Author's note: Obviously, this is part two of The Bet, but there are more Bethanie and Maddy stories before this series. Check out my profile for The Lipstick Test and The Coffee Shop Girl. Also, something of an apology. Because of the nature of the story, this one is pretty much all romance, no erotica, until about half way through. Then it gets dirty, and part three is looking to be nothing but filth. So, y'know, hang in there.
I hope you enjoy it, and of course please take the time to vote, comment and let me know. I always appreciate it.
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Bethanie woke up aching. Her knees were raw, her thighs complained as she turned over, and she seemed to be covered with innumerable other small twinges and pains from her long, delirious night. At least she wasn't waking up with the dildo still inside her this time, she thought, and even thinking about that humiliating episode (involving shockingly vast quantities of tequila) brought a violent, crimson blush to her cheeks.
As she fumbled for the glass of water that she had conscientiously left beside the bed, her sleep addled brain slowly clicked into gear and a gallery of images from the night before opened up in her head. She remembered being on her knees, Maddy's hands tangled in her hair forcing her to lick that hungry pussy when no force was really necessary. She remembered straddling her girlfriend, facing her feet, with a vibrator in each hand torturing the petite blonde until she screamed and the guy upstairs stomped on the floor for them to shut up. And suddenly, sharply, she remembered the bet that they had made - that Maddy, her oversexed partner, would be able to go a week without hitting on, fondling or attempting to seduce Bethanie.
If Bethanie won and Maddy couldn't control herself, then Maddy would be Bethanie's plaything for the week. If Maddy could display enough self-control to go a whole week without trying to get into the tall, curvy brunette's pants then Bethanie would be her toy, and would have to do everything she said. Bethanie bit her lip nervously, if she lost, that would be one exhausting week.
Pretty fun, though.
Bethanie pulled on some socks and a thick gown before venturing into the freezing kitchen to make coffee and toast. She had to work out how to play this game, and what it meant for her. The idea was that it would give her an opportunity to spend some time with Maddy without sex always being on the agenda, and she could see how she really felt about this relationship. Did she really want a long-term relationship with another girl?
But also she had to decided how to play this game - was she going to just wait out the week and see if Maddy could control herself? Or was she going to make it hard for the little blonde sex-pot? As she waited for the heating to come on and for the coffee to brew, she smiled happily. However this ended it would be fun in some way.
She heard Maddy stirring down the hall then heard the soft curses and the quiet footsteps of her approach. She was standing, facing the kitchen counter, reading yesterday's newspaper and sipping her coffee, and she didn't turn around as she felt her girlfriend's arms wrap around her waist. She smiled all over again.
"Morning," Maddy slurred, "and look, I'm cuddling you without grabbing your tits! Because," she yawned, "we have a bet."
"You remember!" Bethanie put her coffee down and put her hands on top of Maddy's. "Do you think you can do it?"
"You'd better start saving your energy Bethy," Maddy said threateningly, "because you're gonna need every last calorie next week after I win this bet."
"Yeah?" Bethanie chuckled, "Well, we'll see won't we?"
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SATURDAY
The bet had been made on a Friday night, and the girls were going to be together all weekend, which made it a tough start for Maddy. Nevertheless she displayed startling resolve, staying heavy on the romance and light on the flirtation.
During lunch at a riverside cafe they held hands on the table top - not flaunting their relationship, just because their hands had come to touch there naturally, without either of them noticing at first. They held hands, but Maddy didn't kick off her shoes and slip her foot up onto the seat of Bethanie's chair as she had done more than once. She didn't make cryptic comments about the "footwork" of the contestants on that reality-dance show either. She talked about her father's boat while they both stared out of the window at the slate-grey water, and occasionally she made fun of those people who were navigating the waterways on this cloudy Saturday afternoon.
Bethanie thought she could listen to Maddy's slightly aloof, somewhat petty comments on the boat owners for hours. And before she knew it, she had done.
At the cinema they held hands again, on the armrest this time, and about two thirds of the way through the savagely unromantic heist thriller, Maddy leaned across and rested her head on the taller girl's shoulder with nothing in the movement but affection.
And back at the apartment Bethanie watched TV while Maddy scratched her head and swore like a sailor over some spreadsheet that she had been ordered to complete over the weekend.
"Fucking bastard numbers."
"Are you," Bethanie, lying on the sofa, let her head fall back so she could see Maddy working on her laptop at the living room table, "using your frustration over those figures to secretly release the tension you're building up elsewhere?" Maddy looked over, her expression unreadable, then she looked back at the glowing screen.
"Fucking cunt dick bastard numbers."
"That's disgusting," Bethanie scowled, and turned back to the TV.
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SUNDAY
On Sunday morning (around noon) Bethanie was astonished to find that Maddy had woken and got out of bed before her. The wet towel draped over the door suggested that she had already showered too but surely that was... ridiculous? And what was that amazing smell?
"A full cooked breakfast! On the house for Madame!" Maddy shouted as Bethanie appeared, bleary-eyed in the kitchen doorway.
"What the hell is wrong with you? How much coffee have you already drunk this morning?"
"Like, three cups!" the blonde laughed, she couldn't keep still. "I really fucking needed it to get up so early!"
"Wow! Well, thanks baby." Bethanie sat at the small kitchen table with a smile as Maddy loaded up a plate with a mountain of fried and grilled food for her. Was this what Maddy would always be like if she wasn't trying to get into Bethanie's pants first thing in the morning? Or was this just a temporary redirection of her energies? She didn't want to over-think things, and besides: here came the coffee.
