Place Your Bets!

If you're a writer (and I really don't consider myself one- maybe a storyteller), you see a plan in your mind about how the story should go, but when you actually put pen to paper, so to speak, it rarely works out the way you planned it in your noggin. This story went from a fun romp about a guy getting laid a lot to possibly a love story. We'll see where it goes next, and I hope you continue to follow along. Like the comments so far- nothing crazy enough yet for me to delete. Please keep that up- I hate deleting comments. Enjoy!

Elliot stood outside the front door of Cari's apartment for six minutes before he finally worked up the nerve to knock. When the door opened, Cari looked at him disapprovingly then spoke.

"It's four minutes after seven," she coldly related. "You're late."

"I... uhhhhh... I was actually here two minutes before seven," Elliot admitted sheepishly, "but I... well, I didn't know if..."

"Just get in here," Cari demanded, "it's cold out there and we're letting all my free heat out."

Elliot stepped through the door and moved to take his winter coat off. Cari stopped him.

"I didn't say you were staying," she remarked bitterly. "I want you to say what you came to say then I'll decide what comes next."

Elliot looked Cari up and down but couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. "I like your boots..." he finally said after a brisk minute.

"They're fashionable and practical," Cari stated. "Is that what you came to tell me? That you like my boots?"

"No," he began again. "I came to tell you... that I really like you... and I don't want what happened with Doreen to..."

"Don't mention that... woman's name again," she ordered. "And as far as you liking me? You sure have a damn funny way of showing it!"

"I know," he acknowledged. "It was selfish and stupid and I'm an idiot and... can you think of anything else?"

"Lots," she said, her voice choked with the tears brimming in her eyes. "Just tell me why?"

Elliot was silent for a moment, contemplating his next words, then decided to come clean. "Cari, I know about the bet. With you and the other women. I know almost everything except exactly who's in. I didn't know if our date the other night was you trying to win the bet or if you really felt the connection I felt. I went out with Do... with that other woman to try to see if I could figure it out. I'm sorry to say, yes, I planned to sleep with her. I needed to see your reaction when she claimed her win. Then when I did see you... your reaction... well, I knew then that I had really fucked up, Cari. Please, I never meant to hurt you or..."

Cari cut Elliot's confession off with a quick slap to his left cheek that turned his head sharply to the right. She then covered her mouth in the shock of her own violence before embracing the stunned man. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, El!" she said as her tears came freely. "This is crazy. This whole damned bet is just insane. We all thought it'd be fun, just a good time. Half of the women in the bet haven't been laid in... And I'm sure none of them, including me, thought about what it might do to you, or us if feelings got in the way... Oh, Elliot, I'm so sorry..."

Elliot held her as she sobbed and felt his own begin to trickle down his stinging face. They stayed embraced for several minutes until Elliot softly spoke into her ear. "Then let's end this tonight.

Cari stepped back slightly and looked at Elliot puzzled. "You don't want to see me anymore?" She nodded then continued, "I understand. I've been horrible. We all have. We were all thinking of ourselves. None of us thought a bit about what this might do to you. I understand and..."

"You don't understand, Cari," Elliot corrected her. "What I meant was, let's end the bet tonight. You and me. Let's go to your bedroom and do what we should have done that first night. Then I'll come clean to the other ladies that I knew all along and you can divide the money back to them however you need. I'll even make up the difference if you want so they all get their fair share back."

Cari smiled at his proposal then helped him out of his coat as she said, "Yeah, let's go to the bedroom. We'll worry about the rest later."

The two practically sprinted through Cari's apartment hand-in-hand, startling her two cats, Buster and Keaton. When they reached the boudoir, they tore at each other's clothes until they both stood nude in front of one another. Elliot whistled lowly at her incredible shape. "You're possibly the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I'm a lucky guy."

"We're both lucky, sweetie," she corrected him and reached her hand low to grasp his growing erection. They stood on the side of her bed and kissed while fondling each other, their heat rising. Elliot scooped Cari off the floor and placed her gently on the bed. Parting her long legs, he laid down before her, his face inches from her sex and breathed in her scent. He moistened his lips then placed them on her inviting slit, his tongue working up and down until he zeroed in on her pink button.

Cari gasped as Elliot swirled his mouth muscle around her clit and lightly nibbled with his teeth. She had always been a quick comer and tonight was no exception. Only a few minutes passed before Elliot felt Cari's body tremble and she shouted her approval.

"Oh, God, Elliot!!" she yelled, and her loud consent reverberated through the bedroom as her hands tightly gripped the sheet on either side of her. Hips bucking, Elliot held his mouth lock as long as he could until she rolled away from him exasperated.

"No more!" she protested. "I can't take any more!" she told him as her body continued to shake in wonderful bliss. When her orgasm subsided, she took in a deep breath and crawled back to her new lover. Cari moved to take Elliot into her mouth, but he stopped her before she could consume him.

"Not yet," he told her then rolled her on to her back. His member stood arrow straight and he proposed to use it for its intended purpose. He hovered over her then kissed her as he slipped inside of her, her wetness easing his entry. He felt himself completely inside of Cari and saw her face, mouth open in a silent scream.

"Elliot," she said breathlessly, "that thing is... Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock!"

Elliot had never thought of himself as big, but he had no intention of contradicting Cari. He decided to make their first encounter short but sweet and began quickly pumping her slit. The sounds of their two bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room intermixed with Cari's moans. Before he finished, Elliot pulled himself out of her then placed Cari on her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind then continued his assault on her swollen fold.

"Cum in me, Elliot," she demanded. "I'm fixed and clean. I'll show you my latest test when we're done if you want. Just cum in me, please!"

Elliot did as he was told and unleashed a torrent of his semen deep in Cari's waiting void. They both moaned loudly as he came then collapsed on the bed together, Elliot still embedded in her. He laid on top of her and kissed her neck and earlobes in post-coital delight. When he returned to his unengorged state, he rolled off Cari and lay next to her. She then rolled over and lay on top of him, their faces inches apart.

"Fucking awesome, babe," she complimented him, echoing Doreen's sentiment from the previous weekend. "I want to do that again right now!"

"Well, I'm going to need some orange juice and a nap," he confessed, "but there's nothing saying we can't in an hour or so." He kissed her and their tongues met. They broke the kiss and Elliot reached for the nightstand. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Forgetting something?" she mimicked and questioned. Elliot handed her cellphone to her.

"The picture, sweetheart," Elliot answered. "It doesn't count without that, right?"

"Right," she acquiesced. Triggering the photo function, Cari snapped a picture of the two together, their bare torsos showing and their faces mashed together in a kiss.

"Will that be good enough?" Elliot asked. "Do you need something more... provocative?"

"This will do just fine," Cari relented. "Now, let's talk about what happens next."

"Before we do, there's one thing that's been bugging me since I got here." Elliot confessed. "You said your boots were fashionable AND practical. How are they practical?"

Cari smiled, winked, then answered, "You'd have found out if I hadn't liked what you said when you came in."

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Elliot and Cari walked into work together the next morning and stopped in the open area where two halls converged. Before they parted to go to their respective areas of the building, Elliot stopped them both and spoke.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" he asked, dying to kiss her once more.

"I'm sure," she replied. "No one needs to know that I know you know." She giggled at her silly statement. "Let the game continue."

"Again, you know what it means, right?" Elliot reminded her. Cari had decided, after another round of passion, that she did not want anyone else to know that Elliot had any knowledge of the wager. She also let him know that she would not let any jealousy overcome her if another woman "claimed" her share of the money. As long as they were honest with each other then all was fair.

"And you don't want to reconsider my proposal?" Elliot inquired. He had countered with telling Cari that she had carte blanche with other men as long as the bet continued, but she shot that idea down cold.

"Nope, you've ruined me for other men," she half-joked. "I don't want anyone else, El. And in between your conquests I expect to get numerous visits, mister. And go buy a shitload of condoms. No one gets the real you but me."

"Yes, ma'am," he kidded. "Now go claim your money and get to work."

"Yes, sir," she said and gave him a quick peck on the lips before she headed left toward the conference room where she would reveal her victory to the other wager participants.

Elliot watched her walk away, admiring the shape and sexy wiggle of her round ass. When she was out of sight, he walked down the right hallway to his room and desk. Stephanie, as always, was waiting for him across the aisle.

"Another debaucherous night?" she queried as Elliot got to his desk and fired up his laptop.

"There was some debauchery," he concurred, "but the good kind, if that's a thing."

"If it is," she retorted, "you'll never find it. So, you and Cari? She's claiming the second prize today?"

"Probably already has," Elliot said as he logged in to the network and checked his email.

"Well, you must have said all the right things last night," Stephanie exclaimed. "She was a wreck when she left here yesterday."

"We had a good conversation," Elliot related, "and we worked everything out."

"I'll bet you did," Stephanie said slyly. "So, you two are an item now? Does that mean the bet is over?"

"The bet continues," Elliot revealed, "and yes, we are an 'item,' but that's on the down-low, Steph. Cari knows that I know about the bet, but we're keeping that quiet. And before you ask, it was her idea."

"Interesting," she wondered aloud. "She's OK with you helping the others 'get their money back?'"

"She is," he stated. "And when it's over then we'll be able to put this behind us and get on with our lives together."

"I hope that's the case, El," Stephanie said. "But be careful, OK? This has catastrophe written all over it if you ask me."

"I didn't," Elliot responded, "but thanks for your concern. Things will work out, Steph. You'll see."

"Oh, I'll be watching," she answered back. "In the meantime, we have a meeting with Jane in ten. Let's go grab a cup of coffee."

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Elliot and Stephanie fetched their steaming mugs of coffee then attended their meeting with their supervisor, Jane, the site director. After much discussion and more documents to be created and sent off to the Marketing department for fine tuning, the meeting ended thirty minutes later. Both Elliot and Stephanie decided they needed another cup to get them through their morning work and headed back to the coffee station. Elliot saw two mid-twenties women coming his way and waited for the inevitable come-on.

"Hi Elliot!" the two greeted him in unison. Both blonde and bubbly, the two young women were cuter than just pretty. Elliot looked at one then the other and returned their greeting.

"Good morning, ladies," Elliot said. "It's Amy, right?" he motioned toward one then the other, "and Danielle?"

"Yep, that's us," Amy said. "So, we had a question for you. I hope you don't think it's too weird."

"These days," Elliot said, "I'd be disappointed if it wasn't weird. What did you need to know?"

"Do you... do you bowl?" Danielle asked.

"Do I bowl?" Elliot repeated her question. "As in bowling? The sport?"

"Yeah," Amy responded. "You see, we're on a league. It's a mixed league- y'know, two guys and two girls on a team? Well, one of our guy teammates hurt his arm and can't roll tonight."

"We're currently in the top spot," Danielle added. "If we forfeit then we'll drop, and we won't have any shot at the championship next month. So, what do you say?"

"What do I say about what?" Elliot asked.

"About filling in tonight?" Amy said. "We need one more. Could you do it?"

"I could," Elliot replied. "I used to bowl on a league with my wife... my ex-wife, I mean. I wasn't great but I threw my share of strikes. It's been a while. No promises on gutterballs though."

"Don't worry," Danielle reassured him. "Amy and I are really good. We really just need someone to show up, put their name on the scorecard, and roll the ball down the aisle. We'll do all the work." Elliot saw Danielle shoot a clandestine wink at Amy and knew that if he agreed then there would be more than bowling happening tonight.

"OK," he agreed, "you talked me into it. When and where tonight?"

"Awesome!" the two women cried, once again in unison the Amy took the lead. "Six thirty at City Bowl on Preadmore Avenue. Do you know where that is?"

"Sure do," Elliot divulged. "I'll head home after work and see if I can dig my ball and shoes out of the back of my closet. See you there!"

"Thanks, Elliot!" the women said together. Elliot wondered if they answered their incoming calls in unison. They both hugged him then ran off to finish their shift. Elliot grabbed his coffee mug and headed back to his desk. He couldn't wait to tell Stephanie about this one.

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"Damn! Another strike!" Danielle cried then jumped up and down, excited at Elliot's prowess on the lanes. Elliot watched the young woman's breasts bounce up and down as she jumped and felt his groin tingle at the sight. She rushed over to hug him after his latest pin clearing.

"You're better than Dale ever was!" she said as she wrapped her arms around him. "One more of those and we'll win this match! Last ball. Got another one in you?"

It was the tenth frame, and he had rolled two strikes already. He smiled at Danielle, then at Amy as she walked up to meet them. Cocking an eyebrow, he said, "What do I get if I get the third strike?"

Amy approached him and whispered in his ear, "Both of us. At the same time. How's that for incentive?"

"Deal," Elliot said then grabbed his black fourteen-pound ball off the return. He walked to the line and stared at the pins. He took three steps then let the ball fly from his fingers. All night, he had placed just the right spin on the ball to send it into the pocket and this throw was no exception. The ball struck between the headpin and the third and the rest tumbled to the floor - the final strike to win the match for his new team.

Both Amy and Danielle squealed when the last pin fell, and they rushed to hug their new teammate. Danielle kissed him first, long and lingering, then Amy replaced her friend's mouth with her own. The trio walked off the lane, Elliot in the middle with his arms around their waists, hands dangerously close to their curvy denim-clad butts.

"You did it, Elliot!" Amy exclaimed as they sat on the bench behind the return and removed their bowling shoes. "You're a lot better than you let on."

"It came back to me eventually," Elliot confessed. "Lots of luck though. I'm glad I could help you ladies out tonight."

"How about we help YOU out next," Danielle responded, her hand resting high on Elliot's thigh. "Let's grab one more beer, then go to our place, OK?"

"You two live together?" Elliot queried.

"These days you gotta find a way to cut costs," Amy explained. "We make decent money at Polarity, but not enough to cover rent and everything else. That's why we share." She lowered her voice and put her face close to Elliot's as she continued. "We like to share everything. EVERYthing..."

"Sure, I get it," Elliot agreed. "Let's get that beer then you can show me your shared apartment. On the way, maybe we can think of other things that we

all

can share."

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Elliot and the two ladies drank their last beers fast then walked the two blocks to Danielle and Amy's apartment. The chill in the late January air did nothing to cool the trio's internal heat and by the time they arrived they began taking one another's clothes off in the elevator. By the time the car stopped at their floor, both women were clad only in thong panties, Amy's hot pink and Danielle's neon green. Elliot was still wearing his jeans, but his shirt had been practically ripped from his chest by the two ravenous women.

As they walked down the hall to the apartment, a mid-thirties man opened his door to see the commotion and spied the scantily clad ladies and shirtless man.

"Hi, Warren!" the women said in unison. Elliot was beginning to think they practiced speaking together. The ladies waved to warren as they unlocked the front door then pulled Elliot through the entryway by his belt loops. Warren stood slack jawed in the hallway as the door to Amy and Danielle's apartment closed, then shook his head trying to make sense of what he had just seen.

In the foyer, Elliot kissed Danielle and fondled her large breasts while Amy knelt on the linoleum-covered floor and worked their new friend's jeans down to his ankles. Amy whistled softly at the sight of his well-above-average rod then stuffed as much as she could into her mouth, his head tickling the back of her throat. She gagged slightly then backed him out and repeated the process as best she could. She tapped Danielle on her bare leg and motioned for them to switch places.

"She's better at that than I am," Amy conceded. "I've seen her swallow a foot-long hot dog at the fair then bring it back up without so much as a cough."

Elliot watched the two trade positions then brough Amy close to him. Her chest wasn't near as big as her roommate's was, but she made up for it by having a spectacular ass that Elliot immediately grabbed with both hands as they made out. Danielle expertly took all of Elliot's meat into her mouth and halfway down her throat. She reached around the couple kissing in front of her and took Elliot's butt with both hands and pulled forward, trying to force more of him down her gullet.

"Fuuuuuuuck..." Elliot moaned as Danielle held him and worked her throat around his throbbing cock. After two full minutes, she released him and he slipped out of her, his member slick with copious amounts of her saliva.

"Damn, I'm good!" Danielle exclaimed as she caught her breath and stroked Elliot's wet dick. "You guys wanna move this party to our bedroom?"

Elliot cocked his head slightly at Danielle's question then asked, "OUR bedroom? You two share a bedroom here?"

"There's only one bedroom in this apartment," Amy confessed as her hands rubbed over his chest. "And only one bed..."

"So, you two... sleep together every night?" Elliot deduced.