This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Note: Parts of this story are true. I was 18 at the time, and was 5'6 120 pounds, 36C 26 37, with long black hair and brown eyes.
The Pool Hustler FF By MarieLeClare Copyright (c) 2006
I first started getting an interest in the game of pool when I was about 4 years old, and was being babysat by my grandfather, at the poolroom he owned in the small village of Wasaga Beach, 85 miles North of Toronto, Canada.
They would have me stand on an old wooden crate, and use an old cue, showing me how to hit the balls into the pool table pockets.
As time went by, and I got older, I got considerably better at playing the game, and spent more and more time after school playing pool, eventually for money, which I usually won. Even going so far as being able to buy my very own expensive pool cue, which I had made and colored pink. Thereby giving me the nickname of Pink.
Soon going to school was taking too much time out of my day from playing pool, so I dropped out of school and bought my very own older car, and had it painted pink, to go along with my nickname, and eventually I left home by getting my own apartment.
I tried to date some boys, but didn't like how they would try to grope me, and touch my busty chest, so I told myself I didn't have the time for dating and decided to quit for awhile, not knowing that deep down I enjoyed looking at girls more than boys and I didn't know a thing about lesbianism.
One night I was in a new poolroom and sitting at the bar chatting with the woman who ran the place because it was quiet and I couldn't find anyone to play pool with for money.
She asked if I wanted to join her in a drink after she put the closed sign on the door, but I told her I wasn't old enough. She told me that she wouldn't tell if I didn't, with a huge smile, and went about her business of making us two drinks and sitting next to me at the bar.
As we sipped our drinks, she went on to say that I was very pretty and she envied me for being able to play the game of pool so well, while her fingers accidentally touched mine, with my hand laying on the bar, and softy stroked them with the gentleness of a feather.
I didn't know what was happening to me and the affect her touch had on me, but I did know that I was really enjoying her touch, and deep down wanted to stroke her fingers back, although I didn't know if I should, or if it would be considered rude, so I didn't.
As we made what I thought was small talk, but apparently she had a purpose as her finger softly caressed my hand, she said she had to go and pee and asked me to join her so we could continue talking, so walking behind her to the restroom I took the scenic route exploring her figure with my eyes.
She was in her early 20's, with a nice figure, and the prettiest long black hair flowing down her back to her sexy ass cheeks, which for some reason was getting me aroused, and I had no idea why, but it was.
As soon as we went through the first door to the restroom she stopped, took my hand in hers, turned me around slightly, and said, "Pink.." after which there was this long pause as if she was trying to make a decision about something, then said, "you're so beautiful."
Then without notice of any kind, she drew me so close to her that you couldn't put a slip of paper between us and kissed me right on the lips. Going further she licked my lips with her hot tongue and slipped it into my mouth, kissing me with such passion as I had never felt before and I kissed her back.
Moments later she broke our kiss with a statement and a question.
"Pink I want to make love to you so very badly. Have you ever had any relations with another female?", she said, and I of course said that I had never been with another woman.
As I didn't say no about her having relations with me she lifted my top up and off just leaving me in my bra, jeans and panties.
Taking her long fingernail she lightly ran it in a little circle around my bra covered nipple, and instantly it came to life. Stiffening under her touch.
Lowering her head she kissed and licked my front as far as my lacey bra would allow and as she was licking she reached behind me and unhooked my bra and took it off, leaving my 36C breasts uncovered for her gaze, before sucking my breast into her mouth.
As she was nursing on my breast I could feel her tongue flicking my stiff pink nipple, and her hands working on the button and zipper of my jeans.
I knew that in a few moments I would be standing there in front of this woman completely naked, and for some reason it just felt right.
After she had divested me of all my clothes, I was amazed when she picked me up and sat me on the counter in front of all the mirrors, parted my legs and sat down on the chair in front of me, putting her hands on my thighs.
I knew it was now or never. I could either feel what it was like to have sex with a woman, or I could call the whole thing off. I chose to find out.
While she was telling me how attractive my figure was she was playing with my pink stiff nipples, rolling them between her fingers while kissing and licking my tummy.
Pushing me back gently until I was resting against the mirror covered wall, she parted my legs as far apart as I would allow, and kissed my fur covered pussy so very gently.
The first kiss was like a spark of electricity going from my pussy to someplace deep within me, and would be the spark that would ignite the passion within me.
Kissing and licking my pussy lips, she would every so often pull them with her teeth and let them spring back as if they were made out of elastic, until she parted them with her fingers and licked my inner lips. It was then that I became an active participant by combing my fingers though her beautiful hair.
She had me put my feet up on the counter next to my butt and hold my ankles as she licked my pussy and put a finger deep inside of me, fingering as she licked.
This was all new to me and the hint of modesty that I had shown when we started gave way to me moaning, "Yes...yes", when her tongue traveled from my pussy slit back to the crack of my ass.
As she was lapping my ass like a hungry puppy she had slipped a second finger in my hot and by now soaking wet pussy, and was finger fucking me furiously.
With my moans getting louder every second she knew that I was getting close to having a strong orgasm, and replaced her fingers that were in my pussy with her tongue, starting to tongue fuck me, as I felt a finger entering my hot little asshole, and fingering like mad.
It was amazing. My whole insides felt like they were coming out of my pussy and all I could utter was "Ohhhhhhh", while the floodgates opened and the lava flowed from deep within my soul.
After I had recovered long enough to speak I told her it was amazing and perhaps the next time I could try doing that to her, while she nodded yes, saying "I'd love it Pink".