The Gambler's Vice (Part 1)

The Gambler's Vice (Part 1)(This story and Laurita the lesbian are part of a competition. The one who gets the best reception considering points in 24 hours will receive continuation) . The one who gets the best reception considering points in 24 hours will receive continuation) Already know what they say, love is today and gone tomorrow... One day you're completely in love, unable to stop thinking about your girl and counting down each minute until the next encounter, and the next day it's like the flame has gone out and she doesn't want to see you again. That same thing happened to me this year, what once was a long-lasting relationship that friends would use as an example ended in a discussion that lasted till late at night with no solution. This is how I entered Tinder for the first time at 20 years old. My more playful friends kept commenting on their experiences with encounters through the app, some little minx, another one who wasn't what she seemed... And the typical one who after a wild night becomes possessive. Since I was in a relationship, I didn't pay much attention to those things but now that my sudden return to hunting has made me think it's a good idea to give it a try. After uploading a few photos and writing the usual boring description, I started working, sliding right as crazy without paying attention to what I was doing. Eventually, I ran out of likes and went to bed with expectations in mind. I woke up in the morning with some likes... Not as many as my excitement led me to believe but something is better than nothing. Scanning profiles, you'd find everything, some chubby girl, another one with a ugly face and another who was acceptable. Two stood out, Martina, one of those huge cuties that you know you're not going to fuck, blonde, petite, perfect tits and ass, all photos with expensive things or in exotic places... Unattainable basically. And the other, Micaela, was the typical young lady copada, brunette with precious face and slender but not anorexic. In the photos she showed up in fairly loose clothing, but seemed to have nice legs. I didn't pay much attention to the descriptions and sent myself straight to the chat with the blonde. I thought... I thought... And kept thinking for several minutes. I could play it cool and send a gif, or simply say 'hello', but since this little thing must get a hundred million messages a day, I wanted to stand out in some way. I kept glued to Martina's empty chat when, surprise, I got a message from Micaela. Holi How adorable. Me- How are you? 🙂 It took me a few minutes to respond. Micaela- Fine, bored... Me, for my part, didn't make myself wait. Me- I'm glad. Well, maybe I can help with that... Micaela- Ah yes? What do you have in mind? Me- I can take you out to eat tomorrow if you want... She took her time responding again, so I left the phone alone for a bit and went to take a bath. When I came out, I saw she had responded. Micaela- I don't know you... Me- We don't know each other here 😉 I made myself charming... Not something I did often but if she rejected me, well... At least I wouldn't get laughed at in the face. Micaela- Hmm... Okay then. I couldn't believe it, one day using this app and already going out with a cute girl. Years of dating lost. Me- Perfect, do you mind if we meet at the shopping entrance at 8? She responded with an upturned thumb emoji and left her number. The night and the start of that day couldn't pass any slower, my excitement about going out with an unknown cutie had me constantly checking the clock, waiting for my hour to arrive... And as time is relative, now I was stuck in long hours of waiting. Luckily, time eventually took pity on my soul and passed, leaving me sitting at 8 pm sharp at the shopping entrance. I waited several minutes until I got a message. Micaela- I'm here! I don't see you... Look up and raise your hand... I looked around until I saw a raised hand and couldn't believe it. Micaela wasn't just a pretty girl, she was beautiful. Unlike her Tinder photos, now she appeared with a tight-fitting jeans that made her legs look sculpted by the gods, still a bit reserved on top (she wore a fitted wool sweater but no cleavage) and her face was even more lovely than in the photos. When I saw her approaching, she realized it was me. Micaela - Hi ha ha. She seemed a little shy. Me - Hi! You look beautiful 🙂 She blushed. Micaela - Thanks jeje. Me - Well, shall we go in? She nodded and we went into the shopping mall. We walked slowly, looking at the store windows and saying little, I was a bit uncomfortable but assumed it was normal for this kind of date. Soon we arrived at the food court. Me - It's all yours, choose where you want to eat. Micaela - Hmmm... Why are you making me choose? She said with a playful annoyance. Micaela - And what if we get McDonald's and eat on the promenade? Besides, the girl is pretty and cheap, how divine. Me - Okay then. We made the take-out order and after a few minutes had it in our hands. The shopping mall was just a couple of blocks from the beach, so the walk with bags didn't become too complicated. When we arrived, we lay down on a little patch of grass on the promenade to eat. Me - Do you study or work or something like that? Micaela - Yes yes... I'm studying communication... And you? Me - I'm studying it too, economics half-heartedly, to be honest. Micaela - Really? And why do you keep at it? She asked while chewing her hamburger. Me - Because the theoretical part has always been very interesting to me... But the practice is kind of boring, to be honest... Not that I don't like it, but it's not the best topic for conversation. Micaela - I understand jajaj... We continued eating in silence, sitting next to each other looking at the ocean. Every now and then she would pull me back a little to see what she was doing. It was noticeable that she wasn't having a super good time, but it seemed like it was turning her on. She looked like she was thinking about something, but it was hard for her to talk until she started smiling almost maliciously and turned to look at me.

Micaela - What sexually excites you?

What? I didn't expect that question, almost choked on the Coke sorbet while she laughed at my reaction.

I - Wow... I didn't expect that... Let's see, what gets me going? One thing that never occurred to me but always liked is the idea of getting it on with a young lady who hates me...

She looked intrigued.

I - But not like using her even if she likes me, I mean, screwing a cutie who hates me too... And that would show in the screwing.

Micaela - Ooooh, I understand...

There was a silence.

I - Another thing that never occurred to me but seems nice is making bets, like I win and you get the Booty or something like that.

Her eyes opened with enthusiasm and she gave me a smile.

I - And what about you?

Micaela - Hmm... I'm more into things like doing it on the pool table... The lifeguard's booth at the beach, stuff like that... I didn't think of things like yours, but that bet thing is nice 😉

If I was surprised she asked me that, I was even more surprised she was so open to my idea. Was she willing to play?

I - Ah yeah? The one who takes the Coke faster wins... If I win, you'll give me a kiss.

Micaela - And if I win?

I - Hmm... You buy me an ice cream.

Micaela - Ha ha! Okay, deal.

She stretched out her hand and I grabbed it, sealing our deal with a squeeze.

We both prepared the Coke Booty cups at an appropriate height for our mouths.

I - Here goes, one... Two... Three! Let's go!

Both of us started sucking on the sorbet, perfectly one of us could have had less liquid than the other but we didn't question it, after a few seconds I got desperate and opened the cup to take it all in one gulp.

Micaela - Hey! That's cheating! I-No no, if you didn't read the fine print it's not my problem. I said with a laugh, she looked at me fulminantly. I- Well, paying. She pretended to complain but knew it didn't make much sense. Micaela- Well, okay... The two of us faced each other and closing our eyes connected our lips. For a few seconds I could enjoy her soft lips, but as if wanting to ruin the moment, an alarm sounded on her cell phone. Micaela- Uh! My bus is passing... Get up, come on. On the way to the stop she looked happier than when the evening started, it's evident that her witty question and the kiss we shared had managed to get rid of a little of our nervousness. Micaela- I... She stretched out my sweater sleeve. I- Yes? Micaela- You would have given me the kiss anyway, we didn't need the bet. I loved that she said that, how adorable it was. I- Ah if so? Jejeje. Micaela- Yes, and I think we should make another better bet... I looked at her with a lot of intrigue. I- If so? And what's this bet about? Micaela- I don't know, but in this one you win, I'll give you a photo in thong...

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