15

You didn’t hesitate. You weren’t happy that Mitch had found a way to get you to put your victory at risk…especially since what he was offering wasn’t something you wanted. You needed to make sure that he didn’t win. Even if you couldn’t convince Cindy to accept your previous victory, you had no doubt that her penalty would be better than whatever Mitch had in mind. You took aim at the 15 ball. You took a long slow stroke with the cue. The cue ball curved, but caught enough of the 15 ball to send it into the corner pocket.

Despite the jeers of Bill and Jim, Mitch kept one hand squarely over his crotch as he slid his briefs to the floor. He couldn’t keep you from getting a nice view of his ass as he bent over to pick up the lost item.

You turned to line up the 13 ball, but after a moment, stood back up. The cue was a little too close to the rail. The six was at a better angle. You decided to hit the cue ball hard. It was not just to ensure that the impact with the six was hard enough to send it into the side pocket, but you were hoping that the cue would continue on to break apart the 4-10 on the rail. The cue achieved its primary goal, much to Cindy’s chagrin, but failed to hit the balls stuck together at the other end. After hitting the 6 ball and side rail just beyond, the white ball hit the end of the table an inch or so from the pair. It hit off the side rail on the other side of the table and rolled to a stop almost exactly where it had started.

Cindy merely shrugged as she set aside her cue. With her legs spread slightly, she lifted up her sweater to get at the zipper on the side of her skirt. An exaggerated shake of her hips let it fall to her thighs. It stayed there a moment before she closed them just enough to let it slide the rest of the way to the floor. The guys got a clear view of her proof that she was truly a blonde…at least until she let her sweater drop back down. Although a tug on its hem pulled it over everything; when released, it rose enough to tease them with a partial view of her love lips. They got a much clearer view when Cindy turned around and picked up the just removed skirt. Bending over pulled the bottom of her sweater up enough to reveal everything below her waist and spreading her legs far enough to keep her balance pulled her cheeks apart to let them see both holes.

All four guys were still staring at her as you lined up the 13 ball. It was a slightly better angle than before. The soft touch of the cue against the orange striped ball was enough to send it into the corner pocket. Already naked, you didn’t have to wait for Mitch to strip. You moved to the other side of the table to line up a shot on the 14 ball. You winced as the green striped ball hit the edge of the pocket and just sat there. Cindy smiled and finished the shot.

“Looks like I got my first victim.” Cindy said with a smile, “I wanna see what I won.” Mitch looked even more nervous…uneasy.

“Come on big boy, show us what you got.” you added. Only after Bill and Jim chimed in did Mitch drop his hands to his sides. You couldn’t stifle the snicker that came to your lips. You snicker was covered but the laughter from Cindy and the guys.

It may not have been the smallest cock you ever saw, but you couldn’t recall one that was. It couldn’t have been bigger than your middle finger…between your knuckle and the first joint. It looked as if it were trying to make itself even smaller and hide from your gaze in his pubes. The only thing was he had none. The area around his cock and balls was smooth. You knew girls who would shave themselves to please their man, but you had never heard of a guy who did.

“Not exactly the big prize I was hoping for.” Cindy said with a smirk.

“Maybe he can make it bigger for you.” you added. As slow back and forth motion with your thumb and fingers forming a circle left no doubt as to what you were suggesting. Cindy smiled and agreed. Only after he started jerking off did she try to line up her next shot. She hit the 3 ball and sent it rolling across the table. It bounced off the rail well away from any pocket. You tried ignore Mitch and line up the 7 ball, but your shot missed badly as well. Both of you missed a second attempt.

“I don’t know Cindy,” you murmured, “It doesn’t seem to be getting any bigger.”

“Maybe he just needs a little inspiration!” Cindy countered. The blonde took aim at the yellow ball that was just waiting to be sunk and shot. You knew she couldn’t miss. You started around to the other side of the table as she took the shot. She didn’t miss. You were already reaching for the waistband of your panties as the 1 ball fell. The way you wiggled your hips as you slid them down your legs may not have been as sexy as what Cindy did, but you couldn’t tell by the way the guys stared at your crotch.

Since neither of you wanted to risk putting your own ball into a pocket, you both avoided the 4 and 10 balls on the rail. Instead, she shot at the 3 ball while you tried to sink the 7 ball. Neither of you had any luck at sinking the other’s ball. Any luck seemed to be in leaving the balls in a position where the other didn’t have a good shot.

“Not sure the view is helping.” you observed as Cindy finished her latest try at sinking the 3. Although Mitch was dutifully moving his thumb and fingers up and down his cock, it didn’t look any bigger or stiffer. And from where Cindy stood, bent over to take the shot, her legs spread quite a bit, there was no question Mitch had a clear view of her love lips. The blonde looked over as you took aim at the 7.

“Maybe we need to do something different…” she agreed. Satisfied with your aim, you hit the cue ball. It moved the considerably closer to the corner pocket near your 4 ball. The cued stayed relatively close to it. You grimaced as Cindy took aim at the 3 ball. It may not have been a gimme, but it wasn’t exactly a difficult shot either.

“Maybe if you showed him your boobies.” Cindy suggested as she took the shot. She groaned as the 3 ball hit the edge of the pocket and froze there.

“You first!” you countered. You quickly sank the 7 ball in the corner. The cheerleader made more of a show of caressing and playing with her twin mounds than she did of exposing them for all to see. You waited patiently for Cindy to finish her show. It gave you time to weigh your options. You took aim at the 4 ball. You had ****. The 10 ball was hiding behind the 4 ball. You could hit the 3 ball, but at best, it would only delayed things by knocking it away from the hole. More likely you would sink it and have to take off your bra as well. Even then, you would still have to deal with the 4 and 10 balls sitting against the near rail. A bank shot was likely to separate the balls without sinking either. That would give Cindy two easy shots and the game. You struck the cue sharply to ensure that it would send the 10 ball rolling to the pocket.

“YES! “ you called out as the blue stripe ball dropped into the corner pocket. You ignored the second soft click as the 4 ball followed the 10 into the corner pocket. After all, with the game over, you didn’t have to take off your bra. You had already won. You stiffened as the sound of a third ball dropping into a pocket reached your ears. You whirled. There was a single ball on the table…the 3 ball.

Mitch smiled as Cindy reached into the pocket and pulled out the cue ball and her 10 ball. She placed the 10 on the spot to mark where the initial rack was set. Mitch jumped to his feet, reached into the nearest pocket, and placed the 12 ball behind Cindy’s 10 ball. Able to place the cue ball wherever she wanted, Cindy placed it so that she couldn’t miss the three.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked as she lined things up. You sighed and started to reach behind your back with both hands. Even as you did, you felt a quick tug. Unsnapped, your bra fell away from your chest. Before you could react, Mitch finished unwrapping you. He smiled as he revealed a pair of hard red nubs.

The view did nothing to distract Cindy. The last of your balls fell into the side pocket. Cindy circled the table and took aim at the pair in the middle. Although she was aiming for the 12 ball, she caught them both. They both went rolling towards pockets on the far side of the table. The twelve went towards the corner pocket. It hit both edges before stopping on the edge. That brought a groan from Cindy. She groaned even louder as Mitch snatched the cue from her hands. A quick shot sent the 10 the rest of the way into the side pocket. The cue hit the side rail and came to a stop along the end rail.

“Looks like I win ladies.” he gloated. You glanced over at the door. Even though Mitch was closer to the door, you were pretty sure you could beat him to the door, even if he decided to chase you instead of Cindy. Once through, you were pretty sure he would not chase you because he was just as exposed as you were. You knew of two or three ways to get back to your dorm room without being seen. And you had left it open, as always so you could get in. The problem were Jim and Bill. Even if they didn’t grab you to help Mitch and get a free show, they would know you had welched on the bet.

“Fine!” you spat at him. Although it sounded as though you were upset at him, or perhaps Cindy, your anger was aimed squarely at yourself. After all, you were the one who had scratched and let Mitch back in the game. “What do you want?!”