“Thank you for today,”she says softly as we pull up to the house a couple of hours later. “It was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Her cheek rests on the seat as she looks at me.
I turn off the engine, my lips tugging at the corner. “It’s not over yet. We have until midnight, and it’s only…” I lift her wrist with her new watch to read the time. “Eleven, which means we still have an hour to celebrate.”
I help her out of the truck and lead her inside. I watch her as she walks over to the pool table, running her fingers along the black velvet against the wood. A smile plays on her lips as she circles the table before her caramel hues set on me.
I’ve been curious about what she had in mind earlier, and it’s been in my thoughts since she told me. I wait on bated breath, wanting her to ask me for what she wants.
“I’ve heard that strip pool can be quite fun.” Her words flow over me like sweet honey, and images of her bent over thetable flood my mind as my gaze darkens. “I’ve never played and thought you could teach me,” she blushes, and all the blood rushes straight to the source that’s begging for her.
“I can teach you.” My voice is low and thick with desire as it spirals throughout my body. I walk over to the bar and pour us two bourbons, neat this time. I don’t want any ice diluting it for what I have in mind. I swirl around the warm liquid before walking over.
“You can’t play strip pool without a good taste of bourbon on your tongue.” I hold out the tumbler to her, and she eyes me over the rim as I take a sip with her.
“So tell me the rules.” She glances at the table, and I can only imagine what thoughts are going through her head as she tries to guess what I have in mind.
“Have you played pool before?” I ask, walking over and getting two cue sticks off the wall. I chalk them up before setting them against the side while I rack up the balls.
“No, but I know the basics of how to play.”
“The only difference in strip pool is you always have to call your shot before you take it.” I remove the rack and set it back on the wall. “If you miss, you remove a piece of clothing.” My eyes move down her body as I picture her naked against the soft velvet. “The first one to sink all their balls wins,orif your opponent loses all their clothes, you win by default.”
I walk over to the other end of the table and line up the cue ball. I pull back my shot and hit the ball dead on as the balls quickly scatter around the table. “Looks like you are stripes.” I hold back my smile as she concentrates on the table.
She moves around and points to the blue stripe. “I’ll knock that one in.”
“Good choice,” I nod. I watch her hold the cue stick all wrong and get behind her. “Place this hand here,” I adjust her arm, “and set the end of the stick resting on the side of yourthumb. Try to line up the shot on the cue ball to where you want it to go. Hitting it on the sides will make the ball go left or right, and the middle is usually a straight shot.”
Nodding her head in concentration, she bends further over and presses her ass into me. I hear a small gasp as she feels how swollen I already am.
“I guess I failed to mention that strip pool comes with a lot of distractions, so you have to concentrate extra hard if you want to win.” Playing nice…for now, I step back to give her room on her first shot.
She hits the ball and barely misses.
“Such a shame. It was so close, too,” I click my tongue. “I guess that means you have to remove something.” I roam her body, wondering what will go first. She removes her sandals, and I roll my eyes. “Boring.”
“It’s the most logical thing to remove first,” she laughs.
“Logical..yes. Fun…no,” I chuckle, pointing to the yellow solid. “Corner right pocket. And I’ll even hit with my left hand to make it a bit more fair.” I take the shot and sink the ball. “Looks like I’m good with both of my hands,” I grin broadly before calling and sinking another ball.
She rolls her eyes as mine dance with amusement. I walk around the table and see what my best odds are. I don’t have a direct shot anywhere. Not even close.
“You might get lucky on this one.” I choose the left corner pocket and miss.
“Finally!”
I chuckle at her excitement over my missed shot. I remove my t-shirt and toss it on the ground. Her eyes immediately go to my chest, and suddenly, the room gets hotter. I could have removed my shoes, too, but where’s the fun in that? I’ll use this distraction to my advantage.
“Your turn.” Her eyes dart back up to mine, and I can’t help the smirk that plays along my lips.
Flustered, she calls her shot and misses again. I raise my eyebrow at her, and she drops her cut-off shorts. Her white top barely covers the top of her pink thong, so I get a perfect view of her round ass.
“Now the game has officially begun,” I wink at her.
I sink the next ball but miss the second. My shoes come off next.
She sinks her next shot, and I happily watch her ass shake as she does a little dance. She misses the next one, and off comes her top. Her round breasts are pushed up in a matching lace bra, and I hungrily take her in before sinking another ball.
When I finally miss, I remove my socks, and she gives me a dirty look.
