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Of Cue Sticks & Garters

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Ingrid Rios drove the cue stick forward in a smooth motion. The cue ball kissed the bumper and grazed the black ball that hung on the very edge of the pocket, causing it to fall.

“That’s a hundred Manny, wanna double up again?” the small woman asked as she chalked her cue.

“Nah, you’re already into me for most of my take on the deal I came here to do. I’ll give the rest to the putas over at Rosie’s, at least I’ll get something for the green,” the stocky Mexican in the greasy biker leathers said as he broke down his expensive cue stick and placed it in a black case.

“Yeah, the clap,” Ingrid replied as she pocketed the cash sitting on the lip of the table.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he replied amiably. Manny was a short, stocky, balding Mexican and leader of the feared Banditos motorcycle club. No matter how many times she saw him he always gave the impression of being off, almost like his upper body had been intended for longer legs and somewhere there was a mix up. Whenever he made it to town he stopped in and said hello. They would usually play a rack or two of pool, share a pitcher of beer, reminisce for a bit and then he would be on his way. Manny knew she was a lesbian and there was a comfort level between them that kept sexual innuendo out of their dealings. It wasn’t too curious, considering she had been his old lady for two years before she decided she was really more into girls. The Bandito’s lifestyle made it easy to discover herself and experiment with her sexuality, after all free-for-all orgies were a Saturday night ritual. Manny had been cool with it and she suspected her leaving him had come as a relief. He was a free spirit and anything that tied him down was hard on him.

Ingrid was short and stocky as well, but where Manny seemed disproportionate she appeared to be well put together. Her wide hips and large ass coupled with an impressive bust made her seem lush and inviting. Her face was exotic, a mixture of features from her father, a Hispanic Sergeant in the U.S. Third Infantry Division and her mother, a German girl from the good side of Berlin. Her father had met her mother while he was stationed overseas and they had been married while her mother was pregnant with Ingrid.

After Manny left she moved behind the bar and wiped it down. Tanner’s was her place, bought for her by Manny as a kind of breaking up gift. Tanner had been a Caucasian with a fondness for the senoritas. It had gotten him into trouble and he had been forced to leave Texas in a damned big hurry. The stocky biker had picked the roadhouse up for a song and given it to her the night he and the Banditos roared out of her day-to-day life. Manny usually lost when they played. Ingrid felt like he lost on purpose, wanting to help out, but afraid of offering her charity and rousing her anger. If he realized the tidy sum she had saved since she took over the place he would probably be less willing to part with his ill-gotten gains.

She loved the little place and had proven to be a sound businesswoman. Manny and the Banditos now used the back room for deals and on more than one occasion her private apartments upstairs had served as a hide out or hospital room when things went bad. She was happy to help out, but they paid for it with a cut of the deals or cash for using her place to hide out. She didn’t ask for it, it was just the way Manny was.

The little place drew a good crowd most nights, especially when the local community college was in session. Ingrid never tired of checking out the coeds, but they were for the most part all white, middle upper class and hopelessly straight. Still, eye candy was better than nothing and since her girl Rita had moved back to the old country last year she hadn’t been getting even a sniff.

She poured herself a beer and examined the place. It was small and darkly lit with only a few lights. Two ancient pinball machines sat in a corner near the restrooms and three carefully maintained pool tables occupied a small alcove. A few tables and chairs filled the rest of the space. Most regulars sat at stools along the long bar. Ingrid slipped out from behind the bar and used her master key to free the balls on one of the tables. She racked them up and played a while, sharpening her skills. She had always been good at pool, but now her earnings from the games she played each night almost matched the little places take for an evening. Pete, the bartender came in around five and started getting set up. She had three waitresses on staff, but only Tina and Alice were on tonight. Around seven the place began to fill up.

Ingrid first noticed her when she came in with a bunch of others. She was tall, not just tall for a woman, but tall all around, maybe six foot one or two. The girl stood head and shoulders above her companions, and what a head! the Hispanic woman thought. She had a high forehead and high cheekbones with flashing hazel eyes and a cute pug nose. Luxurious black hair fell in a gentle cascade down her shoulders and framed her face. Her neck was long and graceful, shown off by the simple black choker she wore. Ingrid shifted from one foot to the other to get a better look at her body as she passed between two tables filled with drunken cowboys. All eyes at those tables were on her as well.

She wore a tight red sheath dress made of some clingy material. It was having trouble holding her impressive bust in and seemed to be straining at her wide hips as they swayed seductively. Her long legs were encased in black stockings and she wore black ankle boots with a four-inch heel. She looked so out of place in a Texas roadhouse that Ingrid had to look again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. The girl’s five companions were also dressed to the nines and Ingrid remembered that there was some kind of concert going on over at the college tonight. Even as she remembered the concert another couple came in dressed in their finery. Ingrid shrugged and went back to her game, but she did catch herself stealing glances at the tall brunette whenever a shot allowed her to without being obvious.

By midnight Ingrid had yielded her table and was having a long debate with herself. She sat behind the bar at her usual spot, just to the left of the window back to the small kitchen. A tall boy of Shiner bock sat untouched before her.

Now what would a knockout piece of ass like her see in me? she asked herself. Ingrid glanced at her reflection in the mirror behind the big bar. Flat features, nose too broad, lips too wide, kinky black hair she worn in a tight buzzcut. She had really struck out in the looks department she mused. Her mother was a Scandinavian beauty and her father darkly handsome. All three sisters had taken after their mother and both of her brothers looked like dad. She had been the oddball, getting the worst of both she always felt. Which brought her back to the knockout sipping beer with her obviously toasted friends. Why was it that every time Ingrid threw a glance her way she found the girl staring at her? Could she really be interested? Or was it more likely that her own loneliness was playing tricks on her? Well, the bitch was edible, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go and find out.

No sooner had she made the decision and started to stand than she realized the girl was gone! Their table was empty and Alice was cleaning up the empties. Ingrid sat back down and took a large swallow of her beer. Damnit all to hell, she thought. I’m no good at this being a butch. I ought to give it up and go back to men. The thought echoed in her head for a few moments, causing her to smile. Well, no, never back to men, but a change of scenery might do her well. Maybe over to Dallas or even Atlanta she thought. She had friends in the gay scene in those cities and she would be sure to score at least a few times. The trouble with this small town was that everyone knew what everyone else was doing and no one was out. It was just too dangerous with all the John Wayne wannabes running around.

Ingrid smiled and finished her beer. A vacation then, she would go as soon as she could arrange for Pete to run the place for a week. He was an ex-biker and she trusted him. She had enough on him to send him to Texas’s electric chair a few times over, so he was dependable. Ingrid took her cue from its place behind the bar and returned to the pool tables, she hadn’t made as much as usual tonight and she was in a good mood for the first time in weeks.


It was nearly three in the morning and Ingrid was cleaning up the last of the dead soldiers. She had already sent Pete and the girls home. She enjoyed the place late at night, when all was quite and still. Outside the clear Texas night revealed a million stars in the sky and the low plains were bathed in the soft glow of a full moon. She had already cut off the big neon sign out front when she heard the screen door creak open.

“We’re closed,” she called over her shoulder. When the intruder made no sound Ingrid’s hand slipped into her jacket and closed on the butt of the Colt .45 she habitually carried. She spun with a fluid motion, whipping the deadly black pistol out of her waistband and racking the slide. The weapon centered on the tall girl’s forehead. Her big hazel eyes shot open and her face showed awed surprise.

“Damn girl, you better learn to speak up,” Ingrid growled as she eased the hammer back down and returned the gun to her waistband. The words came out a little harsher than she meant, but she could have killed the girl and that was disconcerting. The brunette in the snazzy dress still had that “doe caught in the headlights” look and Ingrid felt like a heel suddenly.

“Awww hell, I’m sorry, want a beer?” she said as she walked behind the counter. She opened a pair of bud longnecks that were still cold. The girl slid onto a bar stool at the end of the bar and sipped daintily at hers, while Ingrid killed the long neck and opened another.

“So what can I do for you?”

“I don’t know. I saw you giving me the eye all night and it was getting me hot. I wanted to find out if you were all looks and no action, but my friends rode with me and I had to take them back home. I hurried to get back before closing time, but they live over in Chester,”

“There’s plenty of action babe, names Ingrid,” she said as she extended her hand and the girl took it. Her hand was smooth and silky soft. Ingrid cursed herself for not having something smooth to say.

“My name is Cindy, nice to meet you,” she said. Ingrid just held her hand and stared into her eyes. The tall girl colored a bit and broke eye contact.

“I saw you playing pool, feel like a game?” she asked.

“I don’t play for fun,”

“I don’t either,” she said as she went over to the table. Ingrid followed as the girl selected a cue from the rack. She laid it on the table and rolled it, then held it up and looked down the barrel.

“Best you have?” she said arching an eyebrow.

“You can use mine, what are we playing for?” Ingrid said.

“Ever played strip pool?” she asked smiling.

“Strip pool?”

“Know how to play nine ball?”


“Same rules. Cept each time you sink a ball, I have to give up a piece of clothing,”

“And every time you sink one I do?”

“No, have you ever played tennis?”


“Well, it’s kind of like that, the first rack we play for my clothes. The second we play for yours. After that we alternate, but with a new twist, when you sink a ball you can take a piece of your clothing back rather than take one of mine and vice versa,”

“I got all night sweets, but a game like that will never end,”

“Oh, I forgot, whoever sinks the nine ball picks one item from the clothes she has won and removes it from the game. Flip you for break?” she said producing a quarter from her small handbag.

Ingrid won the toss and broke cleanly, with the three falling in the corner pocket. When she looked up Cindy unzipped one of her ankle boots and handed it to the smaller woman. Ingrid snorted and tossed the boot onto the empty table behind them, and then lined up on the one. It was an easy shot, but she put too little English on it and the cue ball ended up behind the six. She tossed Cindy’s other boot on the table with the first and tried a three-rail bank shot, but failed to hit the two. Cindy took the ball and expertly sank the two, four and five, but her bank shot on the six didn’t work and it let Ingrid back into the driver’s seat.

She sank the six and looked up at the beautiful brunette. Cindy smiled and seductively pulled her skirt hem up, until a stocking top was revealed. Ingrid felt her blood pounding in her temples as the girl teasingly unclasped the pink garters and rolled the fragile stocking down her leg before handing it to Ingrid. The dark skinned woman was so flustered from Cindy’s teasing that she missed an easy straight in shot on the seven and watched helplessly as Cindy sank it followed by the eight and nine.

“My turn,” she said and smiled.

Cindy’s break was clean, but nothing fell. Ingrid had no shot on the one, but tried a combination off the bumper after calling it. The one kissed the three and dropped the red ball in a side pocket. Ingrid felt herself sweating just a little, for the first time in years she was worried about winning. Money was one thing, but seeing this bitch in all her naked glory was something completely different. She had to play another combo off the one before she could sink the pesky ball. The set up on the two was bad, but she managed to kiss it and leave the cue in a bad spot. Cindy failed to hit the two with her shot and Ingrid got a ball-in-hand set up. She got the two, four, five, and seven, before she left the cue behind the nine. Cindy sank eight and Ingrid dutifully passed over her jacket. The nine was inconsequential so the tall girl racked them up again.

“Now it gets interesting,” she said as Ingrid broke. The break was bad and nothing fell. Cindy quickly sank the one and Ingrid waited, but the girl lined up on the two.

“Wait a minute, aren’t you going to take something?” she asked. The tall girl stood and smiled.

“We’re playing for my clothes now. Each ball I sink is really nothing more than a lost opportunity for you. If you sink a ball you can ask for your jacket back, or for something of mine, but I can’t ask for anything until we are playing for your clothes, understand?”

“Yeah, I got it now,” Ingrid said. Cindy wasn’t paying attention. She made a difficult cut on the two, sank the five off a combination from the three and then got the three with a smooth bank shot. She hit a two-rail bank to get the four and a combination off the six that got the eight. Ingrid began to get the feeling she was being hustled, these shots were not things your average college girl could hit. The six fell and Ingrid was worrying that she wouldn’t even get another shot when Cindy missed a long straight in shot on the seven. Ingrid sank the seven and then stood up and considered a bit.

“I’ll take something of yours,” she decided. She was frustrated when the girl shrugged and handed over her bag. The ex-biker started to protest, but realized the girl had a lot less on than she did, even with her bag and jewelry counting as “clothes” she would still have to win more to get Ingrid naked. Ingrid sank the nine and took the girl’s bag out of play since she was still angry at not getting another stocking and another look at those luscious thighs.

Since she was holding break Ingrid broke again and this time sank the three again. She started to ask for something, and then remembered that she was playing for her clothes now. The one and two fell easily, but the four was trapped behind the six and seven. Ingrid slammed the stick into the cue ball and banked it off the back rail. The cue struck the four and sent the six into a corner pocket.

“Shit shot,” Cindy said. She took a shot at the four, but missed and Ingrid approached the table again, the four was at a bad angle, but she thought she could get it. The bar owner grunted as she sunk the four. She missed on a tough bank shot trying for the five, but grazed the ball. It didn’t matter, Cindy sank it easily. Ingrid unlaced one of her riding boots and Cindy tossed it on the other table with the jacket she had won earlier. She got the seven and eight before missing on the nine. Ingrid had given up her other boot and a sock and concentrated on the nine, it was an easy shot, but she took her time and made sure she sank it.

“Stocking gone,” she said as Cindy racked. Ingrid took the silky stocking and Cindy’s bag over to the bar where she got them both fresh beers. She then broke and sank the five. Cindy removed an earring. Before Ingrid missed on the seven she collected another earring, the girl’s bracelet, and all three of her rings. She had rushed the shot on the seven, anticipating getting that elusive stocking. Cindy finished the table, taking back both boots and removing Ingrid’s jacket from play.

The girl’s break was bad and Ingrid studied the table. She could easily take the one, but she also had a fairly easy three-ball combo to get the nine. In a money game she would have taken the one, it was the surer bet. She realized there was a lot of strategy to this game. When playing for her clothes she was better off trying to get the nine, but when playing for Cindy’s a quick out removed opportunities for her to win the girl’s clothes. At the same time, as long as she held something of the tall brunette’s she wanted to get the nine and remove it from play. There was a lot of strategy involved in this game that she hadn’t seen before. Her combo shot worked and she removed Cindy’s bracelet since she had already lost the boots.

Ingrid’s break was great; she sank the seven and had an easy combo on the nine. She debated about taking it as Cindy passed one of her boots back over. Fuck it; I want to get more shots at her clothes a lot more than I want to take anything out of play, she thought. The one netted her a second boot. The two fell on a tricky cut and Ingrid looked up expectantly. Cindy smiled and once again seductively pulled her dress up. This time she pulled it far enough up that Ingrid caught just a glimpse of the girl’s panties while she undid the clasps. She took the proffered stocking and then went to the bar to get more beers and let her heart stop racing. Even then she missed an easy shot on the three. Her mind was filled with images of those creamy thighs and the girl’s panty covered pussy.

Cindy seemed to be having her own troubles and missed her shot on the three as well. Delighted with this turn of events Ingrid was extra careful to get the three. Cindy smiled and turned her back.

“Unzip me?”

Ingrid’s hands were shaking as she unzipped the dress. Cindy smiled a little self-consciously and wiggled out of it. Her body was breathtakingly magnificent. The pink satin push up bra struggled to hold it’s charges and her flat tummy led the little butch’s eyes to the pale pink lace panties she wore. A delicate lace garterbelt looked out of place with its garters hanging down and no stockings. It was practically inevitable that Ingrid missed her next shot. Her eyes never even took in the table; they were totally fixed on the near naked girl. Cindy took advantage and sank two balls, reclaiming her dress, which she hurriedly put back on and her boot again for some reason. Ingrid got the boot and dress back with the sinking of the four and five. She had an easy shot on the six, but also had a difficult combo possibility on the nine. She went for the nine, hoping to take Cindy’s dress out of play and missed.

Cindy got her dress back with an easy shot on the six. That left only the eight and nine on the table. The girl’s face was a mask of concentration and she chewed on her lower lip as she concentrated. Ingrid waited and at the last second shouted, causing the girl to barely tip the cue ball.

“No fair,” she chided, but there was a smile on her lips. Ingrid sank the eight and the nine before Cindy could wiggle out of her dress again.

“The dress is out,” Ingrid said, smiling as she carried it to the bar. She returned with fresh beers, noticing for the first time that she was getting buzzed and the girl seemed to be too. Ingrid failed to sink anything on her break and Cindy smiled.

“Show time,” she said as she stretched out and sank the one. Ingrid’s eyes were glued to her shapely ass hidden only by the thin panties. She removed one of the thick leather bracelets she wore, but didn’t even have it off before the two, three, and four were down. Another bracelet and her sock came off, but Cindy seemed to be just warming up, ignoring Ingrid as she removed her necklace. A four-ball, two-rail combo followed, which had Ingrid’s eyes popping out of her head. The little butch scowled and removed her tee shirt. She wore an old black Playtex bra, it wasn’t flattering, but it was comfortable. When the five fell on a three-rail bank shot she had that feeling again that she was being hustled.

“Choices, choices” Cindy teased. She wanted to be bold, but her innate caution won out and she hesitantly unbuttoned and stepped out of her black leather pants.

“Didn’t really matter,” Cindy said as she sank the seven.

“Fuck,” Ingrid exclaimed and reached back to undo her bra. Her large full breasts fell out as she tossed the bra on the table. Now it was Cindy’s turn to stare. She missed her shot on the eight and Ingrid took the cue from her. She realized this was not just your average player; the tall girl was damned good. Ingrid sank the eight, taking her tee shirt back and the nine.

“Stocking,” she said and carried the fragile garment over to the bar. When she returned she slammed a good break and the five fell. She looked up with fevered eyes. Cindy smiled and then reached back and removed her bra. Her breasts were every bit as full as Ingrid’s, but unlike the shorter woman’s they didn’t sag at all. Ingrid shook her head and lined up on the one. Cindy quickly threw one leg up along the rail and hooked her thumb into her panties. She wrapped her hand around the front panel and pulled them up tightly, exposing the swollen lips of her pussy.

Ingrid refused to let it get to her and sank the shot. She looked up and Cindy was smiling as she unclasped the garterbelt and handed it over. The two fell on a short shot and Ingrid practically drooled as Cindy stepped out of her panties.

“You win,”

“What about your choker?”

“I never take it off,”

“So now what?”

“Well, you won, so pick something you want to keep,” she said as she handed over her panties. Ingrid held them to her nostrils and inhaled the delicate scent. She may not have been the most commanding butch, but she recognized the aroma of an aroused woman with ease.

“What if I told you I wanted to fuck your brains out?” she said. She almost held her breath as Cindy smiled at her.

“I’d love to, but it’s nearly seven and I have classes,” she said as she gathered up her clothes.

It was a gentle rebuff, but Ingrid recognized it for what it was. Cindy dressed quickly, then kissed her cheek and was gone. Ingrid went upstairs and masturbated to a crashing orgasm while holding Cindy’s panties to her nose.

Saturday night totally sucked. Ingrid was in a foul mood and everyone caught some of it. She was depressed and her anger soon gave way to that deepening depression. For her, it was like magic, at least at the pool table. Being down she seemed to be able to close out everything except the balls, angles and trajectories. She was finishing off Chico for the eighth time when she realized she was out of beer. She dropped the eight on an easy bank and stood up. Five hundred dollars was sitting on the rail.

“Double,” the angry man yelled, fishing into his pockets. He was drunk and Ingrid already felt bad about taking his money.

“No more,” she said.

“Yes more!” he shouted, turning red.

“No,” she said firmly, collecting the money and pocketing it. Chico was having none of it and stooped only to come up with a switchblade.

“Crazy bitch, she is cheating me!” he screamed. Three of his friends were trying to get him to calm down while Pete was edging closer to the shotgun under the bar. The drunken man was waving the knife around and seemed to be frothing at the mouth.

“Now calm down Chico, she isn’t cheating. You’ve had too much to drink, go home and sleep it off,” a thin man named Carlos cajoled without getting too close.

“If she is not cheating me then why is she trying to leave!” he screamed. Ingrid felt helpless; this was going to end up in someone getting hurt. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a pair of long sleek arms wrapped around her shoulders. The whole bar had gone silent.

“I’m sorry I’m late lover. Lets go upstairs, I’ve been creaming my panties all day dreaming about you fucking me,” a familiar voice purred in her ear. It was said in a seductive whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear. First one person, then another and another began to grin. Ingrid smiled and shrugged expansively. Even Chico started to laugh. Sensing that she had an opening Ingrid turned on her heel and scooped Cindy up into her arms. The tall girl wrapped her arms around Ingrid’s neck and then took her biker cap off and put it on her own head as Ingrid ducked out the back and up the stairs to her private rooms. Once inside she kicked the door closed, but was reluctant to put Cindy down, she felt so good in her arms.

“Thanks, that was getting dangerous,” she said at last. Cindy giggled and held her tighter.

“Uuum, I really appreciate it, I mean, now everyone is going to think you’re a lezzie,”

“Who said I’m not?” Cindy purred in her ear and then traced her tongue along the sensitive lobe.

“But.. I mean.. I just thought,” Ingrid spluttered. The brunette laughed musically and nuzzled her neck.

“You thought I was blowing you off last night, but I wasn’t. I really do have Saturday classes. My folks are paying for my education and I am serious about doing well, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to stay and get it on,” she said seriously.

“Do you still want to?”

“Are you kidding? This berg is hopelessly boring. Even the campus is full or right-wingers. I’m sick of my vibe and was going crazy when we stopped in here. I really have been dreaming about you all day,”

Ingrid carried the giggling girl to her bed and dumped her on it. She sat up and smiled. Ingrid wasn’t exactly sure what to do now, so she just stood and drank in Cindy’s beauty.

“What now?” Cindy asked.

“Up to you girl. We can go as is or I have a strapon in the nightstand. What’s your pleasure?” Ingrid said, trying to sound confident.

“Well, I have to admit this, I am really inexperienced. My only other lover was a woman I met in New York at a NOW convention,”


“National Organization for Women,”

“Never heard of it,’

“I don’t doubt it, they are a political advocacy group. Anyway, Janet was really against using dildo’s of any kind, so I am pretty curious,”

“Ever been with a guy?”

“Several,” she said with a wry grin.

“Same deal really,”

“Do you like using one? I mean on your girls?” Cindy asked. Ingrid had to laugh.

“My girls? Guess its my turn to be honest, I’ve never had a steady girlfriend,” she said as she removed her jacket and kicked off her boots.

“That surprises me,”


“Well, you’re…I don’t know, just sexy, I assumed you had plenty of girls to choose from,” she said. Ingrid laughed out loud as she undid the buttons to her pants.

“I live in the same berg you do girl. I had some girls when I rode with the Banditos, but it was always group gropes. I’ve never made it with a girl one on one, or had a girl to call my old lady,”

“That’s great!” Cindy enthused. Ingrid stopped as she was reaching for the strapon harness in the bottom drawer and stared at her.

“What’s great?”

“I just meant it was great we would be learning together. I was hesitant to come on to you because I didn’t want to seem like a novice,” she said.

“It should be fun,” Ingrid said as she stepped into the harness and pulled it over her generous hips. She pulled the tabs, which tightened it around her waist and then jogged her hips experimentally. The thick, red, nine-inch long dildo bounced with her movements, stimulating her clit as it did so. Cindy was working on the buttons on her dark blue blouse as she watched.

“Why do you have a strapon if you have never had a girl?” she asked.

“Well, I hoped I would find one,” Ingrid said. Cindy nodded and lay back, holding a boot up which Ingrid caught in her hands. The girl pulled her foot out and then held up her other leg. Her shirt was open and Ingrid could see she was wearing a lacy black bra under the shirt. Her hands slipped to the fly of her jeans and she undid them, holding up both legs. Ingrid grasped the legs of the jeans, where the cloth hung down off her ankles and tugged them down. Cindy raised her ass to aid in getting them past her hips and once they did they came off easily. Ingrid heard herself take in a sharp breath.

Cindy’s wore black stockings with frilly lace tops, a black satin garterbelt and a black thong. Her legs were so beautiful, but even as she appreciated them the little woman’s eyes were drawn to the almost indecently brief thong. She could easily see the outline of Cindy’s pussy and she felt her mouth become dry.

“Do you always wear such sexy shit under your clothes?” she heard herself asking.

“Usually. I like to feel sexy, even when I have to dress down,” she explained as she shrugged out of her top. She tossed it on the floor and then looked up expectantly. Ingrid was at a loss; the girl’s beauty unnerved her. When the silence became awkward they both broke into uneasy laughter.

“I don’t know what to do next,” Cindy said, blushing slightly.

“I know what to do, but not how to get there,” Ingrid said with a smile.

“Did I see a pool table in your spare bedroom when we passed?” Cindy asked suddenly.

“Yeah, best in the place, I practice on it and the guys use it when they are in town and crashing here,”

“Can we do it on the table?”

“Well, yeah, I guess, I mean if you really want too,”

“I do,” she said smiling and holding her hands up. Ingrid helped her to rise and followed her to the spare bedroom. She kept her best table here with the new sticks when they came in and new balls. Cindy suddenly seemed different; she stepped out of the thong and tossed her bra to the floor as she climbed onto the table, staying on all fours.

Ingrid shrugged and climbed onto the table behind her. The felt tickled her knees, but once she got a sight of the girl’s up thrust ass and her beautiful pink lips it didn’t matter. She was slightly surprised to find Cindy’s neatly trimmed pubic thatch was a reddish brown, but she didn’t ask about it. Her pussy was beautiful and the scent of it showed the little woman that she was very aroused. Ingrid grasped the base of her cock and rubbed it up and down the girl’s slick lips. The head slid easily between them and after a moment she heard Cindy moan softly. The girl seemed to take her teasing as an inability to find the right spot because she reached back between her legs and guided the head of the dildo to her entrance.

Ingrid used one hand to steady herself by grasping the girl’s hip and held her cock on target with the other. When she pressed forward she found the dildo only slowly slid into the girl. Cindy cooed and sighed as more and more of the latex cock disappeared into her juicy pussy. When there was less than her fist’s length left Ingrid released the cock and put her hand on Cindy’s other hip. She grasped both firmly and started to rock her hips.

“Ohhhh, yes,” Cindy moaned. Ingrid smiled and started an even pistoning motion that drove the cock into her lover with ever deepening strokes. It wasn’t exactly as she had imagined, but it wasn’t all that different. Each thrust forced the base of the dildo against her clitoral area, which produced a lot of pleasure. Visually it was stunning, watching Cindy’s pink lips stretched around the red cock and marveling at the way her black garters framed her beautiful ass. The steady stream of moans and groans was like a heavenly choir and drove Ingrid to greater exertion. The soft, satiny skin of the girl’s hips felt like heated silk under her hands. Perhaps the strangest turn on was the scent. It was thick and musky, the aroma of a totally aroused woman and the room seemed to be filled with it.

“No no, no no, no more please, slow down,” Cindy babbled, but Ingrid ignored her. She could tell from the way the muscles in the girl’s thighs were quivering that Cindy was about to come and the pleas for her to slow down were not what she really wanted. The girl’s upper body collapsed onto the table and her hand snaked between her thighs to vigorously stroke her wet pussy.

“Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, harder…faster,” she whimpered. Ingrid was only too happy to dig in and start pounding into her with rapid strokes.

“Yes…Yes! Oh god! Fuck me!” she screamed as her ass humped back forcefully, meeting each stroke. Ingrid laughed out loud as she drove into the girl, reveling in the feeling of power. It wasn’t an evil laugh, but one of happiness that no simple smile could contain.

“Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh,” Cindy cooed each time the fake cock drove into her depths. Ingrid slowed her pace and began to rotate her hips as she fucked Cindy. She noticed a thin rivulet of the girl’s juices running down the inside of her thigh and took her hand from the girl’s hip to dip her finger in and then taste it. Cindy tasted sweet, as sweet as anything that Ingrid had ever put in her mouth. She wanted more, but decided to save it for later, the quiet coos had turned to sharp barks of pleasure and she decided to concentrate on making Cindy come again.

Ingrid let her hands move from the girl’s hips to the round cheeks of her ass, enjoying the soft texture of her skin for a few thrusts. Her real goal had been to establish that she didn’t need a firm grip on the girl’s hips to keep it going. The way Cindy was pushing back on her cock let her know that her hands could be better employed elsewhere. She caught two handfuls of the girl’s long hair and used them like reins to pull her head up. Once she was up, with her head back Ingrid released one handful of hair and wrapped her arm around the girl’s slender waist. When she pulled up on the brunette’s torso, the girl seemed to understand what Ingrid wanted and rose to her knees. The Hispanic woman quickly released the second handful of hair and brought both her hands around Cindy’s upper body to cup her beautiful breasts. She could feel her own heavy breasts pressed into the soft skin of the girl’s back.

Cindy’s breasts were heavy and incredibly resilient to her touch. Ingrid’s fingers quickly found the girl’s stiff nipples and began to roll and pinch them as she drove her hips forward. Cindy threw her head back, which allowed the little butch to capture her ear between her teeth. She let her tongue swipe over the girl’s skin before releasing her hold and really concentrating on the driving lunges she was making with her hips. As she did this she let one hand trail down the brunette’s flat tummy, through her neatly trimmed bush and pressed two fingers between her slick lips. She began to dig in with her fingers, matching her thrusts until Cindy was moaning and squeaking. The tall girl’s breaths became faster and the time period between the incredibly sexy squeaks she was emitting was growing shorter and shorter.

“Cum for me baby, cum on that nice big cock, you love getting fucked don’t you?” Ingrid whispered. The girl’s breathing was labored and her words seemed to rush out in gasps.

“Yes…Fuck me.. Please.. Oh god…I’m gonna cum…” the last was followed by a high pitched keening cry as her body spasmed in Ingrid’s arms. Somehow she kept up her rhythm through the girl’s gyrations and the continuous thwacking sound of her hips against Cindy’s ass never wavered. The girl collapsed back onto her chest when her orgasm subsided. Her long dark hair was mused and stray locks lay on her shoulders and the green felt.

It was a sight Ingrid would never forget, a feeling of command that she had never known and a sense of fulfillment that she had never hoped to attain. For the first time in her life all the pieces fell into place and she gave herself to her own orgasm unreservedly when it came.

Ingrid sat up in bed with the ashtray in her lap. A cigarette burned in the tray, but she hadn’t taken a drag in a while. Cindy, who was stretched out next to her, stole the smoking butt and inhaled deeply.

“So now what?” she asked.

“You want more?” Ingrid asked incredulously.

“No,” she responded quickly, “at least not for a while. I meant in the big picture sense,”

“Oh, I don’t know. Wanna be my girl?” the Hispanic woman asked. Cindy chuckled and took another drag.

“My, but you are the charmer,”

“I’m trying, but…oh fuck it. Look, you’re a white girl, this is a white man’s world, and you scare the shit outta me,”

“Ingrid, if I wanted a white lover don’t you think I could have gotten one?” Cindy asked.

“Well, yeah, I mean, I can see you getting anyone you wanted,”

“Thanks. I was homecoming queen, prom queen, Miss Eastmore High and head cheerleader. Anytime I decide I want something I get it. Then I saw you, I bet you don’t realize I have been in here at least ten times since the semester started,”

“You have?”

“Yeah, but it took me showing up in that dress to get your attention. You’re hot and I have been trying to get you to come after me since the first time I came here. I’ve had the hots for you for so long I can’t even remember when I wanted someone else and after tonight I don’t want anyone else, God that was fantastic,” she said with a grin. Despite herself Ingrid smiled.

“So you wanna be my girl?”

“Do you want me?”

“Hell yes,”

“Then you have your answer,”

“I do?”

“Hell yes,” Cindy said in a passable imitation of Ingrid’s declaration. The ex-biker lit another cigarette and then paused.

“Baby, why did you want to do it on the pool table?” she asked. Cindy colored furiously and looked down, but raised her head after a moment.

“I’ve always had this fantasy of being taken on the pool table in a bar, with everybody watching. I know it will never happen, but it was pretty easy to imagine in there,” she said.

Ingrid smiled to herself. The Banditos were due in next week on their way to the big bike club get together out in California. She was sure Manny could arrange for a suitably appreciative crowd, but also make sure there was a strict hands off policy towards her girl. Her girl. Those two words had never meant so much before.


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