Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2006 12:01:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marie LeClare <marieleclare3@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Pool Hustler - lesbian encounters

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

Note: Parts of this story are true. I was 18 at the time, and was 5'6 120
pounds, 36C 26 37, with long black hair and brown eyes.


The Pool Hustler FF
By
MarieLeClare
Copyright (c) 2006


I first started getting an interest in the game of pool when I was about 4
years old, and was being babysat by my grandfather, at the poolroom he
owned in the small village of Wasaga Beach, 85 miles North of Toronto,
Canada.

They would have me stand on an old wooden crate, and use an old cue,
showing me how to hit the balls into the pool table pockets.

As time went by, and I got older, I got considerably better at playing the
game, and spent more and more time after school playing pool, eventually
for money, which I usually won. Even going so far as being able to buy my
very own expensive pool cue, which I had made and colored pink. Thereby
giving me the nickname of Pink.

Soon going to school was taking too much time out of my day from playing
pool, so I dropped out of school and bought my very own older car, and had
it painted pink, to go along with my nickname, and eventually I left home
by getting my own apartment.

I tried to date some boys, but didn't like how they would try to grope me,
and touch my busty chest, so I told myself I didn't have the time for
dating and decided to quit for awhile, not knowing that deep down I enjoyed
looking at girls more than boys and I didn't know a thing about lesbianism.

One night I was in a new poolroom and sitting at the bar chatting with the
woman who ran the place because it was quiet and I couldn't find anyone to
play pool with for money.

She asked if I wanted to join her in a drink after she put the closed sign
on the door, but I told her I wasn't old enough. She told me that she
wouldn't tell if I didn't, with a huge smile, and went about her business
of making us two drinks and sitting next to me at the bar.

As we sipped our drinks, she went on to say that I was very pretty and she
envied me for being able to play the game of pool so well, while her
fingers accidentally touched mine, with my hand laying on the bar, and
softy stroked them with the gentleness of a feather.

I didn't know what was happening to me and the affect her touch had on me,
but I did know that I was really enjoying her touch, and deep down wanted
to stroke her fingers back, although I didn't know if I should, or if it
would be considered rude, so I didn't.

As we made what I thought was small talk, but apparently she had a purpose
as her finger softly caressed my hand, she said she had to go and pee and
asked me to join her so we could continue talking, so walking behind her to
the restroom I took the scenic route exploring her figure with my eyes.

She was in her early 20's, with a nice figure, and the prettiest long black
hair flowing down her back to her sexy ass cheeks, which for some reason
was getting me aroused, and I had no idea why, but it was.

As soon as we went through the first door to the restroom she stopped, took
my hand in hers, turned me around slightly, and said, "Pink.." after which
there was this long pause as if she was trying to make a decision about
something, then said, "you're so beautiful."

Then without notice of any kind, she drew me so close to her that you
couldn't put a slip of paper between us and kissed me right on the
lips. Going further she licked my lips with her hot tongue and slipped it
into my mouth, kissing me with such passion as I had never felt before and
I kissed her back.

Moments later she broke our kiss with a statement and a question.

"Pink I want to make love to you so very badly. Have you ever had any
relations with another female?", she said, and I of course said that I had
never been with another woman.

As I didn't say no about her having relations with me she lifted my top up
and off just leaving me in my bra, jeans and panties.

Taking her long fingernail she lightly ran it in a little circle around my
bra covered nipple, and instantly it came to life. Stiffening under her
touch.

Lowering her head she kissed and licked my front as far as my lacey bra
would allow and as she was licking she reached behind me and unhooked my
bra and took it off, leaving my 36C breasts uncovered for her gaze, before
sucking my breast into her mouth.

As she was nursing on my breast I could feel her tongue flicking my stiff
pink nipple, and her hands working on the button and zipper of my jeans.

I knew that in a few moments I would be standing there in front of this
woman completely naked, and for some reason it just felt right.

After she had divested me of all my clothes, I was amazed when she picked
me up and sat me on the counter in front of all the mirrors, parted my legs
and sat down on the chair in front of me, putting her hands on my thighs.

I knew it was now or never. I could either feel what it was like to have
sex with a woman, or I could call the whole thing off. I chose to find out.

While she was telling me how attractive my figure was she was playing with
my pink stiff nipples, rolling them between her fingers while kissing and
licking my tummy.

Pushing me back gently until I was resting against the mirror covered wall,
she parted my legs as far apart as I would allow, and kissed my fur covered
pussy so very gently.

The first kiss was like a spark of electricity going from my pussy to
someplace deep within me, and would be the spark that would ignite the
passion within me.

Kissing and licking my pussy lips, she would every so often pull them with
her teeth and let them spring back as if they were made out of elastic,
until she parted them with her fingers and licked my inner lips. It was
then that I became an active participant by combing my fingers though her
beautiful hair.

She had me put my feet up on the counter next to my butt and hold my ankles
as she licked my pussy and put a finger deep inside of me, fingering as she
licked.

This was all new to me and the hint of modesty that I had shown when we
started gave way to me moaning, "Yes...yes", when her tongue traveled from
my pussy slit back to the crack of my ass.

As she was lapping my ass like a hungry puppy she had slipped a second
finger in my hot and by now soaking wet pussy, and was finger fucking me
furiously.

With my moans getting louder every second she knew that I was getting close
to having a strong orgasm, and replaced her fingers that were in my pussy
with her tongue, starting to tongue fuck me, as I felt a finger entering my
hot little asshole, and fingering like mad.

It was amazing. My whole insides felt like they were coming out of my pussy
and all I could utter was "Ohhhhhhh", while the floodgates opened and the
lava flowed from deep within my soul.

After I had recovered long enough to speak I told her it was amazing and
perhaps the next time I could try doing that to her, while she nodded yes,
saying "I'd love it Pink".