Double or Nothing
by
Sadie York
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Copyright 2012 Sadie York
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“A deal's a deal.”
Sam raised his eyebrows with a smirk on his face that he had planned to aggravate me. I stubbornly held onto the hem of my tanktop while glaring in his direction.
“Come on, Tara,” he urged. “You suggested it, not me. You lose this round and I get to see your boobs. And you lost! So make with the flashing already.”
“Yeah...” I agreed weakly, “But I never expected to lose!” He just looked at me with that perpetual grin. “You... you... you bloody man!”
He was right, of course. It had been my idea. It all sounded so simple in my head. One night of Texas hold 'em with an old friend to raise rent money that an art student couldn't earn on her own. I've always been pretty good with the cards, and it wasn't like Sam couldn't afford the loss. He'd inherited a few grand from his gran a few months ago. But one unforeseen run of bad cards and a reckless proposal later, and here I was.
“Hurry up,” Sam pestered. “Time's a wasting.”
“Fine!” I replied. “Let's get this over with.” For courage, I took a swig from whatever piss-weak beer had been on special at Sam's local off license this week, and then, screwing my eyes shut to avoid seeing his leer, I pulled my top up to my shoulders. I counted out three seconds in my head, three seconds that felt like hours, and finally yanked it back down. “Happy now?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, shaking his head. “The deal was I get to see your boobs. I can't see them with that bra in the way.”
“What?” I yelled. “The fuck! No way!”
“Hey,” he shrugged. “A deal's a deal.”
“You must have drunk a hell of a lot of that beer if you think I'm taking my bra off.”
“The way I see it you don't really have much of a choice. Unless...”
“Yes?!” I jumped on his lifeline a little too quickly. I didn't want him to know how desperate I was. Not that Sam seeing my tits was the biggest deal – after all, we'd been friends since he moved next door to me thirteen years ago – but it was the principle of the thing!
“We could always go...” He lingered on the word for dramatic effect until I punched him in the arm. “Double or nothing! We could go double or nothing!”
“Hmm, intriguing... And what would that be?”
“OK, if you win this round then you don't have to flash your boobs and you get double my last bet.”
“And if you win...?”
Sam flashed that annoying grin once more. “I get to see a whole load more than just your tits.” He ran his eyes up and down my figure pointedly. “So what do you say?”
I tried to avoid looking at him while I turned the options over in my mind. On the one hand, Sam hadn't seen me naked since we were nine and I quite desired to keep it that way. In the years since our features had both filled out, his to hard and chiselled, mine to soft and curvy. But while most girls would have - and had - dropped their panties in an instant for his cheeky smile and solid abs, to me he was just my old friend Sam. On the other hand... I really needed that fucking money.
“OK!” I decided before my nerves could get the better of me, “Double or nothing.” Sam stopped checking out my figure and nodded.
“I believe it's my shuffle,” he said, taking the cards in hand. I watched him carefully to make sure he wasn't doing any funny business, but as far as I could tell he was being legit. Once he was done he passed the deck over and kept his eyes on the cards as I dealt. I couldn't believe how calm he appeared; inside my nerves were seething. But then, I guess his position was a lot easier to be in. He had a lot less to lose.
“You gonna give yourself a good hand for once?” he joked as he glanced at his cards. He was talking to cover his tells. A good tactic, not that it mattered. The bet had already been made.
“Same hand that's gonna slap you 'cross the face when we're done,” I muttered back while I checked my own. Shit. A three and a seven, unsuited. My only hope was a straight, and that was a weak hope. I rushed through dealing the flop as quickly as possible, just wanting to get this over with.
“Pair of nines,” Sam announced, tossing his hand face up on the carpet. He was trying to sound smug, but I could tell he wasn't certain of victory.
“Relax.” I dropped the cards in defeat. “Pair of threes.” He broke out into a triumphant smile. “Look, let's not make a big thing about this,” I continued, trying to put the brakes on his enthusiasm, “It's the human body, it's perfectly normal, we've all got one...”
“Yeah, and some just happen to look better than others.” I showed him the finger for that remark. “Hey, you can flip me off till the cows come home,” he laughed, “Just as long as you do it in the nude.” We locked gazes for a few seconds. His bright blue eyes glinted with delight. He was challenging me, I realised. At least part of him didn't think I'd go through with it. Typical male.
I chugged down the rest of my beer then whipped my tanktop over my head. A few seconds later my bra was laying on the floor beside it. My tits were bare to the world, and more importantly to Sam. I tried to ignore him as his eyes roved over my body, slowly lingering on the curve of my breast, on the exposed nipple. My body was heating up in anger. It might have been different if he was actually interested in me. But this was Sam, he was just trying to make me feel uncomfortable for shits and giggles. And it was working.
“And the shorts next,” he prompted, refusing to let me pause to regain my composure. He was already staring hungrily at the promised land. I fumbled at the button with my fingers before finally getting it undone, then zipped down the fly and pulled the shorts past my hips. “Niiiiiiice,” he whispered at the sight of my panties. Baby blue lacy boyshorts that skimmed the thigh and displayed the roundness of my butt in ways I was currently regretting.
“And now...” Sam continued quietly. My hands jumped firmly to the sides of my panties in reflex. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “I sense reluctance,” he said.
“Damn right you do.”