Of Cue Sticks & Garters

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.

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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,"

"Now?"

"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,"

"Why?"

"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.

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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.

Finis