Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Unexpected Penetration

CARTER

He took the stick from Izzy and swept his gaze across the table, mentally planning the order in which he’d hit each ball. As he visualized angles stripe after stripe mentally guided itself into the pockets, along with where the cue ball would rebound after. The last shot would be dicey to pull off, but the rest would be straightforward.

Since Allison had already cleared the table of all but that single remaining solid, he wouldn’t have to worry about other balls getting in his way. That made this a lot easier than it would be otherwise. He didn’t have to worry about getting his shot blocked.

If he didn’t already know Allison could play so well, he’d have missed on purpose to ensure she got the chance to hit a few balls as well. He now knew he didn’t need to handicap himself with her, and the challenge she presented was almost as exciting as how she looked in that corset top. She was better, he knew that...

But he might still be close.

“All right, ya’ll.” Carter looked at his companions. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck!” Allison exclaimed. She was quite obviously sincere.

Carter set up for his first shot and sunk it easily. As the cue ball rebounded off the stripe, it rolled to just about where he needed it to be. The next two shots were easy after that, and Carter even hit the second one harder than he needed so he could enjoy the satisfying crack. The cue ball spun in place in the aftermath.

“Ooh!” Izzy exclaimed. “You showed that one!”

Carter glanced up at Allison to find her watching him as hungrily as he suspected he’d watched her. Good. After all, his pants were pretty damn tight, too.

He checked to see if his plan had changed and decided all the shots he’d planned should still work. One after the other, he smoothly sunk stripe after stripe until one stripe remained. Unfortunately, it was at the far end of the table near the bumper.

From this side of the table, it’d be a trick. A glancing hit on the side of the last stripe that would knock it sideways and into the corner pocket. It was doable, in theory.

He visualized the shot. Finding the right angle was easy. The hard part would be to actually do it. He leaned down and traced a line from the edge of his target back to the cue ball and then to the tip of his stick.

He breathed, blinked, and hit the cue ball with a loud and satisfying smack.

The white ball rocketed across the table and hit the bumper just beside the single remaining stripe. That stripe meandered sideways as the cue ball bounced off the bumper and rolled back at a good clip. The stripe rolled and rolled... and stopped.

Just outside the corner pocket.

He’d had a good run. He straightened and glanced at Allison. “Your shot.”

The way she was now smiling made every moment of his concentration and focus on the table worthwhile. He hadn’t seen her look proud before, and she certainly looked that way now. It felt surprisingly good to have someone acknowledge his talents.

Even so, Allison approached the table without hesitation, casually sunk her last solid, called the eight ball, and mercilessly finished him off. After, Izzy and Rick both applauded.

Carter couldn’t help but grin as well. Every moment he spent with Allison, he learned something new about her personality, talents, and interests that made her even more appealing. She offered a coy glance as if trying to gauge his feelings.

Was he worried he’d be mad at her for winning? He leaned in close and smiled at her. “That was great. You did great. I had fun.”

She blushed and smiled back. “Thank you, honey.”

Before she could say anything else, Izzy snuck around the table and threw her arms around Allison. Allison gasped as the other woman hugged her tight, but she seemed pleased rather than annoyed by Izzy’s burst of affection.

Carter’s grin widened. Izzy really was just great.

Izzy kissed Allison’s arm. “You crushed it, babe.”

Rick walked over and offered a simple shrug. “Great run, man.”

Rick was actually being sincere. Each new bit he learned about Rick from Izzy softened Carter’s opinion of the man. People could change... if they actually tried.

“Thanks,” he said. “Still, I think we won the moment our girls agreed to play pool.”

Rick whistled softly. “True words.”

As the night rolled on, none of Red’s so-called VIPs showed up or, or if they did, none of them asked for a pool table. Carter got a bit concerned about how much Rick and Izzy were drinking until he learned they had taken a cab out here and planned to take one home. That eased his mind. As for him, he nursed a few beers and paced himself.

Turning down free drinks was tough, but he wasn’t about to risk driving drunk, and he also wasn’t eager to let Allison drive yet. He knew she could handle the short drive home, but there was still a chance a cop might randomly pick them out of the departing pack for a stop. And what if they hit a checkpoint? She had no license. It was too risky.

Therefore, Carter remained the designated driver, or... designated enough. He knew how much liquor he could hold and stuck to light beer. Even so, he didn’t need to be drunk to feel lightheaded with Allison around.

He and Allison took a stool and watched Rick and Izzy to play two full games. That allowed Allison to sit on his lap and tease him. And she teased him so mercilessly.

It wasn’t just her gentle grind, which she kept up in his lap whenever she could get away with it. It was the playful way her fingers drifted up and down his biceps, occasionally moving lower to tease around his sides. All the while she ensured he did plenty of staring at her gorgeous face or her gorgeous tits.

She kissed him often as well, sometimes on the cheek and sometimes on the lips, but always with affection that made his head spin. She made him feel like there was no one in the whole world she wanted more than she wanted him. She was worshipping him tonight.

He kept expecting another patron somewhere to yell at them to get a room, but people were polite. Or maybe just busy. Either way, she continued to gently slide her fingers up and down his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. He loved that.

Finally, after two full games of knocking balls around the table without Rick or Izzy scoring a decisive win, they got bored. As the place began to clear out, they managed to get a free set of darts. It was another bar sport Allison apparently excelled at.

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Last call came and went with Carter just sober enough to drive, but not sober enough to stop grinning at Allison like a lovestruck fool. Which he was, for her, right now. Besides the fact that she’d been carded and they’d been in a bar fight, tonight had been... perfect.

He was so intensely focused everything on he was going to do to her when they got home he barely noticed the strong hand that slowed him as he attempted to exit the bar. He looked up and recognized James, the bouncer from earlier.

The man withdrew his hand. “You good to drive?”

“You two have fun!” Izzy shouted from the parking lot. There, she and Rick were standing in a crowd taking their turns to get into a line of waiting cabs. “Go get ‘em, Allie!”

Carter knew James was just looking out for them, and he also didn’t want him to give the man reason to worry. “I’m good.”

“Need an escort to your car?”

Carter took a second to check how many people were on duty and realized James was the only one he could see. It was two blocks to his car, he was still sober enough to deck anyone who bothered them, and Allison had mind powers. Others needed more help.

“We’ll be fine,” he said confidently. “And hey, thanks again. For everything.”

James just nodded. “Get home safe.” He looked past them to the next group in line.

Walking as close as they could without falling over, Carter guided Allison away from Red’s and down the shallow strip of beaten grass that stood in place of an actual sidewalk. A line of trees loomed down the short hill from where they walked, and had he actually been drunk, he might have worried about taking a tumble. A tumble with Allison would be real fun.

They were a block from the bar and away from the public, in the dark, when she stopped him and then beckoned his head down to kiss her. Now away from the crowd, he finally grabbed her breasts as tightly as she’d wanted to the entire night. She moaned in appreciation and kissed him. Her tongue played with his as she pushed her breasts into his hands, begging him to feel her.

“I want you,” she whispered huskily in the dark. “I know you want me. This has been sweet torture.” She breathed deep. “How badly do you wish to fuck me right now?

“Allie, I can’t even put that into words.”

Her hand found his jeans and cupped his imprisoned cock. “Try.”

“I want to bend you over my kitchen counter and wake the neighbors. I want you five times a night and ten on Sundays.”

“We could attempt both,” she agreed mischievously. “Shall we begin here or at home? I believe the woods behind us are suitably dark.”

“No woods,” he managed. “Too many needles, and poison ivy, and maybe a bear.”

Allison giggled drunkenly. “No statistics suggest bears wander this part of town.”

“Try quoting statistics to a bear.” Carter grabbed her ass and pulled her roughly against him. “But we’re definitely going to fuck in my car.”

“A suitable beginning,” Allison agreed with a laugh. She then tensed in his arms as he vaguely became aware of grass crunching behind him. “Carter. Hold. There is—“

He turned just in time to see a figure in a dark hoodie with the hood pulled up, and something narrow that glistened in the moonlight. Three sharp pains erupted in his midriff as pressure built behind him. The night exploded in a burst of vivid color.

The beautiful lights now fast fading away would have been easier to enjoy if he didn’t feel like he’d swallowed a razor blade by mistake.

 

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ALLISON

As each tight squeeze of her breasts thrilled her body and increased the hot, slick damp between her thighs, Allison kissed Carter and aggressively invaded his mouth with her tongue. As much as she enjoyed teasing him, tender affection and undisguised lust had radiated off his mind for several hours now. He made her so horny she physically ached.

Perhaps the could try a 69 next. She wanted to make him moan with pleasure but also couldn’t deny that she craved another serving of what he’d offered in the parking lot. Now that she knew just how good cunnilingus could feel when someone who enjoyed it wanted her to enjoy it, she doubted she could ever turn him down.

With all but her most limited basic senses shut down, she could fully enjoy the drunken thrill of love chemicals flooding her human brain. An animalistic lust flooded her core to her chest. As such, she was only vaguely aware that another being approached from the woods.

Was it another patron of the tavern heading to their car?  No. She sensed the malevolence too late and recognized its owner a moment after that. Her human mind seized up as her natural reflexes struggled to push through a haze of drunken adoration to act.

“Carter. Hold. There is—“

Power built inside her mind and coursed into her palm as the next moment unfolded in a slow motion terror she could not stop. The knife Tommy used to stab Carter repeatedly penetrated and pulled out of his gut in three lightning-fast repetitions. Then the full power of her mind blast manifested, and she simply blew out every candle inside the aggressor’s head.

Tommy collapsed without a word, dropped his knife, and tumbled backward down the slope like an unbalanced sack someone had dropped off the back of a truck. Carter huffed and turned to look at her, wide-eyed. One hand touched his stomach and came away glistening with blood, which was already pumping into view through his shirt.

“Did he...?” He sounded far more angry than confused. “Did he just stab me?”

“Fuck!” Allison screamed loudly enough they probably heard her back at Red’s.

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