With a third drink you get lucky

With the third beer you start to tease the guys more, leaning over farther to let them see down your top or ogle your fine ass, or exagerating your handling of the stick so that it looks like your fondling it.

"Oh look, I need to chalk it," you say, without knowing whether it's true or not. It's an excuse for you to clench the thick end of the stick high up between your thighs while rubbing the thin end like you're giving it a handjob.

"Here, let me hold that for you," Josh says from behind you, reaching around you to hold the stick, inadvertantly jamming it against your crotch.

"Ah," you gasp, feeling his body against yours, including a very interesting hard spot that presses against your lower back. "Th-thanks."

Holding the chalk at the end with one hand you're about to rotate it when Josh instead rotates the stick. A slight groan escapes you as it grinds against your clit, especially when he shifts his grip and the stick moves up and down, all the while pressing firmly against your thoroughly wet crotch.

"That's... that's good," you groan. "So good."

"I'll just put it on the table," Josh tells you, as if he hadn't realized what he'd been doing to you. He pushes the stick down until it rests against the edge of the table. With his hands pressing down on it the thick end levers up against your pussy, crushing your clit between the hard wood and your body. His hands push down a few times like he can't figure out why it won't go further down, and each push shoves it forcefully up against your love button, drawing a moan closer and closer to escaping your gaping mouth.

Resting on hand heavily on the stick he reaches between your legs from behind,, his calloused fingers dragging through your crack before their roughness rasps like velcro across your velvety lips until they find the end of the stick.

Without letting his friends see what he's doing you can fee his fingers crushing your clit against the polished wood while his thumb digs its way up your drenched canal, clawing at the front walls of your pussy while his friends look on with bemusement, giving no indication that they know what he's doing.

As if with a mind of their own your hands press down upon the part of the stick above the table while Josh's visible hand reaches down and jerks it up so hard your toes nearly leave the ground. It jams your clit against your body so much his other fingers have nothing to prod, and instead gather up what they can of your pussy lips, tuggin on them even while your thumb scratches against your insides.

"How about a kiss for luck?" Josh says, just as you're about to scream out an orgasm, and recognizing what's happening you put up no resistance as his lips clamp down upon yours, his large tongue invading yours like a slobbering army while you groan out an orgasm, his mouth staying on yours throughout.

At long last it ends after what seems to be an eternity, and his fingers remove themselves from both pussy and stick, resulting in pool cue flipping upwards until it's even with the table, your skirt floating up to rest atop its tip like a flag, or a lady's handkerchief atop the lance of her knight.

"You gonna take your shot, Jenny?" Kenny asks as if he can't see your bare crotch. "You might just get lucky."