Eight Ball Side Pocket

“I’m aware of that Dante. Now, sit back and watch me work.” she said, with much more bravado than she felt. Nicole took a deep breath.

She bent over the table, lining up her shot. The feel of the pool stick in her hand played with her mind. The smooth wood in her fingers just felt right and made her inadvertently look at the denim covered crotches of her opponents. Groaning inwardly, she tried to place all thoughts of sex out of her head. Tension filled the room as she pulled the stick back and hit the cue ball with a prayer.
Unfortunately, she had no idea if she was praying for the ball to go in or to miss the hole. She held her breath as the eight ball nudged closer to the side pocket. It slowed, slowed some more, and then stopped. Right on the edge of the pocket, it stopped. Nicole was tempted to hip-check the table and make the ball go in, but she was no cheater.

Sighing, Nicole put down her stick and unclasped her bra. At least she still had on her panties and skirt. Playing strip pool with these two had been a mistake. As she slid the straps of the bra down her shoulders, Nicole wasn’t sure if she wanted to look up or not. She could feel their heated gazes on her. If her skin wasn’t the color of dark brown sugar, she was sure she would have been beet red.

She heard twin gasps as her breasts were fully exposed. She stood before them topless, not ashamed, but aroused. The realization that this is what she had been hoping for since she first set her eyes on the pair hit her strongly in the gut. That is when she raised her head.

No words were coming, not even from the smooth talking Nathaniel. He walked over to Nicole and leaned in close to her.

“You know, you’ve run from us too long Nicole.” Nathaniel whispered into her ear, making her shudder and her overheated flesh break out into goose pimples. His breath smelled of the cognac they were sipping earlier. He put his hand on her breast and began to rub and knead the chocolate mound with soft, mind blowing caresses.