Young Widows Club

by Bridy McAvoy

  Glancing along the line, she could see Chris was working hard on Becky. Like Pattie, her top was up above her breasts although they were completely hidden by Chris’s hands. Her panties had been shoved down below her hips, and Angie could see the top end of her friend’s slit peeping out above the waistband as they clung, just, to her upper thighs.

  Pattie’s knickers were even lower and her top rolled into a ring, almost around her neck, as she was locked in an embrace with Pete, their lips together as they snogged passionately. She guessed Pattie hadn’t even seen what had happened during at least the last half, if not all, of the rack. Her friend had her eyes closed and she could see the woman’s cheeks move as Pete’s tongue worked inside her mouth. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, but his hands were lower, much lower, cradling the cheeks of her butt and pulling her in to him. She could see Pattie’s hips grinding and knew her friend could feel a hard cock pressed against her belly.

  Angie felt a hand brush against and then cup her breast and knew Gray had moved closer than she’d realized while she’d been watching the erotic pageant in front of her.

  “About time you joined in the fun?”

  His tone was playful, and his comment somewhat nonsensical given what had happened to her for the last three racks of pool.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah, you’re going to lose this frame.”

  She smiled up at him, her head cocked to one side, coquettishly, even as he continued to fondle her breast through the two layers of material. Her nipple responded. They’d been hard all evening but seemed to expand further as he touched her, increasing the pressure, and ground it against his palm.

  She tried not to close her eyes and moan or shiver at the contact but it was too much and she ended up doing all three, eliciting another chuckle from him.

  “What say we increase the wager?”

  “To what?”

  “Well, it’s nine-ball, so let’s pick the middle one, the five, and whoever pots that wins that half of the rack, but we play on for the other half too.”

  “Oh, I’m not sure.”

  Robert had been watching the byplay with interest and had heard the conversation. From his position just behind Gray she saw him nod, and then wink, telling her, she believed, to both accept the wager and lose both halves of the rack. She shuddered and pretended to think about it for a few seconds. It was obvious things were moving faster than any of the women had expected and Robert was happy with that. So it was up to her to make sure everything worked to plan, which meant her getting naked more quickly than she’d anticipated. Not just naked either…

  “Okay.”

  “Good girl, but one thing?”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, if I win both, then I fully intend to bend your naked body over the table and fuck you.”

  She shivered again. “Your break.” She tried to put as much confidence into her voice as she could, but it still came out as a shrill squeak.

  Gray chuckled and moved to the far end of the table and broke the rack. “Yes!”

  She stared in horror as his exultant cry rang around the room as they all watched the five-ball disappear down the center pocket, meaning she’d lost the first half of the wager without even getting in a shot. Still, she felt the need to try. “I thought you said the fifth ball.”

  Gray shook his head. “Nope, the five-ball was the call, and the five-ball has disappeared down the hole. Time to pay the piper.”

  Knowing he was right, she still turned to the gallery for support but they all nodded their agreement with Gray—even the women, although it was clear Pattie was too preoccupied to know what the question was. Given the way the blonde’s top was pulled high and her underwear pushed down, at least Angie wouldn’t be the first woman effectively naked in the room.

  Gray moved to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning down and brushing his lips against her ears. She trembled but stood still as he moved his lips down from her ear to her neck where he planted a soft kiss before moving back to her ear lobe. He captured this in his teeth and she closed her eyes and gasped as he bit down gently on it before releasing it.

  “Ready?”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice as chemicals generated by his seductive approach warred with those from the impending humiliation. Her heart hammered and her breathing shortened as he reached underneath the outer layer for the knot at her left shoulder.

  “I bet you’re going to look really good without this layer.”

  He chuckled as he pulled the two strings apart. She opened her eyes and could see the faces as everyone watched this humiliating act. The two cords parted and the inner layer sagged, revealing the upper curve of her breast, but the other side held it high enough to prevent any further exposure than that. She tried hard not to react. She felt an urgent need to flee, but fought down the reflex as he extracted his hand from underneath the chiffon outer layer of her dress while simultaneously worming his fingers underneath it on her other shoulder.

  “Are you ready this time?”

  “No!”

  He laughed, and she had to smile, knowing he’d have ignored whatever she said anyway, the conversation more for both of them to say something, anything, rather than any read communication.

  She felt the knot give as he tugged, loosening in a rush, but she glanced to the side and saw he was still holding both ends in his hand. Seeing her looking, he delayed, keeping hold and then letting the back one slip through his fingers. The weight of the fabric pulled the back of the dress down, and she guessed from the feel of it trickling down her back, to about the level of her breasts. As soon as he let go of the other strap, the front would fall to at least the same level, leaving only the see-through chiffon covering her.

  “Get on with it, we haven’t got all night!”

  The words echoed around the room and her audience laughed, but Angie froze, a look of horror on her face as she realized the voice had been female. She looked along the line of her friends, and Trish was the one who couldn’t meet her eye. She stared accusingly at the brunette who was staring at Angie’s chest but, when she did look up, smiled at her friend and winked. Angie let out a soft exhalation as she realized her friend had been playing, not meaning her harsh words the way they’d sounded. She felt the final strap slip free of his fingers and the dress start to slide down her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which had an unexpected effect, the top of the dress layer catching on her upturned nipples, stopping it sliding down and revealing more than the tops of her areolas.

  “Oops.”

  She giggled, which turned out to be the wrong thing to do, the inadvertent movement shaking the dress free, and it dropped to her waist.

  The time with Robert and the other girls the night before had shown her just how transparent the dress now was, just how much her breasts were on show, and as soon as Gray completed the process, just how much all of her would be on show.

  His hands left her shoulders and she felt him kiss the small of her back as he bent over. She shuddered at the unexpected but very erotic touch then closed her eyes, forcing herself to stand still as she felt his hands grasp the bottom edge of the fabric. He tugged and it came away with a rush and she knew from the whistles from the watching men that she was now naked except for the chiffon.

  Before straightening up, Gray planted another kiss on her back, this time much lower, just above the outward curve of her butt and she shivered again. Once he was upright again, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, into his arms, his mouth searching for and capturing hers in a fierce kiss that almost melted her into him on the spot. Angie felt her legs grow weak as he kissed her, his tongue pushing past her lips, past her teeth, finding and searching for hers with a blistering passion that took her breath away. She tried to breathe through her nose, but his hands dropped to her ass and pulled her roughly against him, completing the process of molding her body to his as her arms wrapped around the back of his neck for
support. Through the thin layers of fabric separating them, she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach and she moaned in need deep in her throat. Expecting him to continue, to abandon the pool game as a lost cause, she willingly pressed against him, her hips slowly rotating as she ground herself to him.

  Instead, he broke the kiss, let go of her ass and stepped back, bringing his hands to her shoulders to hold her at arm’s length, panting as he swept his gaze up and down her virtually naked body.

  “Nice!”

  “Cheek!”

  Behind them one of the other guys cleared his throat and Angie turned her head to look. Satisfied that he had everyone’s attention, Steve spoke up.

  “Seeing as she was so interesting in seeing her friend naked, I think it’s only right that this beautifully gorgeous young woman should repay the favor in kind.”

  Angie watched Trish’s eyes flare wide as she realized the import behind his words. The room fell silent. So silent, in fact, everyone could hear the zip on the back of Trish’s dress open as Steve pulled the tab down. He moved slowly, savoring the moment and, from his angle, certainly enjoying the view as the dress opened in a vee down Trish’s naked back. Everyone already knew Trish was naked under the dress, and would be completely so once the dress hit the floor, and Angie held her breath as she watched her friend close her eyes, waiting for that inevitable moment of exposure.

  Steve’s hands rose to the back of Trish’s neck and Angie knew her friend was only moments away from nudity, just the tiny Velcro square on the halter neck providing any semblance of control over her modesty. Everyone heard the ripping sound as the hooks and eyes parted on the tiny fastening. Trish shuddered in anticipation. Angie could see the brunette’s legs trembling from the stress of becoming the first one naked. She’d expected to be that, herself. She felt Gray’s hand cupping her ass through the thin chiffon and realized she was to all intents and purposes naked already. Steve’s hands reappeared, one each side of Trish’s head, each holding one of the two straps that met at her bust line, providing the bodice of the dress. They started to descend out to the sides, pulling the dress fabric open and exposing more and more of Trish’s bust.

  “Oops!”

  The men chuckled as Steve pretended to drop the two strips of fabric, and Trish opened her eyes in panic before realizing he was teasing. A second later he did let go and the red sheath slithered down the brunette’s body, not even catching on her slim hips, to pool in a circle around her feet.

  “Oh!”

  Her soft exclamation would have drawn all eyes to her, but they were already watching her. Behind her, Angie felt Gray lifting the back of her dress, gathering it in his fingers and then lowering his hand to her naked ass. She paid no attention to what he was doing as Trish stood there naked, in all her glory, making no attempt to use her hands to cover herself. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Robert nod approval, and Pete and Chris turned to their respective partners.

  “You’re next.”

  A minute later her other two friends were naked, leaving her—the one who’d expected to be naked first—the only one with any semblance of modesty, not that the remains of her dress concealed much.

  “I don’t think it’s fair, do you?”

  Gray’s question caught her off-guard.

  “Sorry?”

  He smiled down at her as she looked up into his face.

  “You’re the only one still dressed.”

  “Apart from you guys, that is!”

  Her tart reply made him smile but he was clearly determined to continue.

  “Arms up.”

  Wordlessly, she lifted her arms above her head, fully knowing what he intended, but he was also right. There was no point in fighting to keep her dress. The other women were naked and available and in a few seconds she would be too.

  His hand dropped from her ass and both hands moved to grasp the hem, then started to slide it up her body, exposing first the length of her thighs, and then her pussy and the thin landing strip above it, as he lifted it as far as her waist.

  “Mind my hair!”

  He chuckled then lifted the dress further, up over her breasts, and then trapping her arms and head in the thin gauze like material. She expected him to complete the process and draw the dress all the way off. Instead, he let it go, leaving her entangled, holding her wrists in one of his hands, the other dropping to and capturing her right breast, squashing her hard nipple against his palm. A moment later she felt his lips descend to plunder her left nipple and she writhed in his grip, partially from the desire to escape her temporary imprisonment, partially in passionate response to his actions.

  Angie gasped and couldn’t prevent herself spreading her legs wider apart as his hand let go of her tortured nipple and dropped lower, sliding down across her flat belly before ruffling her landing strip and reaching her slit. She grunted as one finger penetrated her and he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. She struggled with her arms and he helped her to pull the remains of the dress up and away and off, freeing her head. That momentary freedom to see what was happening in the room disappeared as her vision was immediately blocked by his head as he raised it to plant another fierce kiss on her lips.

  She did catch a glimpse of the three men leading the now naked women toward the couches and guessed the real business of the evening was about to start. In the short glance she’d managed none of her friends seemed to be in any distress so she abandoned herself into Gray’s arms, giving in to the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.

  She dropped her arms around his neck but he broke the kiss and pushed her away a little, much to her surprise, and she felt a little empty as his fingers left her pussy.

  “What?”

  He grinned at her from about a foot away. “We still have a game of pool to play. If you lose I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you there.”

  She shuddered at the prospect, her eyes closing as an image of him doing exactly that played across the inside of her eyelids. His next words forced a quiet, surprised, squeal from her.

  “Maybe I’ll get Robert here to take your mouth while I fuck your cunt.”

  She shuddered, the images in her head intensifying. Before she could react further, or even protest, he turned her and pushed her toward the pool table, tapping her butt gently by way of a reminder.

  “Your shot.”

  “Actually, it’s yours. You potted the five, remember.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, that’s right, I did.”

  She tried to act nonchalantly as she stood there, naked except for stockings and heels, as he picked up his cue again. He lined up his shot on the one-ball and she took the opportunity to quickly survey the room, to see how her friends were faring.

  Trish was sprawled rather than sitting on the smaller of the two couches, her legs obscenely spread. Steve was sitting next to her, his head bowed to her chest as he sucked on a breast, her hands clutching the top of his head as he plundered her. His hand was busy lower too, and she could see his fingers thrusting in and out of her friend’s naked pussy as her hips bucked to meet his hand. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back and she thought she could hear the passionate moans issuing from her lips from this distance. She could see Robert closely watching the action from a position near the bar.

  The click of balls on the table drew her attention back to her own predicament and she was just in time to see the one-ball disappear and Gray move around to line up the two-ball. She turned back to the couches and couldn’t quite see what was happening on the other couch, as the pool table was obliquely behind it. She could, however, see four heads above the back and Becky’s legs sticking out in front of it. What surprised her, though, was the way the two middle heads, Becky and Pattie, were kissing, with the two men sitting on the outside watching avidly as her friends made out with each other. She saw Becky’s foot rise from the floor and immediately knew Pattie had to be fingering the brunette, or maybe it was
Chris sitting next to her, or even worse, both of them together. Her friend groaned and she lifted her leg higher, bending it at the knee as she spread herself for the plundering fingers.

  Once more, the balls clacked but this time there was no sound of the two-ball hitting the pocket.

  “Your shot this time.”

  She surveyed the table and wondered if Gray had seen what she could clearly see. If she hit the two-ball at just the right angle—only slightly off straight—it would clip the nine-ball and roll that into the pocket, a combination shot that would clinch her the frame. For a moment she thought about taking the shot on, then realized that would mean leaving the relative isolation of the pool table and joining the developing orgy that was gaining momentum. Staying on or near the pool table suddenly looked like an inviting proposition. Could she…should she throw the frame?

  Angie looked over at Gray who was watching her, and guessed her thoughts were somehow mirrored on her face as his expression changed. She glanced back at the pair of couches and saw Trish lean forward and push Steve back into the couch, her hands dropping to his belt. The idea of being bent over the pool table suddenly became more appealing than before.

  As she bent to line up the shot, Gray moved out of her line of sight and stood at the end of the table, not interfering with her shot, just watching, and she soon realized why. Her breasts hung down from her chest as she took up the correct position and, from his viewpoint, obviously made a lascivious sight.

  She lined up the shot and let fly. The two-ball took the perfect path and cannoned into the nine-ball which rolled straight toward the pocket then wobbled on the edge.

  “Foul!”

  “What?”

  At that moment the nine-ball dropped and she pushed herself upright again.

  “Foul and match!”

  “What foul?”

  He pointed to her chest.

  “That crucifix of yours touched the seven-ball. That’s a foul.”