Betting People: Casanova
By Maximillian Excaliber
Introduction
This is a collection of erotic stories about people who find themselves in some rather unique wagers. The plots are straight forward and intended to get you asking yourself, "I wonder if this could ever really happened?" No matter how you answer that question, just try to imagine that in some universe somewhere it did and I think you'll find them enjoyable.
Max
Chapter One -- "Fugly"
"I still don't understand what she sees in him." Kimberly Long said to David Blackfoot. She was walking through the front door of her small, two bed-room house when she'd said it.
They lived together in her Early Twenty-Century style home. It was located in one of the lower-middle income areas of the city of Columbus Georgia.
David was Kimberly's boarder and had been living there for almost two years. He'd moved in with her when the lease at his old apartment expired. When his landlord raised the rent, she'd offered to let him rent a room from him until he could another place to stay.
They had worked together for three years as security guards for a private security firm and she felt that she knew him well enough at the time to trust him. Six months later, when her judgment proved correct, she invited him to stay as long as he liked.
David accepted immediately.
When working, their relationship was strictly professional; when not, it was one of platonic friendship. But lately, even though they got along well together, both secretly felt there was something odd going on in their relationship. Although, neither of them knew exactly what it was, neither was comfortable enough to talk to the other about it.
One night late in September Kimberly and David were returning home from the wedding of a couple of mutual friends of theirs.
The bride was a gorgeous red-head in her middle thirties; and the groom was a homely, almost ugly looking, man in his late forties. She was six feet tall and had the hour-glass figure of a Playboy Bunny. He was five foot nine and had the physique of an accountant... no muscles and a small pot belly. As a couple, they were hard to imagine.
The newlyweds had chosen to break with convention and have a themed wedding. The theme they chose was 'Contemporary Mardi Gras'. Everyone attending was required to dress as though they were going out for a night of fun and frolicking at the annual New Orleans festival.
David was attired in a black pirate costume he had rented from a local party supply store. To his amazement, Kimberly had gone to the wedding dressed more provocatively than he'd ever seen her before. She was wearing a sheer, nearly see-through, white blouse and emerald green mini-skirt, matching green fish-net stocking sand green Go-Go boots. The fact her nipples were visible through her blouse advertised that she wasn't wearing a bra.
David had been even more amazed when, upon arrival at the wedding, he discovered that Kimberly's ensemble was actually quite tame in comparison to those worn by the other women there.
When they returned home, as soon as he got in the door, David turned around and locked it behind him. He'd done so just in time to see her bend down and take her shoes off. Kimberly was standing in front of the shortest part of the three-piece sectional in the center of her living-room. Self-consciously, he became aware that he was staring at here and tried to remember what it was she'd last said. After a few tense moments, it came to him. "Did you ever think that he might be great in bed?"
"In what universe?" Clearly she didn't believe him.
He sat on the other end of the couch and told her, "You said it yourself, he's 'fugly'. So, either he's a great conversationalist, which we both know he isn't, or he's fantastic in the sack. What else can it be?" The implication was obvious for they both knew that the word 'fugly', was slang for 'fucking ugly'.
"Money?" She suggested.
He countered, "No, I did both their tax returns last year; she makes double what he does."
"Then what is it?"
Without a second's hesitation, David answered, "My guess is he has a silver tongue." It was a subtle reference to the groom's skills at performing cunnilingus.
"Didn't you say he isn't a great conversationalist?" Kimberly looked confused. Obviously, she didn't get the reference.
Realizing that she wasn't following him, David told her, "That's not what I was talking about."
"Then what are you..." She started to ask. Her expression changed and her eyes widened knowingly. "Oh, I see!" She considered it, then added, "Nobody can be that good."
David said, "You're wrong." And then muttered under his voice, "Some of us are."
"Us?" She heard him! Before he had time to think of something to say, she asked, "What do you mean us? Are you trying to tell me that..."
He said to Kimberly, "Honey, I can have a woman begging for it so fast it makes her head spin!"
Kimberly jumped to her feet and turned as if she were leaving the room.
Unsure what was happening, David asked, "Hey, where are you going?"
"I'll call you from my bedroom."
Confused, he asked, "Why?"
"Because this one's getting too small!" Kimberly answered with a straight face.
Confused, David asked her to explain, "Too small?"
"That's right! There's not enough room in here for you, me and all that bullshit you're spreading!"
What Kimberly didn't know was that David was in love with her. He had been for the past two years and, wanting her, had stopped dating other women.
The problem was that Kimberly, majorly overly confident in her own perceptions of people, had seriously misjudged him. She had perceived his not dating as a lack of self-confidence, which it wasn't.
He'd tried repeatedly to tell her that he had no such problem but, she stubbornly refuse to believe him.
In fact, he'd been asked out several times and had declined every offer.
So it was that, when he said to her, "I'm telling the truth." he knew with certainty that she wouldn't believe him.
"Dream on Casanova!"
It hurt his pride. "You don't believe me?"
