You Should Smile by Renee Lee Read Free Book Online

to recognize their fake ID so they could drink.  As they got to the door, though, one of the drunker girls yelled back, “Later, Dr.  Breed With Me!” as they scurried out.
    We all died laughing. 
    “You will NEVER live this down, you know that, right?” Lance bellowed, bent over, laughing, tears streaming down his face.  “Dr. Breed With Me!”
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    At some point after that, Grant had walked over and said he was leaving.  That English guy was with him, so I felt like I’d be a third wheel if I tagged along.  I told him I’d just stay and ride with Paul or Melissa or take a cab home.   
    “Okay.  Have fun, Princess.  Remember, it’s hard to get semen stains out of black material,” he whispered as he hugged me goodbye.
    “Ewww…..How do you know that?....Wait, don’t tell me,” I whispered back.  (Though I thought maybe I should keep it in mind, for future reference.  You know, just in case.)
    Near the end of our game, another team came over and put their quarters down on our table.  That meant that whichever team won this current game would play the new team.  Thad, Chris and I beat Lance’s team, so we kept playing.
    I checked out the new team as they waited.  It was three cute guys around my age.  By the way they tested the pool cues, they looked like they knew what they were doing.  Blitzville Shay was here to stay, so I decided to have some fun. 
    Looking at my fellow hustler Lance, I said (in my best Melissa voice and loud enough for the new guys to hear), “Gosh, I’m not sure how to hold the stick…” 
    One of the guys heard me and walked toward me.  “I’ll show you how to hold it, darlin’.”  Crap.  That wasn’t part of my plan.
    Before I could even reply, Thad was by my side, glaring at the guy.  As he stared him down, he said loudly, “I’ll show you.”
    The guy grinned and held his hands up to Thad in mock defeat.  Thad wasn’t smiling.  The guy looked to his partners, nodding, a silent understanding between them that they were dealing with a novice in me. 
    I felt Thad’s hand against the small of my back and he nudged me toward the pool table until my stomach reached the side.  What was he doing?  How drunk was he?  This was a bad idea.  I tried to turn around, but then I felt the front of his body pressing against the back of mine.  He moved in closer.  Tighter.  His hand reached up to the back of my neck and he bent me slowly forward, facing down toward the pool table. 
    Oh shit.  I realized his dick was lined up with my ass.  I forgot what I was doing.  The heat started pulsing between my legs.  This was a very bad idea.  Protest, yes, that’s what I should be doing.  I should stop this.  I leaned back up.  Still pressed behind me, he whispered in my ear, “Nuh-uh.  You wanna hustle, you gotta follow through with the game.”
    I felt the shivers pulsate from my ear down to my heaving chest and then straight to my core.  Ms. L. was on high alert.  He grabbed the nearby cue stick and deliberately pressed me back down, bent over the table.  He reached around my waist with his left hand and held the cue in his right.  Still pressing into me from behind, his arms around me on each side, he leaned down next to my ear and pointed the cue stick toward the cue ball.  I inhaled.  He smelled so good.  I could bathe in his scent.  I felt that familiar heat as he lifted my right hand and tucked it into his own at the back of the cue stick.  Then, he did the same with my left hand in his at the front. 
    I watched as he took his right hand off of mine for a second to grab some chalk.  Pulling back my left thumb, he slowly rubbed the chalk on the sensitive webbing between my thumb and forefinger.  Oh lord.  Breathe.  I bit my lip, trying to stifle a low moan.  Too late.  He’d heard me. 
    I felt his growing hardness against my ass – and it felt huge.  On pure sexual instinct, and completely forgetting anyone else was