As I waited for Nick to decide on his next move, I perched on the side of the pool table, just in his line of sight. I sat with my legs crossed, at an angle, allowing me to turn my head and shoulders just enough to watch him take his next shot. I saw his eyes quickly glance up and down my body before refocusing on the task at hand. He drew the pool cue back slowly, then tapped the white ball against the green stripe, sinking it into the pocket just behind me. The white ball came to a stop not far from where I was sitting, meaning Nick would no doubt want me to move.
Nick and I had met earlier that night. I barely knew anyone at the birthday party, as we were celebrating a friend's husband's birthday. Nick, who was 8 years my junior, was at the party with his friends from Uni. The birthday boy was the father of one of those friends. I'd spend most of the evening hiding away in the basement watching and playing pool, I hated being sober and not knowing anyone when everyone else seemed to be drinking. Our paths had crossed earlier when he came down to the basement to watch the same game as me. One of the rather drunk teenage girls at the party had taken a liking to him and he had been doing all he could to avoid her attention.
Since then, we had spent some time chatting by the fire upstairs and claimed victory in a doubles game of pool against his best friend Paul and the drunken teenage girl. Nick and Paul were supposed to be playing but the girl desperately wanted to get close to Nick. Somehow she was tricked into taking Paul's shot, thus landing her on his team whilst I agreed to step in to support Nick. Since our earlier meeting, I had been helping Nick to deflect her attention and avoid being left alone with her. It had helped pass the evening with some amusement.
Now, Nick made his way around the pool table towards me. I twisted my body to follow his path until he stood directly in front of me, just inches away. It was difficult to maintain eye contact with him at this distance, as an unexpected urge to lean forward and kiss him swept over me as I looked up to meet his gaze.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you Sophia?"
"Easy for you? Why would I want to do that?" I was still winning at this point with me potting 4 solids to his 3 stripes, though this was through sheer luck rather than skill. I wanted to use every advantage possible to keep the lead and without me sitting here, it would be an easy shot for him to level the score. "Surely you can just work around me?"
I wasn't sure what had come over me. There was no denying that Nick was an incredibly handsome guy. He was around 6 feet tall, with a broad, muscular frame. I could tell he liked to work out. His features were youthful with dark hair, baby blue eyes and a huge cheeky grin that made the rest of his face light up. I'd never been attracted to younger men in the past, but I found I didn't want this game with Nick to end. It was a bonus that he came across as more mature than his friends, and seemed genuinely nice.
Maybe it was the situation that made it feel like we were already doing something that we shouldn't be. We had already spent a lot of time together throughout the evening, which I am sure had not gone unnoticed, and now we were in the basement behind a locked door. We had locked it earlier to give Nick a rest from the growing teenage fan club that had been following him from room to room like a litter of lost puppy dogs. The locked door thrilled me, as I knew if the guests realised we'd locked ourselves in the basement, rumours of our activity together would spread like wildfire. Part of me wanted to give truth to those rumours, not that the others would know of that truth.
Nick took a small step towards me, closing the already small gap between us from inches to centimetres. Then he stepped forward again, so that he was lightly pressing against my legs. I knew he wouldn't need to stand so close to the table to make his shot, so this close proximity was for my benefit or his own, or he thought the closeness would intimidate me into moving. As he pressed more of his weight against me, my knees parted to avoid the uncomfortable feeling of the edge of the table digging into the back of my legs. As his weight shifted from being against my legs, to between them, I saw a flash of desire across his face, before being quickly replaced with the cheeky grin I was becoming accustomed too. That grin made me feel weak and was the reason I'd sat on the edge of the pool table to begin with.
Once Nick could comfortably stand between my knees, he stepped back a little to allow room to bend forward and line up his next shot. I had a feeling that Nick knew exactly what he was doing, and somehow had me right where he wanted me. Time slowed down as I watched him lean forward slowly, his head lowering until his chin hovered slightly higher than my knees. The tension inside me increased with every second that passed. But then the moment was over as he made his shot and stood back upright, a few inches away from me.
I'd been too fixated on Nick to watch the pool table, and took a moment to tune back into reality and realise it must be my turn now. Nick had continued to stand in front of me, watching me, waiting for me. I desperately wanted him to step forward again, to press his body against mine, but that was just a fantasy, so instead I slowly lowered myself from my perch, feeling the material from my already too short dress catching and riding up the back of my thighs to expose the round curve of my buttocks. I blushed, despite knowing Nick couldn't see anything from his standing point in front of me, then smoothed the material down to its rightful place before turning around to assess the table.
