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Beth

Beth and I have been best of friends since we met in Kindergarten. For some reason, we never looked upon one another as a romantic interest. Even her parents looked upon me as a family member. I was the only guy allowed in her bedroom and we often lay on the bed together and talked about everything from music to the future. I had never kissed Beth, except for when I went away to war or otherwise called military basic training. She gave me a hug and a closed mouth peck on my lips. During our teen years we had made simple bets that could have opened the door to a sexual relationship. I would bet her that I was right on one thing or the other and she would debate my point. One common consequence was that she would have to show me a boob if she lost or moon me. She usually countered with me mooning her or flashing my cock at her. This never advanced into any sexual experimentation, but we knew we loved one another as the best of friends.

Flash forward several years. I am a divorced 30something and Beth is a never been married professional business woman. We still talk every week and keep up with each others lives. One evening recently, on our weekly phone conversation and after three glasses of wine, I opened the subject of us. Beth had been drinking as well and seemed to be open to the discussion. The more we investigated why we never developed into a romantic situation, the more we couldn't answer why. I bet her that she was probably a terrible lover anyway. She countered with my lack of sexual prowess being the cause of my divorce. We laughed about our assumptions.

I was warm with wine and sexually aroused by our current conversation. I bet her that I was a better lover than she thought and she bet that she was the most attentive lover I have ever been with in my lifetime. An uncomfortable silence followed our laughter. Beth spoke up. How do we prove our assumptions, she asked? I stuttered some unintelligible sounds and then managed to say that we have to conduct a test. Beth concurred. We discussed several ways to test our bets and then ended our call.

The following Friday, I met Beth at a restaurant as planned. She looked beautiful! Her hair was down and she was seductively dressed in a form fitting dress that drew my eyes to the low plunging neckline that ended at her diaphragm. Her cleavage sat before me like a centerpiece. She complimented my suit. We ordered our dinner, drank heavily, and nervously spoke while our minds rushed forward to the events yet to come. When the check came, I nervously sighed and we walked out arm in arm. When we reached the sidewalk, I turned to Beth and pulled her into me. I kissed her like a lover in front of God and the public. Beth kissed me back fervently. We could have almost stripped and made love right there in the middle of the city. I hailed a cab for us and we hopped in. I held her hand, but we did not speak or look at each other the entire ride to her penthouse apartment. The elevator ride was accompanied by she and I both trembling in fear and anticipation.

When we cleared her threshold, Beth slammed the door and dropped her dress off her shoulders. She pushed me backwards with her hand firmly against my chest. I was backed into Beth's bedroom and continued backwards until I fell onto the bed. Beth ripped off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. She systematically removed every thread of my clothing as I lay there on my back. It was during my disrobing, I noticed that Beth was adorned in a beautiful lacy bra and matching french cut thongs. She still sported her high heel sandals. Her body was perfect in every way. Her breasts were full and I could make out the pinkness of her nipples poking through the lace of her bra cups. As I lay there, I was aware that my manhood was so swollen against it's skin, that it was painful. I pulled Beth down to me and we rolled in an embrace like two mating serpents. I have never kissed so intensely! During our playful wrestling, I released Beth from her undergarments and came face to face with her beautiful vagina. So pink! So glistening wet! I bathed in her wetness with my face and I drank Beth's fragrant wine. Beth writhed in pleasure and erupted in sparkling liquid for me to imbibe. Beth begged for me to make love to her and I did not hesitate. I plunged my manhood inside her warm wet and tight sleeve. I made love like I needed it to sustain my life. I do not recall time nor the passing or dawning of sunlight. I do know it was Monday morning when I left Beth's bed. And as I threw my Friday clothes back on, I informed Beth that she won the bet. She was the most attentive lover. She debated my point and told me I had won the bet. Before I left, we decided to reassess our different opinions after another sexual encounter. I will win my point this Friday!

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