I figured that playing pool would keep me from drinking as much so I should play. I went to get a pool stick and James right away said “take mine, I’ll get another one for me.” As he gave me the pool stick and walked away.
Mike racked the balls and Rob lined up to take the break. The balls went everywhere but nothing went in. Mike looked at me and said “your shot Sara.”
I walked around to the side where I thought I had the best shot. I enjoyed playing pool but was not that good. I prepared to take the shot and noticed all the boys standing together chatting. They were all three looking at me and smiling. I just took my shot and enjoyed the attention. The game went like this for quite some time. I was not making very many of my shots. Before I took my next shot I heard Mike’s voice almost in my ear, “you want me to help you?” I just stayed bent over the table and didn’t say anything. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. “Here let me show you.” He said as he reached around me and guided the stick. He pulled the stick back and forth as he started to lean his body into mine. Finally we shot and missed cause I do not think that either one of us was even looking at the pool table. I actually had my eyes closed because my entire body had gotten very warm and I was turned on. I was more turned on right then than I had been in a Very long time!!! I opened my eyes as Mike let go and drug his hands across my lower back as he stood up. I saw the other two boys looking right down my dress. I stood up and let the boys shoot as I sipped on my drink.
When it came to my turn again I felt a hand on my lower back and saw a large forearm go to the table. “Mike sucks at pool, let me show you how to make a shot hun.” Rob must have been from the south cause he had a bit of an accent and he kept calling me “hun” which I have always been told is what everyone calls everyone down there. I will say that I was enjoying it. He leaned in with his arms wrapped around me and guided the stick back and forth in our hands. I could feel something on my left leg that I was unsure what it was. As he was buying himself time guiding the stick back and forth talking to me about the different shots that we could take I noticed that the thing I felt was moving. I was shocked to have the realization that it was his dick. It felt like a summer sausage. It was girthy and long and throbbing. I could literally feel the blood pulsing in and out of it. Not only was I warm again like earlier, but I was immediately wet. I could feel my panties getting moist. We finally took the shot and to my surprise we dropped a ball in the corner pocket. I was excited about this, not because a ball went in, but because that meant that he could stay holding me and I could keep feeling this amazing dick on my skin. We shot again and again and he was just guiding me as he was sinking shots. I just kept letting him move me around. In between shots he would put his hands on my hips and walk me to the part of the table that he wanted me at. I just went with it because I knew when we got there I could feel him against me again. We finally missed one and as I walked back to my drink I just thought about the dirty things that I was going to think about when I got home tonight.