Ladies Night

“Interesting choice.” Scott said as they stepped off the stage to a round of applause.

“You did really well.” Marianne said, taking his arm and smiling. “I’m glad you knew it.”

“Everyone knows ‘Jackson’.”

“Yeah, but not everyone can pull it off.” She said smiling.

Scott couldn’t help but smile, they went from a love ballad to a fighting song, but they had a lot of fun with it, and the vibe between them felt good again.

When they returned to the table Doug and Marissa were holding hands and talking quietly, leaning close to each other.

“Damn,” Marianne said, “I think they are actually hitting it off.”

Scott extended his hand. “Welcome to club wingman.”

Marianne looked at him in mock surprise, but took his hand and shook it. “Why thank you, it’s an honor to join your esteemed society.”

“Whoa, save the big words for the main characters, we’re just here to feel awkward and drive people home.”

“Or we could usurp the lovebirds and make them suffer the awkwardness.” Marianne’s hands grabbed Scott’s waist, the inside of her knee rubbed the outside of his and she moved in close. Dangerously close.

“Marianne. . .”

“Call me Mary.”

“I’m not really in a great spot to start something.”

“Oh I know, I saw the drama, Scott. I’m not interested in starting something either. But long-term plans sound like a tomorrow problem, I’m more interested in tonight, and I think we could both stand to relax and cut loose a bit.”

Scott didn’t really do casual sex, of course the only time he had was when he and Amanda were supposed to be in an open relationship, and he definitely didn’t like that.

Mary kissed him. It was quick, but it held a lot of promise. When she pulled back, she looked at him, clearly waiting for him to do something.

“Fuck it.” Scott said and pulled her close to him. He kissed her, their tongues finding each other’s mouths, hands finding each other’s backs, their bodies pressing together.

The kiss lasted a while, and when it broke both Marissa and Scott were staring at them.

“That was hot.” Marissa said and then turned to Doug, “You want to get out of here?”

“Hell yeah.”

They went up to the bar and closed out their tabs. Mary had her arm around Scott’s waist and Martha was unable to hide her smile when she ran their tabs.

“You kids have fun.” She said as they walked away.

Outside the bar Scott insisted on driving, mostly because he was sober enough to drive while the others were questionable at best, but also because multiple cars threatened to break up the fun.

They headed back to the Carter House, and Doug’s basement.

“So you both live in Doug’s parent’s basement? I think we hit the jackpot, Mary.”

“You know, I like a man who values family, plus you never know when we’ll want snacks.” Both women were laughing, enjoying teasing the men.

“It’s not that bad.” Doug said, his insecurity audible in his voice.

“We’ll see.” Mary said, chuckling. They walked down the outside steps and in through the basement door.

“Ooh, a pool table, I take everything back, I love your basement, Doug.”

“Are we playing pairs or boys vs girls?” Marissa asked, excited.

“I don’t know, I almost feel bad enough to split us up, we’ve teased them a lot, getting stomped at pool might be too much for them.”

“That sounds like a challenge, Doug, are we going to let that slide?”

Doug walked over and pulled out his cue. “I don’t think we can, rack em’ Scott.”

Scott was decent at pool, but Doug was really good, his fraternity had held frequent tournaments and Doug had made a lot of money in them. When they started playing the men jumped out to a lead.

Then Marissa started playing dirty.

“It’s hot in here, don’t you think Doug?” She asked, taking off her purple overshirt. Underneath she had a tight black tank top that was low cut and showed off her amble bosom, Marissa leaned forward as she spoke.

“Hey that’s unfair.” Scott protested.

Doug froze up. He had been doing so well, but Marissa’s rack just about short-circuited his brain.

“All’s fair in love and war, Scott.” Mary said, slipping under his arm and pressing into his side.

“You aren’t going to throw me off my game.” Scott warned, as he put his hand on her ass and pulled her close.

Mary kissed him, he kissed her back, gripping her butt and driving her leg against his.

Mary moaned a little bit.

“Shit.” Doug said as Marissa laughed. Doug had missed what should have been an easy corner pocket.

Mary smiled at him as they broke their kiss. “I may not need to.”

Marissa stepped up and hit a few shots, the second one a not-easy double bank. She was really good, but even better was how good she looked doing it.

Scott was up, but the cue ball was buried and all he could do was go for a safety.

As he was aiming Mary walked over to Marissa, and kissed her right on the lips.

Scott fouled.

“Seriously?”

She looked back at him, “What?”

Scott just glared at her.

“I thought you couldn’t be thrown off your game.” Mary’s smile was mocking him.

Scott laughed as Mary picked up the cue ball to take the penalty. He walked over to the far side of the table from Mary. When she was about to take her shot, Scott turned and posed, doing his best to copy a pin-up pose, while he lightly bit his fingertip.

Mary snorted and hit the ball on the side. Fortunately for her it still hit one of their balls.

She was laughing hard enough to double over.

“Hey, it wasn’t that funny.”

“Oh no, it was VERY sexy Scott.”

“Come on Doug, pull it together and let’s win this.”

Doug had his arm around Marissa, and she was pressing into his side, pressing her boobs together into his chest. He looked like he was struggling to stay conscious of his surroundings.

“Doug! It’s your turn.”

Doug didn’t even speak, he tried his best but he had drank a lot and Marissa’s flirting had broken him.

When he missed his shot she pulled him into her chest, kissed him and said, “It’s okay Doug, I still like you.”

Marissa then proceeded to run the rest of the table.

“We won,” Mary said, pulling Scott to her by his shirt. “What’s our prize?”

“We didn’t wager anything, how about a hearty handshake for the winners”

“What do you think Doug,” Scott started, but Doug and Marissa were slipping into his bedroom.

“Okay then.” Scott said.

“Hmm, I like their idea.” Mary said, grabbing Scott’s butt aggressively, her voice almost a growl.

Scott turned, scooped Mary up, throwing her over his shoulder, and walked to his room.

“Hey, this isn’t sexy Scott.”

“I don’t know, I like it.” He responded, as he reached up and smacked her ass.