The Pool Bet — My First Blowjob

Mallorca. Heat. No rules.

Nineteen-year-old Vanessa is shy, inexperienced, and cursed with a mouth far too bold for her own good. When she agrees to a dangerous bet during a vacation in Spain, boredom suddenly turns into a scorching challenge that pushes her closer to her limits than she ever intended.

Between blazing sunshine, cool pool water, and a growing sense of forbidden curiosity, Vanessa has to decide whether to back out—or surrender to an adventure that will change her first oral experience forever.

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I had always thought that lies, through sheer nastiness, had the power to set things in motion that were almost impossible to stop once they got going. Or schemes, which by their very nature were often driven by deceit and malice. Even unnecessary, poorly thought-out rules, procedures, and regulations were notorious for triggering things no one could truly foresee. But as I learned firsthand, there was something with even more power: boredom.

That’s right! Boredom! The dull inability to turn your time into something fun and worthwhile. When you’re bored, it’s important to break out of your rut as quickly as possible. To give yourself an imaginary slap across the face and make the most of the day. Get up. Go somewhere. Experience something, create something, or at least fill the hours with something meaningful. Well, that’s something I’m not particularly good at. Whenever I get bored, I hit a dead end. I become lazy. And as I always say, “Lazy comes first, stupid comes next.”

My name is Vanessa, and this is the story of how boredom led me to accept a bet that presented me with a completely new challenge. Yes, a true story. But see for yourself.

I was nineteen years old. A shy little wallflower. A virgin. A textbook late bloomer. Everything I knew about sex came secondhand. From movies and books, as well as the steamy stories my friends told me—all of whom had already experienced more than I had ever dared to dream about. Yes, I was the only virgin in our group, and knowing myself, I probably would be for quite a while longer.

Well, I was shy. At least when it came to sex. Kind of uptight. I was afraid of the loss of control that, in a way, came with taking off my clothes. No one believed me. That was because I had an incredibly dirty, impulsive mouth. Filthy jokes? Totally my thing. Juvenile lines like “I’m into big dicks” or “I only fuck guys who are taller than me” were just a few of my frequently quoted standards. Reality, however, looked very different. I had never seen a big dick up close. And I was about as far removed from having sex with tall men as a certain North Korean dictator was from winning the Nobel Peace Prize.

Unfortunately, my mouth hadn’t gotten the memo. So it kept running. It spoke faster than my lousy brain could stop it. And that was how, on a scorching day in Mallorca, I talked myself into trouble, and then some.

My parents had rented a finca with some friends. Somewhere near Cala Millor. Scorching countryside, sunbaked sandstone, dried-out shrubs, drunken Germans, and suffering Spaniards. Somewhere in the middle of it all stood our temporary home: a walled property with small olive trees, a beige house with a red-tiled roof, and a rectangular pool overlooking the coastline.

And I was floating in that pool. Cooling my body, limp from the heat, while everyone else had gone on an outing toward the town center. My parents, my brothers, their friends and their children, all gone. Only I was still there, and bored. Why hadn’t I gone with them? No idea. Probably some lingering aftereffect of puberty, which I should have outgrown long ago, and the resulting lack of motivation to do anything.

The longer I was alone, the drearier the day seemed. I floated on my back, watching the lizards scaling the wall of the house and the few white clouds silently making their way across the sky. The water, which smelled faintly of chlorine, gently washed over my cheeks and dark hair. Suddenly, something ice-cold struck my stomach, and I screamed.

“What the...”

I looked around in alarm, initially expecting to see a bird that had dropped its slimy shit on me, but there wasn’t one. Only when something cold hit me a second time did I notice a shadow moving behind one of the ground-floor windows of the finca.

“Hey!” I shouted, paddling with my arms until I managed to stand. The water reached just above my belly button and rippled away from me in concentric circles. “What the hell was that?!”

At first, nothing happened where I had seen the shadow. Then mischievous laughter rang out, and a young man appeared in the window frame, a tiny neon-green water gun in his hand.

“Yoshi? What are you doing here?”

I was completely baffled. After all, I had been certain that everyone except me had left the property and headed into town. The son of one of my dad’s buddies was the last person I had expected to find inside the finca.

The young man, who was just over twenty, casually climbed through the window and landed barefoot on the scorching tiles. His tanned face twisted as he tried not to show how much the heat hurt. I laughed.

“Hot, huh?”

Yoshi—whose real name was Johann, though he hated it and preferred going by the name of the green video-game dinosaur—hurried toward the pool. As soon as he reached it, he cooled his feet in one of the half-evaporated puddles around the edge. His expression relaxed instantly, and before he deigned to explain himself, he fired another series of fine jets of water at me.

“Hey!” I squealed, turning away as shot after shot pestered my shoulders and back. He burst out laughing again, and I shot him an angry glare.

“Keeping it chilled paid off,” he chuckled. “I always keep a water gun in the fridge for moments like this.”

“Asshole,” I grumbled, preparing to serve up my revenge in the form of chlorinated pool water. He only laughed harder, raised a hand to shield his eyes, and waited for my attack to end. Then he pulled his white T-shirt over his head and launched into a dive.

Yoshi entered the water barely three feet away from me and glided through the pool like a dolphin before breaking the surface on the opposite side. But I could play dirty too, and he had barely rubbed the water from his eyes when I caught up with him. I threw myself onto him, wrapped my arms around his neck from behind, and let my entire, admittedly modest, weight fall backward. At first, Yoshi managed to remain upright, although he staggered. But when I dug an index finger into his sensitive side and tickled him, he gave in, and we both went under.

We continued wrestling for a while until we slowly grew tired and eventually agreed to a truce. While he hauled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool with only his legs dangling in it, I leaned my upper body over the side, half supporting myself on my elbows. Most of my body remained below the surface. I didn’t miss the way Yoshi studied me, or how his gaze lingered far too long on my submerged ass.

“So why are you actually here?” I asked, trying to steer him into an explanation. “I was kind of hoping to be alone for a while.”

He chuckled mischievously. “You seemed to be laughing quite a lot during our fight for someone who wanted to be alone.”

I gave a deliberately casual shrug. This time, I was the one looking him over. The first thing I noticed was his arms, which were considerably more tanned than his torso. Yoshi often kept his shirts on, even by the pool, no matter how hot he got. That habit had left him with obvious tan lines that made him look a little ridiculous. Fortunately, his visible muscle definition made it easy to overlook that minor flaw. His biceps were solidly shaped, and his chest made it clear that Yoshi knew what the inside of a gym looked like. When our eyes suddenly met, I glanced away, caught in the act.

“You should work out more,” I muttered in self-defense, even though it wasn’t true. But that was me. Mouthy. Especially when I didn’t know what else to do. A trait that had gotten me into trouble more than once.

“Don’t always be so mean,” he replied sourly. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

I laughed out loud and nodded toward the green water gun, which lay glistening wet at the edge of the pool, evidence of his crimes. He winked at me.

“But seriously,” he added after a brief pause in which little could be heard besides the splashing and rushing of the filtration system. “I work out a lot.”

“At the gym?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Not just that. I play soccer and tennis too. I thought you knew that.”

Something about that rang a bell, and I immediately became annoyed with myself for having forgotten those details. Once again, my smart-ass mouth took over automatically. “I just don’t really care. Soccer is stupid.”

He glared at me and looked offended. So I doubled down.

“It can’t be that hard. Running and kicking. Chasing a ball the whole time.”

“There’s a little more to it than that,” he said, trying to defend his sport. “If you take the game seriously, it’s a lot more than just mindlessly booting a ball around.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you have to control your body and combine several things. Athleticism and coordination. Endurance and strength. Talent and practice.”

I realized I had hit a sore spot, and the boredom spreading through me sensed its chance for a little excitement.

“Bullshit,” I challenged him with a grin. He looked offended at first, but seemed to realize I was provoking him. “I seriously doubt you have much stamina. How far does a soccer player run? Seven and a half miles in a game? That’s not that much, is it?”

“Have you ever run seven and a half miles? While constantly changing pace? With irregular sprints and everything else?”

I gave a nasty little shrug. “Probably a few times.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’d prove it to you, but I didn’t bring any running shoes.”

Yoshi laughed and flung a wave of water at me. I had to summon every ounce of self-control not to shriek like a little girl. He studied me critically, but then his expression cleared and a broad smile spread across his lips. “There are other ways to test endurance,” he mused aloud. “We could turn it into a competition.”

My heart gave a small jolt as my manufactured bravado gradually found itself facing a real danger. But I couldn’t back down. “How?”

“Well,” he began to explain. “An endurance athlete has a greater lung capacity. They’re able to get much more out of a single breath than someone who isn’t trained.”

I thought about his words, but I still couldn’t figure out what he was getting at. “And?”

“We could compare our endurance with an underwater breath-holding contest. Whoever manages to stay underwater longer wins the argument.”

My heart stumbled again, and I bit my lower lip. That was what I got for running my mouth. There was no backing out now. At least, that was my first thought. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t think so,” he laughed. “You’re not going to chicken out, are you?”

It was his laughter, combined with the smug grin on his face, that finally forced me to react. “Chicken out? Don’t be ridiculous. I just feel sorry for you.”

His laughter grew louder. Once again, he splashed water at me. “Sorry for me?”

“Sure. I’m going to prove to you that soccer has no direct effect on lung capacity.”

I giggled. It was difficult to keep the sound from coming across as fake. Because I knew I didn’t stand a chance against him. That he was trained and I wasn’t. This would have been a good moment to give up. I could have admitted that he was right, and that I had only been trying to provoke him. But, as always, my mouth had other plans.

“You don’t stand a chance. But first, I want to know what I get if I win.”

He tilted his head. “You actually think you will?”

“Of course. So? Any suggestions?”

He shrugged. “Pick something. If you win, you get one wish.”

I genuinely thought about it, even though I didn’t believe I would win. “We’re going shopping. In Palma. And you carry everything for me. All afternoon.”

He gave an amused grunt and nodded immediately. “Deal.”

I realized he had agreed so quickly because he didn’t believe I would win anyway. Asshole. My lips continued the conversation, even though I would have preferred to sink beneath the water and never come back up. “And what do I have to do if you win?”

I gave a fake laugh, as though the idea were utterly absurd, but even I knew it sounded pathetic. Yoshi’s expression turned nasty. As if the devil himself had slipped into his face and taken control.

He nodded toward his legs. At first, I didn’t understand the gesture, but his words opened my eyes. “I want a blowjob. And a damn good one.”

My stomach clenched. Something churned inside me, and my mouth instantly went dry. “A what?”

“You heard me,” he sneered. “A blowjob. Right here by the pool.”

“You’re disgusting,” I replied honestly. His demand was brazen. Shameless. Outrageous. And the grin on his face remained firmly in place.

“It shouldn’t matter to you,” he countered. “You’re going to win anyway, aren’t you? A hobby soccer player like me doesn’t stand a chance against you, right? So the stakes shouldn’t bother you.”

He had trapped me. I was in checkmate. This was what I got for running my mouth.

My thoughts immediately drifted away, and I pictured myself with his cock in my mouth, sucking on it. But it was only fantasy. I was a virgin. I had never had sex or even seen a man’s penis up close. Let alone had one in my mouth. Yoshi seemed to sense what I was thinking.

“Have you ever even given anyone a blowjob?”

My dear mouth beat my brain to it. “Sure. Lots of times. I know what I’m doing.”

I hate myself.

“So what’s the problem? You’re going to win. You’re sure of it. I’ll probably never find out how experienced you really are.”

His face immediately gave away the lie without even attempting to hide it.

I was trapped in a dead end. I couldn’t back out now; my pride wouldn’t allow it. Nor could I escape sideways. Only the return of our fellow vacationers could have saved me at that moment, but they would be gone for quite a while. That left only one way forward, straight toward my downfall. So I nodded, knowing I would have to put every damn ounce of effort I had into the competition. Who knew? Maybe he would get off to a bad start. And I would have a good one. A combination that might give me an advantage...

“Great. I’d say we go under together. Whoever comes back up last wins. Which will obviously be you.”

“Sounds good,” I lied. Yoshi slowly lowered himself into the water and headed toward the center of the pool. Once he got there, he called me over. I sighed, pushed away from the edge, and joined him.

My heart was racing, and something heavy had settled on my chest. He, on the other hand, was practically devouring me with his eyes, and I thought I could see that he was especially interested in my lips. I swallowed nervously.

“On three?”

“One second,” I replied, taking several deep breaths in and out as though this final, desperate maneuver could dramatically increase my lung capacity. When I finally realized how pointless it was, I nodded. He started counting down. The situation suddenly felt so ridiculous that I couldn’t help grinning. When he reached “one,” I almost missed the start. I sucked as much air as possible into my lungs, puffed out my cheeks, and pressed my lips tightly together—and then the water welcomed me.

I sank down, just like Yoshi, who was only a couple of feet in front of me. Our eyes met, and even without goggles, I could tell that he was watching me with interest.

The sounds changed. I heard tiny bubbles rising toward the surface. Heard the muffled rush of the filtration system and the movements our hands made. I closed my eyes. Focused and tried to bring my body to complete stillness. Excitement and movement used oxygen, something I desperately wanted to avoid. And yet my thoughts were racing. I cursed silently and wished I weren’t always so mouthy and presumptuous. At that moment, I swore I would find a therapist. One who could cure me of this bad habit. Spoiler alert: I never did.

Time passed. I opened my eyes and saw that Yoshi was holding his breath with such ease, it might have been his greatest passion. All at once, I felt desperate for air. If I could have sweated at that moment, I would have. Time was running out.

I don’t want to lose!

But the seconds were my enemies. They passed without mercy, punching me again and again while apparently leaving Yoshi alone. Desperately, I looked up toward the surface, where the sun shone brightly above the water. Breathe, I thought, and my lungs began to burn. Damn it!

My desperation made me reach out. I grabbed Yoshi’s arm and tried to force him to surface by playing dirty. I pinched his skin and tickled his armpit. He moved and fought me off, but he remained underwater. Unlike me. My survival instinct took control. I couldn’t stop it. Only a moment later, it was over. I broke through the boundary between wet and dry, greedily gasping in the precious oxygen.

I staggered slightly. Turned halfway away from the scene, which was good, because I didn’t want to watch my opponent surface in victory. But I heard him, and that wasn’t much better. Especially when his cackling reached me and sent heat rushing into my face.

“Having an off day, huh?” he roared, giving my shoulder an encouraging pat. “Happens to everyone. We both know you can last much longer than that.”

“Asshole,” I shot back at his mockery, turning toward him. He slowly shook his head.

“Not today.”

I didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

He smirked. “I’m not jerking off today. Did you forget? The stakes?”

I froze solid. Now that he had said it aloud, my defeat became official. A shiver ran through me.

Yoshi swam to the edge of the pool, hauled himself out of the water, and sat down with a splash. Just as he had a few minutes earlier, his legs dangled in the water and created small waves that spread in widening circles. I remained completely still while my heart pounded violently. Only when his waves gently washed against my stomach did I snap out of my paralysis. I planted my hands on my hips and tilted my head. I desperately hoped the pose radiated confidence and composure.

“Do you want to pay up now, or later when everyone else is back?”

“Ha ha,” I replied defiantly, involuntarily imagining my family and the rest of the group watching while I did certain things to Yoshi’s penis. Something churned in my stomach at the thought, and goose bumps spread across my skin. I could hardly believe I had maneuvered myself into this situation. And yet there he sat, a young man grinning broadly and ready to collect his reward.

“Why are you hesitating?” he asked. He sounded amused, his voice a challenge in itself. He doesn’t think I’ll actually do it, echoed through my mind. He thinks I’m scared. Well, those thoughts weren’t exactly wrong. I was scared. Not because I was afraid of penises or men. Nonsense. I was as mature as anyone could possibly be and ready to finally be claimed by some gallant knight. The fact that I was still a virgin at my age was the biggest joke of all. It simply hadn’t happened yet, but that was another story. This was about a blowjob. If everything my girls had told me countless times was true, sucking dick was child’s play and really nothing terrible. I sighed.

“Why am I hesitating? Because you’re ugly!”

Yoshi looked wounded and pouted. But his grin quickly returned. “It doesn’t matter how attractive you find me. The bet is what counts. So?”

Instead of taking a step toward him, I continued to hesitate. My pulse quickened because I realized I had reached a threshold. There were only two directions: forward or back. Suck him or run away. But backing down wasn’t my style. My smart mouth had gotten me into so many difficult situations in the past that I was used to dealing with the consequences.

I took a deep breath. Then let it out again. Finally, I crossed the threshold and started moving. I felt the cool water flowing around my legs.

“I didn’t expect you to actually do it,” Yoshi admitted when I stopped barely two feet in front of him. My gaze slid from his face down between his legs, where his wet, glistening swim trunks concealed the thing causing me such stomach pain. I stepped closer and managed to suppress the nervous trembling in my hands only with great effort. The closer I got, the farther he spread his thighs, as though opening himself to me. When my big toe bumped against the pool wall, I stopped and looked up at him. I forced a cheeky grin onto my face, but he seemed to see right through it.

“Just so we’re clear...” he began slowly, his voice soft. “If you don’t want to do this, just say so. I’m not forcing you to go through with it. It was only a stupid bet.”

I hissed at him. “Why would I back down? Do you think I’m scared?”

His concerned expression transformed into something hungry. “You’re a daredevil, aren’t you?”

I glared at him.

“You hide behind that smart mouth of yours. But seriously, have you ever sucked anyone’s dick? Somehow, I don’t believe you...”

As if to prove him wrong, I boldly placed one hand on his crotch. I wanted to demonstrate power and confidence, but instead, I found something hard that nearly made me lose my composure. It took every ounce of effort I had not to squeal like a hormonal teenager when I touched a hard penis for the first time in my life, even with a layer of fabric in between.

“Dude, do you have a hard-on?” I laughed, pretending to be amused. He tilted his head and gave me a pitying look.

“Well, what do you think? I’ve got fireworks coming my way.”

He nodded down at himself, signaling that it was finally time for me to pay up. I swallowed again, which felt more than a little strange in combination with what my hand was still touching.

“Fireworks,” I murmured, barely audible. “You’ll see.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

I had to own my mistake. I had to go through with it. And hey, part of me wanted to. Yoshi wasn’t exactly my best friend, but he was okay. Neither stupid nor ugly. There were probably worse ways to lose your oral virginity. So I gathered my courage. Untied the drawstring at the waistband of his swim trunks. Then I pulled apart the fabric held together by Velcro.

I held my breath and looked with growing curiosity at what was sitting inside his shorts, not particularly shy and hard as a rock. I grinned. So there it was, Yoshi’s penis. Brownish, smooth, hairless, which I really liked, and marked by a small vein that visibly snaked its way up the shaft.

I couldn’t tell whether it was big or small. I lacked the experience. But once I had pulled his swim trunks far enough aside for the whole thing to lie exposed, I was impressed. When I was younger, I had always imagined dicks as something threatening. Something powerful, obscene, some ridiculously glorified sex toy. But in the end, a penis was only a body part. Not a weapon. At least that was true for the specimen being offered to me at that moment.

Now my curiosity won out over my reservations, and I reached out. Carefully wrapped my hand around the warm shaft, as though I were afraid I might damage it. But his penis was so hard that I probably couldn’t have broken it even with both hands. When I finally pulled the foreskin back a little, the delicate head appeared, making me smile.

“You look like you’ve never seen a dick before,” Yoshi laughed, his voice slightly deeper than it had been a moment earlier.

“Bullshit!” I lied quickly. “It’s just so small. That’s why I’m grinning.”

I looked up just in time to see him roll his eyes in annoyance. “Say whatever you want. You can’t hurt my feelings.”

Point to him. He was confident about what he had.

“Get started already, blowjob expert. I want to know what that smart mouth of yours can really do.”

I punched him lightly in the hip with my free hand. With the other, I rubbed his pride and joy. Not quickly, but slowly. First, I had to understand and learn how far I could go without hurting him. Apparently, though, Yoshi liked what I was doing. He moaned softly and closed his eyes, which created an unexpected tingling inside me. All at once, I realized that for the very first time in my life, I was giving another person sexual pleasure, and that thought encouraged me to take the next step.

I brought my head closer to Yoshi’s hips. Drew a rush of air in through my nose, as though I actually expected to smell his penis. Suddenly, I was so close to him that not even a hand would have fit between my face and his shaft.

And now? Just put it in my mouth? And then what?

“Last chance,” he whispered. “You can still stop... and admit you were all talk."

“Shut up,” I replied and opened my mouth. Not wide, but enough to make my intentions perfectly clear. And then it happened: my upper lip touched the head.

Yoshi’s penis twitched at the contact, and a bolt of electricity seemed to shoot through my body as well. My pulse went through the roof, and I suddenly felt like a child doing something terribly forbidden. But I kept going. Refused to let my uncertainty defeat my rapidly growing curiosity, opened my lips farther, and took his penis into my mouth.

As my lips closed around the warm shaft, I immediately felt the life inside it. My tongue, tentatively pressing against the penis, tasted the familiar flavor of chlorinated water and salt, and I was grateful for that. In my nightmare scenario, a dick tasted like piss and ball sweat, but luckily, Yoshi was a well-groomed specimen of his species. I had to admit that I liked the feeling of fullness in my mouth.

I got to work. Raised and lowered my head in short strokes and discovered what I had been denied all these years. His penis slid over my tongue, pressed against my lips, and the more often I repeated the motion, the wetter everything became. Eventually, a sucking sound emerged and blended with the moans of the man in front of me.

Yoshi placed one hand on my head and forced me into the rhythm he wanted. At first, that annoyed me because it had to mean I wasn’t doing a good job, but that feeling changed quickly the more I thought about it. In the end, I accepted that in this duo, I was the one learning and had no experience to fall back on. I let him move my head back and forth. First with one hand, then with both, his fingers digging firmly into my hair.

Thanks to Yoshi’s guidance, I understood that I needed to take him deeper. Not just in short strokes, but as far as I could without running into trouble myself. My head rose and fell. His dick slid through my mouth like a greased hot dog. I felt the soft foreskin, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, and the smooth head living inside it.

The water around us seemed to boil. I managed to tune out the world and focus entirely on the thing in my mouth. If my family and the rest of the group had returned at that moment, I wouldn’t have noticed. But that didn’t matter. I didn’t know any better then, but it seemed as though I was doing a pretty good job. That thought solidified when Yoshi’s hands suddenly disappeared, as though they were satisfied with what they had accomplished.

Was I turned on? Of course! Very much so. I almost regretted never having had any intimate contact with men at the pool before that moment. But I could think about that later. What I did know for certain was this: if it hadn’t been for the pool water, it would have been painfully obvious how wet I was between my legs. The tingling inside me had reached an intense level, and I almost wished Yoshi’s dick weren’t only wreaking havoc inside my mouth...

I picked up speed. Sucked him faster and deeper, which nearly got me into trouble. It took every ounce of effort I had to suppress a gag, though Yoshi, who was suddenly moaning louder and louder, probably wouldn’t have heard it anyway.

My lips grew warmer, thanks to the friction. My mouth was wetter than it had ever been before. And I was happy. Aroused. Insanely horny. It was simply fun. I could almost have kept going forever, but then something changed.

Yoshi’s hands returned. They held my head so tightly it almost hurt and assisted me in my work. By the time I understood why he was doing it, it was too late. With a sudden primal cry, he came in my mouth. I flinched and opened my eyes wide as hot goo filled every bit of space inside me.

I spat out his penis and pulled back slightly. Then I gagged, after all, while semen ran over my lips and dripped into the pool. Inside my mouth, disgust and arousal fought a fierce battle. Salt mixed with something that tasted like nutmeg. It was bitter and mild at the same time.

Dozens of emotions and thoughts exploded inside my head while my tongue and palate struggled with the alarming new experience. Do I have to swallow this stuff? I wondered. I tried to force myself to do it. But in the end, the sheer volume of his load won, and I was forced to spit it out.

The white liquid splattered onto the surface and quickly sank into the blue, leaving milky strands behind. I shuddered and glared angrily at Yoshi. He, on the other hand, wore a blissful expression, full of relaxation and ecstasy.

“You could have warned me,” I hissed, splashing a wave of water in his direction. “That was disgusting!”

He laughed and waved it off. “I thought a professional like you could handle it.”

“Oh... fuck you!”

I wasn’t truly angry with him. My anger was really just a way of preserving the protective shield I had been forced to lower considerably during my first sexual experience.

“I’d much rather fuck you,” Yoshi shot back cheekily, splashing water at me in return.

“As if,” I dismissed, startled, because I hadn’t expected that confession. And yet sex with Yoshi was completely out of the question, absolutely, completely out of the question. A blowjob was okay, but I wasn’t willing to give up my actual virginity so easily.

“We could always bet on something else. What do you think? I can imagine quite a few possibilities.”

The taste of semen still ruled my mouth, and I imagined a coating forming over my teeth and tongue. I urgently needed something to drink. Preferably something alcoholic. Wine or vodka. The latter would help disinfect everything.

I turned around and waded toward the steps that would take me out of the pool and quickly into the finca.

“A race for your pussy? Or a drinking contest for your ass?”

I clenched my hands into fists and cursed that asshole, but in a way, I deserved it. I had gotten myself into this mess and had been forced to deal with the consequences. And yes, somehow, it had been hot too. I had to admit that.