This was the third story I ever wrote, back in October of 2000 and published on a different site. To tell the truth, I cannot remember Kelly, though her description in what follows is extremely detailed. Rereading this I can picture the pool hall and my pool room, but not her. Sad.
It had all been coming to a head for months. I had lateraled into a new firm as a partner and found myself in a situation involving too many women. My old firm had been a small one with six people including staff, only one of whom was female. Now, I found myself in a firm with seventy lawyers and staff, more than half female. There were young lawyers, paralegals, secretaries and others everywhere it seemed, all dressed nicely from the law firm of the late 1990s. I had been engaged twice but it had not worked out. I had reached a stage in my life when I dated looking for a lifetime mate but was also still in the mood for fun.
I'm 32, 5' 10", decent looking, and had done very well materially. I had gotten some nice bonuses based on business I brought into my old firm, and with some good investment luck had purchased a nice house on a hillside near downtown Seattle which overlooked Puget Sound. The lower level had a patio and hot tub which was totally private due to the hillsides and brush.
The fun started about a month after I joined when our office services manager left to take another job. Kelly was petite, no more than five feet tall, with short brown hair. She needed to have her teeth fixed, but that just accented the cuteness. Kelly was reasonably well proportioned for someone so small. We had lightly and professionally flirted almost continuously since I hired on, but in a sweet way with nothing overtly sexual being suggested. Kelly was young, probably under 25, and had some sort of undefined relationship with someone named Chris. I wasn't sure what her deal was but she didn't seem too attached to it. Kelly was a free spirit, clearly one of the semi-hippy chick element that congregates in the northwest, and rarely dressed up or made a huge effort to look great. Still, she was downright cute and sweet and it showed in everything she did.
When Kelly announced she was going some of the secretaries organized a billiards party, which I could not attend because of a business trip. Still, I sent Kelly an e-mail apologizing for missing her party and suggesting that we have a second party that I could attend. She responded and our e-mail degenerated into bragging over our pool skills. Her official office party turned out to be a dud with only a few people showing up.
Our big night arrived two weeks later. I had managed to corral four of our associates to join me, using my status as a partner to coerce their presence. We went out right after work as several of them were married and wanted to get home early. Kelly arrived late, but was looking mighty fine when she did. Kelly normally wore no makeup but she had clearly spent some time sprucing up. She had on a long print dress and flats. I had seen the dress before, and liked it. The shoes were something new.
She greeted everyone warmly. The pool commenced and ran for two hours, with several beers going down during that time. At some point in the night, while beating her badly, I let slip that I had a pool table in my basement and occasionally kept my skills up. By eight, the married guys had slipped away and the single guys were looking the worse for the wear and had left. I had a light schedule the following day, however, and was enjoying watching Kelly wiggle her cute ass when she bent over the table. I think she was doing it on purpose, but it wasn't clear.
Finally, at the end of a game, we just stopped playing and started talking. After a few minutes, Kelly finally threw out an offer "So, when am I going to see your balls and stick?"
"Anytime you want, how about now" was my reply.
She agreed and we grabbed our coats and headed for my car. We first stopped upstairs to pit and admire the view for a moment from the living room, and then I reminded her why we had come back to the house. She followed me downstairs to the recreation room, which filled much of the lower level. It was about thirty by fourty feet. One side had a ten foot pool table, the other side had my big screen television with sectional and chairs, the interior wall had a wet bar, bathroom and several video games, and the fourth side looked out through sliding glass doors to the patio.
Kelly racked while I pulled a couple of beers from the frig. As she racked I thought that I noticed her breasts bouncing a little more than they had earlier. We shot and flirted for about a half hour. The sexual tension was rising by the minute as our flirting shifted from general comments about sexual activity to specific acts. As our second game was ending, we both found ourselves at the head of the table. Kelly was leaning back against the table, holding her cue vertically in front of her. She started moving her hand up and down it, pretending to jack it off. I told her "don't waste your time on that."
"What should I waste my time on?" came back at me.
"I can think of one thing."
"Only one."
