Webcam live chat finished, hitting nothing worthwhile and lit a cigarette. Raising my line of sight through the resulting cloud of smoke I saw her look in my direction. Our eyes caught and I froze, my cigarette dangling from my lower lip, match still burning in my hand. She smiled and I smiled back goofily, webcam chat live my face bloom red. She pointed at my hand and in less time than it took me to figure out what she was pointing to I felt the match burn my fingers. With a curse I flicked it to the ground. She laughed and so did I in spite of myself.
Figuring I’d found my in I turned to grab my beer and walk over but I was greeted with an extended hand. “Good game, man.”
Carlos and I had been playing against a rather obnoxious pair of jerks and my staring had lost us the game. One jerk had his hand out, the other was sniggering. We had lost pretty badly. Carlos was pretty pissed. I took the jerks hand and knew then what live webcam chat must do. Valor dictated it. “Another? For a drink?”
“Uh,” he sneered and looked back at his partner who smugly nodded yes. Carlos gave me an odd look questioning what I was up to. Jerk turned back to me. “Sure. Shoot well.”
I had forgotten about my newfound infatuation until Carlos and I turned to watch our embarrassed foes retreat to the bar to buy us the beers we pounded out of them. Smiles and high fives faded to dismay when I noticed a number of her friends had left. She wasn’t in her seat live chat webcam I figured she left with them. That beer had better be damn cold.
Half way through it I found myself doubting that it worth missing webcam live chat on that opportunity. I heard the bartender calling me. When I turned he was pointing to the pool table. “You’re up!” She was standing next to it. Yeah, I was up.
I jogged over and jerked a cue out of the young umbrella stand they kept them in. I stuck my hand out “Hi, I’m …”
“Ian,” she finished for me. “I heard the bartender. I’m Sophie.” She took my hand and shook it. My knees got weak. Her hand was warm and soft with a soothing hint of dampness. I have to admit my first thought was of how they would feel cupping my balls. “I’ll rack,” she said with a smile breaking what must have been turning into a weird webcam live chat “Money breaks.”
Oh yeah. I dropped a dollars worth of quarters into the slots and pushed the lever to get the balls out of the table. She racked and I grabbed the cue. She walked around to my end of the table and we’re back where we started.
She laughed. It was very soft and feminine, like a young girls giggle. |
