Watching the World Cup

Olivia was watching football. Kat had decided to have her mates over to watch the world cup, and they’d all turned up with beer and scarves and hats. Olivia wasn’t especially interested, and felt obliged to say something about how it was a shame they weren’t supporting women’s sport more, but then she sat on Kat’s lap and took a beer from someone, and started watching too.

It was Spain and Holland, and even Olivia knew Spain was the current champion, but Kat seemed to think Holland was going to win, and kept telling everyone so, very sure of herself.

“Don’t be stupid,” Olivia told her in the end, because saying your opinion rudely seemed to be part of how you watched football.

“Oh and you’d know, would you?” Kat said.

“Yep,” Olivia said.

Kat said something about overconfidence and weak strikers and holes in their defence and not having any good players any more, and Olivia listened for a while, and then said, “So?”

“So you’re just wrong,” Kat said.

“Well, if you’re so sure, make a bet.”

“A bet?”

“Yep. It’s sports, so make a bet.”

“What, like doing the dishes or something?”

“If you like. Or something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like you get me off out in the hallway,” Olivia said quietly, into her ear. “Right now.”

Olivia could tell Kat was feeling competitive, and when she got competitive, she usually got sexy too. Even so, Kat sat there for a moment, looking up at Olivia, surprised.

“What?” Olivia said, pleased she’d got some kind of reaction. “Are you chicken or something?” Calling people chicken seemed to be part of watching sports, too.

“Not really.”

“So why not?”

“Don’t push me.”

“I’ll push you if I want to. You’re chicken. And I dare you as well.”

Kat grinned. “All right,” she said. “Then yes. But how about, instead out in the hall, the bet’s you go down on me in here,” she said softly. “Right now.”

Olivia looked at her, actually surprised. “What, with everyone still here?”

“Yep.”

“And why me go down on you? Maybe you’ll lose.”

“Nope. You’ll lose. Because you don’t know shit about what you’re talking about.”

Olivia looked at her, slightly annoyed by that. “All right,” she said. “Yes.”

Kat grinned. “You so won’t do it.”

“I fucking will. You know I will.” Olivia was enough of an exhibitionist that she’d tried having sex in front of other people once or twice before. Kat knew that, and knew she wanted to again.

Kat seemed to be thinking about that.

“And these are your mates, really,” Olivia said. “I don’t care what they think of us.”

Kat nodded. “I’m serious, though,” she said.

“I am too.”

Kat didn’t seem sure.

“I am,” Olivia said. “And I’m into this. So if you don’t freak out on me, I’ll actually do this, whether I win or not.”

“You will? You want to?”

“I do. I will.”

“All right,” Kate said, and then they shook. And then Olivia kissed her, so it really counted.

Spain lost.

Olivia had realised she was in trouble fairly quickly, but she sat, a bit horrified, watching anyway. Spain lost badly, and everyone seemed quite happy about that. Kat because of the bet, Olivia supposed, and the rest just because people liked supporting underdogs and seeing winners beaten.

“You don’t actually have to do it,” Kat said quietly, when the game finally ended.

“No,” Olivia said. “I will.”

Kat looked at her, uncertainly. “You honestly don’t have to.”

“I’m going to. Unless everyone runs off.”

Kat shrugged.

“Hey,” Olivia said, but no-one heard her. She reached over and got the remote and muted the post-game waffling from famous former players, or whoever they were. “Hey,” she said again, and everyone looked this time. “Um. So I just made a stupid bet and I have 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. Curious, she thought.

“I’m serious,” Olivia said. “It’s kind of sex. So if you don’t want to be here for that…”

Still no-one moved.

“Okay,” Olivia said, and looked at Kat. “So I guess I am.”

Kat nodded. “I guess you are.”

Olivia tried one last time. “We really are going to,” she said to the room. “So honestly, leave if you don’t want to see us hook up…”

Still no-one moved.

“All right,” Olivia said. “Fuck it, this is on all of you.”

“You really don’t have to,” Kat said again.

Olivia looked around the room, at expectant faces. “I kind of think I do.”

Kat was wearing an old skirt, because she was just around home, which made it a bit easier, at least. Olivia slid off Kat’s knee, and onto the floor. Kat watched her, warily, as if still not quite sure if Olivia was joking. Olivia wasn’t joking. She was absolutely going to lick Kat out. She was going to, and was breathlessly wet herself at the idea, but she still didn’t look around, at anyone else, in case she panicked and changed her mind.

She knelt, and kissed Kat’s knee, and then pushed it to one side, so she could fit between Kat’s legs. She kissed up Kat’s leg, pushing Kat’s skirt up as she went. Kat put her hand on it, almost as if she was going to stop Olivia, but Olivia pushed anyway, and moved Kat’s hand. The room was quiet. Out the corner of her eye, Olivia noticed Kat glance around. She didn’t see who Kat looked at, but she saw Kat’s head turn. Somehow, that sign of Kat’s nervousness was sexy, and Olivia didn’t quite know why.

There was an odd, tense stillness in the room, now.

Olivia kissed the inside of Kat’s thigh, where Kat always got wet and breathless and tingly from being kissed. She kissed, and Kat shivered, and gasped a little. Olivia slid forward, deciding she ought to start quickly, before someone moved or changed their mind. Someone like herself. She pulled Kat’s undies to one side, and opened her mouth over Kat’s pussy. Kat groaned. There were a few murmurs around the room, startled breaths, but taken carefully, as if by people who were desperately trying not to distract Olivia.

Olivia licked Kat. She licked, tasting Kat’s familiar, wonderful taste. She licked, wet herself, excited to be giving Kat head in a roomful of people.

Kat had one hand on Olivia’s head, and the other on her own leg, kind of holding her skirt, trying to keep it down. The skirt was getting in Olivia’s way. Olivia licked, and decided that since she was turned on by the audience, and Kat was probably turned on by the audience, and the audience seemed to be turned on being an audience, they all might as well just admit what she was doing and not worry about the skirt.

She reached up, and moved Kat’s hand. “Stop hiding,” she said. “They’re watching me, they can watch you too.”

Kat bit her lip. She didn’t look around. “They’re only watching your mouth,” she whispered. “It’s really not the same…”

“Whatever,” Olivia said, and pushed Kat’s hand out the way, firmly, then pulled at Kat’s undies until Kat lifted up her hips and let her take them off.

Olivia pushed Kat’s knee up higher, and started licking her faster. She could taste Kat’s familiar taste, a soft wet heat of sexiness on her tongue. She could hear the wet sucky noises her mouth was making, and was fairly sure everyone else must be able to as well. The room was quiet. People were watching. It was sexy, doing this, Olivia thought. She wondered if everyone could smell Kat’s wetness like she could. She wondered if people were jealous, wishing they were involved. Involved, as either her or Kat.

Olivia glanced around. People were staring. She liked that, liked their attention.

She decided she needed to feel something too. Usually, giving head, she’d touch herself. Usually she did, and always had, and she’d never really been embarrassed by it especially, and Kat had probably told her friends Olivia did, anyway, so it wasn’t like it would be news. There wasn’t any real reason to wait, Olivia decided, so she reached down, and undid her jeans, and slipped her hand inside as she licked Kat out.

She licked, and rubbed herself gently, and after a while Kat said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” and came.

She came loudly. She was always loud, all intensely gasping and moany, and she actually seemed worse now. Possibly despite herself, Olivia thought. She sucked gently, like Kat liked her to at the end, and stayed there until Kat finished.

Then she sat up, and said, “See? I told you I would.”

Kat looked embarrassed. She wasn’t horny any more, Olivia supposed, unlike everyone else in the room. Kat wasn’t horny, so now she probably just felt slightly awkward.

“You’re terrible,” she said to Olivia.

“I know,” Olivia said. She still had her hand in her jeans, and was still moving her fingers, slowly.

Kat realized. She looked down. Probably everyone in the room looked down.

Kat grinned, and pretended to sigh. “Well, I suppose I’d better, then…” she said, and pulled Olivia upwards.

She kissed Olivia, and slid her hand where Olivia’s hand been, and rubbed Olivia until she came too, while a roomful of her friends watched.

Then Olivia sat up, and felt a little awkward too.

Suddenly it seemed like everyone felt a bit odd. They all started to say bye, and thanks, and the game was good, and that was too, but really, they ought to go. Relieved, Olivia and Kat let them.

Later, in bed, having sex again, Olivia whispered, “How many of them do you think went right home and got themselves off.”

“Oh stop,” Kat said. “Those are my mates.”

Which Olivia thought was pretty silly, when Kat had just come in front of them all. She didn’t point that out, though.

Kat organized another football party for the next game, to Olivia’s mixed relief and dismay. Olivia was glad what she’d done hadn’t upset anyone, or cost Kat friends, although she was a little nervous about seeing everyone again. Fortunately, they were all too polite to mention what had happened last time, which Olivia was very glad of. She didn’t say anything either, but later, after everyone had gone, she and Kat had sex in the lounge and whispered to each other about the way they’d showed off to Kat’s mates.

 

[There’s another one of these here for the 2015 women’s world cup, too]