"Oh, why do I do this to myself," Kristen said aloud to herself, "I should know better. " She shook her head and replied, this time the words only playing in her head, "Because you must be masochistic, that's why. You haven't been laid in weeks, so what do you do? You watch cable after hours sex movies... makes perfect sense. "
She squirmed on her sofa as she watched the hard-bodied young stud putting it to the curvaceous and willing nymph. Their mingled moans and rhythmic humping got her starving body so hot she had to ram her fist between her legs and wrap one thigh over her arm. She bit her lip in frustration and had to look away from the television. She contemplated going to her closet and opening her special box, and saying hello to Mr. Buzzy... her lover on lonely nights. She didn't want to resort to a vibrator, but... well...
She wasn't sure how long she'd been pondering Mr. Buzzy, but when she focused on the cable smut program again - just about to get up and rummage in her closet - the scene was of another woman being seduced in a pool hall, two men caressing and fondling her while she returned the favor to both. Kristen moaned in agony, and started for the closet and her relief for the evening.
She'd only taken four or five steps, when she turned back to the television - the movie, and the trio, still playing. She bit her lip again, but her mind dredged up a tiny memory from several months ago. What was it that was trying to come through? Pool hall... pool hall... why does that ring a bell?
Suddenly, it hit her. Yes, that was it. When was it? Last September? October? She couldn't remember. She'd been out with a few friends and had ended up in... what was the name? BRENDAN'S POOL HALL AND GAME ROOM just near the OLYMPIAN bowling alley at the edge of town. The memories came clearer. It was late, well after midnight, and the pool hall was still open. If she remembered correctly, it was an all-night pool hall... or so the sign had proclaimed.
But what really made her smile was her memory of a man she'd seen there. He was every bit as hunky as the men on her late night television fare, and she could feel his dark eyes as they roamed up and down her body while he sipped his beer and waited for his turn to shoot. He continuously looked her up and down... and wasn't being too coy about it, either.
Maybe neither of them approached each other for the exact same reason... because she was with her gaggle of partying friends, more than a few of them a bit tipsy. But she'd looked his way several times, and every time she caught him looking at her, once even eyeing her legs... slowly, from ankles all the way up to her short skirt. His gaze was so intense that she thought he was looking right through her skirt. And when she finally left that night, her panties were more than a little wet.
The memories, coupled with the moans from the television, made her again bite her lip... and clamp her thighs together tightly. She looked at the wall clock. Twelve fifteen... still early by partying standards. And certainly early for an all-night pool hall.
She briefly considered a trip to that pool hall, just to see if that man was there again. Then she scolded herself, saying she was being ridiculous. First of all, the chances of that man being there were minuscule at best. And with her luck, she'd end up getting mugged or killed, either outside the pool hall, or inside. But then she remembered the area. It was a pretty good neighborhood. All the men there had been a little rough around the edges, but not losers or psychos. It was a pretty safe clientele. And outside the hall, the streets were well lit, what with the bowling alley nearby and several stores, not to mention a brightly lit Burger King and the always bustling Caffeine Corner right next to it.
When she made her mind up to risk it, her next consideration was whether to do it alone or call on one of her friends to go with her. She nixed the friend idea for two reasons: first, if she was hoping to get lucky, a friend along would squelch that rather quickly, and second, since it was now almost twelve thirty it would be rather rude to possibly wake up a friend to ask him/her if they wanted to go to a pool hall with her so she could maybe get laid. She winced at the mere thought of that scenario. No, she'd have to go it alone.
She now found herself getting excited about just the naughty idea of it... going to a pool hall in the middle of the night hoping to see a man she'd only glanced at a few times months ago... and for what? Just on the off chance she'd get into his tight but well-filled pants? Just that quickly her rising anticipation plummeted. Who was she kidding? She'd probably get there and find a roomful of wrinkled old geezers, or a gang of pool-shooting lesbians, or who knows what. Yeah, that would be her luck.
She was just about to give up on the whole crazy idea when she again heard the moans from the television. The nymph was now in a Jacuzzi with two completely different studs, and one was taking her from behind while the other was lathering her breasts with some creamy liquid while sucking face with her. That did the trick. Kristen slammed her thumb on the "power" button on her remote, leaving the wet trio to play in their bubbling water unobserved.. at least by her. She bounded out of the living room and made for her closet... not for Mr. Buzzy, but for a seductive outfit to wear to BRENDAN'S.
While getting quickly dressed, she briefly considered not wearing any panties, but then thought better of it. She was horny, but she wasn't a tramp. Her final outfit consisted of a really hot, short red skirt with a slit up one side, a black tube top from Frederick's that had sheer nylon mesh that enticingly let her cleavage peek through, red four inch high heels and thigh high ultra sheer mocha colored stockings. Her panties, from Victoria's Secret, were the flimsiest black lace, with tiny red frill along the waistband. They were her favorite panties. She was hoping someone else would like them as much as she did.
Kristen was almost breathless as she drove the eleven miles to BRENDAN'S. She itched between her legs. She squirmed as she thought of the possibilities... but she wasn't fooling herself. She figured her night would still end with Mr. Buzzy. But she sighed and thought, "Oh what the hell... no harm in trying. What have I got to lose? I'm so horny I could hump a fence post! I'm going to take my shot. If it all falls through... well... I tried. Can't blame myself for that. "
She again bit her lip, this time nervously, as she pulled into the parking lot at BRENDAN'S. Light came through the building's only window and she could see a flurry of activity inside. Well, at least she could go in and have a drink if nothing else. She parked, got out, locked up her car, and walked to the front door of BRENDAN'S. She stood in front of the door for several minutes, taking deep breaths. She'd never done anything like this before. Again she almost backed out... but visions of the nymph with her two studs in that bubbling Jacuzzi propelled her finally through the door.
When she entered, five pairs of eyes turned her way. They looked her up and down, each pair lingering over various parts of her... admiring favorite anatomical features. All the men smiled, some nodded in greeting. The two men playing pool stopped to look at her, then resumed their game, smiles on their otherwise concentrating faces. Thankfully, no geezers or lesbians. In fact, no women in there at all. And none of the men could've been over thirty five... forty at the outside.
The man furthest away from the door was sitting in the shadows behind the men playing pool. When Kristen walked over to the small bar and sat on a stool, he came out of the shadows and walked behind the bar.
"Welcome to BRENDAN'S... my place," he said, "What can I get for you?"
Kristen's jaw dropped as she looked at the man's rugged face and his deep, dark eyes. It was the same man who'd leered at her months earlier! She was speechless for awhile, staring at him. He looked to be in his late twenties, with broad, strong shoulders that were well advertised in his clinging muscle shirt. He leaned on the bar in front of her and smiled... then chuckled.
"Hi," he said, offering his hand, "I'm Brendan... proud owner of my little slice of the pie here. " He waited for a reply... and a handshake.
"Oh," Kristen said, laughing at herself, "hi, I'm Kristen. Um... sorry... don't mean to seem brain dead. "
"No problem," his smile was warm, "now, did you want something to drink?"
"Um... yeah... actually. You wouldn't have Michelob on tap, would you?"
"Sure do. Coming right up. "
