by Lexi Archer
I kept my drink firmly in one hand, and my small purse even more firmly in the other. I leaned down and tried my best not to be any more conspicuous than we already were. I didn’t want to have to turn some guy down, and I definitely wasn’t thinking about Jake’s fantasy and how nice it would be to maybe go ahead and go along with it, just a little bit, with some of the built hotties at this bar.
"Okay Kristi," I muttered across the table. "We’re here, now what sort of adventure did you have in mind?"
Kristi scanned the bar. "Tthe only thing we need to make this night perfect is some hot college studs to sweep us off my feet and take us back to their room for the night!"
I rolled my eyes. “I’m a married woman Kristi.”
“Oh yeah? And what about Jake’s little fantasy? Sounds to me like you have a hall pass tonight,” she said.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open working silently. Kristi smiled up at me with an innocent smile that was anything but. The bitch! She must’ve been listening in on our conversation despite my best efforts to keep exactly that from happening.
"How long has it been since you played a game of pool?" Kristi asked.
I blinked. She dropped that bombshell on me and now she was thinking about pool? What the hell? Only it did distract me for just a moment. I tried thinking back to the last game I played, but it had been so long that it was just a vague memory of being out at the bars with Jake back in college.
"It's been a while," I said. “But don’t think that’s getting you out of…”
"Well that settles it," Kristi said. "We need to play a game!"
I glanced around the bar and saw a few open tables. What the hell? We'd been here this long without getting hit on or anything. Maybe I was being a little quick to judgment. What could a quick game of pool hurt after all?
And with a little luck while we were playing I could find out exactly how much Kristi heard.
I had to admit the pool tables were pretty nice. Apparently all the bar's profits went into maintaining the tables, because the owner sure as shit wasn't putting any money into the rest of the place. I set some quarters on the table and got out a rack. I felt pretty good doing that. Once again it made me feel like I was back in the old days before I had any responsibility. At least before I had as much responsibility as I did now.
That good feeling lasted right up until the moment I felt a hand come to rest on my shoulder.
3: Rescued
I turned and found myself face to chest with the popped collar of some frat guy who was smiling down at me. I wished he wasn’t smiling, because that just opened his mouth enough for his alcohol stained breath to hit my nostrils. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation, let me tell you.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Oh you can help me baby,” the guy said in a slurred voice. His hand moved down from my shoulder to my arm, and I noticed that his thumb was brushing ever so slightly against my tit. I tried to pull away from him but he kept my arm firmly in his grip.
"Something wrong here?” Kristi was next to me in a flash and ready to fight. I closed my eyes and prayed we wouldn't end up in a fight or in the local clink because of her temper. So far all the guy had done was act like a jackass grabbing my arm. That wasn’t worth a night spent in jail as far as I was concerned.
Another guy came up beside the first one. He was skinnier with long surfer dude hair down to his shoulders. The two of them stood, skinny and muscular, looking for all the world like some sort of ridiculous frat boy Abbott and Costello.
"Yeah," skinny said. "There’s something wrong here. You two hotties aren’t back at our hotel room!"
Have you ever been flattered and pissed off at the same time? Obviously this was his caveman idea of hitting on a girl. I’m not sure why I expected more from a frat type. Being hit on was nice, it was good to know I still had it and that did send a flush of arousal running through me, but I can't say that I cared for the delivery. He was such a dick about it that I found myself getting really worked up, which might explain why I opened my big mouth.
"I'm sorry. I wouldn’t sleep with you if every other male on the planet contracted some mysterious disease that made his dick fall off and you were the only hope I ever had of finding pleasure with a man again."
"What did you say?" The bigger one asked.
Oh God. This was it. These guys were going to start something and I’d get arrested in some crappy hole in the wall tourist trap college bar at the hands of a couple of drunk frat assholes who thought wearing popped collars and cheap discount polo shirts made them hot shit.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Oh my.
Something about the rich deepness of that voice sent a thrill through my body. I turned. Two guys stood on the other side of the pool table, and while they were dressed similarly to the frat douches bothering us in some way they couldn't look any more different from the two guys in front of us if they were dressed in grass skirts doing the hula.
The one on the right was tall with a trimmed beard and a strong jaw. He looked a little bigger than I strictly cared for, with what looked like some extra weight around his midsection. I’m sure that Kristi was going crazy looking at him though. He had the sort of look that drove her wild.
But the other one? He could be described in one word: Yum. How about another word? Damn. Hell, let's throw in a few words while I'm at it: good God damn.
He was smaller than the men confronting us though he still had a muscular physique, and there was something about the way he held himself that said he took it for granted that the other men would do whatever he said. I prayed that this delicious hunk of man was the owner of that deep voice and then wondered what the hell I was thinking. I was a married woman! Sure, as Kristi said I was a married woman with a hall pass, but it wasn’t a hall pass I was going to use. Damn it! I was not going to do that! I was not going to give into temptation! I was a good girl!
Still, I leaned forward with my mouth hanging open hoping he would say something else just so my ears could enjoy the gentle caress of that voice again.
The skinny guy held up his hands. "Now we were just having some fun."
The bigger guy holding my arm also looked a little worried and quickly spoke up. "Yeah, we were just having a little fun here."
He looked between Kristi and me and squeezed my arm. "Isn’t that right?"
I don’t know if he was trying to be threatening or what, but if he thought he was going to intimidate me with that bullshit then he had another thing coming.
"Go fuck yourself," I said.
Kristi looked at me, wide-eyed. I surprised even myself with that line. But I meant it.
"Yeah, go fuck yourselves," Kristi said.
Both guys turned bright red, but neither made a move. Apparently the threat of our rescuers was enough to keep them in line. I wondered who or what we were being rescued by that they could scare these two drunken assholes with obvious impulse control issues into submission so quickly.
The bearded rescuer spoke up. I sighed in relief. He wasn't the owner of that exquisite voice, though he did have a slight southern accent. "Why don't you two get lost and stop bothering these ladies?"
"We're going," the guy said. He released my arm and they took several steps back, keeping our rescuers in sight until they were on the other side of the pool table. Once they had the safety of a heavy hunk of wood and graphite between them they beat a hasty retreat to the other side of the bar.
I turned to smile at our knights in shining polos. The sexy one smiled and I melted even as I felt my bikini bottoms get wet. Damn my body betraying me with this stud.
"I hope those two didn't ruin your night," he said. “Lots of assholes in here when it gets later and people have had a chance to down a few.”
I blushed. Why was I blushing? It was that damned deep silky voice. Something about it, and something about the handsome man it was attached to if I was being perfectly honest, was driving me wild. I needed
to get control of myself. This was just the sort of thing Jake wanted, and I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of giving into his fantasy after I’d spent so much time telling him there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to do it.
"Thank you," I said.
The bearded one tipped an imaginary hat at us. "Wasn't any problem, m'lady."
They turned to walk away and I figured that was that until Kristi called out after them.
"Hold on you two," she said. "The least we can do is buy you a drink for saving us like that."
What was she doing? Sure Kristi was unattached, but she knew I had Jake waiting for me back at the hotel room. She turned and grinned at me and I wanted to smack her. She was still thinking about that conversation she’d overheard, and it looked like she’d decided part of the wild adventure was getting me to fulfill that fantasy. And once Kristi got an idea into her head it was pretty hard to get that idea back out. Briefly I wondered if Jake got her in on it, but that wasn’t possible. He wasn’t that devious.
I looked at the hot one with the deep voice and blushed again. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to just play a game of pool with them. It's not like I was screwing the guy. It was just a drink.
"Yeah, why don't you join our game?" I asked.
The one with the beard smiled.
"I'm not going to say no to a free drink," the sexy one said. "I'm Alex by the way, and my friend here is Ray."
"I'm Laura, I said. "And my friend is Kristi."
"Nice to meet you Laura," Alex said.
"And hello there Kristi," the beard said with an appreciative glance at my friend. To my complete lack of surprise Kristi giggled and I rolled my eyes. I knew it. He definitely wasn’t my type, but to each their own I suppose.
Alex racked up the balls while I went back to the bar to get a few beers. Beers were cheaper, relatively speaking. We’re talking double the price I would’ve paid back home cheap, but that was what I got for drinking in a vacation spot. When I got back to the table I got a real eyeful. Kristi was leaning over the pool table, cue in hand. That wouldn't have been remarkable except that Ray was right behind her leaning over her and giving instructions, his hands wrapped around hers and his crotch pressed against her ass.
I didn't see Alex and wondered where he disappeared to when I felt a presence behind me. A strong hand wrapped around my side and I felt his body pressed against mine for the briefest of wonderful moments. He grabbed a beer with his free hand and the momentary contact was gone.
I fought down the butterflies rising in my stomach. Damn was he hot! This was driving me nuts. I leaned against the pool table and took a couple of deep breaths trying to regain my composure. As I did I felt a buzz from my phone that made me jump.
I looked at the screen and rolled my eyes. A text from Jake.
“met any hot guys yet? ;)”
I looked up to Alex and back down to my phone. Jake wasn’t going to give up. No matter what I did he was going to push this fantasy. Well. He got a little flustered earlier when I started talking like I was actually going to go through with it. Let’s see how he liked hanging around the edges of having his fantasy fulfilled.
I held my phone up and snapped a quick picture of Alex on the other side of the table chalking up his pool cue. He raised an eyebrow at the electronic click from my phone but otherwise didn’t say anything.
I texted the picture to Jake with a quick message: “wouldnt u like to know?
My phone started buzzing like mad almost as soon as I sent the message but I deliberately flicked it to silent and stuffed it back into my back pocket. This was his fantasy. He was always bugging me about it. Let him sit there and stew in his little fantasy scenario for a little while. I planned on enjoying a game of pool.
I glanced at Alex who was smiling at me now with cue in hand. I smiled back, but that was as far as it was going. A game of pool was the only thing I was going to enjoy.
Kristi broke the balls and the game was on. Apparently it was decided we were playing a partner's game while I was at the bar and Kristi was leaving me out to dry because she'd rather flirt with Ray than show solidarity.
When it came to my turn to shoot I leaned over the table and tried to remember how it was done. I wasn't lying when I said it'd been years since I'd played this game.
"You're not going to hit anything like that." I suppressed a shudder as Alex's deep voice washed over me from behind.
Strong hands wrapped around mine and I felt the heat against my body as he leaned over the table pressing himself against me and taking control. God that felt good. His body was firm in all the right places including, oh my God, was that his cock pressing against my ass? There could be no doubt what that rock hard rod was. God that thing felt huge. It felt amazing. I pressed my ass back against him without thinking and nearly dropped the pool cue when I realized what I'd just done.
That’d give Jake a thrill if he knew about it. I wondered how many texts I had at this point.
I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly in place as his other hand ran up the length of the cue and surrounded my hand. My breath caught as his hand brushed my wedding ring and I heard a soft deep chuckle that sent another bolt of pleasure coursing through my body.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Now now. Don't fight it."
Whatever. I leaned forward and decided to just enjoy the moment. It's not like a little flirting would hurt anything, right? Okay, so maybe it was more than a little flirting with some strange man's cock pressed against my ass, but I could use it in the dirty talk the next time Jake and I had sex.
I closed my eyes. What was wrong with me? First I wasn’t going to do anything related to that fantasy and now I was texting pictures of some strange college guy to my husband and thinking about how this experience would go great with our sexy times dirty talk later?
Like I said. Whatever. I was going to enjoy myself. It didn’t mean anything. Following his direction I hit the ball. To my surprise it actually slammed into another ball which went into the pocket I was aiming for. How about that?
"See? That's all there is to it. Just loosen up and sink the ball."
If there was a double entendre in that statement I chose to ignore it. I needed to get through this "little adventure" as Kristi was calling it in one piece. And without jumping all over this handsome college stud. I’d enjoy myself, get a few stories, and head back to our hotel like nothing happened.
Where I’d have to deal with a very excited Jake, but as ramped up as I was feeling right now a little personal time with my husband would be just fine.
The game continued. Kristi was all over Ray who seemed happy enough to have her hanging all over him. And who could blame the guy? If I had some hot college stud hanging all over me I’d be excited too.
Oh wait. That was already happening. Damn it. Why didn’t I go back to the hotel with my husband? Going out with Kristi was always trouble.
Alex kept up with the not-so-subtle flirting. Apparently feeling my wedding ring wasn't much of a deterrent, though he didn’t say anything about it beyond that chuckle, because he was right next to me every time I made a shot. Even if I tried hiding on the other side of the table he was always magically there the instant I leaned over the table and gave him an excuse to press his cock against my ass.
Fuck did that thing feel amazing when he was grinding it against my ass.
I'd forgotten the appeal of having someone interested in you after so many years of being spoken for, and to be perfectly honest the notion that he wanted me so badly that the pesky little fact I was married didn't deter him was kind of a turn on. Especially coming from a guy who could make me wet just by whispering in my ear.
And judging by how soaked my bottoms already felt I couldn't take much more whispering.
But it wasn't appropriate. I had to push him away when one of his whispers turned into a nibble at my ear that nearly made me gasp. And his hands were getting a little freer with every new "lesson."
So it was with a mixture of relief and disappointment that I watched Ray sink the eight ball for the win.
Kristi squealed with joy and jumped up and down sending her bikini-clad tits bouncing, a fact that wasn't lost on our new friends. She surprised me by jumping, wrapping her legs around Ray, and planting a kiss firmly on his mouth. In another moment they were practically dry humping each other with Ray leaning against the table for support.
I felt Alex next to me. His arms wrapped around me and held me against his firm muscular body. Which would have been quite nice if not for my decidedly not single status. I tried to pull free but he held me in place and leaned down to whisper in my ear again.
"Don't let it bother you. There's no harm in losing."
This guy had been teasing me and working me up for the past half hour, getting me so close to the edge with a combination of that amazing body and that orgasmic voice that I was ready to go over the edge just from the vibration of the sound system, and he thought I was upset about losing a stupid game?
And the way he was pressing himself against me? Oh yes. I'm sure he was extremely concerned about how I'd react to losing and that was the only reason he was standing there grinding his cock against my ass.
Not that I was exactly complaining about him standing there grinding his cock against my ass. Details.
"Please let go," I whispered.
I wanted to scream in frustration as he complied and unwrapped his hands from around my waist. I couldn't help but imagine what it would have felt like if he'd run his hands up to cup my tits. I got even wetter imagining his hands moving down lower as he whispered to me in that orgasmic voice.
But no, it was better this way. It was good that he could take no for an answer.
Wasn't it?
I looked over to Kristi and Ray. It looked like Ray was taking a page from the playbook that had just been running through my imagination. One of his hands was up inside her mesh top squeezing Kristi's tits through the thin material of her bikini while the other was down the back of her short shorts caressing her ass. I shuddered as I imagined Alex doing the same to me. Little sparks flew in front of my eyes and my knees very nearly buckled as I felt a familiar rush in my pussy that stopped just on the edge of absolute pleasure.