Sharing a Joint with a MILF

[fukensploogin]

"So do you think we can kick those boys off the pool table and play a round or will they put up a fuss if we want to cut in?"

I pat my pocket with my hand, feeling for change. Bingo, I thought, hearing the coins clink together. I turned and looked at the pool table. The guys were pretty drunk and only had a couple balls left on the table.

"Well, the way it usually works is that the winner gets to keep the table and the challenger ponies up the quarters for the next game." I pulled a dollar's worth of quarters out of my pocket. I hopped off the barstool, winking at Anne along the way. "Come on," I said, walking over to the pool table, beer in hand, cig between my lips, and placed the small stack of coins on the edge of the table.

Just then, the guy shooting missed his striped ball wildly but sunk the 8-ball directly in the side pocket. After much swearing and laughter and heckling, the boys were finished for the night, and walked away from the table, leaving it to me and Anne. I dropped the quarters in the slots and pushed in, releasing the balls. I started racking them in the triangle.

"Play often?" I asked her.

 

[caela]

I was happy to follow Tommy to the table and chuckled as the union boys game ended. It was never fun to have your shot go loony on you and then end up sinking the 8 when you were close to winning. Still everyone found it amusing and the loser took his loss good naturedly. Watching Tommy lean over to start racking the pool balls a small smile twitched my lips that I was glad he didn't see.

He really did have a nice backside.

"Play often?" I asked her.

"I used to. The boys used to like to play quite a bit before it became uncool to enjoy doing things with their mother. Lately the only time I get any competition is during holidays when it's socially acceptable, and even expected for them to spend time with the family," I said with a small chuckle and a wry smile. I didn't begrudge my son's their youth or the rules that went with it, after all I'd been their age once myself and wouldn't have been caught dead with my parents either.

I figured it would change eventually as they got oloder...or hoped it would anyway.

"What about you?" I asked as I lined up my first shot and broke the triangle of balls with a satisfying crack though nothing went in.

 

[fukensploogin]

I watched the balls scatter across the table; a very nice break. The blue two ball was left very close to the corner pocket, and it was a straight open shot for me.

"I play every now and then. Never got too serious about it," I said, "except for a little while in high school."

I lined up the shot and sunk it, with just the right backspin to make the cue ball stop dead in its tracks when it hit the 4, which left me with a long, cross-table shot on the only open ball, the 6.

I looked over at Anne before bending over and lining up the shot. I looked back up at her again, smiled, finding it hard to believe that she was actually here, that we were having a good time together, that I wasn't just making her latte. I had to rip my eyes away from her, before they started roving over her wonderful body.

Refocus on the task at hand. I let loose the shot, and the wrong ball went in.

"Scratch," I said. Story of my life.

 

[caela]

"Scratch," I said.

Chuckling softly at the scratched ball - nice to know I wasn't the only one who had problems with those damned long shots! - I took another drink of my beer before stepping up for my own shot...and glaring at the table. Circling it to look for anything worth shooting all I could do was shake my head. The only stripe anywhere near a pocket, the 12, and not hiding directly behind one of his solids, was one I would have to jump one of his balls to actually hit.

It was a trick I could pull off now and then but not with any consistency. Still it was the only real hope I had and I leaned over the table to try it....and ended up laughing when the cue ball hopped a little bit but not nearly enough and just bumped his 3 instead.

"Well it seems neither of us is really on our game tonight," I said with a grin and a shrug.

 

[fukensploogin]

"Well it seems neither of us is really on our game tonight," I said with a grin and a shrug.

"Sometimes it helps if you get warmed up first," I replied, circling the table and examining my options. I had a couple. There was a close shot, but I wouldn't have much to shoot at after that went in. There was a long one, which would leave me set up for another... no two more balls could go in easily if I left the cue ball in the right spot.

I went for it. The long shot, the 7 ball, went in and the cue was left right where it wanted to be. I shanked the next shot, though, the cue spinning wildly out of control and knocking around several balls on the table, none of which were mine, but left Anne with a couple of very nice options.

 

[caela]

Watching him make the long shot on the 4 I had to just smile and admire the view. He looked good leaning over the table and way he guided the pool cue made me wonder just what else he could do with those hands...of course I'd wondered that watching him at work before too so it wasn't exactly and original thought.

Eyeing the set-up he left me my smile widened. This time I had a couple of decent shots! Taking off my jacket and tossing it over a nearby stool I grabbed my own cue stick to line up my shot and grinned in triumph when my 12 sank into the side pocket and the cue rolled back just far enough for me to line up on the 10 near the right bottom pocket. The 10 slid in beautifully but I'd put just a bit too much power into the cue ball and it rolled in behind it.

"Ah well, so it goes...your shot coffee-boy," I teased and leaned back to take another drink of my beer.

 

[fukensploogin]

I took a long swig of my beer before reaching into the corner pocket and pulled out the cue ball. I set it at the proper end of the table and pondered my options. I was more interested in pondering Anne's wonderful ass and full tits, but I kept my eyes on the table.

The yellow 1 ball was near a side pocket, but there was a striped ball that was almost in its path. I'd have to sneak the 1 past it to get it in the hole. I couldn't hit it too hard; it required a surgical strike.

I lined up the shot and took it, hitting the cue just barely hard enough, and managed to sneak the 1 past Anne's ball. Not hard enough, though: the 1 stopped just short of the hole.

"Don't be so timid," I said, to myself but out loud. "You gotta go for it." I looked over at Anne.

 

[caela]

"You gotta go for it."

Grinning impishly as I watched his poor ball sitting so near the pocket I couldn't help but sidle up to the table and shake my head slightly, "I do think the only thing I can do...in all good conscience...is keep you from making that shot Tommy," I teased before really starting to look over my options.

All I really had open was a long shot on the 9 in the far left corner and it wasn't really lined up all that well. Deciding my joke had probably been my best option I still tried to line up on the 9 but was just as satisfied when I missed and the cue ball bounced off the rail at an angle that sucessfully hid the 1 ball behind a nest of others.

Giving a small shrug and a grin I drank the last of my beer and glanced at his own almost empty glass meaningfully, "Want another?"

 

[fukensploogin]

"Want another?"

I downed the rest of my beer in a single swig. "I'd love one, thanks," I said, handing her my glass. I watched her walk up to the bar; it was hard to focus on the game. What the hell was I doing? She was probably old enough to be my mother and here I was on a date with her! But she fascinated me to no end, in a way that girls my own age never did.

I shook my head. I had several friends who were my parents' age. Once you got to be in your mid-twenties, age started to become irrelevant; we were all adults.

I looked back to the pool table. I had no shots whatsoever. As Anne was coming back from the bar with our drinks, I decided on my shot. I fired the cue ball into that clusterfuck of balls and scattered them all across the table, knocking in one of Anne's striped balls, the 13. "Oops," I said, looking over to her a little embarassed. "Your shot. Thanks for the beer."

 

[caela]

"I'd love one, thanks,"

"No problem," I said with a small grin and took his glass. I didn't look back but I felt like his eyes were on me all the way to the bar and couldn't help adding just a touch of sway to my hips...just in case. If I was being silly he wouldn't notice and if he really was watching then hopefully he'd appreciate the view.

The bartender was attentive as he refilled our glasses giving me a hard time about being there with Tommy and teasingly asking if I didn't want to drop the "kid" for someone my own age. It made me blush slightly but I told him I'd stick to my present company and he just laughed me off back to the pool table.

A table I was paying no attention to as I crossed the bar. What held my gaze was the male body draped across it looking for a decent shot and the mildly frustrated look on his face at not finding one. He cracked through them just as I returned to hand him his beer and I chuckled softly at the sight of one of my own striped balls falling neatly into a pocket instead of his own solid ones.

"Oops," I said, looking over to her a little embarassed. "Your shot. Thanks for the beer."

"Why 'oops'? If you keep playing that way you'll win the game for me," I teased as I grabbed my pool cue and eyed the table for a moment. He'd scattered everything but managed to tuck the cue neatly behind one of his own balls at the same time. I couldn't hit anything without knocking into his ball first. "Unless of course you keep leaving me crap like this," I muttered before deciding on my shot.

Leaning out I nailed the bottom of the cue to 'hop' it hoping it would knock my 9 (now near a side pocket) in and sighing when it barely tapped the ball I wanted it to hit.

"Or I could just keep missing and we'll be at this for awhile," I admitted with a small shrug as I took a drink of my fresh beer.

 

[fukensploogin]

IC:
"Or I could just keep missing and we'll be at this for awhile,"

"I wouldn't mind going at it all night," I said, taking a drink of my beer. I lit myself a cigarette as I surveyed the table. She had left me a couple of nice options. But it was a more difficult, long shot that would leave me with a series of shots that could change the balance of the game.

I took the long shot, and it was perfect. The six rolled hard across the table and dropped squarely in the far corner pocket. The cue bounced off the rail with a perfectly open shot on the one. That one dropped easily, and I put the right spin on the cue to roll it down towards the other end of the table, where two of my balls were situated along the wall. I walked around, chalking up my stick along the way. I didn't spend enough time lining up the shot, though, and the five bounced wrong off the wall, eventually coming to a stop next to one of Anne's balls.





OOC: Balls left on table: 2 3 5 8 9 11 14 15

 

[caela]

"I wouldn't mind going at it all night."

Lord how I hoped he didn't see the blush that colored my cheeks at that comment! It seemed innocently spoken but it sent my mind off on all sorts of tangents...tangents he would no doubt find highly amusing so I kept them to myself and lit a fresh cigarette of my own just to keep my hands busy while he studied the table.

Over the next few minutes I had time to finish it as ball after ball dropped into pockets from his shots and I went from being slightly ahead to slightly behind. With a bemused expression I still managed to chuckle slightly and gave him a bit of a hip check as I sauntered to the table to see what he'd left me.

His 5 was sidled up next to my 11 but not at an angle that would block my shot...if I'd had one there. Unfortunatly his 2 was in the way and it was a long shot anyway. Looking closer to the cue I noticed that my 9 hadn't moved in all his shooting and easily dropped it into the side pocket it was still near. Looking over the table closely grabbed a fresh drink of my beer before lining up and sinking the 14 into a corner pocket as well. Unfortunatly I hit it a little too hard and the cue slid in right behind it.

"Ugh...one of these days I will learn not to hit the darn things quite so hard," I grumbled good naturedly and motioned for him to take his turn with a grin.

 

[fukensploogin]

"Ugh...one of these days I will learn not to hit the darn things quite so hard."

I took a long swig from my beer as I checked out the table. She had retaken her lead, and I had a couple of long shots to make if I wanted to get ahead. The two ball was in a funny spot in the middle of the table; no matter how I lined it up I was in danger of scratching. The three was an easier shot, near the far corner pocket, but it would be hard to leave the cue in a good spot to sink the two.

I pulled the cue ball out of the pocket that Anne had sunk it in and looked at the table. I took a drag on my cigarette and decided to go for the two and give it a funny spin and see where it wound up. I tossed the cue ball in the air a couple times before setting it down on the table.

I held my cigarette between my lips, bent over next to the table and lined up the shot. I hit it with some force, striking the ball near the bottom and off to the side but sending it in a straight line at the two. I sunk it, with a very satisfying "thud", and the cue ball careened off the wall, bounced off the far wall and eventually knocked into my five, which caused Anne's eleven to roll away towards the side pocket. She'd have an easy shot when it was her turn again.

I grabbed the chalk and started walking around the table. I tapped away the cigarette ash in an ashtray. I took another drag and left it smoking in the ashtray. I took a drink and then I looked over at the woman I was with. She was studying the table.

God damn, but what a woman I was with! I don't know if she knew it, but she had a killer body, a lovely smile, and a great attitude. I was having a wonderful time with her. Just being there, with her, made me feel pretty happy. I walked around the table so I was across from her, bent over again, lined up my shot on the three, and fired. The three bounced off both walls around the hole but failed to drop.

I shrugged and took another drink of my beer.

OOC: Balls left on table: 3 5 8 11 15