Friendly Competition

Kay Lovely and Robby Echo circled the pool table, trading shots and small looks. From the hallway Paige Owens watched them, her eyes drifting over Robby. She walked in and asked if she could play next. Laughter faded into tension as the score tightened. Paige leaned over the cue, hip cocked, and made her offer: one clean shot and she’d lose her shirt. The ball dropped. She straightened, reached back, and peeled the fabric off. Nothing underneath. Her breasts moved freely as she stepped back into the light. Kay’s mouth parted in surprise. Paige just grinned. “Strip pool sounds better than arguing over a win,” she said. Nobody argued. Pants slid down. Robby lost his boxer briefs next, cock already heavy between his thighs. Kay circled the table and brushed her fingers along his length. “We should make this a competition for you,” she told Paige. They dropped to their knees and took turns—soft lips on the shaft, wet tongues under the head, Paige cupping his balls and sucking one, then the other, while Kay pressed a slow kiss to the tip. Saliva shone along every inch. Still clothed from the waist down, the two women pulled their jeans and panties off in quick tugs until the floor held a messy pile. Smooth skin pressed close, slick mouths returned to Robby’s cock, taking him deeper between wet kisses, trading rhythms while the forgotten table waited behind them.