“You have four and half minutes to use this,” I said, handing him a condom.  

“I assume you don’t want me to make you a poodle?”

He was calm and deliberate.

I had just bet you I could get laid and be back at the bar before you finished your beer.  It was an old argument, but this time I had to prove it.

The guy seem like the best choice: confident, handsome, and relaxed.  He had just enough hint of being an asshole that I thought he’d do it without thinking too much, but not so much that it would be a waste of a good condom.

“So, what’s the hurry?” he asked.  I looked at my watch.  

“Um, it’s a bar bet,” I said, trying to sound sexy. I was looking down, but somehow I hadn’t noticed that his hand was already on my hip. His hand slid down my jeans to my thigh, then gently back up to touch skin underneath my t-shirt.

“How long do we have now” he whispered, leaning down into me.

“Three minutes and twenty five seconds,” I said, as I looked over to see how much beer you had left.  Just over half a glass.  “More or else.”

“Well, we better hurry then.” He took me by the hand and pulled me through the crowd to a back door I didn’t know existed. He pulled me out the door and into an alley, and he was kissing me before I noticed we had stopped moving.  His lips were warm and soft and he tasted fantastic.  One hand was on my belt buckle and the other held my hands behind my back.

His kisses moved to my neck pushing my shirt down.  He kissed my shoulder then my collarbone, before he pressed his lips between my breasts.  Both hands were now on my jeans, opening and sliding them down at the same time.  He was kissing my stomach with both hands on my hips as he knelt in front of me.  I could feel his breath between my legs and then his lips through the thin cotton of my underwear.  His tongue pushed up against me through the cotton as his fingers gripped my ass.  I leaned my head back against the wall trying to catch my breath, when I felt my underwear slide off my hips and his warm lips press against me.  His tongue was inside me, his mouth pressing into me, opening me, and I was wetter than I had been in years.  His tongue found my clit, pressed hard against it, and I pulled on his hair.  

“Come on tiger, we have two minutes left.”

He was standing and kissing me again, and somehow his cock was out (and covered) and he was pressing against me.  My jeans were tight around my thighs, and while his cock pressed between my legs, he couldn’t enter me.  

“Here,” I said, as I turned around and pressed my hands against the wall, thrusting my ass out towards him.  His fingers slid up my legs, opening the lips of my pussy and then he was pressing into me, sliding inch by inch into my dripping wet cunt.  His hands were on my hips, and I thrust back into him, feeling him slide into me until there was nowhere else to go.  He thrust in and out of me, with one hand wrapped around me rubbing my clit.  

My god, I thought, he’s going to fuck me in two minutes and make me come?  That I wouldn’t have bet on.  

I watched the second hand on my watch as he gripped my waist tighter, thrusting into me, fucking me hard in the dark alleyway, and suddenly I was shaking, and trembling and screaming into the wall as I came.  His thrusts slowed down, he pushed hard into me each time as I shook around him, and I could feel him pulsing inside me.

I took two seconds to catch my breath, then turned and kissed him quickly on the lips.  I pulled my jeans and panties up, then headed towards the door.  I pulled it open, and walked towards the bar.  

I sat down just as you picked up your beer for the last half-inch.  I smiled at you.  You shook your head in disbelief as someone walked up behind me.  

“Hi, I’m Cleetus.  So, um can I buy you a drink?” said a familiar voice.


—Guy New York