I wanted some answers to questions that had come up. I could have asked directly, but Sofia liked to play games and she liked to gamble. I caught her hustling pool a few weeks after the first time we had sex. In between. we got a lot closer, sharing more than a few secrets. Along the way, my daughter seemed as eager to learn as I was to teach.
I watched my girl through the window. She sat next to the pool, talking with 2 of her friends. One was close in look to my daughter. Both she and Sofia wore tiny bikinis that barely covered their nipples. Not that Sofia ever did wear much around the house. She had taken to wearing enticing outfits since the first time we had sex. A lot of the time, she roamed the house nude or just in a simple robe that always seemed to be loose or untied.
The girl was a few pounds lighter than Sofia, with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her boobs and hips were full, nearly the same size as my daughter's, but her nipples were darker and larger, based on what I could see every time her top slipped a bit. I had gotten used to it; the constant self adjusting that girls in bikinis seemed to do, and today was no exception. My windows were tinted. I had a much better view out than they had in. I'm not sure they even knew I was watching.
The 3rd girl couldn't have been more unlike the other 2. Smaller, mousy brown hair and not much of a figure. She reminded me of the girl that was a carpenter's dream; flat as a board and easy to nail. Although she looked anything but easy. Her bathing suit was twice the size of the other 2 girls, covering half her body, and she had a severe expression as she listened, more than talked to, the other girls. Completing her nerd kind of a look, she wore little makeup and kept pushing her glasses up on her nose.
Sofia and I had a pretty good thing going. We slept in the same bed some nights. We were 2 ships passing in the night the majority of the time, but we had 2 or 3 encounters every week. We weren't crazy about sex all the time, although we never turned each other down. Watching her with her friends now, I got a little turned on. I knew I could call her in for a quickie, blow job or fuck, but as I sipped my coffee, I was content to just observe.
Sofia and I seemed to like the same movies, and we would cuddle on the couch in the game room, eating popcorn and playing with each other's bodies, not as foreplay, but just feeling good. I had also gotten her into a light game of truth or dare. It to me, was a long game. I was drawing her in to a position where she would reveal some things to me without even realizing it.
It started with a game of pool again. My little girl was good, but now she also had confidence that her skill level was higher than mine. As a result, that confidence became overconfidence, the bane of every hustler and gambler on the planet. I watched her play and studied her. It was my habit to size up my opponents on many levels. It wasn't just about their choices, it was about why they made certain choices. I again was playing a long game, sucking her in slowly.
I started with a classic pool break. When we were playing before, we played like most people. Hit the center ball hard and scatter the balls. In this case, I introduced her to the break I first saw in the movie The Gambler. Fast Eddie breaks, barely tapping the front ball. Only 3 balls have moved, and they're not far away from their original position.
'I didn't leave you much.' Fast Eddie, played by Paul Newman.
'You left enough.' Jackie Gleason as Minnesota Fats.
I cracked the first break and got pretty much the same result. Only a few balls moved away from the rack. In the time after our first bets on the pool game I had the opportunity to review my play. I went over the games I played in my mind. After review, I discovered a few things. First, I hadn't played up to my potential. I wasn't a great player, but I was a strategy player, and I hadn't employed that tact playing Sofia. Second, I wasn't playing my home advantage. I knew, for example, that the far corner wasn't quite level, and there was a ever so slight dip near the hole at the rail.
I had used these to my advantage on other occasions. I also knew I had the advantage shooting from certain positions, and I realized I had rushed some shots. In truth, she might have beaten me anyway, but the gambler in me really wanted to see how we matched up. This time, I wasn't going to get hustled. The friendly family game hadn't been what it appeared. Further, I had experience on my side, and that accounts for a lot. When the cue ball made contact, I cursed under my breath and inspected the tip of my stick.
'Chalk it, asshole.'
I muttered it under my breath. Sofia suggested I take the shot over. I waved her away.
'Just play it out. Besides, I didn't do you any favors with that break. What is the bet?'
'What do you want?'
'Truth or dare. Winners choice.'
My daughter got a look on her face like she was already sitting in the winner's circle. I played my game, less concerned with this shot than setting myself up or blocking Sofia. My strategy worked. Her growing frustration and overconfidence made her shoot a poor game. She seemed surprised by the outcome. She got more into it on the second game, but had 4 balls still on the table when I sank the 8. She didn't do any better on the 3rd game. In fact, she tanked, the frustration getting to her.
I watched, and didn't see her losing on purpose. I had set her up for shots that looked easy, but were risky for a scratch, steered her toward the hole I knew to be defective and left her with no reasonable shot. She actually made a few of the difficult shots, but by then, I had her playing the shot rather than setting up a follow up. I beat her fair and square and she was frustrated by her play.
'You set me up.'
Yes, I did.'
No sense in denying it. Her face screwed up into a grimace.
'For a few reasons. Mostly, because I wanted some answers.'
Now she had a curious look on her face. She looked good, but some confusion showed on her face, the dog that cocks it's head at your words, trying to connect emotion with reason. My daughter's nipples showed through the sheer white t. She had on a pair of loose shorts and I couldn't help wondering if she had panties on. Her large breasts heaved as she fumed. Sofia seemed resolved to whatever fate I had in store for her.
'How do you want me?'
A question I had answered more than a few times over the past month. My daughter liked to be fucked, and she had a submissive streak. She seemed to enjoy the guy being in control, giving orders and making demands. I will admit that I've never been completely comfortable with this role, but I had noticed that it wasn't just my daughter. It seemed that women I dated today, both young and old, seemed to want more aggressive sex from me.
This seemed to be a trend, and although I asked, it seemed none of my partners could explain it to me. It was like asking why someone got a tattoo. There never seemed to be a real reason behind it. Don't get me wrong, I've seen my share of tattoos that are designed to commemorate a person or event, but most are designs that seem to have no real meaning. When I've inquired, most often I just got the answer that they just wanted it.
