The Bet

8

“Do you remember that chick from the gay bar?” Julie picks up a can of tomato paste and chucks it in the cart. She doesn’t care what she buys, just randomly throws it in.

“Oh, Yeah, the chick from the gay bar. I definitely know her,” Neve says sarcastically.

Julie throws a box of noodles at her.

“No, the one that was on stage, who sang?” 

Neve smiles and says, “Okay, now were in business. Its amazing how a little detail like that can help me distinguish between three thousand women.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“So, what makes the chick with the guitar so special?” Asks Neve.

“Well, it was really weird because I went to ask Tony about touching up my tattoo, and she was there. Apparently Tony is her uncle and she runs the shop now.”

Neve is laughing. It figures.

“So, the dyke is gonna fix your tattoo? And its on your chest?” 

An old lady next to them is looking over, frowning at the statement. She hurriedly walks away.

“Yeah. Why don’t you say it a little louder next time.” Neve continues laughing and says,“That is so fucking funny. You’re a complete homo-phobe too.”

Julie continues to randomly grab things off the shelf.

“So when are you suppose to get it fixed?” Neve asks. “Today, after seven. I wanted to make sure I seen Todd before I went.”

They are standing at the check out line, getting ready to pay. Neve is looking at Julies purchases. She picks up a green glass jar out of the cart.

“Grape leaves? You don’t even know how to make these. Your not even Arabic.”

Julie shrugs. “I can learn.”

Neve holds up a package of dishwasher cleanser.

“When did you get a dishwasher?”

9

Her back is arching, her nails are digging into my shoulder blades. Im inhaling her fragrance, infatuated with her sex. My tongue is probing at her clitoris as my fingers continuously penetrate her.

“Ohhh,” she moans with her eyes closed. Her heels are digging into the mattress as her hands continue to run through my hair. The moans are becoming louder and I know she is close to climax.

I move both my hands up to her breasts and gently squeeze. Her nipples are completely erect. I rub the areolas softly, making her grunt with pleasure. She is pleading me to allow her climax.

“Please Rachel. Please, please, please...” I am teasing her wet cunt, not giving her complete satisfaction yet. I wait until the orgasm is close, then ease off her clitoris. I give light flickers against it with my tongue, tantalizing her while she is so incredibly close to that brink of no return. 

The passion between her legs is building again. My fingers are inside, furiously going back and forth. In and out they go as she cries with raw pleasure. Her large breasts are bouncing around as her pussy endures the most pure torture desire can give. I can only keep my wicked smile as I push back and forth, harder and harder with three fingers.

“Right there...Ohh, Fuck me!” I decide I am going to let her go, seeing as how she is so riled up. Her hips are thrusting at my face harshly, erotically. I feel her knees buckle, her sex contracting. Her face is a hot red. I can tell she has let all her emotions go into what she is feeling.

“Oh, I cant take it anymore,” she cries. Her hips give a strong lunge at my face as I bury my fingers deep inside her. Four of them are fucking her pussy as my mouth buzzes on her clitoris, not stopping to save my life. She is still thrusting at my face even though the orgasm is almost over. I wait until the spasms subside before I completely remove my mouth.

She leans forward as kisses me deeply, craving my tongue against hers. I rub her breasts again, twisting the nipples as she so erotically presses her lips against mine.

“That was fucking great,” she says. She leans back against my bed, smiling like a little schoolgirl. Her heart is finally beating normal.

I go to my drawer and grab a pair of pants, underwear, shirt and a towel. My shower awaits me.

“Where are you going?” she asks. Duh. I have a towel and I am walking to the bathroom. Where the fuck do you think?

“I’m gonna take a shower, okay? There are bagels and stuff, and the remote is in that drawer right there if you wanna watch t.v.”

“Maybe I will join you,” she says with a grin. I see a very seductive look on her face.

“No, I need to get to bed...” I begin to walk in the bathroom, and then it happens. I see her face become angered and annoyed. 

“Why do you always do this every time we make love?” I know she did not just say that. My god. Why does this happen every time?

“Well Kelly, maybe because we did not just ‘make love’ as you called it. Its sex, and its good sex. Nothing more, nothing less.” Jesus Christ. I did not want the whole ‘I thought we had something’ speech. I have heard it far too many times. Frankly, it just pisses me off.

“I thought that we were going to have a relationship. You don’t call, and the only time I see you is if I come over here. Then we have this hot, passionate sex. So I don’t understand why every time after that you boot me the hell out of here. What the hell is going on?”

I laugh at this. She wants a relationship. “I told you before we had sex the first time that I did NOT want a relationship. You seem to think that since we had sex more than once that I suddenly want to be tied down with a girlfriend. Newsflash Kelly, I don’t.”

“Your such a fucking asshole.” I watch her start picking up her clothes. She has tears in her eyes. Boo fucking hoo.

She puts her shoes on and walks to the door. “And to think, I actually thought I was falling in love with you.”

I hear the door slam and footsteps outside. I look out the window as she gets in her car. I suddenly feel this wave of guilt. I could have been a little nicer...

Nah.

10

“Kelly was out of here last night like a bum on a bologna sandwich. I thought she was going to run a marathon. What’s up with that?” Monica is sitting at the table, before her a cup of coffee and her daily Nutri- Grain bar.

“I think another month with that girl, and she would have wanted a ring. God, you think she would get it. The nicest thing I ever said to her was, “you make me horny.”

Monica gags on her coffee from laughter. “Wow. No wonder the ladies love you. You’re a hopeless romantic.”

I look over and see Monica’s nipple poking out of her bathrobe.

“Your robe is undone. If I want to see tits, I have a bathroom mirror.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see her tie the robe. 

“Make sure your smart ass remarks are detailed. If you want to see *sagging* tits you can go in the bathroom.” I smile at this comment, loving our relationship. We could say anything we wanted to one another, and it wouldn’t make the slightest difference. It was always in good fun.

“What are you and Andrea gonna go today?” I ask. I sit at the kitchen table with her, reading the newspaper. I need a few things done to the parlor. I figure looking for a contractor would be a good start.

“She is working from seven to three, so I don’t know. I need to check on a few things at the stores and fire some people. Why? What’s up with you today?”

“Ah, just the same old shit. Going to the shop, doing some tattoos. I’m trying to find a contractor to fix up some things.”

“Is that chick coming in today?” Monica asks with a wide smile. 

Chuckling, I say “Her appointment is at seven.”

“I knew there was a reason you looked so good today,” she teases.

I laugh and look down at my dark blue baggy jeans and a tight tank top. My tan skin glistens in the sun and you can see my well toned body.

“Have you been going to the gym lately?” She asks. I shake my head no and reply, “haven’t really had time.”

I throw a bottle of A& D ointment at her. “Will you rub this on that new tattoo?” Monica puts down her Nutri- Grain bar as I lift the back of my shirt.

“You and your friggin tattoos. How many is that? Eight?” I smile and reply, “Seven.”

“Oh. Excuse me...” Monica jokes. I twitch as the cold ointment feels good against my skin.

“You don’t like it? They aren’t gaudy. I was hoping to get one more on my leg.” Monica rolls her eyes as she rubs the A & D in.

“Whatever makes your skirt fly up,” she jokes. 

“Gee Monica, thanks.”

11

“Why don’t you just tell her already?” Andrea asks. Monica shrugs her shoulders, not making eye contact with her.

“I don’t want to screw things up Andrea. If I tell her how I feel, it could ruin everything. She doesn’t love me anyways. She goes for those preppy bitches. That is why she makes those stupid rules. So she doesn’t fall in love with them.”

“How do you know she wont fall in love with you?” Andrea persists. 

“Newsflash Andrea. She is our best friend. I cant just come out and tell her I am in love with her. I have tried before, but it doesn’t work. I just can’t. I keep breaking down.” 

Monica is holding her head in her hands, not really knowing what to do.

“I really don’t understand you. Why in the hell did you make that bet then? Telling her to sleep with another woman isn’t exactly the way to get attention drawn to yourself.” Andrea is giving her a disgruntled face, awaiting an answer.

“Just because. Its hard to explain.”

“I have a while. Try me,” she replies.

Monica is looking Andrea in the eyes, not really wanting to tell her. How she found out about her love for Rachel is still baffling. Monica always thought she was being so careful with her confined feelings.

“I want her to understand what it is like to get pushed away. Maybe if she sees what she does to people, she will understand. I want her to let somebody in. I figured if she was vulnerable enough afterwards, maybe she would allow herself to love me.”

Andrea looks at her and says, “That is exactly why she wont let anybody in. To avoid what your plotting this very instant; heartbreak. Rachel is complex, but not stupid.”

Monic stares into her friends eyes for the slightest moment. 

“I love her so much. I don’t know what to do.”

Andrea stands in front of her and grabs hold of Monica’s hands. She is staring directly into her eyes.

“Tell her.”