the bet

We were talking about Carl Friedrich Gauss, the mathematician who discovered when he was a boy the formula for adding up the numbers from 1 to 100. Do you know this story?

This was when he was just a little kid, my husband said.

No way was he just a little kid! I said.

And so we made a bet. I bet he was more than ten years old, while my husband bet that he was less. We shook hands. The bet was our standard bet: one million dollars. But I wanted to have sex, so I made a suggestion.

How about if I win, I get to have sex with you. And if you win, you get to have sex with me? We laughed and agreed. He went to look it up.

What are you learning? I asked.

He was in third grade, my husband told me. I thought I had lost, because I wasn’t 10 until the fifth grade.

Then my husband started to laugh. You’ll never guess! he said. Gauss was 10.

Well, then we both lost, I said. Let’s have sex anyway.

So we were in bed naked, cuddling in the cold, happy and smiling. But I was not really horny. He suggested we look at pornography, but I said no.

One or the other of us got the idea that he should go down on me, but my period was still finishing up, so he got some plastic wrap at my request, because I didn’t want him to eat my blood.

Put some lubricant on my clit first, I said. I lay back on the bed with my legs spread wide.

The moment his fingers smeared the lubricant on my clit, I was entirely aroused. That’s what you should do if you want to make me horny, I said, and it felt so good that I had difficulty consenting to him going down on me, but he did.

His tongue played with my clit. He licked hard. Fast and slow he went. I was whimpering within seconds. I caressed my tits and went deeper and deeper into the feelings.

Don’t stop, I said. Stop stopping, I said. He was torturing me by stopping every few seconds, when I was at the edge of coming, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I felt the eventuality build inside of me, but I was impatient. I wanted to come to my own aid. I was climbing the mountain an inch at a time.

But I knew he wanted to make me come entirely by himself, so I submitted to his will and lay there, rubbing my nipples furiously, imagining him fucking me aggressively, imagining his cock thrusting into me over and over again, being pinned, imagining him coming, imagining coming with him, concentrating on the quick way he flicked my clit with his tongue...

...then grinding myself in his face, all rational thought impossible as I became an animal entirely focused on orgasm that was about to hit me, whiney and getting screamy...

until finally it was about to arrive, and I was overcome, crying out and shrieking, his tongue relentlessly continuing to pound my clit as I writhed and felt the ecstatic equivalent of panic, when the feelings are just too much but all I want is for them to continue. The orgasm flowed through my body like water, and all the strain was over.

He continued to lick me for a long time, as I lay there completely relaxed. The intense feelings were replaced with a deeply satisfied peace.

Finally I pushed him off of me, and he kissed me and held me. The plastic had shifted in all the excitement, but there wasn’t really any blood. What do you want to do now, I asked, and he wanted to beat off on me while I tugged at his balls.

So he got lubricant and beat off. I put lubricant on his balls too, and pulled on them. Ultimately, he came on my tits.