We’ve collaborated on this work of fiction, like we collaborate on Life and Love; as partners. We hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! Peace, G&B, 2003
I'd have to admit I've never been much of a gambling man. Sure I've been to casinos and dog tracks, but I've never spent, or maybe I should say, donated, more than $100.00 at any given time. So when first Barbie suggested we make a little wager on the outcome of the Packers/49ers game I only went along for the fun of it. I knew my Packers were going to kick ass so I figured I had an easy win.
"Ok Barbie, what do you want me to put up?"
"Well… how's about that romantic weekend up in Tahoe I've been wanting? she asked with a wink of her left eye.
A weekend in Tahoe huh? That's a pretty expensive wager… let's see… what would be an equal wager to that?" I scratched my head pretending I was deep in thought, then a little smile spread across my face.
"Baby… you scare me a little when you get that wicked grin goin'. What kind of bet are you thinking of?"
"Ok Barbie, here's the bet; 49ers win, you get your romantic weekend in Tahoe, Packers win, which by the way, they will… you serve the guys and I for next weeks game. Now, I'm talking, food, drinks, the whole works, and oh, did I mention, I get to pick out what you'll be wearing as you serve us the aforementioned food & drinks."
"Ohhh… I have a feeling that's what the wicked grin was about," she giggled. "Ok high roller, you've got yerself a bet. Oh, and did I mention… GO 49ERS! GO!!!!!" my little spitfire yelled at the top of her lungs.
Well, I hate saying I told you so, but well… I told you so. By the middle of the fourth quarter it looked unlikely the 49ers would be able to overtake the lead the Pack had. As the last second ticked off the clock the score was: Packers - 28, 49ers - 7. Gee, I just hate being right!
"Ok," Barbie sighed. "Give me all the gory details of what kind of 'services' you're expecting me to provide for the big 'guys football Sunday'?"
"Not all that much, honey," I said sympathetically. "How about making those little hor d’oeuvrey things I love so much, and your Dad's secret recipe hot wings, some pasta salad and of course lots and lots of ice cold beer. Ya know, the usual football fare!"
"Ok, now that doesn't sound too bad. In fact I love having your friends over you know that, but what’s all this shit about you picking out what I'll be wearing for this little get together? I want to know what you're expecting me to wear?"
"I know I definitely want you to wear that cute apron you won when you entered the hot wings in that barbecue contest"
"No problem," she said with a slight sense of relief. "What else then?"
"Else? I don't think you should wear anything… 'Else'! That apron covers everything in front. Of course you'll be more than a little exposed in the behind area, but I've always told the guys that you've got the hottest, firmest, ass around and now I wanna show 'em what I'm talking about!"
"Baby, you do realize that my tits are going to be falling out of both sides of that little apron, right? And that everytime I bend over my pussy will be exposed to anyone behind me?"
"That thought did occur to me Barbie. Does this mean you are going to back out of the bet now?"
"NO WAY. I'm not backing out of anything, Cowboy!!! If you don't mind your friends seeing all my lovelies… I certainly don't. In fact I'm sure I'll get very turned on doing it. Not to mention, I've always said you have some of the hottest looking guys for friends." She then looked me in the eyes and said quietly, "Just make sure you're comfortable with what you maybe getting us into… Ok?"
"Hey Barbie, I'm very excited by the idea and as far as I'm concerned, next Sunday can't come soon enough!"
"Ok, Baby. I'll pay up. On that you can count on. Who knows, maybe even with interest, if you get my drift!" As she said that she burst into that little giggle I love on her so much.
As the week went on and Sunday drew nearer I could tell Barbie was getting a little nervous. By Saturday night she approached me, “Gary, are you very sure you want me to make good on this bet? It’s not too late to call it off.”
“I’m positive. Here, just look at how hard my cock gets at just the thought of you parading around in that red apron serving our guests.” I hugged her and reassured her that I truly wanted this and kissed her goodnight. I could tell she laid awake for awhile, thinking of the events to come, maybe slightly nervous, but at the same time, very turned on.
Sunday morning I crawled out of bed and Barbie was nowhere to be found. ‘Oh, she couldn't take the heat,’ I thought to myself as I walked through the house looking for her. ‘Well, the car is gone too, she must be out shopping with her girlfriends’.