Watching the World Cup [BxG Version]

So this was just trying something because I thought of it, like a weird little experiment, just because.  So this is mostly the same story as this one, but this time with a dude…  omfg like parallel alternate realities and shit!

 

Josh decided to have all his mates over to watch the world cup, and Olivia liked football too, so she watched with them.

It was Spain and Holland, and Josh thought Spain would win, and Olivia usually didn’t point out when he was wrong about things like that, because it seemed a little bitchy. He kept talking about it thought, and she was getting sick of hearing it. She tried to say so gently, once or twice, about how it was a different team to last time, and they were weaker now, but Josh just ignored her, acting like she didn’t follow football too, and that started to get annoying.

“Don’t be stupid,” Olivia said in the end. Because she was annoyed, and because everyone was talking quite firmly, as they disagreed.

“Oh, you’d know would you?” Josh said, a bit meanly, Olivia thought.

“Yep,” Olivia said. “Of course I fucking would.”

Josh started to say something, but he was just wrong. Olivia listened for a moment, anyway, then interrupted and said, “So?”

“So that matters.”

“So it doesn’t.”

“I really think it does.”

“Nope,” Olivia said. “It just doesn’t. So also, I guess, bet?”

He grinned, and nodded. “The usual?” he said.

They made bets about giving each other head, and did it all the time.

“Oh so yeah,” she said. “Absolutely. And also, the loser does it right here.”

“Here?” he said, and looked around at his friends. He seemed a little surprised.

“Yeah in here. Since you’re so annoyingly sure and annoyingly wrong.”

“But here…?”

She grinned. “I will if you will.”

“Oh, I know you will,” he said.

Olivia felt smug. She had enough of an exhibitionist streak she got quite public sometimes. She’d blown him a few times in theatres or at parties, and had always been tempted to be more obvious. Like this.

She stood there looking at Josh, wanting him to say yes. She’d almost meant it as a joke, to make him calm down and admit she was right. She’d begun it that way, unthinking, but now she actually wanted to do it. She desperately wanted to, and was scared Josh would say no. She wasn’t completely sure why, except she supposed competitiveness and sexy might be getting mixed up in her head.

“Please?” she whispered. “For me? I mean, unless that’ll really freak people out?”

Josh looked at her for a moment, then kissed her nose, then grinned. “Fine,” he said. “Why not.”

Olivia held out her hand, and Josh shook it carefully, and then they sat down to watch.

Spain lost. Josh seemed dismayed. Olivia had spent most of the game grinning at him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said, a little nervously.

“Oh I’m sure,” she said. “But we don’t have to if you aren’t…”

“I don’t know,” he said, looking around at his friends.

Olivia was breathless, already wet, and had been for half the game. She was excited she might be going to actually try this. She wanted to be watched.

“I’m really turned on,” she said quietly. “This would really turn me on.”

Josh looked at her, and sighed, and said, “Yeah, okay then.”

“We’d better warn them,” she said, and Josh nodded.

Olivia picked up the remote, and muted the TV, and said, “So, um…”

Everyone looked at her.

“Um,” she said. “So we just made a stupid bet and now Joshie has to pay up. And I’m warning you because it’s kind of dirty, in case anyone wants to, well leave.”

No-one left. They all looked at her.

“I’m serious,” Olivia said. “It’s kind of, well, me getting head. Here. So if you don’t want to be watching that…”

Still no-one moved.

“Okay,” Olivia said, and looked at Josh. “Well.”

Josh shrugged.

“All right,” Olivia said. “I guess we are.”

She was wearing shorts. She decided they were loose enough Josh would be able to with them still on. Just because she was into being watched didn’t mean she wanted them all starting at her pussy. She wasn’t that confident about it, or that she wanted it being seen, even if she’d fuck while people stared at her.

She sat down, and said, “Come here,” and had her hand ready to pull the shorts sideways.

Josh understood, because they’d done this enough before. He knelt, and kissed her mouth, and seemed about to get all romantic. She grinned, and pushed him downwards and said, “Um, really don’t worry. I’m fine.”

He grinned, and bent right down. He seemed to be getting interested in this too.

She pulled the shorts aside, and felt like she was bare. “Is that enough?” she said.

“Just take them off.”

“Um, no way.”

He looked up. He looked around the room. She did too, at all his friends’ expectant faces. “Seriously,” he said. “You’re going to do this, while they watch, but not take those off?”

She nodded. “Yep.”

“Oh,” he said, and some of his friends looked disappointed.

“Come on,” she said. “Stop mucking around.” She moved her knee, and pulled him closer, and he let her, and slowly licked her.

She closed her eyes when she felt his tongue. She was fairly sure she moaned. Then she felt silly, making noises like that, and thought she’d better stop. She opened her eyes, and looked around, at all the guys watching. Every one of them seemed enthralled by her, so maybe noises were okay.

She moaned some more, and was only half pretending, and they all stared at her. Josh licked her out, and she lay there and looked at faces, and was so excited she couldn’t think. She was being seen. Watching people watch her. Knowing they were, as she got licked out. She kept one hand on Josh’s head, steering him like she usually did. She kept the other on her shorts, making sure they didn’t slip too much.

She was close. It was startlingly fast, far more quickly than usual. She was close. She looked at faces. She felt Josh’s mouth against herself.

She came. She gasped, and came, and felt its hot flood inside herself. She might have moaned some more, quite embarrassingly, but she wasn’t really sure. She finished, and couldn’t think, except how there was a room full of people. She pushed Josh off herself, and straightened her shorts. Then she pulled Josh up and kissed him, and then sat there, looking at the room.

“Okay,” she said. “Well.”

There was a slightly stunned silence. Olivia felt it as well. A slightly stunned, embarrassed silence.

No-one knew where to look or what to do.

It was her fault, she thought. She ought to try and fix it.

She picked up her beer, and sipped it, and said, “So I guess you all want to come back for the next game?”

 

Part two here.