The Side Project
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Chapter 42: Kyle - Saturday Nights in the Rental House
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 42: Kyle - Saturday Nights in the Rental House - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? While on a trip to explore a new city they make a discovery: A community of raging misogynistic 'Alpha' males who behave like frat boys and mistreat their wives. Suddenly they know exactly what their calling in life is. A collaborative writing project written from multiple character POVs by multiple authors.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
This is sort of a ‘season finale’ in that it’s the last night before the Sigmas have to head back to Cincinnati and reality, while Ky and Lexi are heading back to Houston to figure out what comes next for them. This will be the final chapter of The Side Project 1 for this crew. Chapter 43 will be our last chapter of book one and will follow in a few days. I hope you enjoy the chapter. I think it’s one of our best.
We said goodbye to the Ochoas with promises to stay in touch, then got in the rideshare we’d ordered for the trip back downtown.
“We were right to trust our gut on them. Good people,” I said once the car was moving.
“Agreed! Fun afternoon. Learned a lot too,” Lexi said.
“So what were y’all up to?” Our driver asked. It was the start of a pattern. The driver was a talker. I found it annoying because she seemed generally uninformed about most topics, so the conversation was inane, and I had more serious things I wanted to talk about with Lexi.
What did we make of all the new information we’d learned about the Alphas? What boundaries did we have for an evening with the Sigmas? Unfortunately, none of that was possible.
I was tempted to only give four stars, but reluctantly gave five since, aside from the drive being a chatterbox, the ride was fine. I noticed a text from the Sigmas. Reading it, I had to suppress a smile. Tonight was going to be fun.
“Fuck, that lady would not shut up,” Lexi said grouchily once we’d gotten out of the car back at our rental house.
“Yeah. Annoying. We have a lot to talk about,” I said.
“Right!? Oh well, we have time,” Lexi said.
As soon as we walked through the front door the smells hit us. Absolutely mouth-watering smells of rich, delicious food being cooked. We naturally headed towards the kitchen and the source of this olfactory treat.
“Heyoooo, our heroes!” Jackie yelled as soon as we entered the kitchen. She immediately set aside the cooking utensils she was working with and approached Lexi and me for hugs. Brandi was right behind her, and Rose followed suit a moment later.
“I gotta say, smells amazing in here, ladies,” I said once the greetings were finished.
“Thanks Ky! We’re going all out,” Jackie said.
“Rose’s fucking badass paella, tapas, and basically anything you want to drink!” Brandi said happily.
“My grandma was Spanish. Met my grandpa while he was in the Navy,” Rose explained. “Sadly I didn’t get too many years with her before she passed, but she wanted to be damn sure her granddaughter knew how to cook the classics.”
“Trust me,” Jackie said. “Rose doesn’t make the traditional paella often, but when she does? Well, I don’t worry about my weight for the evening, it’s too good not to indulge.”
Rose looked at us with a quick, shy smile. My heart swelled a little.
“I’ll be honest with you three, when you invited us for dinner, the last thing I expected was a home-cooked, authentic meal, but I’m incredibly grateful you chose to share this with us,” I said. I was genuinely touched by the gesture.
“Don’t get us wrong, we can be filthy sluts,” Brandi said, smiling. “But we’re more than initially meets the eye sometimes. These two,” she gestured at Rose and Jackie, “are very special ladies.”
“Oh my fuck you three are even cuter than I ever could have imagined!” Lexi exclaimed. “I’ll fucking drink to that!”
“What’s your poison, girl?” Brandi asked.
“Huh, actually I dunno,” Lexi admitted. “What would go well with this meal?”
“Sangria!” Brandi exclaimed.
“Um, isn’t that sort of fruity and sweet?” I asked.
“Nah, we make it more authentic, a little bit of sweetness, but you can still get some of the bite of the wine. Here, I’ll make you a couple glasses and if it’s too sweet I bet Jackie and I can prevent any waste,” Brandi said. “We’ll switch to a more traditional wine with the paella.”
Lexi and I nodded our assent and Brandi poured us two cups. I noted all of the Sigmas also had drinks poured. I took a sip of the sangria. It was seriously good. Not too sweet, just a little bit of the fruit flavor to balance the wine.
“This is awesome,” Lexi opined.
“Thanks! I’m glad you like it,” Rose said, a bit demurely.
“So like absolutely no pressure here, but we all brought cute outfits for tonight. I mean, obviously this was meant to be the last night of the bachelorette. Anyways, we thought we might wear ours,” Jackie explained.
“Little bit of dress up?” I asked.
“I suppose so. Again, no big deal if you prefer to just stick to comfy clothes. We aren’t naturally fancy girls. Honestly we’re just being a little vain and kind of hate wasting our cute outfits that we bothered to pack,” Jackie said.
“Yeah, I think I want to see this,” Lexi said. She had a bit of a mischievous smile on her face. “Ky and I can clean up a bit. If we’re back in 30 that work for when the food will be ready?”
“Absolutely perfect! We can rotate through and get ready!” Rose exclaimed.
“Ok! Awesome. This’ll be fun,” Brandi exclaimed.
“Well, guess it’s time to go make ourselves presentable, then,” I said to Lexi as I guided her out of the kitchen.
Lexi and I stripped out of the casual clothes we’d been wearing and hopped in the shower to rinse off the day.
“Well, what do you think about this evening?” Lexi asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb.
“I mean the elephant in the room, Brandi.”
“What about her? She seems cool,” I said.
“Dude, don’t be a jackass. We know where this night is likely headed,” Lexi said.
“Presumptuous of you,” I retorted.
“Why are you being a dickhead? We fucked Jackie and Rose the last two nights. Like come on,” Lexi said.
“Well we got over the weirdness of Jackie having been with Reed, right? Is Brandi that different?” I pointed out.
“Yeah, kind of, at least in my mind. Jackie was super fucked up on Wednesday. And I don’t think Reed did anything with her aside from the anal video,” Lexi said.
“Oh damn, do we need to relitigate the mock trial topic?” I teased.
Lexi huffed to indicate her frustration at my continued deflection. “Look, with Jackie, I could work through it. Jackie was in a totally different headspace for her encounter with Reed. Brandi’s another story. From what I know they spent the better part of two days fucking as much as they could.”
I sighed. Time to face reality. “I know,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about it. I definitely feel weird getting with someone Reed just slept with a couple nights ago, but Reed was crystal clear he has no interest in Brandi beyond hookups. I’m pretty sure Brandi feels the same way. So it’s not like we’re interfering with something. The way I think about it, if we turn down Brandi just because she had a casual hookup with Reed, in a weird way that feels like judgmental LIMP crap? Like the gal is not sullied by who she slept with.”
Lexi took a moment to process my words. “Yeah, I think that makes sense. I definitely feel a little weird about it, but I get your point that it’s almost a weird form of slut shaming if we exclude her, especially after what we suggested this morning. She’s also really fucking pretty.”
“Yup, you can say that again. I suppose we could do a similar approach to what we did our first time with Jackie. Feel things out,” I said. “You know, if things do happen to go that way.”
“That works for me,” Lexi said.
“Cool. Anyways, time to go get dressed up,” I said, turning off my showerhead.
“Would you mind grabbing the outfit I laid out and bringing it in here?” Lexi requested. “It’s on top of my suitcase.”
I nodded and dried myself. Once I was dry I took a moment to comb my hair and apply fresh deodorant, then retrieved Lexi’s clothes. I set the clothes on the counter and averted my eyes from Lexi, who had turned off the shower and was toweling off. I didn’t need myself getting distracted by her.
I dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a black button-up shirt that I knew Lexi liked, and that she claimed made me look handsome. I grabbed an item out of Lexi’s suitcase and pocketed it. Rather than wait for Lexi to be ready, I decided to head downstairs and see if I could make myself useful.
I found Jackie and Rose still in the kitchen downstairs. I presumed Brandi had left to get ready.
“Hey ladies, can I help at all?” I offered.
“Nope! This is a thank you dinner. Sit. Enjoy your sangria. Would you like to start on some of the tapas as an appetizer?” Jackie offered.
“I’ll wait until we’re all here to start munching. These do look delectable, though,” I said, eyeing the various dishes spread across the counter. I did grab my glass of sangria again and took a drink. It was very good.
“Thanks! As any good chef does, we’ve been sampling as we go,” Jackie said. “I think you’ll really like them.”
“Awesome. I take it today went well?” I asked.
Jackie just grinned. “This one has not been able to stop smiling all afternoon,” she said, waving her thumb over her shoulder at Rose.
Rose had been facing away from me, working at the stove. She set down her wooden spoon so she could turn and make eye contact. “Thank you, Ky. Seriously. This day has been amazing. I would say it’s like a dream come true, but does that apply if you never knew that you had that dream? You helped us see it for what it was,” she said.
“You’re sweet, but it was mostly Lexi,” I said, a little uncomfortable with the intensity of Rose’s words.
“No ... you know, actually I don’t think that’s true,” Rose said. “Lexi’s a special girl, and I’m beyond happy to have met her, but the more time I spend with you two, the more I’m realizing for her to be the amazing person she is, she needs the support of a confident partner. And that’s you, buddy.”
“Not to mention, you more than played your part in getting me to think more openly about relationships,” Jackie said.
“Well shit girls, I don’t know what to say. Thanks, I guess.”
“You can thank us later when we give you the filthiest blow job you can imagine and cum all over our tits,” Jackie said, smiling.
I laughed. “The Sigma Slut experience right there, sweet as syrup to crazed semen demons in three seconds flat.”
Rose and Jackie giggled. “I like it, that might be our new tagline!” Rose said.
“Whoaaaa, damnnnn girl!” Jackie called, looking over my shoulder. I turned to see who it was and saw Brandi striding towards us. She did look amazing in a burgundy wrap dress that showed off her lean body and left plenty of her long legs exposed via a deep slit over her thigh. She was rocking silver strappy shoes with a three-inch heel, making her even taller.
“Guess that means I’m up. Try not to burn anything while I’m gone,” Rose said and passed off cooking duties to Jackie before leaving to go get ready, giving Brandi a quick kiss on her way past.
“You do look very nice, Brandi,” I said. I felt a little awkward. Although she had been part of the little friend group we’d formed in Nashville over the last few days, I’d had very little direct interaction with Brandi.
“Thanks, appreciate that,” Brandi said. I liked her confidence. She knew she looked good and wasn’t going to fish for compliments, but she did still appreciate genuine ones.
“Did you get a chance to talk with Lexi about the Reed thing? Oh, and I don’t think I told you in the text, I did use a condom with him every time,” Brandi asked.
“Yes. We think we’re ok with it. We’re just going to maybe take it a little slow later,” I said.
“Ok cool. I never totally understood why guys are weird about that. I mean the girls and I share dicks all the time,” Brandi said.
“I suppose that’s a fair point,” I admitted. “But I also think this is where you being bi helps a bit. Like I imagine the thought of Jackie here with a guy is sort of hot. The idea of picturing Reed with a girl...” I took a long drink of my sangria to demonstrate how distasteful I found the image.
“Huhhhhh,” Brandi said. She was looking thoughtful. She started playing with the ends of her brown hair, clearly thinking something over. The pause caught Jackie’s attention and she turned to look at her friend.
“Uh oh, what’d you just figure out, Bran?” Jackie asked her friend. “This is her ‘having a revelation’ face,” Jackie explained to me.
“I’m actually not sure I’m bi,” Brandi said slowly.
“Ummm, how so?” I asked.
“I think I’m straight. I like guys,” Brandi explained.
“Uh, that seems like it could throw a wrench in things,” I pointed out. I glanced at Jackie. She looked concerned.
“So like I’m only attracted to guys, and Jac and Rose. They’re, like, my two exceptions,” Brandi said.
I chuckled slightly. “You’re the inverse of Lexi. A lesbian with an exception for yours truly,” I said, thinking about some of the revelations Lexi and I’d had recently.
“Hmmm, maybe I don’t have this quite right then,” Brandi said. Her head tilted to the side in thought.
“How’s that?”
“Um, I really want to fuck Lexi,” Brandi said. “And not just to put on a show for you two and Rose, I want her because she’s hot and she was good to me this morning. She picked up on my worry about being left behind and helped up see we could have it all.”
“I’m going to circle back to my line from this morning: fuck the labels. Sleep with who you want as long as it’s consensual. If straight with exceptions feels right to you, go for it. If bi does, that works too. The only people who judge and care about such things aren’t people worth your time,” I said.
“He’s right, Bran, you’re overthinking this shit. You can still be straight in a lesbian throuple if you want to be,” Jackie said.
“Yeah, y’all are right. I’ll figure it out,” Brandi said.
“I’ve always admired how adaptable you are. Actually, I’d say that was maybe the key way back when we formed our little gang as freshmen,” Jackie said.
I was curious to hear more about the Sigma Sluts’ origin story, but before I could ask more, Rose and Lexi entered the kitchen.
Lexi and I had been involved long enough that I’d seen her get dolled up on a few occasions for things like weddings or nicer dinners, but it was a rare enough occurrence that it was still a fun surprise when she did. Her hair was down and looked radiant. Her makeup was far more than she normally wore, but tasteful and really emphasized her bright green eyes. She had on a dark blue v-neck cashmere sweater that dipped far enough to offer a hint of cleavage and a grey skirt that was tight over her hips before flaring out and ending at mid-thigh. Long enough to be classy, but short enough to get my attention. The length of the skirt and open-toed three-inch black heels put her toned, athletic legs on display, even if they were comparatively short. She was the perfect balance of classy with just a hint of sexiness mixed in. I felt compelled to stand and kiss her. So I did.
“You look amazing,” I told Lexi once we’d kissed.
Jackie clapped. “The man speaks truth! Damn, you clean up nice, Lex!”
“Seconded!” Brandi called. Lexi smiled.
“And you are right there with her, babe. I love that outfit!” Jackie said, shifting the attention to Rose.
Rose was wearing a bright red micro skirt that immediately drew the eye. It was so short it barely covered everything, but under it she wore black tights thick enough they would probably pass as pants on their own. She’d complemented those with knee-high black boots with a low heel and a cream-colored long sleeve blouse that was largely sheer aside from a strategic thickening of the material to fully cover her breasts. It was a daring yet demure outfit, which in a lot of ways described Rose perfectly.
“You two are both perfect blends of classy and sexy,” Brandi opined.
“Thanks ladies!” Rose said and crossed the room to kiss her two partners.
“Well guess I’m up. Pressure’s on to match you three!” Jackie joked.
“Just wear something low cut and you’ll get all the attention, like normal,” Brandi teased. Jackie laughed and kissed her before leaving the kitchen.
The four of us chatted for a few minutes while we waited for Jackie to get ready. Rose mostly focused on the food, which gave Lexi and me the opportunity to chat with Brandi and get to know her more. We stuck to small talk - work, shows, movies - but I liked her more and more the more time we spent chatting.
Jackie walked into the kitchen wearing an emerald green evening dress with a sweetheart neckline that showed off what she considered her best asset - her large boobs. It was perhaps a bit sexier than her compatriots, but the knee-length hem, the silk material, and gold heels still gave the outfit an air of class. She received rousing cheers of approval from the four of us. -----
With the whole group dressed for dinner we eagerly dug into the spread of tapas. We poured glasses from the bottles of Tempranillo that Brandi opened now that it was time to eat. We started with seasoned shrimp, patatas bravas, chorizo al vino, and tortillas españolas.
“I mostly stuck with things I could make using stuff you can get at a normal grocery store, so no jamón ibérico unfortunately,” Rose said.
“That’s fine. These are all fantastic. Thank you,” Lexi said.
“Oh and I shouldn’t take all the credit. I couldn’t have gotten all this together so quickly without help from my sisters,” Rose said. Brandi and Jackie smiled at her appreciatively.
“So I have a question. Now that you’re in a relationship, what are you going to call each other?” I asked. “Sister could sort of send the wrong impression, you know?”
“We did talk about that a little bit, actually,” Jackie said. “Our plan is to largely just stick with the status quo. Our friends and families obviously know we’re super close friends. They just don’t know the more sordid details. No reason to change anything about that, really.”
“Makes sense. Labels just cause unnecessary issues,” Lexi said, glancing at me with an appreciative grin.
“Did you sort out what to do about housing?” I asked, recalling the debate that had kicked off everything that morning.
“Yep, we’re temporarily moving into Rose’s apartment together,” Jackie said.
“Per the terms of our negotiation, I’m required to upgrade to a king-sized bed. We like to cuddle but a queen is a little too tight,” Rose said, smiling. It was obvious all three women liked their new arrangement, but for Rose it clearly meant something a little bit extra special.
“It’s going to be so awesome to have someone to cuddle with most nights again,” Brandi said. During our chat we’d learned she’d been single for over a year.
“Amongst his many shortcomings, Johnny was a shitty cuddler. He got so sweaty. And he got mad if I slept nude because he thought I’d leak or something,” Jackie said.
“What a fucking weirdo. We should definitely be a ‘no clothes in bed’ household,” Brandi said.
“I dunno, you guys have so many cute panties and look so good in them,” Rose said in a slightly whiny voice. I glanced over at Lexi. It was pretty obvious her mouth was just about watering hearing about this, and it wasn’t from the delicious food.
“Don’t worry babe, we’ll wear them too sometimes,” Brandi said.
“Maybe we’ll come visit you guys sometime. Once you’re settled in,” I suggested.
“As long as you adhere to house rules,” Jackie said.
“Can I get an exception to the wearing panties thing?” I jokingly requested.
The Sigmas laughed. “We’ll consider it,” Rose said.
“Anyways, I still have a few months left on my lease so in the short term we’ll use my current apartment if one of us needs a, uh, place with a little more privacy,” Brandi explained.
“Very Sigma Slut of you to have a bachelorette pad,” I joked.
“After my lease is up, we’ll see where things are at. We were all independently thinking about buying a small house or condo. One of the very practical advantages of our new arrangement is three incomes,” Brandi said. “We can afford a lot more if we go in together on a place.”
“That’s so cool. I’m truly happy for you guys,” Lexi said, and I could tell from her expression she meant it. She was also pretty obviously jealous.
The main course, the paella, was every bit as good as advertised. The flavor was complex and utterly delicious. Everyone expressed their appreciation for Rose’s skill.
“If your grandma was Spanish, did you grow up speaking it?” Lexi asked.
“Sort of. Mainly at my grandma’s house. Then I took a lot of classes in college to pump up my GPA since I already spoke it fairly well. So I’d say I’m fluent, albeit slightly out of practice,” Rose told us.
That naturally segued into Lexi and I recapping meeting our new Spanish-speaking friends, the Ochoas, and what we’d learned about the Alphas and their control structure.
“Those dudes give me some seriously bad vibes, y’all. You should be careful,” Jackie said in reaction to our story.
“Yeah, I mean I think your club idea is really cool, but it sounds like you’d essentially be spitting in their faces,” Brandi added. “Could get ugly.”
“Eh, it’s not like we’re personally putting our names on the documents. They barely even know who we are,” I pointed out.
“There’s more to it than that though, isn’t there?” Rose asked, regarding Lexi and me. “You don’t just want to make money. You want to troll those idiots and help the neglected wives, don’t you?”
Rose really did get us. “Kind of,” Lexi admitted. “We’re not going to be reckless, but you, of all people, should understand this, Rose.”
Rose giggled and nodded. “I may want in. At some point. Maybe.”
“Alright gang, decision time,” Jackie said. We’d finished dinner, all expressed a desire to never move again, and thanked Rose at least three times each for the food. “Are we seriously all going to surrender to our food comas, change into comfy clothes and Netflix and Chill? Or we going out?”
“Let’s go out. At least one drink,” I said.
“Really?” Lexi asked. It was slightly out of character for me to be so sure.
“What can I say? I’m a little vain sometimes. The idea of going out with four smoking hot women who look as good as you ladies do tonight? Appealing,” I admitted. It was mostly honest.
“I’m down. Probably a little vain here too, but I feel like we look too good not to go out, at least briefly,” Brandi said.
“Good call. Ride will be here in ten,” Jackie said, looking up from her phone.
“We texted with Allie and Lauren earlier to get a recommendation for a good place to go if we decided to go out. We think you’ll like it,” Rose explained once we were in the rideshare.
The bar, or it might have been more accurate to call it a lounge, didn’t disappoint. The place was clearly high end, as evidenced by the $100 per person cover charge. The main area featured standing tables and a softly lit bar. To the left was a medium-sized dance floor with a few dozen couples on it. The music was courtesy of a live acoustic band that was playing a soft rock song when we walked in. It was the perfect volume for the music to be background noise in the bar area.
We purchased a couple bottles of wine at the bar - we figured cocktails were a bad idea at this stage - and the Sigmas led us through a pair of doors at the opposite end of the lounge from the dance floor. We emerged into a room with pool tables. The noise and music from the main bar area was partially muffled by the doors, creating a relatively quiet atmosphere. There were six tables arranged in a grid pattern, only three of which were occupied.
“Evening folks, y’all interested in shooting some pool?” asked an attendant.
“Yes, please,” Brandi replied.
Momentarily, we were set up at a pool table with our wine on a standing table off to the side. There was a little bit of back and forth about potential team combinations, but we settled on Brandi and Lexi vs. Jackie and Rose. I appointed myself coach on the basis of having had a pool table at home when I was young.
I also volunteered to break to get the game going so the ladies would have a nice distribution of balls around the table. I was pleased my shot got the balls spread reasonably evenly across the table with the cue ball close to the center.
Rose and Lexi played rock-paper-scissors to determine which team got to go first. Rose won and circled the table, assessing her choices. She decided the fourteen ball was her best option. As she bent over and lined up her shot on the center pocket I noticed two things. First, at this angle the front her top billowed away from her body. From my angle that meant I could see plenty of side boob since the blouse was sheer aside from the thicker material on the front. I had a pretty much uninhibited side view of her small breasts.
The other thing that surprised me was a flash of fluorescent yellow peeking out from under Rose’s comically short skirt. It took me a couple glimpses to figure out what was going on. Rose had worn a brightly colored g-string over the top of her leggings. When she bent over it was on display, even if she was still properly covered by the tights. What a tease.
Rose drained the shot, making her and Jackie stripes. She tried a complicated bank shot on the eleven ball, which missed.
Brandi was up next and drained the six and seven balls quickly before she misfired.
Jackie stepped up to take her turn. When she bent over the table her already revealing dress left practically her entire rack on display. I glanced at Lexi, she was transfixed. That was fair, we both knew how hot Jackie looked with her clothes off. Unfortunately she missed her shot.
That meant Lexi was up. She regarded the table carefully. She really didn’t have a great shot. She positioned herself for a low percentage bank shot. I took the opportunity to step and ‘coach’ her.
“Here, if you adjust your hips a little, Lex, to be more lined up, your shot will be true,” I said. I stood unnecessarily close behind her and put my hands on the erogenous zone I knew she had at the top of her thighs, rather than her actual hips. I had no idea if what I was telling her was remotely correct. That wasn’t the point, the tease was. Lexi involuntarily shuddered at my touch. I caught Rose’s eye. She mostly was successful in suppressing a smirk, but I still caught it. The game was on.
The game continued that way. Rose basically couldn’t take a shot without something interesting being on display. Jackie’s boobs were in danger of falling out every time she bent over. I kept taking opportunities to ‘coach’ each of the ladies, which were really glorified excuses to feel them up, always making sure Lexi was taking note.
The women weren’t particularly good, but they weren’t totally inept either, so the game didn’t bog down too much.
“Should we consider a wager?” Rose suggested. Both sides had five balls left on the table, so it was pretty evenly matched.
“Perhaps, what do you propose?” Brandi asked.
“We win, we pick the next activity after we’re done here,” Jackie suggested.
“Hmm, what do you have in mind?” Lexi asked.
“Not sure, depends on what mood we’re in. Might just be a rematch,” Rose said.
“Ok and if we win?” Lexi asked.
“You get our panties for the rest of the evening,” Jackie offered. Her grin was very salacious.
Lexi thought for a moment. “But Rose is wearing leggings, I don’t feel like her losing her panties is really all that risqué,” she pointed out.
“You drive a hard bargain. How about if I take off my leggings too?” Rose suggested. “I would be a very, very naughty girl to be prancing around in a skirt this short, wouldn’t I?”
Lexi hesitated, sensing a trap, but the idea was too much for her to resist. “Deal.”
The game restarted and a few more balls were sunk. Brandi was up with three balls left to drain, and a decent shot, but the cue ball was placed such that she practically needed to lie on the table to hit an accurate shot. She tried to position herself with me guiding her, but her dress was getting in the way.
“Lex, could you hold your partner’s dress up so we can get this angle right?” I requested. Lexi dutifully gathered the burgundy cloth so Brandi could hit the shot. The way Brandi was bent over, and the high slit in her dress, meant that she was essentially exposed from the waist down to Lexi. I watched Lexi’s eyes. They were glued to Brandi’s ass. I wondered if the tall brunette had bothered with panties.
Brandi hit her shot but missed the next one. There was a little more back and forth, but three rounds later Jackie drained the eight ball for the win.
Lexi sighed. She wasn’t a great loser. “Alright, what’s next? Rematch?”
“Actually, I think some dancing would be really fun!” Jackie exclaimed.
“Yay!” Rose echoed.
“What the fuck?” Lexi asked, scowling.