Erotic fiction inspired by Patritcy A in "Blossom"
“I bet I can make him hard before you can,” said Hayley, my best friend, as she put our drinks down on the table.
“You bet you can make who hard before I can?” I asked. We were sitting in a downtown bar in the middle of the afternoon and the place was practically empty.
“The sports fan down by the pool table.”
At the end of the bar was a dark space with a pool table in the center. A fit looking guy in jeans and T-shirt, tousled brown hair and day old stubble, was shooting pool and watching a football re-run on the TV that was hanging on the wall. I couldn’t see much of his face, but a one eyed drunk could tell from the way he bent over the table that he had a body under those clothes that would be fun to play with.
I took a sip of my cocktail and gave it some thought. Hayley was hot, she had that going for her, and she was wearing a little T-shirt with a V-neck that showed off her tanned cleavage. She had highlights in her hair, which curled in thick ringlets down her shoulders. I’d seen her make men spellbound countless times with that hair, twirling her fingers through it while she stared at them with come fuck me eyes.
I’m not saying I’m unattractive, but when I’m with Hayley, it’s always fiercely competitive. My tits aren’t as big as hers and my blonde hair isn’t as sexy as hers, in my opinion, but my legs and hips turn heads and everyone loves my dimples.
“Okay,” I said. “But there have to be rules.”
“Okay, daddy, tell me what I’m allowed to do,” Hayley teased in a girly voice.
“Rule one, no hands. You can’t touch any part of him with your hands. If your hand goes anywhere near his crotch you lose instantly.”
“No hands, got it,” she said.
“Rule two, no sexy talk. I know what you’re like, you get up close and start telling a guy where you want him to park his ride… it gets so bad with some of them that you have to shut up and step back just to stop ’em from blowing their load in their pants.”
“Aw, come on, you’re taking my best plays out of the game!” Hayley cried.
“Rule three!” I shouted her down. “No showing him the goods! You keep your titties in your top and your pussy in your panties.”
“What about my ass?” she asked, taking a gulp of her highball.
“Your ass? Okay, if you can get your ass out without it looking like you’re dropping your pants just to show him your booty, like it just naturally happened that your ass came out of your jeans, then you can get your ass out. And, honey, if you can find a way to get those buns out without looking like a twenty-dollar stripper, I’ll forfeit the game right there and then.”
“Now how’s that fair?” Hayley baulked. “You’ve got that sassy little mini-skirt on and I just bet there’s a pair of pretty panties parting those tight little cheeks of yours. Your ass will be out before I’ve even opened my mouth!”
“Them’s the rules. Besides, the only way he’s gonna see my ass is if I cartwheel down the bar or he falls down flat at the sight of your beautiful face.”
“Cute,” Hayley drawled. “Winner gets to fuck him?”
“If the winner wants to.”
We sauntered down to the pool table, each of us doing our best to look drop dead sexy, but our guy never looked away from the screen. The two of us waltzed into the room, I made a beeline for the stud, Hayley going around the table to stand beneath the screen and lean down low over a pocket.
“Mind if we play with you?” Hayley asked, fluttering her eyelashes and shimmying just a little to let her braless titties jiggle about inside her T-shirt, a clear signal to anyone watching. Loverboy looked from the screen and bent over the table to sink the black into the pocket right under Hayley’s breasts. I swear, he never looked up from the shot, not until the ball had sunk out of sight; then his eyes took all of her in slowly, scanning from the pocket, up to her voluptuous breasts and on to her bedroom eyes.
“I don’t mind at all, ladies,” he drawled. Hayley must have thought she’d already won the way he smiled at her. He hadn’t even glanced in my direction yet!
My friend racked up, making sure her cleavage was constantly in sight. I had to make my move or it’d be game over before it had even begun. I stepped over to the rack of cues and picked one out, reaching for the top of it to make my skirt climb just a little bit higher, hoping our beau was watching. When I turned around, that same soft smile was pointing in my direction. Bingo.
“My name’s Hayley,” my competitive companion said, dragging his attention away from me.
“Mighty fine to meet you, Hayley. Name’s Joe.”
“I’m Marcia, but honey, you can call me whatever you want,” I smiled. The game was on.
“Why don’t you be on my team, Joe? Marcia always beats me,” Hayley said, glaring at me.
“I can’t help it if I know how to handle a cue,” I purred, eyes on Joe as I stroked my stick suggestively.
Hayley finished racking up and I moved in front of Joe to make my break, bending over in front of him, legs straight and feet apart. If Loverboy had been sitting down, he’d have had one hell of a view; but as it was, he could see just enough to get him thinking.
After that, all I could do was watch as Hayley worked her magic, fluffing her shot so badly she missed the white entirely, working it so that Joe just had to come around the table and help her cue up. Watching Hayley work was always fascinating. I know of no other woman who can wrap a guy around her finger like Hayley, but then her family were all circus people – barkers, showmen, people who oozed confidence the way the rest of us sweat. It was in her blood.
So she asked him to come over and help her and with a familiarity you’d normally only see between long-term lovers, Hayley was soon squeezing her body up close to Joe, pushing her ass into his crotch as she bent over the table, looking at him over her shoulder, asking if she was doing it right.
‘Well, no, you see you gotta hold the thin end of the cue like this,” Loverboy said, leaning over Hayley to take hold of her extended hand.
Now she was giggling and wriggling her ass up against him, looking right at him as he took the shot for her, breathing into his ear. I knew she wanted to whisper something in that ear and was pleased I’d laid down the rules because from where I was standing, all she needed to do was whisper whatever it was she usually said – take me home and fuck me, whatever – in these situations, and I’d be left shooting pool on my lonesome while she found somewhere private to get her kicks.
I drained my drink fast. “Girl, it’s your round!” I said, holding my empty glass aloft.
“Now what kind of a gentlemen would you ladies take me for if I let you go buying the drinks? Hell, back home they’d take a man’s spurs for that kind of uncivil behaviour!” our playmate cried. “What is it now, ladies? What’s your poison?”
You had to hand it to the man, he played the role of a gentleman just right, even if his eyes played the same role every guy’s eyes play – undress ’em and bless ’em.
“Looks like Loverboy is an ass man,” Hayley said out of the corner of her mouth. “Wanna make this more interesting?”
“Looks to me like you’re already interested enough,” I said.
“Asses only,” she said quickly as Joe picked up all three drinks between two hands and made his way back. “You gotta get him hard with your ass. We take it in turns, you can rub your ass up against that beefcake’s junk whenever it’s your shot.”
“Alright, but let’s up the ante – first one to make him cum in his pants wins,” I said.
“You’re on,” Hayley said, bumping my hip with hers in acknowledgement.
“Is it my turn already?” Joe asked, bringing our drinks over.
“No, loverboy,” I said. “It’s my time to shine!”
With the balls spread out all over the table, it didn’t matter where Joe stood, I’d be able to get my ass up close to him and still hit something. I took my drink and sipped it, then walked over to the corner of the room and put it on a low table. I took my time, checking every shot, looking at all the angles, bending down over the table to show off my legs, then sliding in front of Joe and squatting down real quick. My skirt was made of the thinnest cotton, and when I dropped like that, with my knees apart, it wafted up to give him a great shot of my see-through panties. If he was quick sighted enough, he’d be able to see my pussy, bulging against the crotch of my underwear. I have a nice juicy pussy with the kind of labia men just love to suck on, thick and plump. My panties rode up between my ass cheeks. If he was an ass man and easily aroused, I’d be sitting in the winning seat any second now.
One last tease before I went in for the kill.
I sashayed back to my drink and stood over the table. Crossing my legs, I bent over with knees straight and sipped from the glass. My ass was up high, with both Joe and Hayley getting a fine view of my legs. I knew the skirt I had on wouldn’t be able to cover me all up. Joe would be staring right at the cheeks of my ass and my pouting pussy in my tight little panties. I took my time, my hands holding onto the cue for support. When I was ready, I walked slowly back to the table, my eyes resolutely on the balls, my kitten heels clicking on the solid wood floor. Nobody said a word. They didn’t dare breathe!
I positioned myself right in front of Joe and bent over the table, easing my ass back up against him, dipping just a little so that I could rub myself up against him. Then I took my time cueing the shot up and bumped back against him. Yes! He was getting hard. The dirty boy had his dick up in his pants and I could feel its length growing up towards the waistband. First score to Marcia!
There was no more pretence, we both knew what was going on. Loverboy was probably thinking that before the game was over, he’d be balling one or both of us in the restroom. If I didn’t make him cum in his pants, once Hayley knew he was hard, she'd be sure to take her shot at him.
I looked up at Hayley and smiled, then back down at the table as I shifted my feet, riding each ass cheek up along the sides of Joe’s bone. Yeah, he was rock hard back there, itching to put his hands on me. I started to grind against him, then looked back over my shoulder.
“Mmm,” I murmured. I could have sworn I heard a slight groan from him.
“Take the shot!” barked Hayley.
Without looking back at the table, I took my shot, bumping back against Joe three times for luck. The man didn’t back off, and his hands suddenly grabbed hold of my hips and held me tight against him. Well that was it, I started to grind back on him, rubbing my ass over his cock, and he squeezed me harder and thrust against me. I knew he’d cum when his fingers dug into my hips and he stood stock still.
“Dammit,” muttered Hayley, and that brought Loverboy back to reality.
He stepped away from me as I stayed bent over the table, resting my elbows on the edge, and made his excuses, slipping off to the bathroom. I blew him a kiss.
“Damn, I’ve never seen a man cum so easy,” Hayley cursed.
“That’s right, I win.”
“You gonna fuck him?” she asked.
“I’d say I already did. He’s all yours if you’re still interested.”
The smile on her face as she followed him said everything I needed to know.
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