Playing pool

Boroka and Hope slide into the pool room already smiling at each other like the night is theirs. Instead of racking the balls, Hope sets her cue on the felt and spreads herself over the edge, cheeks open. Boroka takes the cue ball, rolls it slowly between Hope’s thighs until it catches on slick skin and sinks into her cunt with one deliberate push. Hope gasps, hips jerking forward. The ball disappears, held tight by her muscles. Boroka lines up the next shot with the tip of her tongue, licking a stripe up the inside of Hope’s thigh before drawing the eight-ball to the entrance. She pushes it in until only the white circle shows, then bends to suck it free, rolling it against Hope’s clit on the way out. Hope’s knuckles whiten on the rail. Ball after ball follows—three, four—each one warmer from being inside her. Boroka plays until Hope drips onto the green felt and the cue ball slips free on its own, landing between her trembling feet. Hope straightens, eyes glazed, cue forgotten. Boroka wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist and mutters, “Your turn,” like they’re finishing the frame instead of just starting it.