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The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

Catching the bartenders glance for just a second Becca had tapped on her shot glass indicating that she wanted another but quickly turned her attentions back to the sexy biker who appeared to be appreciating her new outfit with a glance of approval.

The brunette grinned when he said he believed he had gotten his answer. The bartender, having returned with her drink slid the shot over to her "Here you go baby." Becca left the change laying on the bar and picked up her glass. It didn't take her long to down the shot at the mention of pool. While she'd shot pool more than just a couple of times in her life and knew her way around one well enough, but it wasn't like she was great at it and she'd already seen what some of the pool games in The Stockade could turn into. And after all, her dress was short and she didn't have panties on underneath to begin with.

She turned her head in the direction Jake was looking and noticed a man and woman already there who Becca didn't automatically take to be a couple as she doubted anyone in the gang were actually real couples like her and Steven were. Steven...Shit! She wanted to call him before stepping inside of The Stockade so he wouldn't be upset two nights in a row for her not having called early enough. She would have to make sure to call him soon but for now, she simply nodded and offered a small smile.

"Sure, I'm not great at pool or anything but I know my way around the table." The green eyed beauty flipped her hair out of her face slightly with a small toss of her head in lieu of brushing it away with a hand, both of which now moved to rest with palms pressed against Paul's chest. "I'm game." she said in a playful but yet not overly confident voice. A small chill ran through Becca as her hands came to rest on the large bikers chest. There was just something about him, although she couldn't place her finger on what, that simply thrilled her and filled her with excitement when she was near him.
 
Smiling Paul hears Becca, saying she was willing to play some pool and that she knew her way around the table. He’d soon find out if she did or didn’t, either way he figured it would be fun. A lot of things had gone on around that table and even on it over the years, plus Paul knew Marty and Belinda, or Bel to her friends could be a lot of fun. He knew that Bel wasn’t exclusive, and that Marty was game for whatever, plus he knew Marty loved to bet. Now all it depended on was the sexy young thing and just how willing she was to play. Given her appearance today and her attire, Paul was confident this was going to be some interesting pool.

Then if you are game, let’s go.

Paul reaches out and wraps his strong arm around her, pulling her closer, and pulling in. He held her against his body, and enjoyed the feel of it against him. For moment he stares down into her eyes, to get an idea of what she was thinking and feeling. Paul breaks the hold after only a moment, though his hand doesn’t release her, and still stays holding her. Like there were a couple or he possessed her, he gives her a nudge in the direction of the pool table, his hand firmly on, not her waist but her ass.

The two people, who could have been perceived as a couple, were just hanging out at the table, talking and flirting. Both of them were obviously members of the biker gang, and familiar with each other. As Paul and Becca approached, the girl Bel smiled at them, and Marty raised his beer bottle in greeting.

Want to play?

Paul said, Marty breaking his attention from Bel, and looking at the sexy young woman in Paul’s arm, quickly answers back.

Sure.
 
Becca's gaze had followed Paul's to the pool table and the "couple" that stood close to it but when his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close, her eyes were instantly locked onto those steely intense eyes that now stared down at her.

"I'm game" she replied, her voice not exactly nervous sounding, but rather instead very small sounding amidst the din of The Stockade.

Paul was a rather impressive figure to begin with, towering over the much smaller dark haired woman he now held in his arms but anytime his gaze fell upon her in such a manner, Becca felt...that was just it. Becca felt something that she'd never experienced before and although she'd have a hell of a time explaining it to someone else if she had to, she felt it just the same even if she didn't know exactly what "it" was.

But whatever it was, it thrilled her. So she stared back at him, not attempting to move, only smiling slightly until he finally moved, his hand never leaving but instead guiding her towards the tables. Becca had seen how the games had been played last night, and she had some amount of concern running through her. Like she had told Paul, she did know her way around the table, but when she said she wasn't good at pool she'd meant it. And then there was the obvious. Her rather short skirt, with her panty less underneath and it was nigh near impossible to shoot pool, without bending a good bit at the waist.


While Paul guided her and eventually spoke to the other couple, Becca was rather content to with the feeling of the sexy bikers large warm hand gripping her ass firmly and she merely smiled at the couple who both had given her a rather approving look, possibly if for no other reason than how she looked in the sexy dress she'd chosen. Becca gave her own approving look of the two who were pleasing to the eye compared to some of the others she'd observed in The Stockade, and they seemed friendly enough, this woman actually smiling unlike the girl she had met the night before. Becca smiled back but did not introduce herself, for a few reasons she would question to herself and not quite certain if she should go ahead and do that or not.

As Becca had found out last night, this world was a different world than she was accustomed to and she was more than willing to allow Paul to guide her through it as she pressed herself back against him, and her ass more firmly into his hand simply because she enjoyed the way it felt, and because she felt like it.
 
The young woman looked hot, and when she said she was game, Paul smiled; because he knew what they’d done already after just meeting yesterday, that bode very well for what might happen today. Now add to that her outfit, and well Paul was more than ready to play, and he definitely wasn’t thinking much about pool. Women were strange creatures, and yet Paul had his own thoughts and opinions on them. They’d tell you they didn’t want to be sex objects, and yet have them dress up, and give them attention, and they were never happier. Go one step farther, they’d tell everyone how they wanted a nice decent man, and yet, they’d gleefully and willing give in to the first bad boy that took them. Paul didn’t know for sure this girl’s motivation, though he suspected she might just be out getting her wild on, living it up, before she settled down and going domestic. Paul personally thought it was a waste, and didn’t see why people just didn’t enjoy life to the fullest all the time, rather than just during their youth. Oh well that was other peoples stupidity, he was going to make sure he enjoyed all of life, and that meant the sexy young thing in this arm.

They approached the table together, where Marty and Bel were, smiles and nods were exchanged. Paul didn’t directly introduce Becca, at first, till Bel asked the question, in a seductive voice.

So who is the sexy thing we’re playing with today?

Paul looked briefly at Becca, and realized that he wouldn’t be the only one wanting to play with Becca, before he smiled and answered Bel back, while he talked his hand gripped and groped Becca’s barely covered ass.

Bel, this is Becca, Becca this is Bel, and that ugly looking bastard over there is Marty.

Marty bows his head briefly in acknowledgement of Becca’s introduction, his eyes inspecting Becca, just a little bit less than Bel’s were.
 
Becca wore a smile as she was introduced to the pair that was already at the table. It wasn't just the fact that she had felt Paul's hand slipping down to her ass where he promptly began to feel her ass as he made introductions, but it was also the way that Bel had called her sexy.

While Steven often told her that she looked nice, or that she looked good in this outfit or that, he'd never used the word sexy. And although it had been Bel who had called her that, it still had a nice ring to it, considering that Bel was a bit of a looker herself.

Becca merely nodded back at Marty but offered her hand to Bel and upon Bel's accepting it Becca held her hand in her own for just a second longer than she would have needed to do but the other woman had not withdrawn her hand quickly. Becca smiled but behind her smile she was questioning why she'd just held on to Bel's hand for those few seconds. It was true that Becca had always been curious, but she'd never went exploring before, but then again, she'd never just stopped and picked someone up for a one night stand before last night either.

Pleasure to meet you both Becca offered with a smile.

All the same, Becca found herself shrinking back slightly against Paul, slightly nervous but the way his hand groped at her ass had her butterflies diminishing quickly. There was something exciting to her about Paul's presence that was almost like...something she couldn't exactly explain, perhaps almost like a dare to herself from herself to just go ahead and enjoy whatever the night would bring and she was grateful that she'd called Steven for just a few moments before she'd actually left for The Stockade that night, so if she didn't manage to call him back again later he'd not have reason to complain although he was already upset with her for going out again.

She could still here the discontent and perhaps even worry in his voice when she'd mentioned going out again but Becca hadn't thought twice about going full steam ahead with her plans to return to the bar, and perhaps see the sexy biker at least one more time.

As though it were the most common thing for Becca to do, her hand slid back along the side of her ass and came to rest on Paul as she leaned back against him like it was second nature to her while she waited to see exactly what tonight's game would be and she was certain that whatever it was, it would be nothing less than interesting.
 
With pleasantries exchanged and the pairing ups obvious, everyone grabbed cues off of the rack on the wall. Marty was chalking the end of his stick, while Bel was stroking hers in a purposely erotic manner, her eyes going back and forth between Becca and Paul. Paul smiled back, but put his hand right back on Becca’s ass, as if protecting his possession from theft. While everyone was getting situated, Marty offered up a game, and of course with it the requisite bet.

How about a game of nine ball, five bucks a ball?

Sure, sounds good.

Paul quickly responded back. He knew that a game with Marty and Bel could quickly escalate, or at least cost more than five dollars a ball. Either way he wanted to see how the girl handled herself, around the table and with Marty and Bel. Bel went first, and purposely bent low over the table, wiggling her tight ass for all to see, as she pulled back the cue and broke the balls, none of them going in.

How does that look?

She said looking back over her shoulders, purposely not standing up, but remaining bent over. Marty of course not the least bit shy, quips back.

Perfect, just the way I like you Bel.

There was some chuckling then, Paul gave Becca a nudge, for it was her turn to shoot.
 
Becca grabbed a stick and remained close to Paul as his hand returned to her ass. She leaned back into him slightly as she watched Bel break the balls. As Bel broke, Becca began to chalk the end of her own stick preparing for her turn which came all too quickly as she felt Paul nudging her forward. Before moving, Becca finished chalking her stick and then for added extra measure, blew seductively across the end of the stick for good luck, which she was certain that she would need.

Marty had chosen a game Becca wasn't very familiar with so her mind had been trying to recall the rules of nine ball and for the moment all that she could remember about it was she was looking to drop the lowest ball in the pocket if she were correct. If not, well then she'd just have to wing it.

With a bit of reluctance, she moved away from warmth of Pauls hand on her ass. Slowly she moved to the table, checking out the possible shot she'd have to make, suddenly wishing that she'd spent more time playing pool lately since she was quite a bit rusty but life with Steven hadn't really afforded her many opportunities to shoot pool as she'd had in her younger days.

Becca moved almost deliberately in slow movements as she finally stopped in front of the cue ball. The only way to make that shot, if she were lucky enough to make the shot was to lean forward quite a bit at the waist which meant that her short dress would surely show off all of her at the moment, unhidden assets.

Not to be outdone by Bel's own cute ass wiggling for all to see, Bel took her time. Not only did she lean forward but she brought one foot forward slightly and in the process parting her legs slightly so that as she bent over the group would have an unobstructed view of her tight ass and bare sex as she lined up the shot. Not satisfied with the positioning, she shifted again becoming completely aware of the fact that her assets were now definitely visible to the group and despite that she felt a small amount of color rising to her cheeks she'd already come this far and there was something very freeing about the entire situation. She even managed a small chuckle to herself as she thought of the look that would have passed over Steven's face had he ever seen her dress in such a fashion, let alone without panties underneath.

Adjusting her stick once more and finally satisfied, she pulled the stick back, releasing it forward and moving the white ball to strike the number one ball. She remained bent over as ball struck ball and moved towards the pocket, but stopping just short of dropping in. "Damn" she said, dropping her head towards the table and finally lifting it back up with a grin on her face as she finally stood up with a slow deliberate movement. "I guess I'm a bit more rusty than I thought!" Her first instinct was to tug on her short dress upon having returned to an upright position but instead she just took a step back from the table and towards Paul, leaving the dress slightly askew and not bothering to smooth it out.
 
Paul leisurely leaned against the wall, his poll cue in one hand and watched his partner play. The young woman could have stood straight or even made some effort to see that no one was watching her rather bold display, but that clearly wasn’t what happened. The decision to play pool hadn’t been a random one, Paul had hoped that she would return and would dress appropriately, such that a game of pool might be far more than just a simple game. If she was having reservation it sure wasn’t showing, as he watched the hem of her outfit ride higher and higher. Though he’d fucked her already, and he wasn’t seeing anything he hadn’t already seen before, the little show was still very arousing. No matter what some feminist might think, Paul enjoyed it when a woman showed herself off, played into the role of a willing and needy little slut. He made no effort to look away or to divert his eyes from the sexy little display of her ass and pussy.

Marty was across the table so he wasn’t able to see the show that Becca was putting on, but Bel caught it as she moved around the table. If she moved around the table because she was wanted to be next to Paul, or even because she wanted to catch a glance as what Becca might be wearing for panties, she too got a clear view of Becca’s nether region. Marty for the moment seemed less distracted by the views, and more intent on the game as he moved to shoot, quickly sinking the first ball, followed by the second, but on his third shot he missed. Standing up, he gave Paul a knowing smirk.

Easy money, and I like yours the best.

Paul started to move around the table to line up a shot, but Bel didn’t move, making him slide past her. Rather than withdraw or even pull pack, she slid her tits across his back, and let them linger there till he was past. Paul didn’t seem bothered by the encounter, but as he looked at the next shot from several angles, Bel was smiling and leaning opposite of him, giving him a clear view of her barely contained chest.

Do you like what you see?

Bel teased as she tried to keep Paul’s attention, in a very less than subtle attempt to distract him. Paul smiled as he leaned over the table, his eyes looking down at the balls, then up between the valley of her bountiful mounds.

I don’t know, is that all you’ve got to show?

With that he made his shot sinking the next ball. Paul again moves to line up for the next shot, Bel seemed not amused by his comment, moves around the table opposite of Paul, and deeply bends over. This time spreading her legs, not only giving him an unobstructed view, but totally putting her smooth shaved pussy on display for him. Marty just chuckles at Bel’s efforts.

Why don’t you shoot it right here baby?

This time Paul’s attention is diverted and he missed his next shot. Bel laughs and quickly stands up, grabbing up her cue stick. Paul was amused and moves to stand next to Becca, as Bel, once again leans over the table and puts her body on display for all to see. The girl was clearly comfortable with her body, and enjoyed the attention of men, and just maybe from what she was letting Becca see, women too. She made her first shot, but missed her second, as the game continued.
 
Becca watched as the girl blatantly put herself on display and with firm resolve vowed to herself that she would not be undone, even if she was the newcomer to The Stockade. Since Paul had missed his shot and had returned to stand close to Becca, she made certain to move in front of him and stand with her tight ass pressed to his groin, one hand snaking back and rubbing lightly over the front of his jeans as Bel missed yet another shot but not before Becca managed to sneak a good long look at her.

Bel was indeed much prettier than some of the other girls who obviously frequented the bar, not to mention much more friendly than what Kelly had been and Becca relaxed considerably around her. Becca had even managed to get a clear view of Bel's bare goodies and she found the vision to be undeniable pleasurable and by the way Becca's hand moved over Paul's groin area, it was evident.

Becca leaned back against Paul tightly, idly toying with the zipper of the dress that barely concealed her bountiful bosom, pulling it up and down partially very slowly with her free hand until it was again her time to shoot. This time she purposely moved around the table, taking her time as her hips sashayed to and fro in her tight skirt until she was now standing in front of Marty but opposite of both Bel and Paul.

She pursed her lips as she checked out her shot then before bending over, rather certain that she would easily sink the shot said "Let me show you how it's done." Becca bent over lowly, her all but bare breasts hanging down in an unobstructed view for both Bel and Paul while her skirt hiked up to expose her own goodies, Becca rather certain that Marty had no choice but to glance there at least for a moment before he may choose to watch the actual shot or not. Moving her hips slightly for maximum effect before pulling the stick back, Becca finally hit the ball and sunk it.

She brought the end of the stick to her lips and blew on it rather seductively "And that's how I like to get things done." she commented before moving to line up her next shot, this time not only brushing against Paul as she passed but making certain that she pressed her chest against Bel as she squeezed between Paul and the other female.

Now, it was Paul and Bel who would have the clear view of Becca's firm round ass and nether region and once again, she bent over making sure to bend deeply as her hips swayed back and forth while she took her sweet time lining up the shot.

This time she missed and a small pout came to her lips then her smile brightened "Oh well, you can't win them all." As she moved back towards Paul though she commented "But sometimes, it's just playing games that is the best part of it all." Again she brushed against Bel before moving behind Paul and acting like she was more than comfortable with being in The Stockade again, she leaned her stick against the wall and wrapped both arms around his waist from behind, her hands immediately moving once again to rub across his groin area before slowing and finally coming still as she watched and waited for any reactions as well as the next shot.

Becca couldn't believe how brave she was beginning to become around Paul, but yet she found that she felt more than just at ease with him and possibly even more at ease with him than she'd ever been around Steven. She drew a breath then, remembering that she didn't have her phone on her and tried to push the thought out of her mind that when she did speak with him again, she was certain to get a lecture. Just one more reason to enjoy whatever the night might bring her way and looking around at the other couple, she smiled as she wondered just what the sexy biker had planned for her, if anything and if she would do well enough to possibly get the rides she wanted....both on Paul and his ride sitting outside.
 
The view Becca was offering didn’t go unnoticed by Paul, and especially by Bel, as the newest patron of the stockade moved to line up her shot. Bel was leaning into Paul and whispering to him, how hot and tasty Becca looked. Paul having noticed that Becca, seemed to have some interest in not only himself, but Bel too, maybe. Though he wasn’t absolutely sure, she seemed to occasionally be glancing toward Bel, it could have a jealousy thing too. Now Bel on the other hand much like Marty and Paul, was unabashedly taking in the views when offered.

So when Becca bent deeply over to attempt her second shot, Bel stared as did Paul at the sweet sexy view of Becca’s backside. Bel again leans in and whispers something about how nice it would be to play with Paul’s newest possession. Paul whispers back that she doesn’t need his permission. They shared a small conspiratorial laugh together.

Bel smiles at Becca approaches, not the least offended or bothered that the two brushed against each other as Becca moved to get behind Paul. Bel’s free hand at first seemingly reaching out to casually assist Becca's passing, but taking the opportunity to slide across her barely covered backside as she did.

With Becca done, it was Marty’s turn, so as he reviews the table, Paul enjoys the arms of Becca around his waist, and the hands now rubbing his crotch. Bel sees it, and smiles licking her lips, at first watching the two play. She just casually leans over one hand still holding her cue stick, as the other begins to rub Becca’s backside, she whispers to Paul, though obviously Becca would hear.

Paul, I think you've found keeper here.

Bel says as her fingers trail a little lower, just below the hem of Becca’s outfit. Marty without any distractions lines up his shot and makes it, with a chance to run the remainder of the table, fails to notice the play of the other three, as winning the game was a little more important to him than some miscellaneous touching and feeling going on, as that could be had at any time. Paul looks back and Becca and sees what Bel is up to and leaves it to Becca to decide if it was okay or not. All he does is reach back with his free hand to reciprocate, by sliding it up the front of her leg, when he reaches her short little outfit, he just works to pull it up so that it wouldn’t be in his way. Of course not only would this allow him more access, but so to, there would be nothing between Becca’s backside and Bel’s hand.
 
Becca had noticed the brush of Bels hand upon her backside as she slid past to take her place by Paul. She'd not thought a lot of it, merely having chalked it up to the close proximity between those gathered around the pool table.

She did not however chalk it up to their close proximity after Becca had wrapped her arms about Paul. When she felt Bels hands on her again at first Becca thought to say something, to stop her but then a distraction came in the form of Paul's hand slipped across her thigh and upwards. Bel's hands seemed to move lower in unison with Paul's and it was then that Becca heard the whisper, obviously intended for Paul but spoken loud enough for Becca to hear.

Paul, I think you've found keeper here.

Becca drew a slight breath when she felt Bel's fingers sliding along the hem of her short, now pulled up even shorter tight dress. She quickly disguised it by leaning forward slightly into Paul and allowing her hands to slide down further around his waist while she watched Marty running the table.

It felt good to be able to stand there, exploring Paul's body so openly. She found that she didn't even mind that Bel's fingertips continued to play along her hem, becoming braver with each pass of her fingertips. And in those moments Becca completely forgot that she'd had yet to call Steven before it got too late, her only thought being could it be possible that Bel found her to be as attractive as some of the men she'd noticed openly watching her when she'd entered "The Stockade."

Deciding to make this night count, she leaned up on her tiptoes and from her position behind Paul, feeling how the change of her angle affected the positioning of his own hand. She swallowed a small breath that had caught in her throat then whispered playfully, her hands roaming over the front of his jeans "I think your friend Bel likes my dress." Then she shifted one leg slightly, no longer on her tiptoes but still relatively close to his ear as she felt Bel's hand slip slightly upward under the hem as she shifted her position "or maybe else, what is under it." Becca said the words quietly but in a rather teasing tone.
 
A strong rough manly hand enjoyed the soft smooth skin of Becca’s body, while another far more delicate one did the same. The long finger of Paul’s hand now presses into the soft warm flesh of Jenna’s nether region.

Oh, I definitely think she likes more than that dress.

Paul said it again, in a tone that not only Becca would hear, but so too would Bel. So as Marty continued to work the table undisturbed, Paul and Bel, played with Becca. Bel’s hand now no longer obstructed by Becca’s short skirt, slid up and then over her ass, before moving between her legs. Paul felt small hands of Becca, as they moved across the front of his jeans and the ridge that was developing there.

Marty sunk another ball with only two more remaining. He laughed and chuckled as he went about trying to finish the table, carefully moving around the table, trying to determine the best way to bring the game to an end. The other participants clearly not too concerned with the game, or at least that game. Paul returns the favor and continues to softly talk into Becca’s ear.

You don’t seem to have a problem with Bel, I think you like it.

Bel knew her away around the feminine form, and though she lacked the thick long appendage between her legs, she did know what pleased and aroused a woman, and fresh meat that Paul had recently acquired had caught her attention, and she had plans to feast on it.
 
Becca stifled a small gasp of both surprise and pleasure when she felt Paul's finger pressing to her already aroused sex. Becca shifted slightly at his touch and caught herself pressing back slightly against Bel when Paul mentioned that he thought Bel liked more than just the dress.

Becca had thought about what it would be like to have a woman lover before but she'd never really went through with it. She had to admit, that being able to arouse another woman or to have another woman arousing her was something she had given thought to. She was quite certain that the touch of a woman could be just as pleasing as that of a mans. And if the way Bel's hand felt as it roamed over her naked ass was any indication of how pleasurable, Becca was certain it was something she might someday enjoy.

And then as if to confirm that he'd just read her mind or some wild shit like that, Paul said "You don’t seem to have a problem with Bel, I think you like it."

Becca was aware of the fact that by now, Marty was cleaning house on the table and while she acted like she were trying to pay attention, a small smirk was already playing across her lips. However, when Paul once again leaned in and spoke to her, this time very softly into her ear, Becca gave a slight shudder. Damn the man was extremely sexy, and those long digits of his...and Becca thought perhaps Paul might just be correct but she turned her head to glance at Bel with a smile on her face but quickly returned her gaze to Paul's handsome face once more.

Becca murmured softly "You think you know me well enough, to know exactly what I do and don't like, don't you sexy?"
 
I don’t think I know exactly what you do and don’t like, but I think I’m going to find out.

The way Paul said it, made it clear that whatever defenses she’d had or used with other men, meant absolutely nothing to him. If she stayed around him, he was going to push her to places she’d never been or never considered. In a way Paul was looking forward to breaking something in fresh, something that seemed ripe and ready. So as Marty went to sink the last ball for the game, Paul’s finger sank into Becca, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her womanhood. On the other side Bel’s hand was a little less direct, but no less effective as it teased the new girl’s body, tracing its way up the cleft of her ass and between her legs.

Marty lined up the last shot, and even now it was clear if anyone was paying attention besides Marty that there was little or no chance he’d not sink the ball. So with his attention elsewhere, Paul and Bel took their last uninterrupted opportunities with Becca’s body, though neither seemed concerned that someone might see.

Marty sunk his ball, and gave our small hoot of triumph, now turning and discovering that everyone else was not paying any attention. Still he wasn’t stupid and smiled, and thought he might suggest another game. ‘Anyone else up for another game, maybe we change what we’re betting?’
 
Becca grinned when Paul said he didn't know but he was going to find out, but within seconds that grin turned into her biting her bottom lip when she felt the bikers rather large finger sink into her to be quickly followed by Bels own warm hands traversing her body.

It took Becca only a split second to gather her senses and quip back to Paul "Maybe you will, maybe you won't but I guess time will tell." She said the words playfully, refusing to give into him so quickly although at this point she already knew that this man enticed her enough that she would more likely than not, stick around long enough for him to find out more about her and hopefully for her to find out more about him.

It wasn't like she was looking for anything permanent herself, if she were she'd probably already been married to Steven. As Marty sank in the last ball she groaned slightly to herself. Steven. He was probably beside himself by now with worry since she'd not yet called. As soon as she got a chance she'd have to at least text him to say she'd talk to him later or come up with some excuse but for now she allowed her attentions to return back to those gathered around the pool table. Her fingers moved idly over Pauls zipper and she even caught herself pressing back against the warmth of Bel's hand. Becca wasn't drunk, she was more curious than anything. She'd always been a bit curious but had never dared to actually go through with being intimate with another female. There was that one time in college, but she'd put the brakes on before it went beyond a bit of flirting and touchy feely stuff.

But now with Bel's soft hands on her ass, and Paul's finger buried inside of her she simply smiled over Paul's shoulder when Marty mentioned another game for a different bet. She'd not offer the bet this time as she'd done with Paul on her first visit to the stockade instead she moved her hands directly over Paul's groin and fondled him through his jeans, feeling brave enough to do so in this new place...this new and wild environment that she was beginning to rather enjoy.

"I'm game." She said, looking at Marty but then in a softer whisper to Paul saying "I made the bet the last time I was here, how about you.." Her voice trailed off as Bel's hand moved over her bare ass and she once again bit her lip slightly "Or better yet..why don't we let the pretty lady behind me place the bet this time" Becca offered, hoping she didn't sound too eager, or for that fact, too brave but wanting to feel as though she slightly could fit into this new and exciting world somehow.
 
Paul and Marty both new that Bel didn’t just warm up to any girl, and she could be as much of a bitch as she wanted, especially if someone was going after something she wanted. However, in this case, Paul suspected that Bel was going to do something mischievous, which probably wouldn’t be a bad thing, as he and Bel got along when they were together. If Paul had shown a little more interest in the past, Bel might have been his girl, but Paul hadn’t so Bel, just enjoyed the club, and the guys or in some cases the girls. Bel smiled a wicked little grin, and answered.

How about a little truth or dare? You sink the ball, you get to ask?

The guys both smiled and each nodded and agreed to the game, knowing full well that given who was playing that they probably wouldn’t be the recipient of many truths or dares. Plus each was confident and slightly arrogant that they would be asking the most. Marty moved to rack the balls up, Paul helped retrieve them, as they moved to start another game. While the guys were preoccupied, Bel became just a little bolder with Becca, and whispered in her ear, as her free hand took liberal opportunities with Becca’s body.

Are you ready to play? I know I am.
 
Bel had picked truth or dare, a game that Becca had never really liked to play that much but here in this place, away from Steven and the eyes of all of their "proper" friends, Becca could do anything she wanted to do. No one here was the judgmental type or so it seemed, and they all just went about their own business for the most part as far as she could tell so with a small smile of her own she replied to Bel.

Sure, I'm ready to play. Becca responded first then noticed how Bel's movements behind her had increased. It wasn't that the touch wasn't pleasant, but more so the fact that Becca had only ever been curious, never really having played around with other females before save one failed attempt in college.

It was that curiosity that prevented herself from pulling away when she felt Bel's hands roaming over her backside. Or at least that was what Becca would tell herself as she kept her eyes forward, glancing at Paul, catching his gaze and her lips curved into a soft smile as for a moment she recalled the events of the previous night and a small shiver coursed through her with the thought of what this night might also bring.
 
Since Marty won the prior match, he went first. With a sharp crack of stick to the cue ball, he sent the ball hurdling towards the group of balls waiting in a cluster to be victims. With that distinctive sound and Newtonian physics the cue ball lost momentum, and the other balls gained it. Though there was lots of movement, none of the balls ended up in any of the pockets, and most were now spread out. Smiling, Paul stepped up, to make a shot, leaving Bel and Becca alone to play a little more, while he looked over the table, seeing what his best chances were.

Bel saw no reason to discontinue her efforts, or to abate or diminish them in any fashion. So while her hand intrudes some more, she whispers into Becca’s ear.

So sugar, what do you think your man’s going to do, truth or dare? Because I know he’s good with his stick, and knows how to use it. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the pleasure and opportunity to play with it.

Bel wasn’t being very subtle as she inferred quite clearly that she knew Paul’s equipment intimately. While Bel continued her own personal game, Paul was lining up his shot on the other game. Without any distractions or interference, he makes an easy first shot, smiling as the ball disappears into the pocket. Turning he looked at Becca, and announces his first truth.

I don’t know if I told you when we play truth or dare, the asker gets to choose. So truth, have you ever kissed a girl before?

Clearly he didn’t mean some peck on the cheek.
 
Becca was actually surprised that Bel had referred to Paul as her man, she never having given a second thought about it since it was more than evident to Becca that no one woman would ever truly be Paul's. She took Paul to be more the free spirit type who did what he wanted when he wanted and had no need for a woman tagging along. Paul was, in essence everything that Steven wasn't nor ever could be. A small groan rumbled through her as she remembered she had yet to call or text Steven.

But all the same, Becca smiled when she heard Bel say it and she chuckled in a friendly way stating "Looks like your loss is my gain then cuz he definitely still knows how to use it." Clearly referring to the fact that she'd just played with Paul's stick as Bel called it, the night before even if she hadn't so blatantly said it the way that Bel had. Then she nodded affirmatively, confident as she considered her past interactions with Paul thus far as she leaned back slightly, replying to Bel in her own brand of whisper "I'm positive he's going for truth."

Seconds later, the sexy biker would prove her right when he asked the question, one which didn't surprise Becca in the least even if she'd at the moment she perhaps would have preferred not to answer it considering Bel's hands had become very liberal under the hem of her short skirt. Never missing a beat though, Becca quickly responded to Paul's inquiry "Yes, I have."

Becca was telling the truth. Even though she'd never played in the majors, she had minored in it that one time in college.
 
All of the participants smiled as Becca said she had kissed a girl, Bel for the briefest of moments licking her lips, though her hand never left the area between Becca’s legs. No one asked her when or whom she’d kissed, as it was clear the game was just beginning, and more would be learned soon enough. Since Paul had made his shot, he got to shoot again. So he walked around the table, carefully looking over several shots, clearly taking his time to find the best shot possible. Satisfied he stops and carefully leans over the table, his jeans hugging his ass as makes a few practice motions with the cue stick.

Bel leans in to Becca, finally withdrawing her hand, but softly and seductively whispering.

Isn’t that one fine specimen of man, you know the kind has the right equipment and knows how to use it right.

She pulls back to just stand adjacent to Becca, lightly leaning against her as they watch Paul’s next shot. Bel makes no effort to stop or distract him, as she wanted him to sink that ball, for she didn’t see she could lose either way. Paul of course accommodated her wish, as he hit the intended ball squarely and sent it careening into a pocket. With an even bigger smile he stood up to his full height, and looked at Becca again.

A dare I think this time. I dare you to kiss and I mean really kiss Bel.
 
While Becca didn't verbally respond to Bel's comment about Paul being a fine specimen, she did however lock her eyes on Paul's tight jeans but nodded in agreement with Bel. She watched as Paul maneuvered around table before finally coming to stop to line up the shot.

As Paul's jeans stretched even tighter across his nice ass, Becca felt Bel remove her hand to finally stand more so beside her as both woman watched Paul sink his intended target. She turns to look at Bel and quietly says "That fine specimen could sink his equipment in to me anytime he wanted to."

Becca meant the words. She'd had a taste of the man known as Paul, and she wanted to enjoy that flavor again sooner or later, preferably sooner, if she were to have her way.

Of course, Paul sunk the ball with his more than sufficient pool skills and Becca braced herself. He'd already gone for truth and considering his question at that time, Becca was certain that a dare would follow.

A dare I think this time. I dare you to kiss and I mean really kiss Bel.

The dare barely surprised her and the thought of kissing the pretty woman wasn't exactly a revolting idea to her. Becca came to the conclusion that now was a good time to slate any lingering curiosities she had regarding women as well as show Paul that she was not afraid to take his dares either.

Turning to Bel she didn't even ask permission, she merely turned fully towards her and as she leaned in towards her a hand came up to rest on the back of Bel's head, helping to draw it near to her own as she leaned in, licking Bel's lips lightly to get a small taste of the woman's then her lips sealed over Bels own soft warm mouth, lingering for a moment before finally pushing her tongue past Bel's lips, the delicate pink muscle dancing along Bel's own at first lightly, then deeper as she probed and explored Bel's mouth, pressing her body to her, fingers twining in her hair as her other hand slipped down to grip her firm ass in her hands. Despite that Becca hadn't ever figured she would be kissing another woman again, let alone doing in public she found that the longer her lips were on Bel's, the more she was enjoying it.
 
Everyone seemed to enjoy the kiss, even those not directly participating, as both Paul and Marty stood there drinking their beers and watching the show. Bel was clearly not reluctant or bashful as she pressed her body against Becca’s and made sure the kiss was long, deep and torrid. Her mouth opening and her tongue working to slide into Becca’s as she became the aggressor and took control of the kiss. A few hoots and hollers could be heard over the cacophony of sounds coming from the bar proper as others notice the rather bold and risqué kiss. No one made any effort to stop or to break the two apart as Bel returned the kiss if not with the same, maybe with more enthusiasm than Becca, or maybe just less restraint.

A moan vibrated from Bel’s lips as they pressed against Becca's, the meeting and joining of their bodies now more than a simple dare met. Bel’s hard nipples pressing against Becca, while one of Bel’s hands held Becca’s head by the hair the other grabbed her ass. The kiss that seemed to be more than a kiss was seemingly not being stopped or slowed by anyone. It was Becca’s dare, and thus Becca’s choice when the kiss or whatever it had become, was to end. Bel for her part was doing the most, to entice and make the moment last, as her natural sexual hunger came to the forefront. Though she enjoyed men for the most part, she wasn’t at all adverse to the feel and touch of a woman on occasion, and if that was a young maybe even sexually inexperience woman, that was even better. She had a sexual thing for corruption, for pushing her partner to go further and do more than they normally would, and add to that a public display and she was one happy girl.

Across the table Paul wasn’t the least bit bothered or even jealous of what Bel was up to, as he was very confident of his own abilities, skills and manhood. Instead he took the pleasure from Bel’s and Becca’s efforts, watching with a keen eye and a rather confident smirk.
 
As Bel pushed her tongue even further into Becca's mouth to intertwine in a hot sultry kiss, Becca found that she had no desire for it to end any time soon. Although it was a dare that she could stop at any time she simply didn't wish to stop. She wanted to explore everything that she possibly could before having to return to Steven. Even the thought of her kind and gentle Steven didn't even make a dent in her will to continue intruding into Bel's mouth with her tongue.

When Bel pulled her close, Becca reciprocated by allowing her hands to slide down the back of Bel's neck and back until her hands reached her ass where she began to pull Bel even closer to her, pressing her body tightly against her and noting that Bel's nipples had pebbled just as much as Becca's own had and were now pressing into each other through the thin fabric of their clothing.

Becca returned one hand to the back of Bel's head, her fingers twining in her hair and holding her firm as she broke the kiss for a second if for no other purpose than to breath, before pulling Bel's head back towards her and sealing her lips over the other woman's who obviously didn't mind as her lips met Becca's to return the kiss just as needfully as Becca appeared to be. Becca's hand remained firm in Bel's hair but her hand moved from her ass and slid up her side, stopping to rest on the outside of Bel's nicely sized firm round breasts and cupping it slightly to give a small squeeze and catching the slightest gasp of breath into the kiss that Bel had released. Excited by the gasp, she moved her hand slightly just far enough that as her fingers grazed over Bel's breast it passed directly over that hardened nub before Becca finally ended the kiss with a lingering moment, a break and then a small kiss back on her lips before looking over at Paul with a grin on her face, her fingers releasing themselves from Bel's hair to slip her hand down and come to rest on the woman's tight little ass.

Looking at Paul she finally speaks "Is that real enough for you?"
 
Paul smiled as Becca and Bel entwined together and began a most passionate or more accurately a lust filled kiss. Though the word kiss didn’t do justice to the way the two sexy women’s bodies merged and moved together. The need, the fire between each of them seemed to make a synergy of sexual energy, as they made out. Paul was beginning to think that Becca, might just be a very sexually pent up or frustrated young woman. Either way if she wasn’t she was still blooming and clearly moving beyond what ever constraints had held her back in the past.

Paul had seen a few girls kiss and make out, and he’d even done a three way a few times, but usually it was with two very heterosexual girls, as the women in the gang tended to go for very masculine men. So it was a pleasure to see Becca and Bel kissing and touching with such enthusiasm, then finally breaking apart. Now with Bel, he wasn’t totally surprised, as she seemed to just like pleasure, the new girl… well that was to be determined. Paul chuckles as Becca challenges him, while her and Bel stood there partially entwined together.

Yes that is, almost makes me feel a bit of jealousy.

Marty makes some comment that he would have loved to have been on the other side of the table and between the two lovely ladies. Paul smiles, taking up his due stick again, to see what he might sink next. A quick perusal of table showed him, that he was going to be hard pressed to sink the next ball, but he had to try. So he lines up on a shot, the best one he had, and not a good one at that. Still there was a good reason to try, and that reason was Becca. Still his shot misses, as the balls on the table many of them become redistributed as the forces of momentum and laws of physics cause them to move and again come to a stop. Bel was next, slowly she disengages herself, as she takes up her cue stick, and goes about inspecting the table, as she did, she seemed to make a show of it, bending and turning to flaunt her assets not only for the guys but for Becca too. It was clear that Bel as an attention whore, and loved to be the center of it. Finally she stopped and found a shot. Bending over, and even arching her back, she gave Becca an unobstructed view as she pulled back her cue and made her shot. The shot was actually easy as everything had come to be lined up, on purpose or by chance wasn’t clear. With the next ball in the pocket she stands up, using the cue stick almost like a stripper’s pole, looking at the guys then back at Becca, clearly teasing all of them, while considering her options. Finally turning to Becca, and asking a truth.

So my darling, truth, have you ever gone down on a woman before?
 
Becca grinned at Paul remark to her inquiry, feeling somewhat satisfied. And while the truth was she would have loved to have been kissing the biker again, the kiss with Bel had been far more delightful than she remembered a womans kiss ever having been before. Perhaps merely because the situation was different now, The Stockade served well in providing a different ambiance than college had for certain.

Becca watched as Bel sank her first shot, positive that the sprite little thing would dare her and was rather surprised when she went for truth. Becca's eyes scanned those gathered around the table as she contemplated her answer. There really was little to contemplate. Bel was asking for a truth and Becca would tell her, no matter how odd it seemed for her to say it.

Becca smiled and shrugged lightly. "Just once..." She didn't elaborate further as there really was little to tell. The event had happened but both recipients had not really been that interested in the actual act as they had done it on a dare, had followed through with it but merely hadn't gone very far with it.

Becca tried to study the faces around her for a reaction, and Bel seemed pleased enough that her answer was yes as she strutted around the table showing off her assets while lining up her next shot. Luckily for Becca, the female missed and although she pouted slightly at not being able to ask a truth or give a dare to the sexy brunette who's turn it was to shoot next, she indicated that it was Becca's turn to shoot.

"Your shot, beautiful." Bel said the words with a small grin on her face as she realized that once again, Becca's own assets in the super short dress would once again be on display for the occupants of The Stockade to take in.

Becca chalked her cue, walking around the table eying her shot as hips swayed rather seductively as she walked. Becca did not with to be out done by the feisty Bel, so she leaned down across the table, breasts all but falling out of her low cut top as she gauged the possibilities of making the shot although her eyes did travel from Bel to Marty and then to Paul.

Becca stood again, deciding that was not the shot she wanted to take but instead moved that she was now standing with her backside in full view of both Marty and Paul. Once again, she leaned down lining up her shot, this time making sure to lean far over the table and wiggling her all but bare ass for the men to see while Bel watched as Becca's breasts once again all but fell out of her dress.

Becca pulled the stick back, sinking the ball. If she understood the game correctly, she got to ask a truth or give a dare. She took a moment to think about it and then a smirk played across her face. Turning to Bel she inquired "So sexy, tell me have you ever gone down on a woman before?" Becca already knew what that answer probably would be but was in reality setting Bel up for her next question, should she make her next shot. Bel replied enthusiastically "Oh yes, I love making a woman squirm."

Becca smiled then, once again moving to line up her next shot, easily sinking the second ball. Another truth for the lovely Bel to respond to came from Becca's mocha stained lips, her eyes locking onto Bels despite the fact that she simply couldn't believe that she was asking the petite woman "Another truth for the lovely lady." Becca smiled then continued "Would you enjoy if you could go down on me?"

Another brave question from the ever changing Becca. Bel on the other hand licked her lips "Oh darling, I'd love to go down on you" she replied, moving closer towards Becca and the two men. Becca said nothing more but watched the faces of those directly near the table, both men appearing to enjoy the banter between the two females.

Becca looked at the table. None of the shots looked doable, but she had to try. Once again her stick came in contact with a ball, but clearly the shot wouldn't make it. Becca shuddered slightly as she realized it was now Marty's turn again and of all of those gathered he was the one who had been the quietest throughout the entire pool game. But somehow, Becca had a feeling his quiet streak was about to end and she hoped she was wrong as she moved away from the table, quickly taking a place close to Paul and waiting to see what happened next, her hand automatically without second thought moving to wrap around Paul's waist as she stood extremely close to him.
 
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