Page 14 of Thick & Thin

Jenny and I had played pool about a million times over our friendship, but never had dusting a pool cue been a sexual act. I closed my eyes, and a flash of Jenny’s hands stroking my cock rushed through my brain before I banished the thought.

What was coming over me?

At my side, I heard JJ hiss, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.

Moving to the end of the table, she bent over and placed the white cue ball where she wanted it. Then she lined up her pool cue as she readied herself to start the game. The tip of her stick struck the racked balls in a loud smack before they scattered across the table, sinking several balls.

“Stripes,” she called out, chalking the tip of her cue once again.

I swallowed, enjoying the determination on her face.

“Eleven. Side pocket,” she called her play.

She leaned over once more, priming her cue several times before she went for the target. Her attention was on the table, and every male in the near vicinity’s attention was on her ass.

I didn’t like it.

She sank her ball, standing and moving to a new position on the table.

“Thirteen. Corner pocket,” she said, chalking the tip of her pool stick.

She slid her palms over the stick, getting it nice and smooth, and my dick grew hard.

She bent over the table, her shirt rising a bit to show her side. Jenny was built. It was one of the advantages of staying as active as she did. She never went to the gym, but when she wasn’t at school, she was working in the garage or running drills with us on the field even though Coach would get pissed about it.

The truth was, she was better at football than almost half the guys on our team.

My eyes followed the curve of her side, landing on the dip of her lower back before going over the rise and fall of her plump ass. Jenny’s ass was amazing, especially when she wore tight jeans on a night out.

“Fuck,” JJ whispered at my side, lifting a pool cue like he was going to poke her in the ass. “That ass, though.”

“Do you like your teeth, JJ?” I asked.

He grinned my way and shook his head. “If you don’t claim it soon, one of us will.”

“And one of you will get your ass kicked too.”

She pushed her pool cue straight and slammed the ball she was aiming at right into the corner pocket.

She stood with a grin, moving along the side of the table until she was where she wanted to be. Again, she leaned over. This time, she was facing us, and her T-shirt dipped, giving us the perfect view of her beautiful cleavage.

The necklace I had given her for her sixteenth birthday, a sterling silver rope chain with an oval-shaped locket, was nestled between her gorgeous breasts. There was a tiny picture of the two of us covered in mud tucked inside the locket. In the picture, we have gummy worms hanging out of our mouths and our arms wrapped around each other. It was the summer before third grade, and the memory was still vibrant in my mind.

I stared down her shirt, the necklace disappearing until the only thing I could see was her cleavage.

It was perfect.

Plump.

Tan.

Kissable.

Jenny could wear sports bras all she wanted, but the fact was, the girl had an amazing rack. There was no hiding those gorgeous breasts. I swallowed hard, my eyes following the swell of her breasts before landing in the center of her cleavage and onto the locket once more, knocking me out of my horny daze and making me feel sick with myself.

“Nine. Side pocket,” she said, tapping her cue on the side close to her intended hole.

Again, she jabbed her stick, and the sound of the balls clapping together rang out before the nine ball slammed into the side pocket.

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