The Adventures of PJarvis – The Bet aka Denise
I've known Denise for a long time. When we were younger we used to run in the same crowd, but over the years we drifted apart. A random twist of fate brought us back together again. We exchanged pleasantries and swapped numbers, the usual conversation you have when you bump into an old friend. One thing led to another and there were invitations for drinks when she next came to visit. That had always been the way things were, until this one night.
Usually Denise would text me to say she'd be back on a certain day and ask if I wanted to go for drinks. We'd arrange a place to meet up. As was the norm, a few of her friends would tag along too.
This one friend, who's name escapes me wore an extremely low cut top that barely covered her nipples. The drink was flowing and the banter was flying and it seemed to me there was a spark between myself and Denise that night. Knowing she had a boyfriend back home and I had a wife and children too left it as one of those things that passed us both by.
Later on we found ourselves out the back in the smoking area and referring to her friend, I turned to Denise and said half-jokingly "Do you think she'd flash us if we paid her a tenner?!"
To my astonishment Denise turned round and said "Never mind her, I'll do it for more drink!" "Really?", I enquired, incredulous to the bold statement I'd just heard. "Well in that case, you've got yourself a deal." We agreed a price and shook hands on it, 6 Jack Daniels and coke, cheap if you ask me! I took myself to the bar and bought the drink.
On leaving the bar and thinking my luck was in, the last thing I needed to see was her ex-boyfriend making an appearance. Now John really is something else, a man so far up his own arse it truly is remarkable. A 24 carat bell end of David Cameron proportions with a face you would never tire of removing the smug look from. Thankfully he played true to character, managing to piss everybody off inside an hour, meaning he was ditched on the way up the road.
We headed back to Denise's Mothers as she lived just round the corner from my house. After a few drinks her pal decided to call it a night leaving us to our own devices. As soon as I saw the lights go off, I not so subtly raised the issue of our bet!
"So am I going to get to see your breasts then? Or am I going to go home disappointed?"
Denise, being the confident assertive woman that she had become let it be known that she always paid up on her bets. Only now she was adding two conditions, that this was strictly between the two of us and also that the light had to be off. I was agreeable to these terms, it's not like I was going to be telling anybody
Telling me to switch off the lamp, she headed to the bathroom. I was left sitting on the sofa for what felt like an age before she came back, minus her top and sat down next to me.
"So?" I ask, not really knowing what to say in this kind of situation (can't say I've ever been in that situation before!).
"A bet is a bet" she said and deftly unclasped her bra letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor.
I pulled her onto my lap so I could get a closer look and feel of what has to be said was a mightily impressive chest.
"Man Denise, I never knew your boobs were so big!" I told her, all the while helping myself to a tease of her nipples.
It seems that my teasing had flicked a switch in her as she leaned down and kissed me, slow and tender. She wrapped her arms around my neck, resting them on my shoulders as mine worked their way up her back and down into her jeans, giving her fine backside a playful squeeze.
I do love to kiss, the soft tender kind that leaves your lips tingling, and we were doing exactly that. Some long distant and forgotten teenage fantasy of mine was finally coming true.
