Just a Bet

Heath opened the door to see his best friend, Olivia, on his doorstep and smiled. "Come on in, I just ordered a pizza." Olivia strolled in, wearing tightly fitted low rise jeans and a black v neck crop top. His eyes followed her. She was tall and tan and had thick, dark hair cascading down her back with dark eyes and a fantastic smile. She had great breasts, and a round little bubble butt that jutted out of her jeans. She was smart, funny, and crazy competitive- just like him.

"Thanks for letting me come over. Mason and I were supposed to go out with his best friend from home and his girlfriend, but she got sick and it would have been weird just the three of us."

"Yeah, Ava is out on a girls night. She invited me, but I know they just wanted a designated driver. I'm not doing that again; those girls are a handful."

Olivia laughed as she flopped onto the couch. "Yeah, didn't they like, try and get you to fuck them last time?"

Heath rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and Ava was no help. She was insistent we should just go ahead and have a fivesome with her roommates and it would be fine, but she was way too drunk and I was sober. I practically had to run out of there, and the next day she tried to act like the whole thing was my fault."

"She's a messy drunk. Last time I saw her out, she kept asking me if I'd ever hooked up with you. When I said no, she got mad and asked if I was too good for you. It was weird."

Laughing, Heath looked at Olivia. "Wait, why haven't we hooked up? Don't I do it for you?" He flexed and made sexy eyes at her.

Olivia was distracted for a moment by his bulging biceps, but she covered by throwing a pillow at Heath. "You were dating Savannah when we met, or I would have."

Heath laughed again. "You never told me that!"

"The first time I met you I sat in your lap and let you look down my shirt. Did you need a neon welcome sign and a banner to figure it out?"

"That's right! Savannah was pissed when she came in and saw you- I forgot she and I were still dating then. She dragged you out of my lap and I had to sit there for 20 minutes trying to get my erection to go down. I still think that was part of the reason she broke up with me."

"That erection of yours was hard to miss," Olivia giggled. "Even if you were sitting down. I kept hoping you'd follow me to the bathroom that night to show it to me, but you never did. Eventually I've gotten over the disappointment of what could have been though," Olivia sighed dramatically and Heath rolled his eyes and laughed.

Olivia and Heath had always been mutually attracted, and they had incredible chemistry. It would have been natural for them to date, but it was never the right time. If one was single, the other was taken. They'd gotten used to the dynamic of being friends, but there was clearly sexual tension between them. While they had never crossed any hard boundaries, they flirted when they were alone- it just came naturally to them.

"You're ridiculous." Heath said. His eyes lingered on her tanned midriff, and he wondered what it would be like to run his hands across it and down inside her jeans. With a shake of his head, he glanced around the room for a distraction. "Want to play some air hockey? Maybe today you can end your losing streak."

Olivia grinned. "That's right, today is my day! You're going down for sure."

15 minutes into the game and Olivia was winning 8 to 2. That never happened, but Heath had other things on his mind. He kept thinking about Olivia saying she had wanted to hook up the night they met. He'd always had a thing for Olivia's ass, and he kept picturing her bent over the bathroom sink of his friend's apartment with him behind her, thrusting into that perfect little backside of hers as she moaned, her pleasure reflected to him by the mirror.

Unaware of his distraction, Olivia thought all her practice was finally paying off. She was practically crowing, bragging about how she couldn't wait to tell everyone she had finally beaten Heath.

"The game isn't over yet," Heath said, determined to stop focusing on Olivia's teasing comments and get down to business.

"Are you kidding? I'm killing you! I should have bet on it."

"We still could. Make the game more interesting," Heath said, knowing he'd never lost to her yet.

"Fine, but if it's my first win at air hockey, I want something big. You have to be my servant for a week. Carry me to classes, hold my books, feed me mozzarella sticks, the whole thing."

"There's nothing you could bet that would make it worth risking that level of humiliation on campus, Olivia. You're crazy."

"Oh come on, there's got to be something you want!"

Heath paused for a moment, then laughed. "Nothing that you're willing to give me. Come on, let's just play."

"No, you have an idea! I want to hear it!"

"Seriously, let's just drop it. It's nothing you're interested in risking."

"Why won't you tell me? Is it dirty?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Heath and Olivia had a large friend group; bets and dares were a big part of their dynamic. Being in college, the bets had gotten wild in the past, but after a few different breakups and the leaking of a very salacious sex tape, most of the group had toned it down. Still, Olivia was so competitive, she might be game...

"Let's just say Ava and Mason wouldn't appreciate it."

"Oh now I have to hear it! How do you know I wouldn't agree?" Olivia came around the table toward him, swaying her hips as she closed the distance between them. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Heath shook his head mutely.

"Is it a blowjob? I give great blowjobs, you know."

"So I've heard. But no, it's not a blowjob."

Olivia moved closer, pushing into Heath's personal space. She was trying to bait him into the bet with her body, and it was working. He could feel his resolve slipping. "Give me a hint," she purred at him. "No one has to know." She pressed her body against his, and looked up at him with her dark eyes twinkling.

"You're a tease," Heath said, grinning at her audacity. Olivia had him pressed against the air hockey table, but he didn't try to move away. He was enjoying being close to her.

"But what if I'm not a tease? What if I'm making a genuine offer? Come on Heath, it's just a little bet. What's the harm?"

Heath slid his arms around Olivia's waist, and slowly, hesitantly, down her backside. This was the first time he'd crossed this line. They both knew they were in dangerously tempting territory, but Heath didn't stop and Olivia didn't resist. She smiled up at him, encouraging him. Heath wondered what had gotten into her. As she pressed against him he could feel himself starting to get hard, and from the look on Olivia's face, she could feel it too. She looked almost triumphant.

"Well Heath, what do you want from me?" she asked, arching her hips into his erection. While Olivia was sure she was going to win, a small part of her was already fantasizing about the possibility of losing. Ava wasn't exactly private about her and Heath's personal life. Olivia had heard all about Heath's skills in bed, and on top of that he was incredibly sexy with his deep blue eyes and dark hair. The idea of being "forced" to fuck him due to a lost wager had piqued her interest.

Feeling his hesitation, Olivia pushed her hips against him again, taunting him, as she imagined the consequences of losing at air hockey. She wanted him to cram her full of his cock as she laid naked in front of him. She imagined the feel of him and what they'd look like together as her back arched to push him inside her completely. She knew she should feel guilty for wanting it, but it wasn't cheating if it was a bet, right?

Heath weighed his options for a moment and decided to go for it. "Well, I've always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, and seeing as you have the most luscious ass I've ever seen," he said, giving her curves a squeeze, "I'd want you to give it up to me if you lose."

"You're crazy!" Olivia laughed, but didn't pull back. "I can't bet that! I've never done it before, and I have no intention of starting. Is there anything else you have in mind?" she asked, pushing insistently against his erection again and hoping he'd ask for her pussy instead.

"Come on," he said, squeezing her again. "Like you said, it's only a little bet. What's the harm? I thought you were so sure you were going to win."

"I AM going to win, but that bet is too far."

"Then I'm not risking carrying you around campus for a week. I can't believe you're such a chicken!"

Olivia was silent for a moment, then looked up defiantly. "You know what? This isn't even worth the argument because I'm going to kick your ass. It's a deal, Heath. Too bad though, I might have been willing to lose and spare you the humiliation if you'd wanted something else." Frustrated, she gave his erection one more firm nudge as she turned away and walked back to her end of the table, purposely wiggling her hips as Heath watched.

Heath was so stunned she'd put her ass on the line that her comment about being willing to lose didn't even register. When she was ready, Olivia focused and hit the puck at him. It slipped right past and into the goal as he was picturing Oliva vulnerable and willing in his hands. When the puck dropped, the game triumphantly announced "he scores!" as it did after every goal.

"Ha! I knew it wasn't a fluke! I just need one more- I've got you now!" Olivia said excitedly.

Heath shook his head to clear his thoughts. It was time to get serious. He took the puck out of the goal, aimed, and shot it right past Olivia before she could even move.

"Lucky shot," she grumbled as she got the puck out and aimed. Heath easily deflected the shot and sent it flying past her into the goal again. Olivia looked slightly startled, but all she said was "Well look who woke up!"

The next three shots each flew by Olivia, clattering into her goal one after another, followed by the game's announcement of a score.

"Okay, you've got a little game in you tonight," she said, but Olivia was clearly nervous now.

Heath's next two scores took a little more work. Olivia was focused and putting up a fight, but she was no match for him- he faked her out every time. The game was 9-9.

Olivia sent the last puck flying at him. Heath hit it to the side. She sent it back again. It hit the wall, bounced, rebounded, and crashed into the goal. The game's air horn went off as Olivia's jaw dropped and she realized she'd just lost.

Smiling, Heath gestured toward the bedroom. "Ready to pay up?" he asked.

She gave an unconvincing laugh. "Yeah, right Heath. Very funny."

Heath just looked at her. "You lost. Like it or not, you owe me."

"Heath, you're not going to hold me to this. Come on.... you can't fuck my asshole!"

"What is it you always say? Can't afford to pay, don't try to play Olivia," Heath said with a smirk. "You know the rules. You have to pay up your bet, or I get to tell the whole group you welched."

"But I'll never hear the end of it! Every time we hang out, all I'm going to hear from everyone is that I owe you my ass. Come on Heath, can't we just forget it? Just this once? I'll clean your apartment. Or do your homework. I'll even blow you- for real. I'll do anything! Just not this!"

"Rules are rules Olivia. I will give you this though, if you hold up your end of the bargain, I'll keep it a secret."

"You mean if I let you put it back there, you won't brag about it? Not to anyone?"

"Not a single solitary soul. It would be our little secret."

Olivia bit her bottom lip. What was worse? Giving up her ass to Heath and enduring 15 minutes of uncomfortable fucking now, or endless teasing from their entire friend group until she gave it up anyway because she couldn't stand the pressure? Bets were serious with them; you didn't just get off the hook. On top of that, giving it up now meant Mason and Ava didn't find out, which would avoid a LOT of headaches.

"Fine. But you have to be quick about it," Olivia said petulantly.

Heath grinned. "I'll get the lube."

When he came back in the room, Olivia was sitting on the couch, nervously bouncing her foot. It wasn't like she didn't want to be intimate with Heath. Ava had bragged him up so much that Olivia was more than a little curious, and had cum imagining him inside her more than once... she just hadn't imagined it like this.

Heath sat next to her on the couch. "I've done a lot of reading on the right way to do this. I know you said you wanted me to be quick, but I want to take it slow at least at first, so I don't hurt you. Do you trust me?"

Olivia nodded. "I'm just a little nervous," she admitted.

Heath pulled her close to him and rubbed her shoulder. "This doesn't have to change anything. It's just a little bet, like all our other ridiculous bets. I draw mustaches on you, you make me wear lipstick to the club, it's what we do. When it's over, we'll be friends again just like normal."

"What about before that though?" Olivia asked. "I guess I'm just not sure how to start... Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

"No. At least, not yet. Let's take our time with it." Heath leaned in and kissed her. The first touch was electric as all their wanting, all their fantasies and teasing came to the surface. Heath took it slowly, stroking her jaw and kissing down her neck and ears. In spite of what she knew was coming, Olivia felt herself getting turned on. Their kissing became more intense and she made the first move to unbutton his shirt, touching his muscular chest. She had wanted him for so long, she couldn't wait to see if his cock was as good as Ava claimed. She wanted to feel his body against her. Heath pulled her shirt over her head, then took off her bra and began kissing and sucking her nipples as he pushed her back on the couch. He kissed downward and unbuckled her belt. He pulled her jeans down, leaving her exposed in nothing but a fitted pair of black hipster panties. He bent down between her legs and teased her, exhaling his hot breath against her and nibbling through the fabric.

He slid a finger beneath them and pushed inside her. "You're so wet," he murmured before taking his finger away again, much to Olivia's disappointment. He didn't want to push too quickly; if there was anything he knew how to do, it was make a girl beg for it. Now wasn't the time to get lazy. Instead of rushing, he rubbed and nibbled at her through the panties again. It wasn't long before Olivia was moving her hips in encouragement, and he heard her let out a moan of enjoyment. Soon her panties were soaked through. Now he knew he had her where he wanted her.

Slowly he peeled her bottoms off, and with a smirk tossed them to the side. He buried his face in her pussy and began licking. Olivia let out a moan and arched her back. She had thought Ava was exaggerating when she told her stories about Heath, but if anything, she'd underplayed his skills. He began to lick her clit, and slid his thumb inside her, getting it nice and wet. He pushed the thumb backward between her luscious little ass cheeks, and slowly started to massage her hole. Olivia immediately tensed, but when he didn't try to force it in she started to relax again. She loved the feel of his body against her. His tongue on her clit felt so good, she found herself focusing on it as he worked her back door. She didn't want to admit it but his thumb on her asshole was starting to feel good too. She was so sensitive back there... little waves of pleasure began to ebb out from his firm strokes. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The problem was that Heath absolutely couldn't know she was enjoying having her asshole touched, so once he began to stroke it Olivia did her best to get her reactions under control. She was trying hard not to let on how much she was enjoying Heath, but it was nearly impossible not to. Even as she held in her noises and tried not to move her hips, her sopping pussy was giving her away.

Reading her mind, Heath pulled his mouth away from her and said "you don't have to hide it, you know. If we're going to do it anyway, you might as well enjoy it while you can."

"I'm not enjoying it!" Olivia snapped. They both knew it was a lie. "I'm just trying to relax like you said." Heath felt a challenge coming from Olivia- as if she was saying he couldn't please her. He buried his face between her legs and rhythmically sucked her throbbing clit as he continued to massage her asshole with his thumb. Caught off guard by him finally sucking on her- the thing she liked best- Olivia let out a squeal of pleasure and bucked her hips into Heath's mouth. He didn't have to say it, but Heath had proved his point. He sucked her clit for a few more minutes, enjoying Olivia's response to his efforts. He felt her asshole start to open a little, so he paused and lifted his head.

"Okay Olivia, you're feeling nice and relaxed. I'm going to start loosening you up and getting you ready for it."

Olivia looked down at Heath, nervous, but nodded. He took his thumb away from her pucker, but continued to lick her pussy as he squirted some lube onto his finger and slid it between her cheeks. He found her hole and began working his finger in circles, encouraging her to give it up to him. He pushed forward a little at a time, and felt her loosening. This was the first time he'd ever touched a girl's back door, and he was floored by just how tight Olivia was. Slowly Olivia's ass began to open up for him, and he pushed his finger inside a little at a time. Olivia whimpered, but didn't stop him.

"That's right baby," Heath said to her. "Just focus on how good my mouth feels and relax for me. You can do this, and I'll give you all the time you need to get there." He went back to licking her and Olivia let out a moan as she squirmed beneath him.

"Heath, we shouldn't be doing this!" Olivia said as his finger began to slip inside her. She pulled away, but he held her firmly in place. "Things just don't belong back there. This feels so wrong!"

"If things don't belong back there, why is it sliding in so nicely?" Heath asked. His finger was in her backdoor as far as his second knuckle, and he was still moving in circles to widen her opening.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't!"

"Maybe next time, you'll learn not to bet what you can't afford to lose. I'm holding you to this, Olivia, the same way you would have held me to it if I lost. Fair is fair."

Heath went back to sucking on Olivia's clit as he pushed his finger the rest of the way into her tight little asshole and she moaned with pleasure. His tongue on her clit was like kryptonite, and they both knew it. Heath paid close attention to Olivia's body. Each time she relaxed, he took it a little further. It wasn't long before he'd worked a second finger into her backdoor opening and he began spreading them apart in order to gape her in preparation for his cock. Olivia had given up on protesting and was instead focusing on his mouth teasing her. Heath desperately wanted to make Olivia cum, but he'd read that was the worst thing he could do before putting his cock into her- she'd tighten up again for sure. She would have to wait. He hoped she'd give him the chance to make her cum after he did. He didn't like the idea of leaving Olivia unsatisfied when she was so responsive and willing.

He tore his mouth away from her red, swollen clit and said "you feel ready to me baby. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I-I can try," Olivia said hesitantly. "How do you want me?"

Heath grinned deviously and looked up at her. "Bent over the air hockey table. I want you to remember this loss every time we play."

Olivia couldn't help but giggle at his competitive streak. "You're such a dick, Heath."

He slid his fingers out of Olivia's sensitive little hole and leaned up to kiss her. Olivia could taste her juices on his tongue. She reached down to unbutton his pants and slid her hand inside to grip his cock. She had been curious about it for so long, and as she wrapped her hand around his velvety girth, she wasn't disappointed. She gave him a few strokes and murmured "mmm nice."

Slightly breathless, Heath pulled away and pulled Olivia up from the couch. She walked over to the table as Heath admired her from behind, staring at the pert little cheeks that he couldn't wait to spread. He couldn't believe he was going to get to put it in Olivia's ass- to be the first in her ass. He took his pants off and walked over to Olivia, pressing his engorged cock against her cheeks. "Sure you don't want to suck it before I put it in? Get it nice and wet while you show me one of those famous blowjobs of yours?"

"Absolutely not! Unless it gets me out of the rest of the bet," she said hopefully.

Heath laughed as he gripped Olivia's backside. "Not a chance. Your asshole is mine, fair and square."

With Heath's encouragement, Olivia spread her feet shoulder width apart and bent forward slightly. She was aroused, but scared too. Heath pushed his cock between her ass cheeks and let it rest there as he leaned forward to kiss her neck and tease her again. Already aroused from the way Heath had stimulated it earlier, her asshole fairly buzzed from the feel of his shaft pressing against it.

"Just relax," he breathed in her ear. "I'm going to take this nice and slow for you. You might even start to like it- lots of girls do."

"That is a porn fantasy, and you know it," Olivia replied.

Heath took Olivia's hand and guided it between her thighs. "Do you ever think of me when you touch yourself, Olivia?"

"Sometimes," Olivia admitted. "Like the night you punched that guy who grabbed me at Rachel's house party... I thought a lot about how I should thank you, and even if it started with baking cookies, it always seemed to end with me riding your cock. I couldn't help but slip my hand under the sheets when I thought about it."

"Thinking about riding me made you cum?"

"Unh hunh. More than once."

"Why don't you think about that now, baby. Pretend you're getting ready to ride me and get yourself nice and hot." Olivia did as she was told, getting her fingers wet and slowly starting to rub her clit.

"Do you ever think about me when you're alone?" Olivia asked, slightly breathless from her own stimulation.

"How could I not? You're so fucking sexy. I've wanted to touch you for ages, but all I ever get is touching myself and pretending it's you."

"Mmm, tell me about it. I want to hear it," Olivia moaned as she continued to rub herself.

"Well, the first time was the night we met. You sat in my lap and rubbed this perfect little ass against my dick. You had me so hard. Savannah was supposed to stay the night, but she was mad after she caught us and went to her own apartment. I didn't even mind though, because I wanted to concentrate on you. I went home alone that night and stroked myself while I imagined violating your back door with my cock. It's been one of my favorite fantasies ever since."

As he spoke, Heath stroked himself with the lube, making sure he had plenty covering his cock. He spread Olivia's ass apart and looked at her; her asshole almost seemed to wink at him. He rested his tip against her and slowly began to push forward. He watched as she began to spread apart, accepting his cock head into her tight little passageway.

"Oh, you're too big for me!" Olivia whimpered, pulling away slightly.

"It just seems like that because it's the head, and that's the widest part. Once I get it in further it won't be so bad, I promise. Besides, you've lost worse bets than this. Take a deep breath and then exhale."

Olivia did as she was told, and as she breathed out Heath pushed his cock head past her o-ring. Olivia gasped, but Heath assured her it would only get easier from here and the worst was over.

"Just hurry and finish," she squeaked. But Heath had no intention of rushing.

"Don't be a sore loser. You made the bet."

"I think I'm going to be sore no matter what!"

"Keep rubbing yourself, I promise it'll get better," he told her. As Olivia stimulated her clit, he worked himself into her asshole an inch at a time, watching it stretch around him. Olivia was impossibly tight, and it was harder to keep from cumming than he had imagined. Finally he had worked himself most of the way in, and he gave a last thrust to bury himself inside Olivia. His hips pressed against her ass cheeks.

"Ohh, oh you're too big!" Olivia whimpered. "There's no way girls like this."

Heath hated that Olivia was hurting, but he wasn't about to quit- they were just getting started. "It's going to be okay, Olivia. Let's just take a minute. I'm going to hold still while you get used to me in your back door. I want you to rub your pussy and think about me going down on you like I did before. Did you like when I licked you?"

"Unh hunh," she admitted.

"And what about when I sucked on your clit? Did you like that?"

"Mmm, a lot," Olivia admitted as she started to rub herself again.

"And you even liked it when I teased your asshole by rubbing the outside, didn't you?"

"A little," she said.

Heath knew it was more than a little, but he'd let her pretend. "You liked it when I moved it like this?" he asked, slowly grinding his hips against her in a circular motion, the way he'd rubbed her with his finger tip.

Olivia let out an "ohhh" as his hips pressed against hers and his dick began to stretch her further.

"That's right, that's not so bad, is it?"

Olivia didn't respond, but Heath could see her shoulders slowly relax as she continued to rub herself. He decided it was time for Olivia to settle her debt- he was finally going to fuck her asshole!

Heath gripped her hips, pulled halfway out of her tight little hole, and thrust back in. Olivia gave a small whimper of protest, but didn't tell him to stop. He pulled back and gave her another thrust, then another and another. He couldn't believe he was actually fucking her asshole! Olivia was taking slow deep breaths, and didn't complain as his cock stretched her lubed up little gap. She gripped the edge of the air hockey table with one hand, and continued to tease her swollen clit with the other.

"Fuck Olivia, you feel incredible," Heath grunted. "Keep touching yourself, baby. I'm gonna fuck this little hole of yours until I cum, and then I want to reward your pussy by sucking your clit. Are you going to let me do that, Olivia? Are you going to let me eat your pussy until you cum?"

Olivia barely heard him. She was doing her best to hide it, but those few thrusts of Heath's cock had done something to her. Each movement was sending pleasure coursing through her body. It was still a little painful, but the enjoyment outweighed it. She was so turned on from his thrusts she could feel her pussy juices running down her thighs. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this- how could anyone like a cock being forced into their asshole? But it felt so good... she didn't want him to hurry. She didn't want him to cum yet. She wanted him to keep fucking her.

Looking for a way to make Heath last for her without admitting she was enjoying taking him so deeply into her ass, Olivia moaned "take it slow yet for me baby. Give me a few long, deep thrusts while I get used to how thick your cock is."

Her attempts to hide her arousal didn't work. She almost immediately began meeting his slow, rhythmic thrusts with her own. She had always loved being filled up by a cock, and feeling it fill up her back door was new and exciting. There was a different sensation to it. Every time he slid into her, she wanted him more. Responding to Olivia's movements, Heath began to fuck her harder. He watched her cheeks jiggle as he slapped his hips against hers and his glistening cock spread her forbidden little hole wide again and again.

"Say it for me, Olivia. We both know you're enjoying it as much as I am, but I want to hear it."

"Mmm I shouldn't but I am! I can't believe I'm letting you fuck my asshole, or that it feels so good! Fuck me, Heath. Spread me wide open and give me every inch of your cock. I want you to fuck me until I cum for you!"

Heath grinned at her words. He had read that if he took his time and did it right, Olivia would eventually enjoy having her asshole gaped apart and violated. Even so, he couldn't believe it had worked.

He thought about all those times he'd stroked himself, imagining Olivia writhing beneath him. To his surprise, her back door was even better than he'd imagined. She was so tight, and she clung to his cock every time he pulled it back, as if her body was begging him to push it in again. He gripped her hips, determined to give Olivia everything she asked for. Each thrust was harder than the last as he watched her vulnerable little hole spread for him. The faster he went, the louder Olivia moaned and begged him not to stop.

She told Heath she needed this- needed him inside her. "Please," she begged him, "Please don't stop until I cum for you!" She rubbed her clit faster, frantically searching for a release.

Heath wasn't sure he was going to be able to outlast Olivia. Her asshole was squeezing him like no pussy ever had, and he couldn't hold his orgasm back forever. Just as he was afraid he was reaching the point of no return, Olivia squeaked out an "Oh, oh, oh oh YESSSSSSSSS! Fuck yes! Here it comes baby!" A moment later she screamed. "Fuck meeeeeee Heath! Fuck my little asshole and finish inside me! Oh god, I'm cumming for you!"

Olivia thrashed beneath him as she came, moaning and then screaming uncontrollably as her asshole pulsed around him and he exploded inside her, coating her stretched out little hole with his last few thrusts.

Olivia's arms gave out, and they wound up spent, both slumped over the air hockey table. Their shift in weight set off the table's automated announcer, who loudly proclaimed "he scored!" Olivia and Heath laughed.

He kissed her cheek as he slid his dick out of her back door and semen dripped down her legs. "Olivia, you're incredible."

Olivia stood up, kissed him back and said "you're not so bad yourself. Okay if I clean up in the shower quick?"

Heath nodded. "The pizza will be here soon; don't be long."

"I won't," Olivia replied.

Heath grinned at her. "Wanna bet?"