Author: i_am_the_atlas

pool game with bartender off-hours 2/2 (fictional second post to non-fiction first post)

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in the fictionalized version of the pool game ending, i would find a way to gently graze his erection while reaching for the cue. he would come up behind me and press it at my ass while i bent over to line up the shot. i would mess up the shot and he would get a chance to tighten the game, i would line up my crotch with the hole he was aiming at and adjust my bra with one hand while drawing a sightline with my hand, to the hole and then up off the table to my hole. with a wink he bends over, rapid jerking of the cue and just barely holding the aim, sends the ball flying toward the aimed path. I back up half a step, and respond to the cracking sound of making contact with a pelvic thrust backwards. Read more »

pool game with the bartender off-hours 1/2 (non-fiction, with fictional second post)

this time we agreed to meet at a place where we were both customers.

he got there first, beer in hand, legs braced against the barstool and counter in a position that was somewhere between awkward and relaxed.

‘best i can do is give you the information of what’s on special. no free drinks this time,’ he winked with these words of introduction.

arranged only hours previous, when we both ended up on the same elevator to the familiar fifth floor for a lunch before the labs we each taught. on the way back down i asked about a pool rematch – the only available day before the going away party was tonight. I had to cut tutoring short by an hour or two, but it was nothing that couldn’t be made up another day. this was important for my validation beyond academics. Just thinking about him choosing to reschedule his post-work evening for me had my heart racing. A temporary block of time for us to connect without the pressure of coworkers or table pals overseeing Read more »