A friendly game of pool

She hooked a leg over the corner of the table and bent down, lining up her hand and the cue carefully.  Dan stood behind the pocket she was aiming for and Brad was at her side, watching critically. He raised an eyebrow.

"You sure you want to go for that one?"

"Fuck off Brad, leave her alone." Dan bent down and looked into her eyes. "You've got it." She jabbed  wildly at the white ball, sending a red ball into the pocket.

"YEEESSSS!!" She and Dan threw their arms up and she flashed a triumphant grin at Brad.

Dan crushed her against him briefly in a bear hug which she followed up with a victory dance that was a strange combination of thriller arms and a loose hip swing to the dulcet tones of Vanilla Ice.

Dan took a swig of beer, his eyes sparkling.

Brad snorted through his grin. "You weren't even aiming for that one."

"Doesn't matter!" She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and leaned into her hip.

Brad just stood there waiting.

"Oh yeah! I get another shot!"

She took her second shot which was significantly less successful than her first.

"Your turn Bradley. Try and keep up now." She sashayed around the table.

He raised an eyebrow and his mouth quirked up in the corner before he turned back to the game.

"That's a lot of confidence considering you're about to lose your third game."

She picked up her drink from the side table and took a sip. It was beer, like theirs, but she had added raspberry cordial and it was now a vicious shade of red. She wiped a drop of liquid from her chin where she had missed her mouth. 

"We shall see."

Dan watched on from across the table as Brad pocketed another ball. His second shot went wide and sent one of her balls to teeter on the edge of a corner pocket.

"Reckon you could just nick that one real gentle on the side?" Dan asked. She examined the table, puffing her cheeks out as she exhaled. She gave him a wry grin.

"Probably not, but I'll give it a shot."

Bending down again and almost lying flat across the table, she placed her left hand carefully and lined up the cue.

"What do you reckon?"

Dan came around behind her and sighted along the cue, his hand guiding her elbow slightly to the left and down. She could feel his breath on her neck and his hips pressed gently up against her. It felt good. She pressed very slightly back against him, hoping he wouldn't notice. They took the shot together and the white ball knocked gently into the green, sending it down into the pocket. He let out a breath and it felt as though he remained pressed up against her for just an instant longer than was necessary before he straightened.

"Nice shot." He looked down at her through hooded eyes that had darkened from blue to navy to match the night outside. He had noticed. She cocked her head and flicked her eyelashes, suddenly shy.

"Thank you."

He pulled his eyes from hers and turned back at the table.

"Reckon you can do it again?" He pointed at a blue ball near the corner pocket in front of Brad. She bent down again and started to aim. 

"Perhaps if you were to assist me."

He took a long time to bend down behind her again, so long that she didn't think he would. But he did, this time pressing himself deliberately against her. She pushed back into him harder than the last time, shifting her hips against his groin and making the air whistle through his teeth. She sighted down the cue, directly at Brad across the table. She could see the shape of his manhood through his pants. She hadn't noticed it earlier. Dan helped her line up the cue as Brad leaned down, placing his palms on the border of the table, sensing the change in mood, and staring at her cordial reddened lips. They took the shot. It went in but nobody moved. She put her palms flat on the green fabric, pushing her ass back against Dan's stiffening cock and arching her back, looking up into Brad's eyes. Dan pulled her gently up, turning her around to face him as Brad pressed himself up against her back. She could feel both of them, hard against her body. Dan's hands slid under the hem of her shirt and up her torso as Brad caressed the side of her neck. The music had stopped and their breathing was coarse and loud in the silence.

Dan's hands went around to her back and slid under her bra strap.

"Can I take this off?"

She nodded, lips parted. Brad's hands slid up under her shirt to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened and pressed into his palms. Dan pulled the shirt and bra off over her head. Her hands flitted to his chest, stroking at the muscle and running over his nipples through his shirt. Brad's hands moved down over her stomach to the waistband of her jeans as her hands slid down to the waistband of Dan's pants. He took a small step back and stripped his shirt off as Brad unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand in to tease at her pubic hair. Dan pushed back up against her and they unbalanced, falling back against the window, knocking the curtains off their rail. The rod fell, narrowly missing Brad's head and swathing them in fabric. A laugh bubbled up to her lips but it was cut short by a gasp when Dan's mouth found her nipple, licking and sucking the rosy tip. She was starting to pant as Brad's fingers delved deeper, finding her warm, damp center. He slipped a finger inside and then traced gentle, teasing circles around her clit again and again. She was compliant as they stumbled away from the wall and Brad pushed her down over the edge of the table in a parody of their earlier game. He stripped her pants and underwear, casting them aside, and picked up the pool cue.

"Can I fuck you with this?" She nodded again. Dan was across the table from her, staring deep into her eyes as Brad pushed the blunt end of the cue inside her. Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth in a silent gasp. Dan had pushed his pants down to free his cock and was stroking himself, his eyes dark as thunder as he watched her writhe against the table. She gazed up at him, simultaneously drinking in his pleasure and increasing it. He leaned down with one arm on the table so that his face was close to hers, still masturbating himself. He kissed her on the mouth, his tongue penetrating her parted lips, invading her and tasting cordial.

A car pulled up on the gravel outside. They froze as the music drifting through the window cut off and a car door slammed. In a flurry, they fell apart and scrambled for their clothing. Brad and Dan pulled their pants up and Dan struggled into his shirt but her clothes had been discarded completely. Dan pushed her down into the corner of the room, threw her jeans and shirt at her and covered her with the curtain. A man's voice called out.

"Is that you in there Dan?" It was Richard, the owner of the estate.

"Yeah man," Dan called back, feigning casualness. "Just me and Brad." He moved towards the door, trying to stop Richard from entering the room. They met in the doorway.

"Ahh, very good. I saw the light from the road and thought I better check it out just in case." He leaned forward to try and come further into the room but Brad was there too, blocking the way.

"We were just about to head back to mine for a game of darts and a sneaky scotch," Dan pressed forward, forcing Richard out of the doorway.

"Is the misses down? I got a bottle of Lagavulin from Murph for Christmas and I need to drink it before the bastard comes over and wants to share it." 

Dan flicked the light off.

"Nah, she stayed in town, thank god. I could do with a scotch."

She sat naked and silent on the wooden floor as their footsteps faded down the hallway.