I should've known better – but I'm competitive and support my team, fiercely loyal to a fault - and you knew just how to push my buttons.
"You know you've got no chance tonight, right?" you taunted me from the bedroom as I stood facing the mirror, fixing my hair before we left for tonight's game.
Incredulous, I turned to look at you. "You're awfully confident for someone whose team hasn't won for the last 5 rounds!"
You smiled at me, smug, knowing it would rile me up.
"I think I've got cause to be confident tonight, I've got a good feeling," you replied.
I turned back to the mirror, somewhat disbelieving that you would be so confident of a win – your team hadn't been playing well and had too many losses to count. Conversely, mine was not only coming off back to back wins but also had our keys players back in the game after a few weeks out – I was confident the boys would do me proud tonight.
You snaked your arms around my waist as you stood behind me, your lips lightly brushing my neck.
"Care to make it interesting?" you asked quietly.
I narrowed my eyes at your reflection in the mirror. "What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked, suspicious.
"When my team is up at half time," you started, lips moving against my neck, "then you give up your panties."
I turned to you, grinning cheekily as I asked, "and if my boys are up?"
You replied, "then same in return".
I laughed at the idea, but had to admit, it was somewhat a turn on.
"What happens when my boys win the game?" I asked.
You smiled at me. "I tell you what. If your boys are up at half time, you can take the second half of the game to think about what you want for a win".
I nodded my agreement as you continued.
"And, when my team is up at half time, I will consider the same thing" you finished with a cheeky grin.
My eyes narrowed at you, suspicious. There was something about your response that made me wonder whether you already had the idea of your unlikely win in mind – but I couldn't tell for sure. It seemed a fair bet though – and I was sure I could think of something to make my win more enjoyable when it inevitably happened.
"Deal."
* * *
"No!" I yelled, jumping up from my seat as your team scored, bringing the score to differ by only one point at two minutes to half time.
You slung your arm around my shoulders and leaned down, your mouth next to my ear as you murmured "I hope they're pretty ones".
I shrugged your arm off in annoyance.
"Don't be so cocky" I answered, nervously, "your boys still have to convert it yet".
We turned to watch the ball fly and I groaned as it sailed directly between the centre of the posts, putting your team one point ahead of mine 30 seconds before half time rung.
As the siren sounded, I turned to you and saw the look of mischief in your eyes.
"Time to pay up, Jessica" you smirked.
I blushed, suddenly rethinking my agreement to the bet, as I stood and let myself be carried in the throng of people toward the ladies' room. I slid the lock of the bathroom door behind me and leaned against the cool wooden door. My hands reached down, sliding my short denim skirt up my firm tanned thighs, high enough to reveal the soft purple Brazilian cut lace panties. I hooked my fingers under the waistband, sliding them down my thighs, pulling my skirt back down to cover my now bare, shaved pussy. I slid my slightly damp panties into the back pocket of my skirt, pulling my shirt down further to cover the pocket.
I left the bathroom, my cheeks burning as I avoided eye contact with fans in the crowded aisles. I knew there was no way that the countless strangers I passed would know I was without panties, but I was still vaguely paranoid. As I reached our row, my paranoia deepened as I had to walk past eight seated people to get to our seats. Turned away from them, facing the field, I prayed that my skirt was long enough to cover my nakedness, as I awkwardly shuffled past these people with my ass at their eye level.
As I slid into the seat next to you, you smiled and held your hand out. I slid your hand onto my ass, so you could feel the panties in my back pocket. You pulled them out and pocketed them, smiling at me.
You leaned back in the chair, your arm around me again; this time I snuggled into you.
"You remembered that this is only half of the bet, right?" you murmured to me, making me blush.
"Yes" I acknowledged. "Have you figured out what you want if you win?"
You moved my hand and slid it into your other pocket. I felt a heavy bullet there and looked at you with curiosity.
"When we win, you will slide this into you before we leave the stadium. What do you want in the unlikely event that you win?" you asked.
I was torn between severe distraction at the thought of that bullet inside me, and the insult of your assumption that my team had lost any chance of winning.
I responded, "when we win, I want to be blindfolded and tied to the bed. I want a hot oil massage and I want your mouth on my pussy until I cum as many times as you think you can make me."
You nodded "Deal" and, with a smirk added "good luck" as the players ran back onto the field.
* * *
I really wished there was more hope with the second half of the game, but the result, for me, was going to be a surprising defeat. With six minutes to go, and a difference of 16 points, I knew there was no fighting back and that I would have to concede defeat; you were going to win the bet. Before the crowds grew, I slid the bullet out of your pocket and ducked to the ladies' room. My bare pussy had been getting increasingly wet since half time, making it effortless to slide the cool metal bullet to nestle inside me. I ran back to our seats, feeling it heavy inside me, sliding in next to you with two minutes to spare and no change in score. The last two minutes of the game were frustrating and pointless, serving only to prolong the frustration of what I thought to be a very bad game. As the final buzzer sounded, the crowd erupted in cheers around us, people springing from their seats. You pulled me to you as we stood up and you celebrated, holding me firm as my knees buckled and I gasped, shocked as the bullet suddenly sprung to life inside me. I clutched your shoulder as I weakened, not having expected the sensations now coursing through my body as it vibrated strongly.
You grinned at the look in my eyes, asking "did I forget to mention that I have the remote control for that little device?"
There was a desperate expression in my eyes as I looked up at you, my eyes meeting yours as I started, "no..."
The vibration suddenly stopped and you smirked as you grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowds of people and out of the stadium. Standing in the crowd waiting for the train, I nestled into you with your arm around my shoulders.
Your friend, James, stood next to you and, as a fellow supporter of my team, was dejectedly wallowing in our broken winning streak. However, as frustrated as I was, the control you had over me and knowing you could start the vibrations again at any moment had me nervous and distracted.
"I thought having a full team back would've given us a better chance" James started, frowning.
I nodded and agreed, "it was a disappointing start, but hopefully we'll be better next week".
You chuckled and interjected, "that's not going to be hard considering who your boys are playing next week".
I narrowed my eyes at you, "yes but -", and stopped abruptly as I felt the bullet start moving lightly inside me. My eyes glazed a little as I enjoyed the sensations, trying to focus on controlling my body, hoping that I wouldn't let on to the platform of strangers that I was so turned on and becoming increasingly wet because of you.
"Jessica" you asked, deceptively innocent. "You were saying?"
I sighed in frustration, looking up to you, my eyes silently begging you to please stop.
