Author's note: This is part one of "The Bet", but technically part three of "The Bethanie and Maddy Story", of which you can find parts one ("The Lipstick Test") and two ("The Coffee Shop Girl") through my profile. If you enjoy (or despise for that matter!) any of my writing please take a moment to vote and comment. Thanks so much to everyone who's done so already, or sent me a message. I really appreciate it and it has given me a lot more confidence to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this one too!
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Maddy was reading her book in a comically awkward position. Lying face down on the sofa, one leg over the arm, one leg over the back so that her body was half lifted up propped by her wayward limb; she had one arm trapped underneath her and the other arm and her head hanging off the seat. The book she was reading was lying on the floor. She kept it split open with two fingers of her free hand and occasionally she would stretch and twist them in a spidery way to flip the page.
The heating had been on for an hour or so and the apartment was pleasantly warm. She was wearing a grey vest top and faded, mint-green pajama pants above which the faintest line of pink underwear could be seen peeking out. A glass of wine was waiting on the coffee table, but she was very, very comfortable, so she made the firm decision not to move an inch.
She turned the page and as she read on a smile slowly spread across her face. She turned back and re-read the previous page, then carried on. The hand she had trapped under her, squeezed between the soft sofa cushions and her small, firm breasts, stretched and reached. The base of her thumb, the hard bone that connected it to her hand, started rubbing slowly, idly, at the crotch of her mint-green pants.
She wriggled her whole body a little to get comfortable and as if on cue the doorbell rang. Maddy grinned and gently righted herself from her somewhat askew position. Laying her book face down, still spread open, on the long, low coffee table she hopped to her feet and almost skipped into her small hallway.
Her apartment wasn't big, but it was perfectly decorated and very cosy and she loved it. In the hallway she stopped in front of the large, silver-framed mirror to check herself out. Her short blonde hair wasn't its usual tidy, perfect self, but that was ok. She ruffled it at the roots with her fingertips, so that it looked wild and post-coital, but quickly decided against that - combing it back into order and tucking her bangs behind her ears. Her vest top she couldn't really do anything with, but she tried nonetheless, first pulling it down so that the low curving neckline was barely covering anything, the small, pink circles of her nipples peeking over the edge. Too slutty? Too obvious? She went the other way, hitching it up and folding the cloth so that her flat belly was on show. That was better. Finally her pants, she pulled the old mint-green pajamas down so that her pink cotton embroidered panties were clearly on display - the thin band that cut above her hips and a good inch of her thigh itself too. She admired her slim, petite form. Perfect. The doorbell rang again.
She opened it on the chain, even though it could only have been her girlfriend Bethanie.
"Hey," Maddy said in a lazy, sing-song voice, "I missed you."
"Then why is the door on the chain, doofus?" Bethanie looked fresh and slightly red faced, wearing a sporty looking jacket over an old hoody and jeans. Oh! She had been to the gym, Maddy had totally forgotten about that. Bethanie, taller and curvier than the small blonde, had been touchy about her weight recently and had been hitting the gym several times a week. Her long, dark hair was tangled and wet from the shower.
"Oh, just being safe. Need a password."
"What password, Madeline?" Bethanie rolled her eyes and sounded thoroughly exasperated.
"You know..." Maddy dragged out her answer in a teasing way, and pressed her self to the crack in the door. She noticed Bethanie's eyes flicker down ever so briefly to see the tight pink cotton of her panties and the smooth skin of her thigh exposed above her low-slung pants. Bethanie tried to hide it by acting all annoyed again, but Maddy had seen her look.
"I'm not going to say that every time I come over here Maddy," Bethanie said, sounding a little embarrassed.
"Go on, just one more time then."
"Ok, ok," Bethanie sighed and opened her mouth to speak.
"No, with the voice," Maddy cut her off before she could start, "and the eyes."
"Arrgh!" Bethanie clenched her fists and hunched up her shoulders in frustration, but she quickly relaxed herself. She struck a pose, legs apart, one hand on her hip, pushing back her sports jacket and her head tilted coquettishly. "Hey," she started again, and Maddy shivered to see her eyes becoming heavy-lidded, smoky pools of pure sex, "pussy delivery for Madeline Matthews."
Maddy made a little squeak of pleasure, closed the door, unhooked the chain then quickly opened it again. "I'll sign for that pussy!" she giggled and dragged Bethanie in by her sleeve.
"Woah, easy tiger," Bethanie laughed, "I'm exhausted from that damn bike."
"Aw, just come in and relax Bethy. I made some kind of pumpkin soup." Maddy had to rise up on the balls of her feet slightly to kiss Bethanie, but the kiss was long, soft and dreamy, melting both girls and leaving them coasting on an endorphin high.
"Mmm, I missed you too," Bethanie conceded with a soft chuckle. She initiated the second kiss, bringing her head down slightly and meeting Maddy's cute little pout with her full, bee-stung lips open. Maddy's eyes opened a little in surprise, but then so did her lips and before they knew it the two girls' tongues were softly tackling each other.
Maddy and Bethanie had been officially dating, to the extent that some of their co-workers at the cosmetics company even knew about it now, for about four months. Things for Maddy, an openly gay girl who had been harbouring a crush on Bethanie for a long time, couldn't have been going better. She was in a passionate relationship with a girl who effectively checked every box on her 'sexual fantasy' list, and who was rapidly becoming her best friend too. Things for Bethanie, who had never had an actual lesbian relationship before - just a few dalliances, were a little more complicated. She was smitten with the petite bundle of energy, but wanted to take things slowly as this was all very new to her.
She still wasn't sure exactly how gay (if that wasn't an absurd question) she was. She was delighted with how things were going so far though, even if she was kind of concerned at how powerful Maddy's sex drive was. It was really special to her that at work Maddy was a composed, stylish, somewhat aloof office girl, while with Bethanie she was almost completely transformed into a dizzy teenager. But when they were together Maddy seemed to be almost permanently horny. Bethanie didn't want things to be based purely on lust, and anyway as much as she swotted up on lesbian lovemaking techniques (which was actually quite fun secret homework to have) Maddy was much more experienced than her and Bethanie didn't really like feeling like the newbie all the time.
