Competitive Bowling

You hesitated for a second, "Katie just... she knew me," you said quietly, watching his reaction. "She called me Jo like it thats how she's always known me."

Alex thought for a moment before responding. "When you picked your name and got your new ID it must've had a bigger impact than we thought. Now everyone remembers you as always being a girl." Alex said, looking to you for confirmation of his theory.

"I guess that's not so hard to believe. Yesterday she had everyone thinking it was normal as I crawled through the park with Jimmy." You said thinking back. "What else can that woman do?" You muttered mostly to yourself.

"Lets just bowl." Alex said as you got to your lane. The two of you quickly found some bowling balls and were ready to bowl. The familiar weight of it in your hands grounded you—this was just another night at the alley, just another game. No mysterious woman, no heavy conversations. Just you, Alex, and the clatter of pins.

You lined up your shot, exhaling slowly as you swung your arm back. The ball rolled smoothly down the lane, and for a split second, everything else faded. Then—*crash*. A perfect strike.

The pins were being reset as you turned to Alex with a smirk. "Still the best," you teased, watching his eyebrows shoot up in mock offense.

Alex scoffed, grabbing his own ball and stepping up to the lane. "Lucky shot, we both know I'm the athletic one." he retorted. His arm swung back—smooth, practiced—and the ball hurtled down the lane, clipping the headpin just right. Pins scattered, but two wobbled stubbornly before settling upright.

"Ooooh, almost," you teased, nudging him with your hip as he got ready again. Suddenly you had an idea. You went up behind him, hands on his shoulders and whispered. "Is it me, do I distract you?" as you spoke you pushed your chest against his back.

Alex took his turn, the ball veered sharply left, thudding into the gutter with a hollow clunk before disappearing into the darkness behind the pins.

Alex’s to face you, eyes narrowing playfully. "You’re cheating," he accused.

"What?" You asked innocently, "I just asked a question" you said as you sat back down waiting for the pins to reset.

Alex’s grin turned wicked as he stepped closer, "that’s how you wanna play?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. Your pulse jumped as you felt his hand brush against your crotch, your thin panties the only thing keeping him from your pussy. A shiver ran through you, and you stifled a whimper. He'd barely brushed your puasy and you found yourself wanting so much more.

Alex took his seat, "I don't think I'm the one who gets flustered." He said smiling. "It's your turn." He said pointing to the pins.

Your caught your breath as you glanced around, had anyone seen? The bowling alley was dim, the hum of chatter and rolling balls masking the pounding of your heart. You started wishing that Alex had taken you somewhere more private. You swallowed hard, and went and retrieved your ball. Your fingers tightening around your bowling ball as you lined up to the lane.

Alex’s touch still burned between your thighs, the ghost of his fingers teasing the damp fabric. You shifted, thighs pressing together as you tried to focus. The ball felt heavier now, your grip unsteady. The ball left your hand, not as smooth or as accurate as before. *crash* barely half the pins fell. "Fuck" you muttered to yourself.

The game continued like this, the two of you subtlety teasing each other to throw each other off. As the game progressed you got food and drinks and besides the sexual teasing it was like old times.

The game was almost over, Alex was in the lead. You need to get two strikes and not let Alex get any. But it would have to wait, you stood up, "when i get back I'm gonna win." You said as you made your way to the bathroom. Alex just smirked and shook his head.

You walked down the side hall past all the other lanes to go to the girls room. You had almoat made it, until a rough grip seized you around your wraist and a hand covered your mouth.

You barely had time to register what was happening before you were yanked sideways out a side door, into the narrow, shadowed alley beside the bowling alley. The stench of stale beer and cigarette ash flooded your nose as you were pinned against the wall of the building.

"Who's my good girl?" a voice whispered in your ear.