Pete held up his beer mug and toasted himself. While he didn't mind taking care of his grandparents' house all summer, he did miss not having any friends around to party with. He had even allowed himself the fantasy of Gina his sexy neighbor showering him with sexual favors to commemorate this auspicious event. But even she wasn't around.
In fact, Pete hadn't seen his curvaceous neighbor since their one and only encounter three weeks ago. He was starting to wonder if she was avoiding him or if she was embarrassed or something stupid like that. And he really didn't want to seem pathetic and keep haunting her doorstep hoping for another glimpse of her world-class body.
"Happy Birthday." He muttered dejectedly, taking a swig from his drink.
"Thanks, but it's not my birthday."
Pete looked up from his pity party and found an incredibly sexy blonde sitting next to him with a friendly smile on her face. "No. It's my birthday." He explained, trying not to stare at the very low neckline of her shirt and the ample bosom barely concealed there.
"Well, then Happy Birthday!" She said brightly, leaning over and dropping a quick kiss on the cheek.
The press of her warm tits against his arm was enough to get his cock up and looking around for an explanation. "Uh, thanks."
"Are you meeting your friends here then?" She asked, reaching for the bowl of peanuts on the other side of him. Oh man! What a fantastic set of hooters this honey had.
"No. I don't live around here." Pete watched her lips in fascination as she sucked a peanut into her mouth. "I'm taking care of my grandparents place for the summer."
"Well, that's an amazing coincidence." The blonde offered a nut to Pete.
He leaned forward and sucked it from between her fingertips the way she had. "You're taking care of your grandparent's house, too?" Pete savored the intimate moment, craving a taste of her salty essence as well.
"No, silly." She laughed brightly. "But I'm new around here and don't know anyone either."
"You're right. That is an amazing coincidence." He agreed, taking another sip of his beer. "And a lucky one, too."
Smiling, she held out her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Heather."
"And I'm Pete." He shook her hand, thinking that maybe his birthday wasn't going to turn out so badly after all. "Can I get you a drink?"
Heather turned back to the bar and finished off the mug in front of her. "Sure!"
They chatted casually over their drinks for a while, getting to know each other better. Heather, he discovered, was in her final year at UA where she was majoring in business and that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. While the breakup was bad news for her, Pete considered it great news for himself. He had to admit that he was really starting to consider the Grand Canyon State for permanent residence. Especially if all the women here were as beautiful and well-endowed as the two that he had met so far.
Pete noticed an empty pool table at the back of the bar. "Hey, do you want to shoot some pool?" He suggested, motioning to the bartender to make the arrangements.
"That'd be great." Heather agreed, reaching into the pocket of her short, tight denim skirt for some cash. "But it's my treat. Consider it a birthday present."
Pete followed her to the back pool table, hoping like hell he wasn't drooling as he watched her fine ass swaying. Damn was Heather ever
Hot
! He might even be willing to put her in a class with Gina, and that was saying something. Maybe playing pool wasn't such a great idea after all. No way was he going to be able to hide a raging hard-on behind a skinny little stick.
Heather spotted the balls on the table and Pete got lost down the valley of exposed cleavage. "Nice rack." He murmured appreciatively.
She winked boldly and picked a cue from the selection against the wall. "If you think that's something wait until you see my stroke."
"I'd much rather feel it." He murmured as he reached past her for a cue.
Her hand reached out for a quick, covert caress across his dick before he could step away. "Mmmmm…is that a pool cue in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She asked, a bit wide-eyed with surprise about the hard-on she had found there.
"Happy to see you." Pete grinned, reaching for the cue ball from the table and handing it to her. "And I am even willingly putting my ball in your hand."
Heather dropped a quick kiss on the white ball. "For luck." She explained before setting it on the table and making the opening break shot.
Pete felt like one of those cartoon dogs with his eyes zooming out of his head when he got a glimpse of her boobs practically pouring out of her top and onto the pool table. It was a good thing he didn't have money riding on this game, because with those tits staring him in the face there was no way he stood a chance tonight. "Beer," he said suddenly, realizing that his throat was unusually dry. "We need more beer." Pete flagged a passing waitress and ordered another round.
As the game went on the flirting became more creative. The double entendres got more obvious, the 'innocent' intimate brushes more frequent. At one point Heather was bent over the table so low that he got a definite nipple flash. And when he managed to tear his eyes from the delectable décolletage to look at her face he found her smiling knowingly. "Thinking about a pocket shot?" Heather asked playfully.
Pete considered her question for a moment, using his cue stick to gage his trajectory and 'inadvertently' catching the tip between her breasts. "Looks like a very nice head spot there."
She eased his cue out and slowly slid her hand down the cue shaft. "Then maybe its time for you to show me how well you handle your stick."
Pete set up his bridge and was about to shoot when Heather stood across from him, secured her cue between her tits, and slowly chalked the tip. She pursed her sweet pink mouth and gently blew the excess from the top and it was all Pete could do not moan aloud. His shot ended up going wide and bouncing off the far cushion.
Well hell, two could play at that game. Heather wasn't the only one that could tease. "No, no, no…your stance is all wrong." He said, stepping behind her and rubbing his cock against her ass when she bent over to take her next shot. "You have to relax into it." Pete ran his fingers lightly up her arms and over the sides of her breasts. "See how much better that is?"
Heather miscued and sent the ball jumping across the table. "Better for which of us?"
"I dunno. Worked pretty well for me." He winked, searching the table for an easy shot.
"How about we make a little wager?" She proposed, leaning into him.
"Like?" Pete was close enough to feel her warm breath caress his cheek.
"If you win I will grant you your dearest birthday wish." Heather rubbed up against him invitingly.
"And if you win?"
She laughed and let her tongue glide lightly over his ear lobe. "Pretty much the same thing."
"You're on." Pete pressed into her and slowly ground his pelvis against hers. "And to the victor go the spoils."
Heather could feel an answering heat between her legs in response to his hard-on. Well, the good news was she was most definitely over Brad her idiot ex-boyfriend. The bad news, if you wanted to call it that, was that she really wanted to know Pete in the biblical sense. Ohmigod talk about gorgeous! And that monster hard-on he kept teasing her with? If that was as big as it felt…well…hey, hadn't she earned a deep, thorough fucking with a real cock after two years of reassuring Brad that size wasn't everything?
"It's your shot." She reminded him, reluctantly extricating herself from his machinations.
