Based on a true story...
It all started with a bet. Booze, and a little harmless flirting, and a stupid, stupid bet.
I had a feeling when I moved in it would be trouble. I like living with roommates, and I like living with guys - no passive aggressive notes, no simmering resentments, if they're pissed they'll just fucking tell you. Sure, I've had a little trouble with keeping my damn panties on, but for the most part it's worked out.
Jack was handsome though - really handsome - and just my type, with the bright blue eyes and the height and pulling up to our first hang on a motorcycle. But good news for me - he had a girlfriend, and the rent was cheap, so I figured, what could it hurt?
The first few weeks passed pretty uneventfully. We had different schedules - he was a bartender and I worked a regular ol' nine to five, so we'd just chat in the kitchen as our paths crossed, maybe watch a movie together once in a while, and he spent a fair bit of time at his girlfriend's, so everything seemed to be going well.
There was flirting, sure, but the harmless kind. One time I was about to go on a date and he told me "Damn girl, you look good. Maybe you should just stay home and I'll bone you myself." Yeah, he uses the word bone. Or the time I was working on cutting up a box for the recycling, and I made sure to bend over just right to give him a good view of my sexy bottom (it's the sexiest part of me, I think). That was when he gave me a big butt hug. Oh, we hugged a lot too, long lingering hugs or he'd hold out his arms for a monkey hug, where I'd leap into his arms and wrap my legs around his torso and - okay, maybe it wasn't entirely harmless. It felt like it at the time...
So, it was a Friday night and I'd been out with friends till the lights came up and my friendly neighborhood bar started playing the "Closing Time" song. I stumbled home and poured myself another drink, and there's Jack, coming back from his shift, looking all sexy and disheveled with his soft brown hair falling over his big blue eyes, and he said, "keeping the night going eh? Me too!" and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
We sat on opposite couches and rambled on, just nonsense. I didn't have much of a filter, what with all the booze and those weeks of mild flirtation, so I made a funny face at him and said "you're lucky I'm not on your couch, mister."
"What, you think I can't control myself?" he scoffed. "Please. I'm a master of self control."
"Yeah right," I retorted. "If I turned it on there's no way you'd turn me down." I might've hiccuped somewhere in there. I'm not proud.
"Turned it on, huh?" he said, laughing. "Trust me, you couldn't tempt me." He banged his fist into his chest. "Stone cold." I started laughing too. He gave me a sly look. "You, on the other hand..."
"What about me?"
"If I tried it on with you, you couldn't resist. I am a powerful flirt. And I've got a big dong." I choked on my gin.
"Oh please. You would just be begging for it and I'd be laughing in your face."
"I bet you wouldn't. I bet you'd pull down your panties and bend over."
"YOU WISH! You'd just be pulling out your "big dong" and making sad faces while I laugh at it."
"I have an idea. We just fucking seduce each other and see who cracks first."
"Now that - " I gestured with my drink and it sloshed onto the couch. "Is a bet I would win."
"Oh please. I would."
"GROUND RULES!" I shouted, getting into the game.
"Go."
"No kissing."
"Obviously. No grabbing my cock."
"Duh. No touching my boobs. Or my butt. Or my pussy."
"Ooh, I like how you say that word."
"I'm winning already!"
"No touching my nipples."
"Nipples? Really?"
"They're sensitive!"
"And the loser...has to wash this dirty floor. On his hands and knees. Naked."
"On HER hands and knees, you mean." He reached out his beer and clinked it against my glass. "Done."
The space between us suddenly seemed very small indeed. The room was starting to spin. "We're just joking right?" I asked.
"Of course of course dummy, I have a girlfriend and you're drunk as a skunk."