Skill Shot

We eat, my mind finding our shared exposure rather tantalising, my mind keenly aware of goosebumps on my exposed skin, and how hard my nipples felt just then. I also felt Jesse's hand, still somehow wrapping around me, casually moving his fingers from my waist to my ass and back again. All the same, I choose not to say anything... either out of politeness, or how much I find it pleasurable.

All too soon, the food is done, but as we get up to leave, Jesse gets up and gives my ass a squeeze, before wishpering, 'why don't you bet Zoe here to a game of billiards?", to whihc I glnace over at her, remembering how Kate dove in and helped out, and thus leaving me to wondere what sort of sight would happen if she lost this one..."

I smile, wondering what he is after, as my desire spikes upward. Turning my gaze to him, I whisper back, "What should the bet be for?", to which he just shrugs. I pause, noticing everyone else is not paying attention, and I realise something; he's likely using me to get at Zoe, and possibly Kate, while keeping himself out of it. Even so, she seems to rather enjoy her games with me, so....

I nod back, catching sight of the billiard tables before turning to Zoe, and with the most suave expression I could make, declare, "Hey Zoe, bet you can't beat me at Billards?:, to which her jaw drops, surprised and sultry all at once.

Our companions all cheer, shouting our clapping encouragement and excitement, though part of it may be simply wanting to see two naked ladies play a game. She pauses before nodding, "Sure... but the winner gets to take the loser home naked... as a pet... Still want to play?"

Knowing better to back out now, and besides, what's the worst that can happen? Be her naked pet for the night? Wabn';t that her aim for me anyway? I roll my eyes, letting out a puff of air before declaring back, with confidence I may not feel just then, "Sure, let's go. Unless you're afraid of losing."

She let out a guffaw, smirking back at me as she stood up, "Afraid? Never!", and with that, we were walking over, picking up a cue, and with a coin flip between Kate and Jesse, Zoe was chosen to split it. We are all standing about now, watching closely, and I notice with wry amusement how there aren't the only ones staring. I smirk at that, enjoying the attention and company alike, as my eyes turn to Zoe's exposed ass, as she leans over, legs spreading wider by the moment, to take the first shot. I noticed a dampness of her own just then, and find myself having to resist the urge to gasp.

The balls move here and there, spreading across the table, but none sinking into a hole. I smirk back, "My turn. My turn to teach you how to sink some balls.", to which we share in a quick bit of laughter, though this time her smug expression does not leave her face.

It's my turn to lean over any moment now, knowing how revealing the posture was with her... as if lacking anything too wear was not enough, I'll be bending far over, giving everyone a good view of my bosom... and my pussy. Or so I note in amusement, even as I walk around the table slowly, shaking my ass softly with each step. As I work to find the perfect shot, Zoe returns, "I'm just giving you some false hope... before I win this."

They let out an 'ooh ' and amused sounds, to which others seem to join in. Even our waitress seems to watch with interest, seeming to walk far closer than necessary, her gaze squarely on me... and my exposed nakedness, of course. I sink one, then another, before missing a chance to get a third.

"Too bad... my turn. To win it.", she declares, smiling smugly now, as she bends over to take her shot. I watch on, admittingly staring at her more than the game, though unless she... I mean, until she fails to get a ball of the right colour in, I can't play any way.

I smirk back, enjoying the show, "Put up or... you know the rest." I retort, catching her smugly glancing at me, before taking her shot, leaning far over, her nipples all but pressing into the fabric of the table as she taps the ball, sending it soaring into the corner pocket. She goes on to sink two more in one shot... but then her next scratches it, sending the cue ball into a centre pocket.

"Ooh, too bad." I tease, to which she sticks out her tongue, and with that, it's my turn. We go back in turn; soon we're both failing to sink one as the game nears completion. Eventually, it's down to just the 8 ball left, and thus the deciding factor on who gets to bring who home as a pet for the night...