I Surrender

I Surrender (fem version)

It was safe to say that you and Soap were slightly drunk. After days of hard work, the both of you decided to unwind by sitting on the floor of your living room and opening a bottle of scotch. The topic of conversation segued quickly from one topic to another. The current topic was your guy's sex life and previous sexual escapades.

"Don't you remember...," you slurred, "we had to leave the party immediately because you got a hard-on from me kissing your ear."

Soap slurs back in his thick Scottish accent, "What about the time you trapped me in an airport bathroom because you wanted to ride my dick before gettin' on the plane."

With a scowl, "whatever...," you say, turning your head away from his direction. You swing another shot of the scotch and turn back to him. "You're the horny bastard here," You say. "It doesn't take much for me to get you out of your pants."

"You callin' me easy, love?" He garbles. "I don't recall it being much of a hassle to get you into bed either. Ms. I want a quickie every five seconds". You gasp dramatically. "I am not like that."

"How many quickies did we have just today, hmm?" Soap asks. You ponder his questions and avoid his gaze once again when the number comes to mind. "Exactly," He says. "You're the one that initiated most of 'em" You shot back. "Not true!" He retorts. "I ain't gotta initiate anything with you practically throwing yourself on me."

"I do not throw myself at you. Mr. Lend me ya' hand real quick" It's his turn to gasp dramatically. "Yeah, why don't you think about how many times you ask for that in a day." He, too, responds in silence as the truth dawns on him. Both of you were impatient, uncontrolled sex monsters.

"Whatever," he scoffs, "The point is that you're the hornier one who can't resist me." A smug look was plastered on Soap's face. It made you wanna pull at his mo-hawk. You respond by saying, "Actually, YOU are the one who can't resist ME." You guys have a drunken staring contest, eyes squinting determined to win.

"You wanna test that notion." Soap says. "What are you talking about, Johnny?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. He had a devilish look on his face that made you look at him suspiciously. This fool always had some dumb idea to share, but he was your boyfriend, so you entertained them.

With the anticipation he was building, he finally says, "Let's make a bet." You're even more suspicious when you ask, "What kind of bet?" Soap continues now on his knees in excitement.
Let's make a bet on who can hold out the longest without asking for sex."

You nod encouraging him to explain the bet further. "So just for tomorrow, we can only do foreplay. No penetration, no sex, nothing. We have to tease each other all day to see who breaks and surrenders to the other. Then we'll see who can't resist who." He says with a smirk.

The idea lights a fire in you. The both of you liked to mess around with each other but were actually very competitive. Even over the smallest things like, who could fold laundry the fastest? You then ask, "And we can do anything we want to get the other to break, right?"

"Anything" Soap says. "Just no penetration of each other's parts and no cumming. Everything else is fair game."

"And the winner gets..." You trail off.

Soap looks at you with something dark in his eyes and says seductively, "Whatever they want."