Chapter 54: Hustled?

December 21, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I said.

"Afraid you'll lose?" Violet asked.

No, I thought, I wasn't afraid of losing at all. In fact, I was sure that, win or lose, I'd win from a certain perspective.

"No, that's not it..." I started.

"Then let's play!"

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, "I can't think of a more fun way to celebrate my birthday!"

I could, and I was sure that what I was thinking was exactly what she was thinking, and she was just working her way up to it. And looking at her, I truly DID want to see her naked. The last shred of willpower was destroyed by imagining what she would look like without her clothes on and how we might use all her pent-up energy. I set the cue ball down and broke, sinking the eleven.

"Stripes again!" I said with a grin.

"Laugh it up, Mike! You won't be laughing when you're standing there naked!"

"Uh-huh," I said.

Despite her confidence, I easily won the game on my third turn with three solids still on the table. She'd had bad luck because each of those three had been against the rail, midway between the pockets. When I called and sank the eight ball, she frowned and reached down to remove a sock.

"Socks count as one," I grinned.

"What?!" she protested.

"They go on in pairs, so they come off in pairs!"

I realized that it was going to be a bit chilly in the basement, so as she removed her other sock, I turned up the baseboard heating to warm the room, though if I won four or five more games, I was pretty sure it would be warm for other reasons!

I racked the balls and Violet took the cue ball in hand, positioned it, and broke, scoring a stripe in the corner pocket. The game was close, but I won when I left her a terrible position with just the eight on the table, and I was able to make a moderately difficult shot to sink it in a corner pocket.

Violet screwed up her face in annoyance and pulled her yellow sweater over her head, revealing a thin cotton blouse. I'd need to win another game before I got to see any real skin, but she was down to four items, and I had six because of my belt.

"Reconsidering your bet?" I asked.

"No!" she declared feistily.

"My break!" I grinned.

I sank a solid and a second one but missed the third shot. And Violet ran the table, not giving me another shot. As I removed my socks, I suddenly wondered if I'd been suckered.

"That was impressive," I said.

"Rack 'em, Mike!" she declared.

It got uglier from there. I was GOOD, but she was GREAT! I probably could have matched her if I'd been playing consistently for two years, but I hadn't, and it showed. I lost four straight games, leaving me with just my jeans and briefs, while she had her blouse, bra, jeans, and panties.

"Feeling a bit less sure now?" she asked with a smirk.

"I'm being hustled," I said.

"No, you aren't! I TOLD you that I practiced."

"And you decided to lull me into complacency?"

"And this is my problem exactly how?" she asked with a smirk.

My own words were coming back to haunt me!

"Your break," I replied.

She did and sank one of each, selecting solids. She didn't run the table, but there were only two solids left when it was my turn. I did my best to muster every last ounce of skill I had to fend off impending defeat at the hands of a bubbly, vivacious sixteen-year-old girl. Of course, as I'd thought, I'd likely win even if I lost, but I didn't want to be humiliated at the pool table.

I took time to thoroughly review the table and considered the best approach to sinking as many stripes as possible before I had to yield back, hoping that if I couldn't run the table, I'd at least get another turn. I managed to sink four, and then Violet sank her two, but the eight ball was basically guarded by the three remaining stripes, so she had to take a 'safety' lest she lose by scratching. That gave me the opening I needed, and with a clear field, I ran the table.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief as Violet removed her blouse, revealing a lacy red bra which accentuated her milky white skin. Her breasts were modest but perfectly proportional to her soft curves. I took a moment to take in the view and then racked the balls for my break. The game was close, but she managed to sink the eight while the eleven was still on the table. I removed my jeans, revealing my black briefs with a VERY obvious bulge.

"Hah!" she exclaimed excitedly. "One to go!"

"Overconfidence will be your undoing," I grinned.

"I only need to win one before you win three! I'm ahead 5-2!"

"We'll see," I said.

I eked out a victory on a very tricky shot to sink my last solid, and then another difficult shot to sink the eight, and was rewarded with Violet taking off her jeans, revealing red lace panties which were just translucent enough to reveal a patch of curly black pubic hair.

"That's better," I grinned.

"Uh-huh," she replied. "Play!"

We did, and at the end, she missed a shot I knew she could have made. In fact, I was sure she had deliberately missed. I won, and Violet removed her bra, putting her firm, round breasts on display. Her pink nipples were erect and just begging to be suckled, but that wasn't part of the deal, at least as it had been voiced. What it did do was ensure the bulge in my briefs was even larger as my erection strained to break free.

"Next one decides it," I grinned.

"Rack 'em!" she declared.

I did, and I suppressed a chuckle when Violet's near-perfect form returned. I had no doubt in my mind that she'd wanted to get down to her panties when I was fully naked. It was close, but she pocketed the eight to take the last game of the set.

"I win!" she exclaimed, her bubbly personality surfacing once again.

I set my cue down, turned to face her, and stripped off my briefs, allowing my erection to spring free. Violet smiled and stared intently, her gaze fixed on my groin. I simply stood still and waited, unsure what she would do next, if anything. I knew there was a distinct possibility that this was it, but I didn't think that was the case.

"Can I claim my prize?" she asked saucily.

"I thought seeing me naked WAS the prize," I grinned. "But what did you have in mind?"

"Your cue in my pocket!"

"That sounds like a prize for me!" I replied. "And a very interesting way to celebrate your birthday!"

She smiled and quickly stripped off her panties, then stood up so I could look her over just as she had me.

"I need to get some rubbers," I said.

"I started taking the Pill three months ago," she said. "So I could do what I wanted to do today!"

"Hustle me at pool?" I asked.

She laughed, "Not specifically, but it kind of worked out that way."

"So I'm a target of opportunity?" I asked.

"I always thought you were cute, but I didn't plan in advance for this to turn out this way. But I absolutely want my prize!"

I held out my arms, and she bounced the five or six steps into my arms, and we exchanged a soft French kiss, my erection trapped between our stomachs and her hard nipples pushing into my chest. Violet ran her hands over my back and butt, and I did the same, loving the feel of the firm muscles of her but in my hands. She broke the kiss after a minute.

"My fantasy is the pool table," she whispered. "I want to sit on the rail and watch it go in."

I nodded, and we kissed again, then I helped her onto the rail of the pool table.

"Mind if I have a taste first?" I asked.

"Oh God, please! Everyone says that feels SO good!"

I smiled and took a slight detour by way of her breasts, suckling each pink nipple for a few seconds before kissing my way down to her mons, which was covered with soft, black, curly pubic hair. She spread her legs wide, revealing plump, blood-engorged labia, which were just begging to be kissed and licked. I took a step back, put my hands on the railing of the table, and pressed my tongue gently into Violet's slick, warm folds.

"Oooooohhh!" she gasped as my tongue entered her.

I swirled my tongue, then ran it across Violet's button, causing her to moan softly.

"Right there!" she declared breathlessly.

Using the tip of my tongue, I traced small circles around her clit, closing my mouth to suck on it every few circuits. Violet groaned softly each time I did that, and after perhaps a dozen gentle sucks, she shuddered, and a small amount of juice ran from her tunnel. I was afraid we'd stain the table, but she was positioned so that the few drops I didn't catch with my tongue dripped onto the wood.

I straightened up and kissed Violet on the lips, and she hungrily accepted my tongue into her mouth for a deep French kiss. I moved close enough to her so that my shaft rubbed against her labia, and she flexed her hips to increase the contact. After a couple of minutes, I broke the kiss, grasped my shaft, and placed my glans against Violet's labia. She shifted a bit so she could look down and see.

"Go slow," she whispered.

I nodded and pushed slowly forward, splitting her labia and slowly entering her. I stopped when my glans was inside her.

"Wow!" she breathed in awe. "Keep going."

I felt a small ring of flesh with the tip of my glans through it, but I was sure it would tear as I pushed all the way in.

"It might hurt a bit," I said.

"I know," she whispered. "It's OK."

I pushed forward and felt the thin ring of flesh give way and an increase of warmth that indicated a bit of blood. Violet grunted softly, so I stopped and waited.

"Take it out," she requested.

I wondered if she'd changed her mind and if she had, I'd be disappointed, but if there was one thing I knew, it was 'no' meant 'no' and 'stop' meant 'stop'. I obliged and looked down to see streaks of red on my glans.

"So cool," she gushed. "Put it back slowly, but go the whole way."

She'd wanted to see her virginal blood! I grasped my shaft again, lined up, and began pushing slowly into her tight, warm tunnel. I resisted the urge to simply take her with a single thrust, and she watched as, inch by inch, my shaft disappeared into her welcoming womanhood. When I was fully inside her, our pubic hair meshed together, and I kissed her.

"Do it slow," she requested. "And I want to watch."

I obliged, pulling back slowly, then gently pushing forward as she watched intently, once again kissing her when I was fully inside her. I repeated the motions three more times, and when I broke the last kiss, she sat up and put her arms around my neck.

"I can't take this anymore," she gasped. "Move us to the floor!"

She was light enough and I was strong enough that I could do that while staying inside her. The second she was on the floor, she threw her legs around me and began humping against me.

"Fuck me, Mike!" she demanded.

I began thrusting into her, and she thrashed under me, wildly bucking her hips and releasing all that pent-up energy in an erotic frenzy. She had an almost continuous string of orgasms, groaning and gasping as each one crashed over her, her very tight tunnel spasming around my shaft, threatening to take me over the edge before I was ready. I managed to keep control for some time, then finally let myself go.

"Happy birthday," I whispered as I blasted jet after jet of cum into Violet's spasming pussy.

"A nearly perfect way to celebrate!" she replied through heavy breaths after our orgasms had passed.

"Nearly?"

"Twice more would make it perfect!" she said.

"You're not sore?" I asked.

"No, it was like a pinch, then just crazy pleasure! Can we do it again?"

"Yes. I just need a bit of time to recover."

We kissed, and I enjoyed her breasts until I was hard, and we had another frenetic fuck on the basement floor. And then a third one. When our breathing returned to a semblance of normal, I led her up to the bathroom so we could shower. We washed each other, and I made sure to soap away the red streaks on her thighs. I was just about to shut off the shower when Violet sank to her knees and took my semi-erect dick into her mouth and, after I became hard, gave me a nice blowjob, allowing me to cum in her mouth. I thanked her with a deep French kiss, and after a quick rinse, we got out of the shower and dried ourselves.

I took the wet towels back to the basement with us, and after we dressed, put them into the washing machine. I didn't start it because I needed to clean up our mess from the basement floor and wipe down the rail of the pool table. I grabbed an aerosol can of stain remover and sprayed it on the wet spot on the floor, then wiped down the rail of the pool table. That completed, I used the towel to rub the stain remover into the carpet, and a second towel to blot it. I'd just need to vacuum it in about an hour after it dried.

Violet and I went upstairs, where we each had a Coke, and then I walked her to the door.

"Thanks for the perfect birthday gift!" she said.

"You could have beat me six straight, right?"

"Yes!" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "But getting your cue in my pocket was what I really wanted!"

"You could have just asked," I said.

"Which would not have been nearly as much fun!"

"True!"

"Anytime you want to play pool," she said saucily, "just let me know!"

We exchanged a soft kiss, and then she left the house. I put on 'Tattoo You' from my dad's Rolling Stones collection, then sat down on the couch and closed my eyes.

"Mike?" I heard a voice say, startling me.

"Hey, Lissa!" I replied, stretching a bit, then standing up.

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yes."

"What did you do while we were gone?" she asked.

"I did my shopping, came home, had lunch, then put on an album. I sat down on the couch and must have dozed off. What time is it?"

"4:00pm. You slept three or four hours?"

"I guess so. But, oh man, did I have the most vivid dream I could ever imagine!"

December 22, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio

On Thursday morning, I went to see Maggie, and we spent an hour talking and cuddling, with just a bit of kissing. As had happened on Saturday, she left when Hannah returned so that she didn't risk being caught by her parents. Hannah let me know she had the house to herself for the morning, and I was tempted, but I had promised Clarissa I'd spend the morning with her.

When I arrived home, Liz was just getting out of bed. She'd been at Violet's party but hadn't come home by the time Clarissa and I had gone to bed.

"Good party?" I asked.

"AWESOME!"

"What time did you finally get home?"

"About 1:00am. Did Mindy tell you what we did yesterday?"

"No."

"Helped Emmy move to her cousin's apartment in Rutherford."

"Did she tell her parents?"

"She left a note. Her dad was at work, and her mom was shopping. She was afraid if she said anything, they'd try to stop her. She just couldn't stay at home after what happened with Jayce."

"I think she was smart to get out of there, and I'm glad her cousin could take her in."

"Mindy, Violet, Valerie, Hannah, and Emmy are coming over today."

"What is Emmy doing for a car?"

"She doesn't need one for now. She can walk to work, and the school bus stops in the apartment complex. Mindy will pick her up today."

"What do you guys plan to do?"

"Hang out. We'll probably play pool. You and Clarissa are welcome to join us. Violet is pretty good."

How had I known that in my dream? And, of course, the 'pig' in me wondered if she was as good as I'd imagined. The somewhat self-controlled Mike wasn't going to find out because she was only sixteen.

"Maybe Liz and I should go out," Clarissa teased. "We can leave you with the other girls."

I'd shared the dream with Clarissa when we'd returned home after Vespers. She'd laughed and teased me about actually doing it, but, in the end, she'd agreed that the fantasy was best kept locked away in my mind.

"Don't encourage him!" Liz protested.

I suppressed a laugh, thinking if she only knew that I didn't NEED encouragement!

"His brain just short-circuited at the thought," Clarissa teased.

"And given that Violet and Valerie are Sophomores," I said, "that's where it has to stay — in my brain!"

"You're just no fun, Petrovich!" Clarissa replied.

"Oh, I am, but if there are no rules, things quickly get out of hand."

"True."

"I'm going to get breakfast," Liz said, turning towards the kitchen.

"So, what's the plan for the day?" I asked Clarissa. "It's up to you. The only planned thing we have to do is pick up Jocelyn and Tasha for the movie."

"I think you should stay and play pool with Violet!" Clarissa said mirthfully, keeping her voice low.

"Right, because feeding my temptation is such a GRAND idea."

"Hang on, Petrovich!" Clarissa said with an evil smile. "Isn't it true that if you look at a woman lustfully, you've already sinned?"

"Yes," I chuckled, knowing exactly where she was going with this line of thought.

"So if you're going to do the time..."

"I may as well do the crime?" I grinned. "If I weren't Orthodox, that might actually make sense. But we don't 'do time', as it were; there is no 'purgatory' to cleanse our sins. Either Jesus atoned for our sins, or he didn't. If he didn't, then nobody can be saved. If he did, then why do we need a place like 'purgatory'? And seriously, if someone can buy your way out with an indulgence, then just exactly how does it 'purge' anything? I'm just asking, mind you."

"I should have known better than to try to trip you up with theology, even teasingly! But didn't the Catholics do away with indulgences?"