. With two fingers
fucking her wet little slit, and the fingertips of her
other hand playing with her tits, she let the pressure
build up, but she wouldn't release it until Jamie was
ready. Although they'd both been trying to be as quiet
as possible, both of them finally gave up, moaning and
whimpering as they approached the peak together. 

"Oh yeah," Nadia sighed, "Ungh, that's so good." 

Nadia's fingers squeezed her tits, but Jamie-Lee found
her eyes always drawn back to the redheads bald little
pussy. She could hear the girl moaning, her clit was
throbbing in response, and the damp spot in her khakis
had become a sodden patch in evidence of her arousal. 

"Ungh, fuck," Nadia whispered, "I wanna cum."

"That's it, baby," Jamie-Lee encouraged, embarrassment
forgotten, "Do it for me."

Once her friend had given permission, Nadia struggled
no longer, suddenly audible through the whole house as
her cries gained volume. 

"Ooh yeah, just a little more" the girl wailed as she
played with her pussy more quickly, "I'm gonna... Here
it comes. Ungh, ungh! Aaaaah!" 

Her whole body began to thrash, and her pussy spasmed
around her fingers. She shivered in ecstasy as her wet
slit pulsed in waves, every little twitch sending new
thrills shooting throughout her body. Brilliant colors
danced in front of her eyes, and her ample tits heaved
as she groaned and gasped for air.

Watching the hot little redhead cumming was more than
Jamie-Lee could take. Listening to Nadia screaming out
her ecstasy was pushing her towards the edge; she felt
her own pussy beginning to tremble as the first shocks
of orgasm blasted her with electric sensations.

"Nadia!" she cried.

Nadia quickly slipped off the coffee table, straddling
the blond girls lap.

"Give it to me baby," she whispered into Jamie's mouth
a moment before she pressed her lips firmly up against
the blond girls own.

Having the naked redhead writhing in her lap, with her
silky tongue lightly doing delicious things to her own
lips, promptly finished the job that her fingers had
started. Jamie-Lee whimpered into Nadia's mouth as she
felt herself losing control.

"Ooooh fuck," she cried, "Ungh, I'm cumming... ooooh!"

Jamie's hips began to buck beneath Nadia as she played
with her throbbing clit. Fireworks in blazing rainbow
hues exploded within her head, and she could taste the
scent of Nadia's sweat and the fragrance of her sticky
sweet pussy. Her own slender body thrashed until Nadia
was forced to grip the arms of the chair in order to
avoid being thrown to the floor, but she held on tight
to Jamie-Lee, stroking her naked tits against the sexy
blond's tank top covered body until they both trembled
to a halt.

The whistles and cheers that Jamie had heard when she
took first place the racquetball event were impressive
enough, but they were nothing compared to the applause
that finally snapped her out of the pleasant fog that
she had drifted into with the sizzling redhead sitting
naked on her lap.

Her eyes shot open in scandalized realization of what
she had just done. Nadia suddenly giggled into her ear
like a naughty little girl, and then they were both in
fits, laughing uncontrollably.

"Alright folks," Nadia jested, "Anybody who even hints
at a word of this in our senior yearbook dies."

The assembled masses just laughed along with her, with
just an occasional dirty comment thrown back to prove
that they nobody was afraid of the big bad wolf. Steve
came up behind them with a sheet that he'd grabbed out
of the linen closet, to wrap round Nadia's shoulders.

"Damn, girls," he said as they got up out of the chair
together, "How come I've never won a bet like that?"

Jamie had begun collecting all of the clothes that the
redhead had tossed in various directions.

"Well, Stevie baby," she said, "I guess you just don't
know which people to bet against. Okay guys, who stole
her panties?"

Steve sheepishly pulled the a lacy pink scrap from his
pocket with an evil grin. Jamie-Lee playfully slapped
at him as she snatched Nadia's panties out of his hand
and passed them back to her.

"Hey, no souvenirs pal," Jamie grinned as Nadia shooed
her up the stairs to get dressed. Before they moved up
far enough to be out of view of the crowd, though, the
sexy little redhead reached out and pinched her ass as
she scampered up the steps.

"At least not for the spectators," everybody heard her
whisper.

Jamie led her up the stairs, looking for any room that
had a lock on the door...

THE END