My girlfriend and I had really been arguing a lot. Every night she was always giving me a hard time about how much beer I drank, and in general, she pursued every avenue in her arsenal to make my life miserable. Finally after a few months of this nonstop nonsense, things reached a head and I told her I would give up beer when she stopped smoking, (a habit that consumes two packs a day).
She laughed at me and said that she could quit anytime she wanted to, but that I was so weak and pitiful I would probably have to join AA in order to stop drinking. This comment infuriated me and I told her that if she thought she had so much more willpower than I, perhaps we should place a wager on the outcome. We agreed that if and when the other partner was caught with contraband (beer for me, cigarettes for her) that person would have to lose the rights to a piece of clothing for the duration of the bet. Since both of us were teachers and had the summer off, the bet was to last all summer long, a full 3 months! By that time, any person who went the duration should be totally free of their addiction. As an added bonus, or incentive, if a person was totally stripped, any further violations would result in other penalties the winner could choose. This "other penalties" idea was hers, and although I was a little leery of it, I was confident that it would be she that was to parade around the house naked for three months and not I.
The first week actually went better than I expected. Although I strongly craved beer, I was able to hold out. My girlfriend Shelia was the first to get caught with contraband, and now had to go barefoot for the summer. I particularly enjoyed teasing her about her naked tootsies, and said how much I was going to enjoy having the rest of her as bare as her feet. The weekend of the first week however, Shelia called me downstairs and told me to get the grill ready for a barbecue she was throwing for her girlfriends.
I was completely suspicious, and had a right to be when all of her friends showed up, each with a twelve pack in hand. As I stood out on the back deck grilling the steaks watching all these luscious babes down the brew, the back of my throat begin to develop that familiar strange metallic sensation. As I watched Sheila's extremely well endowed friend Lauren down a Michelob and signal for me to pour her another, I distinctly felt Sheila's eyes on me.
She knew I had a thing for Lauren as Lord knows we fought about it often enough, and it disturbed me to know that Sheila was so committed to winning this bet that she would use Lauren's feminine charms against me. All this I say in retrospect, because at the time lust and desire for hops were clouding my already foggy judgment.
Lauren looked up at me with her big brown beautiful eyes and asked why I wasn't having any as I was normally her "drinking buddy" at parties in the past. I confidently said I had given up the suds, to which she seemed somewhat put out. The fact that she was wearing an exceedingly revealing bikini which barely covered her moist, heaving large breasts which begged for motor boating did not help my confidence in keeping on the straight and narrow. When I noticed beads of sweat rolling down her neck and pooling into her ample cleavage I thought I would go insane! Without thinking she grabbed the cool bottle of beer from me and began to roll it over her face and chest and my hand was visibly trembling as she took the can from me. I don't know whether it was my lust for her tits or her Michelob, but I was completely transfixed by the vision. When I heard Sheila say she and the other girls were going inside to watch a movie I just nodded in a horny fog.
After Sheila and the others went inside, Lauren touched my leg and said "You don't want a poor girl to drink alone now do you?"
This was tooooo much, and Looking around very suspiciously, I whispered to Lauren that I had promised Sheila that I would give up the beer for the summer. Lauren just smirked and made the little whip cracking motion, indicating that I was pussy-whipped. This was it and after a few more faux cracks of her whip I said "All right, but for my sake, lets keep it between ourselves".
Lauren perked right up and grinned from ear to ear as she handed me a fresh cold bottle of beer and I chugged it right down in one long gulp. That beer tasted like heaven, quenching a fire that had been burning in my brain for a week.
Just as the commercial says "You can't have just one", so it was with this. Over the next hour Lauren and I finished that twelve pack off and were well on our way to putting some serious damage on another when Sheila burst through the door. I suppose the combination of going a week without beer, the hot weather and those damn huge breasts of Lauren's had made me temporarily forget about the bet. The sudden appearance of my glowering girlfriend brought me to reality very quickly and as I began to stammer some lame ass excuse, Sheila stopped
me.
"I told you you were weak and pitiful!" she screamed. "And all it took was a little T&A, and all willpower was out the window!"
I was completely speechless. I was caught, and due to the circumstances of my capture, I knew begging for mercy would be pointless. "Thanks for your assistance Lauren." Sheila winked.
That bitch! I thought, I had been setup. I now nervously surveyed the crowd of Sheila's friends that had begun to assemble on the porch. Annette, another one of the conspirators, asked Sheila "So, are you going to make him pay up? You did promise us a show."
This caused a collective release of giggles among the gathered women. "Oh yes, he will DEFINITELY PAY!" Sheila growled as she grabbed me by my hair and jerked me to my feet.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked as she began to count my empty beer bottles. "Lets see, that's one, two hmmmm fifteen beers you had." she continued as she eyed me up and down. "I think we may be into a serious penalty phase here." she said gloatingly.
"You can't be serious." I begged. "I mean, there are all these other women around" I whispered in her ear.
