The Bet I Was Happy to Lose

Rain lashed against the window of the little café like it was trying to break in. We were tucked in the farthest corner, where the only light came from a soft yellow lamp above our table. I, Alex, could already feel her knee slowly rubbing against mine under the table.

“Alright, patient,” she whispered, leaning closer. “You lost the bet, so now I get to hit on you as much as I want. And you don’t get to complain.”

Nurse Lena grinned so mischievously that my mouth went dry. Her white blouse was unbuttoned just enough that I could see her breasts rise and fall. She’d won that stupid bet about who could set up an IV faster, and now she was savoring her victory. Her fingers slid under the table and lightly traced the inside of my thigh.

“Lena, there are people here…” I started, but she just laughed softly and bit her lip.

“You think I’m gonna be shy? You said yourself: ‘If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me.’ So here we go.”

Her palm landed confidently between my legs, right on my already hardening cock. I flinched, but she just squeezed harder through the fabric of my pants.

“Whoa,” she breathed, “already hard. You give up fast, Alex.”

I glanced around. Besides us, there were only three other customers in the café, and they were all by the window, glued to their phones. The rain was getting louder, creating a perfect sound barrier. Lena didn’t wait. She unzipped my pants in one smooth motion and slipped her warm hand inside.

“Lena… fuck…” I hissed as her fingers wrapped around my cock and slowly stroked up and down.

“Quiet, patient,” she teased. “Or Nurse will have to give you a shot right here. Want one?”

She leaned in even closer, her lips almost touching my ear. I could smell her skin—a mix of hospital antiseptic and sweet perfume. Her hand moved more confidently, her thumb circling and spreading a drop of moisture over the head. My hips pushed up into her touch instinctively.

“Let me do you too…” I started, but she cut me off.

“No. Tonight, I’m the one hitting on you. You just sit there and take it. Or you can moan, but keep it quiet.”

Lena suddenly stood up, checked the room, and when she was sure no one was watching, she quickly sat down on my lap, facing me. Her short skirt rode up, and I immediately felt her hot, wet slit through her thin panties. She pressed her whole body against me, her heavy tits pushing into my chest.

“Can you feel how wet I am?” she whispered against my lips. “I’ve been thinking all day about how I was gonna tease you.”

I slid my hands under her skirt, grabbed her firm ass, and pulled her closer. Lena let out a soft moan as my cock, now completely free from my pants, pressed against her soaked slit. She started moving her hips slowly, grinding up and down, not letting me inside.

“Lena… stop torturing me…” I breathed.

“Oh, does the patient want the nurse to cure him with her hot little pussy?” She giggled, but her voice was already shaking with need.

I couldn’t take it anymore. In one move, I pushed her panties aside and slid into her to the hilt. Lena gasped sharply and dug her fingers into my shoulders. Her pussy was incredibly hot and tight, clenching around my cock with every movement.

“Oh… so deep…” she whispered into my neck. “Fuck me slow… I want to feel every inch.”

I started moving beneath her, holding her ass tight. Each thrust made her whimper softly. The table creaked slightly in rhythm, but the rain outside drowned everything out. Lena pressed her face into my shoulder to keep from moaning too loud.

“Faster… no, slower… god, Alex, you’re gonna make me come…” she mumbled, biting my earlobe.

I picked up the pace, feeling her walls pulse around me. Suddenly she tensed up, her breathing ragged.

“I’m gonna… don’t stop…” she gasped.

Her body trembled, her pussy clamped down hard, and I felt her juices run down my cock. Lena came silently, just biting down hard on my shoulder through my shirt. I followed almost immediately—hot streams of cum shooting deep inside her. We froze, breathing heavily.

After a moment, she didn’t rush to get off. She just wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her cheek to mine. The rain was still hammering against the glass. The café was warm and quiet.

“You know,” she whispered in my ear, her voice suddenly soft and different, “I totally let you win that stupid IV bet. I wanted you to lose.”

I laughed quietly and ran my hand up her back under her blouse.

“Guess I’ll have to lose the next bet too. Just pick a quieter spot.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Next time I’ll hit on you in the on-call room. And you’ll have to be quiet, patient.”

We sat there for a long time, until the rain started to let up. Her warm breath on my neck, the slight tremor in her hips, her quiet laugh—it was all so much better than any bet I could have won.