Chapter 8 – The Tag-Team
It had been three days since Sophora had joined Jim and Alicia, and due to an annoyingly bothersome work schedule, the three of them hadn't gotten a chance to be together as a group since that day. Alicia, however, continued to carry on a healthy sex-life with Jim and was thrilled when her mother had called from the hotel to tell Alicia that her father and she had decided to stay another week. The only bad thing about the following week was that Alicia had previously set up multiple job interviews, the first one being on Wednesday morning at 8am and the last on Thursday afternoon at 2:30pm, with the others sporadically sprinkled between those two times. This meant she couldn't sleep at Jim's house for a few nights, and that really bugged Alicia.
Promising she'd call the next night, Alicia reluctantly left Jim's strong embrace to go back to her house on Tuesday evening. Jim was bummed out at not being able to spend time with his new plaything, and figuring chilling with a friend would be the second best thing, he called his buddy Aaron and asked if he'd like to stop by to drink beers and play some pool.
"Sure man, that sounds cool," replied Aaron, and the two guys hung up. Aaron only lived a few blocks away, so even though he decided to walk, he was at Jim's house in a short amount of time.
Just as Aaron was grabbing himself a beer from the fridge, Jim's phone rang again. This time, it was Sophora.
"Hey, I got the night off, and I talked to Alicia a few minutes ago, so I know she's at home... would you mind if I stopped by tonight?" came Sophora's question, making Jim smile at the idea of being with her without Alicia around.
Jim had discreetly given Sophora his number so Alicia wouldn't know on the morning Sophora left to go to work and now it had paid off.
"No problem, but my friend Aaron is here, is that cool?" Jim wanted to make sure.
Sophora's mind was instantly in the gutter and she smirked at the mere thought of two guys and herself.
"That's perfect," she said, "just perfect..." and Jim then knew what Sophora was thinking.
"Could you swing by the store and grab a few blunt wraps for me? You can choose the flavors," Jim asked of Sophora.
"You've got it stud, I'll be there in about 15 minutes," she said, and the call ended.
Aaron had been sitting on the couch listening to Jim's half of the conversation and, once Jim had hung up, Aaron asked, "Who was that?"
Jim smiled broadly and asked Aaron, "How would you like to double team a fine ass woman?" and Aaron just stared at him in awe.
"Fuck yes yo, holy shit!" was Aaron's excited response.
Before Aaron could ask, Jim piped up, "She's wicked fucking hot too, I've already been with her once in a threesome with Alicia from next door."
"YOU FUCKED HER?!?!?" Aaron asked in shock, pointing in the general direction of Alicia's house.
"I fucked her a lot," Jim said, laughing. "I guess you could call us a couple... the only reason she's not here tonight is because she has job interviews or some shit to go to in the morning."
Aaron, still amazed, asked, "Does she know you're gonna be with that other girl without her?"
Jim smiled big and shook his head no. "She won't be mad though, Sophora, the girl on her way here, and Alicia are best friends and that's how I met Sophora," explained Jim.
"Besides," Jim continued, "even if Alicia does get mad, it was her idea to bring another girl into the picture, you know?" and Aaron nodded in agreement as he chugged part of his beer.
"I picked up a quarter from my brother-in-law on my walk over here, just in case, so if you wanna match on something, that'll be straight," Aaron said.
"Cool, cool," was Jim's only response. He was already thinking about what was going to happen once Sophora got there.
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Jim almost choked on his beer when the doorbell rang it startled him so much.
"Come in," Jim yelled, and Sophora, done up beautifully, walked through his front door holding a fistful of various-flavored blunt wraps.
"Hey you," Sophora said, giving Jim a light kiss on his cheek, and she handed him the wraps. "They had a shit load of different kinds, so I got one of each, except for green apple... that shit's nasty," said Sophora, laughing.
"Oh wow, he's cute," she continued, referring to Aaron, who was on his second beer by now.
"Well thank you, I'm Aaron," he replied, standing to shake Sophora's hand.
"I know you're name, and I know that I'm going to fuck you tonight, too," Sophora said nonchalantly.
Looking at Jim, Aaron said, "Damn man, am I drunk already?" and all three of them laughed at Aaron's dumb question.
But no, he wasn't drunk... at least not so drunk that he was imagining the situation.
Jim brought out his rolling tray and bag of weed. "Aaron, throw down what you want and I'll match it and roll up three blunts," he said.
"I might as well put it all in, why be stingy? I'm getting plenty in exchange," Aaron said, spinning his finger in the air, giving the universal hand signal to Sophora for her to turn in a circle so he could get a good look at this sexy bitch.
"Christ she's hot," Aaron said to Jim, and then to Sophora herself, "really, you're hot."
Sophora smiled and said, "I know," as she purposefully leaned down to put her purse on the floor by her shoes that she had already kicked off, allowing Aaron to think he was getting a sneak peek at her amazing cleavage.
Jim chuckled at Sophora's candidness and began breaking up a substantial amount of weed for the night.
"Can I get a beer?" Sophora asked Jim.
"Shit, sorry, I should have offered, help yourself, sweet thang," replied Jim, and the two of them allowed their eyes to meet and they both smiled at the other.
Jim had rolled up three beautiful blunts and checked them all for holes. None of them so much had a scratch in the paper, let alone an entire hole. Fucking perfect! Placing one between his own lips, Jim fake-tossed another of the blunts at Aaron to get his attention, and then actually did toss it, and Aaron caught it without breaking it. Jim then handed Sophora the remaining blunt and managed to say, "Personals rule," without his own L falling from his lips, then he lit his piece. Sophora was already on top of shit and had her own lighter out and was in the middle of sparking hers, but Aaron had to wait for Jim to toss him a lighter. Give or take a minute, all three blunts were lit and burning nicely. They didn't even canoe!
"You rolled this well," commented Sophora between pulls. To show her appreciation for the blunt and for Jim's rolling skills, she placed her free hand on Jim's lap and rubbed his growing bulge through his shorts.
"Shotgun?" Aaron inquired to neither of the two in particular, and both Jim and Sophora said yes in unison.
Aaron got up from where he was seated, kneeled on one knee in front of the couch where the other two sat, and he took Jim's blunt from his hand and gave him a decent shottie, then handed it back. Now it was Sophora's turn, so Aaron took her blunt and, before putting it backwards into his mouth, asked her, "Can I have a kiss right after this?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?" said Sophora, smiling, and then she received her shottie from Aaron. Once she had pulled her head away, she held up a finger to let Aaron know she just needed a second, and then when she was ready to exhale, she put her mouth to Aaron's and exhaled as their tongues intertwined.
The two kissed for a moment while Jim watched, but he wasn't nearly as excited by watching that, as he was when he watched the two girls kiss. Actually, Jim was slightly jealous, so once Sophora and Aaron had finished kissing, Jim tapped Sophora on the shoulder and she sat back, turning to him and, running a hand through his hair, she kissed Jim next. Jim took it upon himself to reach under Sophora's shirt and bra and lightly pinch her right nipple, soliciting a moan from her that was almost silenced into his own mouth.
"Hey man, I need a shottie," Aaron interrupted, and Jim reluctantly broke his kiss with Sophora to give Aaron his shotgun.
Then Jim got an idea.
"I say we all play pool now, while we finish our blunts. I'll play Aaron and Sophora will play winner. But to make it interesting, every time one of us misses a shot, we have to remove an article of clothing... sound good?"
Sophora thought for a second and then agreed that that was a good idea. "The winner of the first game better hope he's good, or else he'll be butt naked by the time I even break," she said, sure that her pool playing skills were better than these two drunken fucks' were.
The three of them retreated to Jim's basement and Sophora took a seat on a bar stool in the corner near the table.
"You're going down, bitch," joked Aaron to Jim, and Jim smiled, locking eyes with Sophora.
"I certainly hope so!" he said, and they all laughed.
Then the game was on.
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Both guys played decently, but they were both down to only their boxers and shorts by the time Jim called and sunk the eight ball in a side pocket.
Sophora applauded and stood up, ready to beat Jim's ass at the next game.
Aaron removed his shorts and sat on the bar stool Sophora had just gotten up from. He had grabbed a few beers before they had gone downstairs, so he cracked himself a new one and sipped at it.
"Okay you two, play fair, I don't wanna stare at Jim's bean bag all night," said Aaron, and Sophora burst out laughing.
Sophora dominated the table throughout most of the game, missing only three shots. For each missed shot, she removed her socks, jeans and then shirt, left standing in just a bra and thong. This also meant that Jim was entirely naked now because he had missed at least two shots himself.
Lining up the last shot of the game, Sophora had to practically lie on the pool table to reach, and Jim took this opportunity to interrupt by leaning down and gently biting one of Sophora's ass cheeks. This startled her and she jumped slightly, but did not stand. She kind of enjoyed the slight pain of the love bite.
"Wish my thong was off..." she mumbled to no one, and Jim pulled it off for her. Sophora then shifted her feet so her legs were spread enough for Jim to get to her pussy as she laid out flat onto the table, letting go of the cue and forgetting about finishing the game.
