Activities make things Smoother?

April and Zara came back from wherever they’d disappeared to, April looking mildly annoyed and Zara as if nothing had happened. They both came straight into your lane’s little sitting area and April sat down and gave you a reassuring little smile and then leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. Then she pressed her lips to your ear.

“Thanks for being a gentleman, baby,” she whispered. “You’re the best.”

“Everything’s good?” you asked, putting your hand on her knee.

She nodded, then glanced across at Zara where she was tying up her other shoe and smirked a little. The redhead had her knees pressed together as she was doing it. “It’s fine,” April said.

You’d had plenty of time to lace up your shoes, so you got up, settled in front of the little computer system, and started inputting names into the score tracker. “Who wants to go first?” you asked.

“You do,” Zara said a little snarkily.

You sighed softly and shook your head. “April?”

“You go first, I’ll go second,” she said. “Zara can bring up the rear.”

“More like kick your asses,” Zara teased.

“Gotta catch us first,” April teased right back. “I seem to remember the last time we played-”

“We are not talking about that,” Zara said.

April laughed and then grinned at you. “She pretended like she didn’t know how to bowl and had never done it before so that the guy she was on a date with would teach her. It was a little embarrassing.”

“He was that dumb sort of macho whatever,” Zara said dismissively. “It made him feel important. Plus he had those big muscled arms; how could I not want them around me?”

“Yeah, right up until you had to bowl granny-style the whole time. Real attractive,” April snorted.

“Fuck you,” Zara laughed. She’d gotten her second shoe on. “Now are we bowling or not? I’m planning on wiping you both out.”

It was only five-pin, so the balls were small and fit with a nice heft in your hand. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been bowling, but you knew the mechanics of it well enough. Your first ball went soaring down the lane and punched two of the pins spinning.

“Nice start, baby,” April called loudly. It wasn’t like she was shouting, or overly loud compared to the rest of the active place, but she was definitely speaking at a volume that people in other lanes could hear. And that… was really nice. It put a heat in you that reached your cheeks a bit; mild embarrassment, but also pride. Pride that a woman like her was with you, calling you a pet name. Making it clear you were hers and she was yours.

You turned on your heel and grinned at her as you went to fetch another ball, and she flashed you two thumbs up as she scrunched her nose and grinned.

“You’re gonna put it in the gutter this time,” Zara jeered. “Right in the left gutter. Nothing you can do about it.”

“We’ll see,” you said with a shrug, grabbing your next ball and spinning it in your hand for a moment as you lined up again. Step-step-step-swing and release, sending the ball.

It didn’t go in the gutter, so that was good. It also sailed straight through the hole in the pins you’d already opened. “Agh,” you said, snapping your fingers as you turned around and shook your head, grinning. April was giving you a ‘You got this’ supportive look and winked at you, while Zara had her hands cupped to her mouth. “Gutterbaaall,” she called. “Gutterbaaaall.”

“I’ll make you a bet, Zara,” you said. “If I knock out at least two more pins, you gotta cut out the heckling.”

“Heckling is half the fun of bowling,” Zara scoffed. “No deal.”

“As long as you can take as much as you can dish out, that’s fine,” you said. “But no getting mad if I heckle you back.”

“Bring it on, Gutter-Man,” Zara said, giving you a double-handed summons with her fingers like she was challenging you to fight.

You shrugged and saw April smirking and rolling her eyes. You grabbed your last ball for the frame and lined yourself up.

“Gutter-baaaaal’. Gutterguttergutter-baaaallll,” Zara chanted.

You stepped into the sequence and sent your ball rolling, smashing into the front pin at an angle and knocking an entire side down, leaving only the back right pin standing at the end.

“Nice job, Ollie!” April cheered.

“Not even a spare,” Zara said.

“Better than nothing,” you said, meeting April as she hopped to her feet, high-fived you and then pursed her lips.

“Kiss for luck,” she demanded.

You grinned and gave her a quick kiss, making her grin as well. She was grabbing her ball as you settled into your seat.

“Maybe I’ll tell him about Fernando McMellon,” Zara called to April as she lined up her shot.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” April called over her shoulder, not losing much of her focus. “You know what story I tell if you tell that one.”

“I-... Damn,” Zara laughed.

April took four short steps and released her ball, sending it spinning down the lane and wiping out three of the pins.

“Well, now I’m curious,” you said.

“Curiosity killed the cat, Ollie,” April said as she came back with a little smirk to grab her next ball. “Let a girl have her middle-school secrets, OK?”

“Sorry, what were we talking about?” you feigned.

“That’s my guy,” April said and winked at you.

“Ugh, gross,” Zara chirped. “You’re getting soft, April. So soft you’re gonna miss this shot.”

“I’m not the one who’s gonna be flashing my ass every time I take a shot,” April said back, then sent her next ball. She crushed the last two pins and pumped her first. “Spare!” she spun on her heels and hopped to you, crashing down into your arms and giving you a kiss.

“Nailed it,” you chuckled.

Zara got up, heading for the lane, and April turned and perched comfortably on your knee. “Your shoes do not go with that dress,” she said as Zara passed.

“Never said that did,” Zara shot back.

She was starting to get lined up for her first shot when you leaned forward a little and asked April loud enough that Zara would hear, “So when she puts this right in the gutter, are we supposed to play nice?”

“Fuck off,” Zara said over her shoulder, then scooted forward and sent her ball, but immediately had to reach back with her free hand and grab the back of her dress, yanking it down to make sure her pale white ass wasn’t hanging out. The ball banked right, catching the final pin on that side. “Shit,” she said, turning and heading for return and grabbing another one. “I haven’t been bowling in, God, years I guess.”

“Excuses!” April laughed.

Zara flashed her the middle finger and a smirk, then stuck her tongue out at you before grabbing her next ball and lining up.

“Gutter,” April coughed loudly.

Zara sent her ball, grabbing the back of her dress again to keep her modesty. She nailed the centre pin and it went careening one way wall the ball went the other, scattering the rest of the pins.

“Yeah, baby,” Zara crowed, turning and flashing you and April both her middle fingers. “Talk shit now.”

“Looks like you’re chasing us now, babe,” April said with a grin, nudging you with an elbow as she stood up to let you up for your turn.

“Well, let’s see if I can catch you,” you sighed as you stood.

She gave you a quick kiss and a pat on the ass as you went for your next turn.

It became clear that while you weren’t terrible at bowling, they were both slightly better than you. It wasn’t embarrassing, but both April and Zara quickly started to pull ahead. This meant that the shit-talking escalated between them, rather than digging at you more, which might have been the best possible outcome.

The guys in the lane next to yours waited until your fourth frame before they started trying to flirt with Zara. It started with one of them calling a ‘Nice job!’ when she made her first strike of the night. She responded with a smirk and a finger gun as she said, “Kiss my tight little ass.”

You and the guys seemed to be on the same page of not knowing whether that was supposed to be a ‘fuck off’ kind of statement or a flirting one. They aired on the side that favoured them and soon they were bantering with all three of you, though it was mostly directed at Zara.

Again, it was strange to feel like April was making a point to show them that, even while they were bantering, she was with you. She would come back from bowling and sit on your lap, or give you a sweet kiss. She even pulled your hand back onto her ass once when you were giving up the lane to her and she pressed herself to you for a deeper kiss. One of the guys had even given a little wolf whistle that had made her laugh.

On the bowling front, you slowly gave up the idea of catching up in points - Zara might not have been bowling ‘in years’ but just like with the Chinese Buffet, it seemed like this was something they’d done a lot of as teens. It wasn’t all spares and strikes from either of the girls, but they were much better than you and the guys in the lane over.

“So where are you guys headed after this?” Chad asked, leaning over the back of the bench seating to chat with you and Zara while April was taking her turn. “We’re supposed to meet up with some folks at Hype Train, you should come with us. I bet you’re an absolute demon on the dance floor.”

“You just want to get those grubby mitts on me,” Zara smirked. She was sitting at the terminal, putting space between herself and the guys, and had been leaning back a bit. This had the effect of extending her long legs and showing them off, and you’d noticed the guys staring at her when they weren’t actively bowling or engaged in the bantering.

“Hey, I’m not ashamed to say I think you’re a fuckin’ dime,” Chad said, flashing one of those grins that you had no idea how a man developed. The ‘forgive my forwardness because I’m a ruggedly handsome bad boy’ sort of grin. Smarmy, and full of self-confident ego. The kind of feeling you didn’t think you were capable of exuding as it came off of him like a fresh spray of Axe deodorant.

Zara, however, didn’t seem to fall for it. Or take the bait. Her soft smirk turned just a little sour, and her eyes narrowed just a little bit, turning colder. Not enough to make her look angry, but after spending a few hours with her over dinner and then bowling you could see some of the differences in her ‘I’m having fun’ Ice Princess routine and ‘This displeases me’ Ice Princess.

“Yeah, well, I’ve got other plans,” she said and stood up. You thought she was going to dismissively head to the lane since April had just sent her last ball of the frame, but instead, you were surprised when she planted herself on your lap, her little butt landing deep on your thighs and her back pressing against your stomach as she raised an arm to hook over your shoulder. This put the exposed centre of her chest right near your eye level and her sharp jawline inches from your face, and you realised she smelled like lavender and wine. “It’s threesome night, so if anyone is gonna get their hands on me it’s my best friend and her boyfriend. Sorry-not-sorry.”

You and Chad might have both had the same reaction. Stunned shock. Possibly about to **** on your own spit. Trying to look and not look at the same time. Trying to wrap your heads around what she’d just said.

Were you having a stroke? Was that what this was? Had you been in a coma for the past month and all of this had been a dream?

“Well, I wish you’d told me that,” April said as she came back from the lane, smirking as she approached. “I would have brought my strap-on so we could double-team you.”

That got guffaws of delighted, boyish laughter from the guys as Chad sat back, eyes wide in stunned joy at the idea. You had to physically turn and cough because you did start **** on your spit, avoiding coughing directly on Zara.

“Oh, my turn?” Zara asked innocently, getting off your lap and heading for the lane. April replaced her on your lap, laughing with her eyes as you turned back to her with a little water in your eyes from the coughing. The guys had turned back to their own group for the moment, talking animatedly.

“You OK?” April asked quietly with a chuckle in her voice.

“Yeah,” you said, blinking away the water. “Um…”

“Oh, I know,” April said. “She could have given us a warning that she was going to pull that card to turn them down.”

“OK,” you sighed. “So this is a thing you’ve done before?”

“Well, more ‘we’re lesbians’ than ‘it’s threesome night’ but I knew what she was doing,” April said, rubbing a hand on your chest. “Sometimes guys take ‘No’ better with an explanation like that. Though she’s definitely going to need to answer for how far she took it after being a bitch to you all night.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “Happy to help make the No stick, I guess.”

“Uh-uh,” April hummed with a little grin, shaking her head. “Now that she needs to apologise, she’s going to apologise. Hopefully, this speeds up the whole process of her softening and accepting what a great, amazing guy you are.” She gave you a little kiss, looking into your eyes as she kept grinning.

“I’m so fucking lucky,” you said.

“Me too,” she agreed. “Me too.”

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