1 wager, 2 bodies, 3 strikes – Part 1

“You get a strike now. This night is going to be lucky for you,” said Shannon, a 27-year-old black Latin woman with curly hair to her shoulders. She has a bun on her head, wearing a white tank top and blue overalls.

With ‘sex on the beach’ in her hand, tippy toes reached my ear to whisper this. While I was staring at the scoreboard on the screen above me. It indicated it was my last attempt at our bowling game. A game where I had 7 strikes out of my previous 9 shots and was cruising my way, head and heels above the rest.

With all eyes on me, I pick the bowling ball. With tiny deep breaths, I take my steps and release the ball rolling on its way for the final time. All the eyes around me are locked on me first. Then the trajectory of the ball, in seconds, the rolling ball makes its first contact, and a domino effect takes place.

All the pins are on the floor. I walk back to a massive cheer and a hug from a few co-workers.

Let’s take a step back to the beginning of how all this unfolded.

Hello, Everyone thanks for joining me again on another incident in my life. I’m Krish, a 28-year-old guy from Hyderabad, India, living in the USA currently.

This is my recent encounter with my first non-Indian woman. There were a lot of firsts in this. Tag along to find them all. This happened one night, but the start was a few months ago. My company wanted us all in the HQ city for the in-person summer party after 3 years.

Thus, we were very excited and made all the arrangements accordingly. We were emailed the next few days about the other events planned for team bonding. One event that caught my eye was bowling. We had to RSVP to reserve our spots, and I did so.

Everyone came to the HQ. The first few days flew by with many icebreakers, introduction meetings, and the regular corporate stuff. Seeing so many people in person after such a long time was fun.

We were cruising through these meetings and the days. We got the email I was waiting for about the bowling event’s time and venue. It was a couple of days before the main event.

Pulled into prior commitments, I got late to reach the venue. When I arrived, most lanes were occupied. Glancing around, I see one scoreboard which shows names, but the game has yet to start. Also, the number of people is relatively less than the others.

So I approached them, introduced myself, and asked if I could join. They were more than happy to add me to their team. It consisted of 4 women, including Shannon. That’s where we met for the first time.

After a couple of drinks and casual conversations, the first game was done. Five drinks later, we were in game two, where everything started. In the first round of the Game, Shannon got 9 pins down. In my turn, I got a strike. Everyone cheered as I came back to my drink.

Shannon got 5 pins in round two, and I got another strike. The cheer got even louder. In rounds three, four, and five, Shannon gets 7, spare, and 8, respectively. I collect my third strike for the night, followed by a spare and a strike. Cheers turned into surprise and shock and a look of disbelief.

In round six, for the first time in the game, I didn’t knock all my pins down. Shannon was up on her feet and in my face, taunting me. That’s when I understood how competitive she was.

Come round seven and eight and nine, I get a hattrick of strikes, erasing the smile from her face. While the others didn’t care and were having fun drinking and eating on the company’s money, she was determined to get me.

Come to my turn in round ten, picking the ball. I was looking at the scoreboard and wishing to end it on a high. I looked at the lane and started my run-up. I get a tap on my shoulder. Thinking I was in the way of someone, I paused and looked behind.

Shannon waved at me to bend as she wanted to say something. I lean over, and she gets on her tippy toes and says, “You get a strike now. This night is going to be lucky for you.”

I smile, nod, and take my shot; behold, it is a strike. The entire team goes bonkers and shouts way too loud for all the adjacent lanes to divert their attention toward ours. I see this time. Even Shannon was celebrating. I pick up my glass, raise it as an acknowledgement to all, and take a sip.

We did play a few more games after that in which Shannon poorly crushed me, but that one game stood out in which I had 8 strikes. During the night, Shannon and I bonded well and spoke a lot. Maybe it was the alcohol or my good bowling skills.

But the words kept flowing, the alcohol kept coming, and the pins were knocked down. Around 10.00 pm we were all asked to leave as our company booked the place till then. We all said goodbyes and went our way to our hotel rooms.

I got back and freshened and was about to hit the bed, and that’s when I got a ping on Slack.

“Hello, Bowler. What’s your room number?” This was the message from Shannon. I smile and reply, “4123,” with an emoji and question Why? Which got ghosted.

After around 15 minutes, I got a knock on my door. I first dismissed it as an assumption, but I panicked on hearing it again.

Gathering my courage, I look through the peephole and see Shannon. She looks like she is in a hurry. I open the door, and she rushes inside, asking, “What took you so long to open the door, man.”

I didn’t know how to respond. Before I could open my mouth, she was inside my room, glancing around before settling on the couch. I approached her with a confused look and an awkward gait in my walk.

She could sense it and tried to ease the situation by reminding me about the wager on the last round of bowling. I laugh and brush it off, saying, “I thought it was a joke.” With a heavy tone, she asks, “Does this look like a joke?” gesturing about her presence in my room.

I nod in denial as she continues, “Look, Buddy, a deal is a deal, I put in a wager, and I lost it, so here I’m to fulfil my end of the agreement. Now it’s up to you to man up or let go of the opportunity.”

“Also, I know interracial is not common for you guys,” she adds, which got me thinking. She has a point, I think for me. But I wasn’t expecting any action during this trip, so I didn’t get condoms.

I sit opposite her and say, “Great, I’m also ready to fulfil my end of the agreement. Also, there is a minor hiccup you need to know, I don’t have a condom on me, and the nearest pharmacy is 4 miles away. Even uber eats or door dash delivery takes 45 minutes to 1 hour. So if you still want to go ahead, sure, or if you want us to reschedule it for another time, that also works.”

She gets comfortable on the couch. I speak and think for a while before leaning forward and saying, “When was the last you got yourself tested? And also, when was the last time you had unprotected sex?”

I replied, “I got tested in July this year for my annual. Also, I get tested every 3 months. The last unprotected was on Valentine’s Day this year. What about you?”

She smiles and says, “ August this year and on Memorial Day.” After which, a pause felt like an eternity, but then she continued.

“Fine, let us fuck, I wanted a wild getaway trip, and I don’t want to lose it on a damn condom. Go raw. We both are adults. We can deal with the consequences. I’m too horny now to back out.”

Well, that was all I needed to hear, and I rushed towards her, grabbed her neck, and planted my lips on hers. That made it clear that I was all in. Falling back on the couch with me on top, we both started kissing with our tongues already in the game, trying to explore each other’s mouths.

Breaking the kiss, we sit up and start undressing while smiling and staring at each other. I was embarrassed to be undressed as I looked pretty unprepared for the moment while Shannon looked stunning.

Tying her curly hair into a bun, she stripped down to her white bra and blue panty. Damn, she looked stunning and hot. Her chocolate skin tone looked flawless. My words can’t do justice to how beautiful she looked in that white-laced strapless bra and sky blue with dolphins on her panty.

This is just the start of a long night, folks. That’s for this part. Stay tuned for part 2 to know more. Please leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback at [email protected].