It was Mike's first weekend back from college. He'd been away for nearly six months, and things had changed a great deal. He'd left Bayonne as an immature boy, and now he was returning a man, somewhat wizened in the ways of the world. A lot of that he owed to Debbie, wild, passionate Debbie, with her almond eyes, tight frame, and insatiable love of life. She had this sort of 'fuck me' gleam in her smile that he never could resist. He loved her from the moment she first cast that smile in his direction, and over the next four months, he learned what love meant, with all the passion and pain it entails. She'd taken him for a wild ride, loved him and left him, in that short span. He'd truly lived a lifetime in that four months, and now, coming home, he remembered her fondly, with hardly a touch of bitterness.
His family had moved away shortly after Mike went to college, but he wasn't here for them. Home was where his friends were, the friends he'd shared all his life with up until he left, they were who his missed most and he he'd come home to see. Mike was staying on his friend John's couch in the meantime, and paying his way by buying the beer. It was a good arrangement.
He went the one place he knew he'd see the old gang, the Broadway Billiards, where he'd always shot pool with his friends. It was like a second home to him, and as he and John walked in the door, he let out a slight sigh of relief, nothing had changed in the least. As if by prior arrangement, there were many of the people he'd hoped to see. Tommy still hustling quarters, Joe still flirting w/ anyone and everyone, and Annie, still being a slut (word was, she'd gone down on more men in the bathroom then even she could count). It was good to be back.
Hours passed and Mike shot game after game (even after all this time, he still didn't have to pay), and more of the old gang came in, maybe cause they heard he'd be back this weekend. Mike was lining up a particularly hard shot, sighting down the stick to and preparing to sink the eight, when just as he took the third stroke w/ his cue, he felt someone reach in and grab his ass. He jumped, miscued and flung the cue ball off the table and past John's head, barely missing him. Mike angrily turned around to discover a beautiful petite girl looking up at him w/ pouting lips and hard eyes.
"you never called" she said.
At first it took Mike a second to register who this was and why she was grabbing his ass. Standing before him was a prettier version of his ex, Nicole. Nicole had always had potential, but she was always too inhibited for Mike, his leaving for college had ended their relationship, but he had no regrets. She had been a little chubby, with glasses, and less-then-perfect skin. Always too smart for her own good, and never willing to show off what she had. This women was entirely different, she must have lost weight, and gotten contacts, because this 5ft. beauty had the perfect build. Her pert C cup breasts stood out from a tight, low cut blouse, demonstrating just enough cleavage to pull your eyes down, where the fabric just hinted at the hard nipples underneath. Her long hair had been cut short and died black so that it feel just to her shoulders, and those hard eyes were now a vibrant green, and they not-so-patiently demanded an answer.
"Uh…"
"Oh, you jerk, come here"…and she jumped into Mike's arms and gave him a big hug.
It was good to see her again, and Mike couldn't help feeling her nipples press into his chest as she hugged him or her warm breath on his neck. His body responded accordingly, and he quickly disengaged from the hug before Nicole could feel his growing erection.
"Nicole, what the hell, you've changed", to which she just smiled. "Let me introduce you to my boyfriend" she said "Mike, this is Jim, Jim, Mike."
Mike's heart sank into his chest. Jim was easily a foot taller then him, and twice as wide. He had tattoos that looked like he got them in prison, and he looked at Mike like he was a piece of trash. 'so much for that' thought Mike.
Nicole was oblivious to his distress, or else relishing in it, Mike couldn't tell which, but she suggested a game and he could only agree. John opted out, he was visibly enjoying the whole situation (the jerk) and Jim just sat on the side lines and glowered. So Nicole racked up, and as she bent over the table Mike caught a glimpse of her breasts hanging low in her blouse, and then caught a glimpse of Jim watching him. Mike prepared himself mentally for a difficult night and began the game.
