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The Wager (Original): Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-05-23 17:30:01 +0000 UTCThe harsh cold of a miserable winter's night set a perfected cozy mood about the shared household of Drake and Tori. The battering of the heavy, freezing rain on the windows throughout the house only reminded them of the warmth and comfort inside. There was great cheer about the pair, but that's usually the case on most Friday nights with people. A long week of work and miserable weather only let them appreciate the comfort of their house a little more.
Their living room had been arranged much differently from the way it normally was. This was because Drake was hosting a poker game among his friends. He couldn’t explain how relieved he was that it was him who was hosting it which prevented him from having to venture out into this snowstorm.
While Drake continued to shuffle the furniture to set up the poker table, his lovely girlfriend Tori stared in exasperation. He had been at it for close to ten minutes, tweaking the setup every once in a while before he finally reached a decision. It was only after ten more minutes that her boyfriend managed to organize a few stacks of poker chips successfully and was done with setting up the round poker table in their living room.
She could not help but give a sarcastic clap, snorting when he gave a mock bow.
“You still planning on going out tonight?” Drake asked as he dropped onto the sofa and looked up at her. “I’ll be here all night with the guys.”
Tori shook her head with a sigh.
“You’re seeing the weather outside? There’s no way any of them would show up. I know I won’t,” she replied, sitting beside him.
“Looks like you’ll need to join in,” Drake said, looking at his phone. “Theo, Greg and Vince all canceled.”
“I thought they were daring young men who could weather any storm for a night of poker?” She muttered sarcastically. “Who iscoming then?”
“Only Harry,” Drake sighed. “Said he’s on his way.”
Tori nodded. Harry was probably the only friend of Drake’s who she liked, or at least tolerated. He was not a lecher like his other friends who she knew made lewd remarks about her behind her back, in front of her boyfriend, no less. She had heard it once and confronted Drake about it, who dismissed it as simple banter among the guys. She didn’t understand it. Her boyfriend knew what she thought of his other friends, and although he didn’t like it, he didn’t do anything about it either.
‘Not that he could even do anything about it,’ she thought to herself.
Harry though, was a respectful person. She had indeed caught him glancing at her a few times when he thought she wasn’t looking, but he was never one to ogle.
Half an hour had passed since Harry sent the message to Drake that he was on his way, and the storm had intensified outside. Tori couldn’t understand how a poker game could be so important that someone was willing to weather this fierce storm, but considering how hectic their lives were all week long, these little breaks during weekends were essentially refreshing and no one wanted to waste them.
Drake sat there in growing uncertainty as he waited for Harry to show up. It was something he hated to do – waiting. He had most of his arguments with Tori and his previous girlfriends regarding the time they took while getting ready, making him wait. Sighing, he stood up and started pacing.
Tori watched her boyfriend pacing about and spread her legs, leaning against the armrest of the sofa and pouring herself another glass of wine. Drake had kept it out for the poker game but since three of his friends were not going to show up, there was a lot of surplus and she was all too happy to prevent any of it from going to waste.
The sound of a car engine revving outside their door jolted her boyfriend out of his reverie and he quickly bolted toward the front door. Tori shook her head. It seemed Harry had arrived.
The sound of the howling winds and the harsh rain filled the living room as Drake opened the door and Tori heard the small commotion from her spot. The idle chatter of their talking reached her ears as they came through the door to the living room and she saw a wrapped package in Harry’s hand.
“We’ll have a one-on-one showdown then,” her boyfriend grinned, punching his friend on the arm who looked at her and smiled. Inadvertently, Tori smiled back.
“Hey Tori,” Harry greeted her with a warm hug. “You look lovely as always.”
Tori smiled at him as her boyfriend went over to the poker table to make sure everything was properly set up. Sighing, she turned to look at him.
“Here, for you,” he said, holding the wrapped package for her. Surprised, Tori looked at him.
“For me?”
Harry nodded. “I won’t be here for your birthday. Have a conference down south for an entire week, so I thought I’d bring your gift today. Happy birthday in advance.”
Smiling gently at him, Tori took the package as Drake came over and looked at it. He whistled when the gift was revealed.
“Balenciaga? You planning on stealing my girl, man?” Drake said with a chuckle as he looked at the box.
Harry simply smiled and looked at the poker table Drake had set up.
“Looking nice,” he commented. Meanwhile, Tori opened the box and her eyes widened as she gazed at it.
“It’s beautiful,” she smiled and looked over at Harry who winked.
“It really is,” Drake said. “Hey, why don’t you change into it? I’m sure you’re itching to try it out.”
Tori looked at him in surprise before she grinned. “You know what? I think I will.”
The two men took their seats at the poker table as Tori darted toward the bedroom.
“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Drake smirked at Harry as he pulled out a box of cards from under the table.
“I think you mean you’re going to lose more money and make me richer than before,” Harry retorted with a laugh from the seat opposite him.
“We’ll see,” Drake chuckled and started shuffling.
In no time, the cards began to fly and the room was filled with friendly banter, laughs, several crude remarks, taunts, and jokes. A better part of an hour had passed and they were so absorbed in their game that they hadn’t even noticed that Tori had not returned yet. It took the sound of the door banging shut for them to look up abruptly and their eyes widened when they saw her.
Looking as refined as sexy, Tori walked forward with a smirk on her lovely face, reveling in their stupefied stares.
It was a black cocktail dress that hung off her shoulders with thin straps that matched the straps of her black bra perfectly. It clung to her curvaceous frame perfectly, reaching her mid-thigh with a little slit on the left. The dress emphasized her natural alluring curves – her full breasts, her slim waist, and as she turned a bit, her pert round arse as well. The front had a deep neckline, plunging just enough to show a glimpse of her cleavage without being overly risqué. With her brown hair flowing down her back in waves with thick strands framing her beautiful face, she looked stunning.
“So? How do I look?” She asked with a wide smirk, which widened at their speechless looks. Chuckling, she walked forward and sat on the chair.
“Fucking hell…” Drake muttered and shook his head to clear it. Meanwhile, Harry looked her up and down and smiled.
“It suits you. You’re beautiful.”
Tori blushed but kept her composure, smiling at him.
“Thank you, Harry. I love it.”
Harry simply nodded with a smile.
“Are you two going to keep staring at me or are you going to even play?” She asked, amused.
“Uh yes… the game… right,” Drake muttered.
It didn’t take long for them to get into the groove once again and Tori watched on. She didn’t understand the rules but was fascinated by the game. Their excitement was palpable as the game went on. Every now and then, either of the two banged on the table in victory while the other groaned. It was interesting.
The game went on, and in no time, a stack of empty bottles was neatly arranged beside the couch. All three of them had drunk aplenty and were in no mood to let it escalate any further. From her place on the couch now, Tori looked over at them, nursing her wine, and her eyes met Harry’s, who had, for the first time in a long while, taken his eyes off the game. Her heart raced at the intensity of his gaze. She had never felt someone look at her like that. Even Harry, who was always respectful and mindful of his boundaries, had never looked at her like that. It sent a sense of forbidden thrill through her and she quickly averted her eyes, blushing.
When she looked back at him after a minute, she saw him throw a stack of chips in the middle, increasing his wager. She didn’t know why she felt a surge of disappointment, or why she wanted him to look at her like that. He was her boyfriend’s friend, for fuck’s sake. She had no business wanting him to look at her like that.
“Oh, overconfident, aren’t we?” She heard Drake chuckle as Harry placed the stack in the middle, who maintained a poker face, not wanting to give away any hint.
Meanwhile, Tori took a few deep breaths to calm herself. It was due to the wine that she was thinking about wanting Harry to look at her like that. There was nothing wrong with her. She felt her heart race when Harry looked at her only because of the wine and not because she wanted him to look at her like that.
However, despite reassuring herself so vehemently in her mind, she could not help but look at him closely, and for the first time since knowing him, Tori started to check him out.
Harry was well-built. Just 6 feet tall with a solid build. He had a very defined face with high cheekbones and unlike her boyfriend, he had a sharper jawline which gave him a more chiseled look. Her eyes traced his face before traveling up to his eyes. His emerald eyes seemed to pierce into one’s soul. She had never seen eyes as deep as those.
By now, Harry had noticed that Tori was staring at him and he gave her a small smile. Tori smiled back. There was nothing wrong with what she was doing. She was simply looking at him like another person. It wasn’t as if she had any wrong intentions. Her eyes went toward her boyfriend who was happily sorting out the pile of chips into neat stacks, a smug smile on his face at having won three rounds in a row. She looked back at Harry and found him taking her in. His eyes traced her curves over this sexy dress and once again, she felt the familiar thrill shoot through her.
“All good?” She asked, clearing her throat and looking toward Drake who turned to grin at her. Honestly, she had little to no interest in who was winning. She needed to do something to break this hold Harry seemed to suddenly have on her.
“He might as well surrender now,” Drake replied before turning to look at Harry. “It’s really not your day, bro.”
Harry snorted. “The night is still very young.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep bringing it on then. Your loss, my gain,” Drake retorted with a smirk before he looked over at his girlfriend. “Another bottle, perhaps?”
Tori sighed and nodded as she got up and walked away toward the kitchen, now distinctly aware of a pair of intense emerald eyes following her figure. As soon as she reached inside, she grabbed the kitchen counter and held herself against it. The feeling of butterflies fluttering about her stomach intensified and she wondered just what was wrong with her. She was used to stares from various males and an odd woman or two, but none had ever managed to have this sort of effect on her. Harry had never looked at her like this, and now that he had, she suddenly found she couldn’t have enough of it. His eyes traveling all over her curves sent a thrum of pleasure through her, and her toes curled as she wondered about feeling him look at her without this lovely dress.
She shook her head furiously. She was getting highly intoxicated, and it was making her think things she shouldn’t be thinking. There was nothing going on. Harry was simply admiring how she looked in the dress he had gifted her. It was the normal reaction whenever you gifted someone – to see how they looked while wearing it. Harry’s reaction was completely normal, and she was seeing too much into it. She knew she was a beautiful woman and that guys checked her out every so often. It was completely normal.
However try as she might, she couldn’t help getting turned on with every passing moment. She tried to suppress it the best she could, reminding herself that in only a few hours she would be alone with her boyfriend who would have one of the best nights of his life.
She quickly grabbed another bottle of wine and heard another shout of joy from her boyfriend. It seemed he had won another round. This made her excited. If Drake was winning this much, Harry won’t be here for too long. He only had so much money to spare, after all. That meant she would soon be alone with her boyfriend and could easily let out this frustration that was slowly building up inside her like a crescendo.
However, she was suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. Harry had started to lose only after he had gotten distracted, and the cause of that distraction was none other than her. A naughty thought occurred to her. If she was the reason why he couldn’t focus on the game, perhaps she could take it up a notch so that their poker session ended as soon as possible.
With a wicked smirk on her beautiful face, Tori entered the room with a purposeful sway of her hips, a bottle of wine held in front of her. Her boyfriend’s back was facing her, and given Harry was sitting right opposite him, he immediately caught sight of her. The look in his eyes made her lower lips tingle and her smirk widened when she saw his eyes follow her every movement. This might be easier than she had thought.
Harry had never looked at her this overtly, and she had always commended his mental fortitude for it. However, now it seemed that seeing her in a dress he had chosen for her had dealt a massive blow to that sturdy mental fortitude.
Drake looked at her once she came into view and she gave him a cheeky smile, placing the bottle on the table and looking at Harry who had now taken his eyes off her. She chuckled to herself.
“How’s the game going?” She asked and deliberately pushed her chair a little bit toward Harry’s. She smirked when none of them noticed the subtle shift.
“Brilliantly,” Drake smirked, looking over at his friend as he did so. “I’m telling you man, you should forfeit already.”
Harry pointedly ignored the taunt.
The lovely brunette smirked and took her seat on her chair when her boyfriend asked her to pour him some wine, his eyes pointedly fixated on the game as if nothing could be more serious in his life. She rolled her eyes.
Glancing at Harry out of the corner of her eyes, she smirked and leaned forward. She knew what she was going to do and her excitement mounted with every passing moment. Leaning over the table even though she didn’t need to, she grabbed the bottle of wine and uncorked it before deliberately pouring it into the glass with much less urgency. The angle was perfect, and she emphasized it by pushing her ass higher, feeling how it pushed against the short dress, displaying her round bubble butt encased in black to Harry. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at him, smirking when she saw him looking out of the corner of his eye. Her ass was barely a foot away from Harry, and he could easily touch her if he wanted.
Tori felt another surge of excitement push through her pussy. She knew the angle was so perfect that he could see what was under that dress – a black lace thong that only covered her privates. She had never done something like this, and she reasoned to herself that it was only because she wanted to distract Harry so that the poker session ended soon and he went back to his place. It was not at all because she felt thrilled to feel his eyes on her, not one bit.
“You want some?” She asked, turning to look at Harry with a wicked smirk on her face, and he flushed, knowing he had been caught staring at something no one other than her boyfriend could see. He forced himself to look her in the eyes and not at the outline of those puffed lips he could see over that black lace thong.
“Uhh no…” he replied after a few moments, “I’m good.”
He was also slightly confused as to why Tori was acting like this. It seemed like she was showing herself to him. Her hands were pressed against the table and her ass was protruding toward him, and there was no way she didn’t know what she was doing. He chanced another glance at her supple rear before looking at her face out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes widened when she smirked to herself and lifted her ass even higher for a second before she turned back toward her seat and settled down, legs crossed and looking too much satisfied with herself.
Yes. She was doing this deliberately.
Why? He had no idea. Tori had never shown herself like this. He knew she detested it when the others stared at her and he had made sure to never do that. Occasional appreciative glances aside, he had never even so much as looked at her with the wrong eye, at least not until tonight. The sight of her in that black dress that he had chosen for her made him feel something he had never felt before, and he could not help but check her out every so often. She looked irresistible, and he just could not help himself.
He knew he was not being very discreet and had already assumed that she had noticed him checking her out. Women had this sense to know when someone was doing it. However, what surprised him was her response to it. Instead of giving him a warning look or giving signals that she was uncomfortable, she seemed to be openly flaunting herself, almost as if she was even more interested than he was. At least that was the message he was getting. To think that she had deliberately shown him what was under that dress he had given her made his manhood lurch. He knew what he would be doing once he got back home.
“Alright, man. Call or fold?”
“Huh?” Harry turned abruptly toward Drake who was smirking at him. His mind was still clouded, and he grabbed a stack of chips and threw them in the middle of the pile. Drake, completely oblivious to what was going on right in front of him, smirked.
Tori smirked to herself at the success of the plan and poured herself a glass of wine, sipping with a smug look on her beautiful face as she relished in her victory.
“No fucking way!” Drake shouted with a disbelieving laugh when Harry placed his cards on the table. “Where the fuck did you pull that from!?”
Tori’s hand paused halfway in the middle of a sip and she quickly put the glass on the table, exclaiming, “You lost!?”
The disappointment in her voice was as genuine as it could be, and it was only because she had gone to such a length to ensure Drake’s victory so that they could be alone as soon as possible. Her lust was spiking with every moment, and the sight of Harry was not helping matters. The thrill of her daring acts also chipped in, making her hornier by the second.
“Only a fluke,” Drake waved his hand dismissively and started shuffling the deck. “It happens sometimes.”
Harry simply chuckled in amusement, having managed to rein his lustful emotions in. He had a game to win. Jerking off to the thought of the lovely vision that was Tori would come later.
As the game went on, Tori’s mind shifted from it and toward what would happen once it did. She started to imagine where she would let Drake take her first. Perhaps on the couch right behind her, or their bed? Maybe even this very poker table on which Harry had gotten his first look at her lace-covered mound? Her arousal kept climbing higher, sending her juices flowing through her pussy. She could feel herself getting hotter and hotter as her toes curled under the table. Involuntarily, she leaned forward so that her lower half was hidden under the table and started to gently touch her pussy under that black dress that Harry had given her. The fabric was so soft to the touch and she could feel it caress her soft skin as it moved against her bare thigh and flat belly.
She was so aroused and wanted this game to end now.
However, it seemed that the game didn’t want to end in Drake’s favor yet. Half an hour had passed and despite Tori giving Harry suggestive glances all the while which she knew he was very much aware of considering he had now started to reciprocate in kind, he had double the number of chips Drake had. Her boyfriend was now starting to show the frustration that had kept him at odds with Harry for years during their school years. It was not helped at all by the smug smile on Harry’s face which showed no sign of receding as the game went on.
Finally, Harry decided to just go for the jugular and threw all his chips into the pile in the middle, surprising Drake.
“Looks like you’re running short, man,” he taunted mirthfully. “You’ll need to buy in more if you want to go on.”
“I’m winning this one here and now,” Drake replied confidently.
“With what?” Harry asked with a laugh. “You’ll have to add to your bet. That won’t cut it.”
He nodded toward Drake’s stack of chips which was indeed much smaller than what Harry had just thrown into the pile. Drake’s confidence in his hand didn’t phase him even a bit.
“You’re not getting my Tesla,” Drake snorted. “Don’t even think about it.”
“You’re winning this one, aren’t you?” Harry asked in amusement. “You just said you’re winning this one here and now. What happened? Bet it if you’re so confident.”
“What about my tickets for this year’s Tomorrowland?”
“Guess what? I already got one for free, just today even,” Harry laughed. “You’re well short, man.”
“What about my gaming system then? The entire thing?”
“Bro, mine is already better than yours. I don’t need that,” Harry snorted.
“Your subscriptions for the next year? I’ll cover it all.”
“You know I don’t watch any of that shit. Would be nothing more than a waste,” Harry replied, shaking his head.
“How about a vintage bottle of French wine? I’m sure I could get one.”
“I already have a few at my place and they are taking too much room in the shelf. I can give you one if you want, for free,” Harry laughed.
Tori listened to it all in shock. To think that Drake was so fluently throwing his possessions in to cover a bet… It must be a considerable sum. She looked at him. His confidence had faded entirely but he was still eager to call.
“I’ll pay you back later, I promise,” Drake tried finally. Harry snorted.
“Remember the last time I agreed to that? Theo still owes me four grands.”
“But I’m not Theo!”
“Sorry bro, not taking the chance,” Harry replied with a shake of his head.
“Fucking hell, is there anything I own that you want!?” Drake asked finally in total defeat, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. A contemplative look came over Harry’s face as he stared at Drake for a moment before his eyes traveled to his lovely brunette girlfriend who stared at the unfolding drama with wide eyes. She saw Harry look at her with a look she had seen so many times over the night already, and her eyes widened. For the first time, she felt apprehensive of how she had been flaunting herself in front of Harry or the suggestive looks she had been giving him, and a sinking feeling pooled in the pit of her stomach as she wondered just what he was thinking about.
“Throw in a blowjob from Tori and that would be enough,” Harry said, looking heatedly at Tori whose jaw dropped before looking at a surprised Drake with a confident smirk on his face. “You said you were going to win it here and now, right? Which means you have the cards to back that claim. Care to put your money where your mouth is?”
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To be continued…
