The Bet — Who Can Make Him Cum First

Mia and I had been roommates for two years, best friends for longer. We'd always been competitive — grades, sports, who could hold their liquor longer. So when we both admitted we had a crush on the same guy — Kyle from 3B, the one who always held the elevator — it was inevitable that things would get... interesting.

"Bet I could make him cum faster than you," Mia said one night, three glasses of wine in.

"You're on. Loser takes the smaller bedroom."

"Deal."

We didn't plan to do it at the same time. But when Kyle came over two nights later to return a borrowed HDMI cable, and we were both in crop tops and tiny shorts, and the wine was flowing again... things escalated.

One minute we were all sitting on the couch watching a movie. The next, Mia leaned over and kissed him. Then I kissed him. Then he was looking between us like he'd won the lottery.

"Is this... actually happening?" he asked.

"Oh, it's happening," Mia said.

"The bet's still on," I added under my breath.

"What bet?"

"You'll find out."

We took him to the bedroom. Mia pushed him onto the bed and straddled his face while I pulled off his jeans and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned into Mia's pussy while I sucked him — and I was competitive, so I pulled out every technique I knew. Tongue swirls. Deep throat. The twist-and-pull that always made my ex scream.

But Mia was competitive too. She was grinding on his face, her head thrown back, her moans loud enough that the neighbors probably heard. "Fuck, Kyle, your tongue — right there —"

His hips were thrusting into my mouth. I could tell he was getting close. I slid a finger lower, pressed against his taint, and sucked harder.

"Oh fuck—" He pulled out of my mouth, gasping. "I need a second or I'm gonna—"

Mia climbed off his face. "No, no. Let's make this fair."

We switched. Mia went down on him while I sat on his face. The competition dissolved somewhere along the way — his tongue was too good, Mia looked too hot bobbing on his cock, and I was too turned on to keep track of who was winning.

Eventually, he flipped me onto my back and entered me while Mia kissed me from the side. I've never felt anything like it — his cock filling me, her tongue in my mouth, his thumb on my clit. I came within seconds, screaming into Mia's mouth.

Then he moved to Mia — same position, same intensity — and I watched her fall apart on his cock, her face contorted with pleasure. When she came, she grabbed my hand.

He finished between us, stroking himself until he came across both our stomachs with a groan that was almost a roar.

"So," he said, breathing hard, "what was the bet?"

"Honestly," Mia said, "I think we both won."

He agreed. And the HDMI cable was never returned.