Between books and cups 01 - The bet

Never say never. I never will. I was always looking for new sensations, new tastes, new smells, new places. Studying, living and interning in another city is transcendent, the freedom to be able to do something is already overwhelming. Perhaps the biggest difference is the medium: moving from a small town in the countryside to the capital was a challenge, all new! And I love that, discovering things. It's one of those discoveries I want to tell. On a blessed Friday of an entire week of turmoil and stress, I go to my third-semester psychology final class, and the routine is the same, running and bustling, with the bus and the crowded subway, a swallowed snack and a random blouse put in the uniform's place, in the bathroom next to the door of F-Block, where I also brush my teeth and brush my lip gloss. It was my favorite class of the week. Professor Beto was a madman, fond of psychology, passionate about people, a lover of life. He had so much love for what he did that everyone fell in love with it too. So much so that he taught on the day that everyone wanted to hang up the class, but it was always a crowded room that he found. On my way to the classroom, I find some girls at the door, including Angelica. Hey there! Hey, Luisa, Beton is not coming. Yeah, I was counting his class as the beginning. <unk> Why? <unk> He says he had to visit his family. Let's go to Barbara, shall we? <unk> She asked me with a face like a cat in boots. Barbara owned the bar on the corner of Block C. She was... very barbaric, natural blonde, delicate hands, in her forties, with a tattoo on the side of her left shoulder and a captivating greenish look... I don't know how many times Angelica has described her like that. Not that I don't agree, but she blatantly hits on her, that she's blatantly polite and nothing more. I agree with everything and a little more, but I say nothing, I keep to myself. I know that the sand is premium and I have a simple stroller. We always go there for something to eat or to have a conversation, Angelica always brings up the subject, praises something from the bar, asks about some nonsense... and I watch. <unk> Another time? Of course, the service there is better than at Brutus' Bar. <unk> Attendance? Of course, with a beautiful blonde, it's not for anyone! Okay, here we go. Ten minutes later, we were walking into the bar and heading for the counter, because the best tables were occupied, as if the woman who was washing glasses in the sink in front of the high stools didn't interfere with the choice in any way. "Hi, Barbara! Are you all right?" Angelica asked with a smile before she sat down. <unk> Hey, girls, all right, how are you? The weekend started early, the teacher missed. "What a pity. Isn't that the one you like?" she asks, staring at me. In these monologues between Angelica-questioner and Barbara-bar-lady-polite I ended up participating sometimes and in one of them she had asked me about something from her favorite class. Anyway, I didn't even remember exactly, I just remembered that I commented that I liked Beto very much and the way she also remembered. It is. Well, at least you got people to come through here, didn't you, because otherwise you wouldn't have time. One of them. <unk> I see. <unk> she responds by placing the last glass in the hallway <unk> what will you have? Angelica never changed her request, as she talked to Barbara, looking for something she hadn't asked for yet, new tastes. <unk> Today I recommend pineapple with strawberry Louise. <unk> Barbara noticed me looking at the juices. So that juice and... snack number eight. Angelica said smiling from ear to ear and I just... gave a yellow smile. So she went into the kitchen and Angelica drooling. What a beautiful ass. I rolled my eyes, and even though I thought the comment was unnecessary, I agreed with her. I touched her elbow. She turns around with a silly look. Hey there! Less, is it? Less what? I pretend to wipe a drool on the corner of her mouth, she takes my hand running. Because she's not polite to everyone, you understand? I was hoping for a sequel. She smiles when she sees us in a different way, I've noticed that, and she even knows what I'm asking. The waiter brings our order and we have a little chat, then Angelica has to leave, an uncle comes by for them to go to a cousin's birthday party. <unk> Judgment, friend <unk> she kisses my face <unk> takes care of Barbara for me. I'll just pay the bill and get an Uber. It's all right, kiss the cat. She leaves and I look for my cell phone in the bag. It's off. Battery's a deal. I was putting off buying a new one and I'm realizing I can't wait any longer. I'm looking for my portable charger in my bag. <unk> Lost there? <unk> I see Barbara staring at me, leaning against the counter. <unk> I don't... but <unk> I look a little further <unk> it looks like my charger is there. <unk> Let me see <unk> she touches my hand, wanting to see my phone <unk> it's the same brand as mine, but it's in the office there, in the back, come here, I'll lend you. Um, thank you. She turns around on the counter, lifting the lid so that I can go through and enter the bar, and I follow her through the kitchen, a corridor with the sides full of beer boxes and drinks and food, to a door at the end of the corridor, which she opens and shows a small office with a desk with a notebook and two shelves, and I notice that there's a two-seater sofa as well, all very simple and organized, and the smell is good there, too, but I can't identify what it is. She turns around and opens the drawers. <unk> She doesn't notice the mess, this week has been tense... <unk> She closes the first drawer and opens the second <unk> Here. There's just one problem. <unk> She looks at me unwinding the wire <unk> The socket that you could use in the front is bad contact, it's better to leave here a bit. <unk> Ah... all right, if it doesn't bother you. <unk> Magina <unk> she opens a smile... beautiful! <unk> No problem. I have to answer that Angela missed today, why don't we talk at the counter? Then we'll come and get it. Yes, thank you. I hand my phone to her, which she puts on the charger and leaves on the table next to the laptop. We can hear the gust of wind, a sign of heavy rain. She turns around while I wait at the door. As soon as she turns off the light, a thunderclap makes an absurdly loud noise and I end up backing up and slamming my body into her, who holds me by the waist. <unk> Hey <unk> I feel like she didn't let go and stood up to me <unk> all right? <unk> Sorry! Thunder always scares me <unk> I wouldn't tell the darkest rain combo fear I've felt since I was little <unk> Sorry. <unk> There's no problem <unk> she realizes that she keeps holding me and lets me go <unk> all right? Yeah, I just really freaked out. I felt a little shaky. She looks at me and takes a deep breath. We'll go there and then we'll come back. One of them. We go back and I go back to the chair where I was sitting, I order another juice while I realize that the rain is falling hard, I see the bar empty in a matter of minutes, both for the time, very close to closing, and from the rain, I watch an interesting story on TV for a few minutes, and when it's over, it's just her and me in the bar, because I see her closing the front door and smiling. That's it for today. I got in your way, didn't I? <unk> Imagine, they think that the owner is the one who works less and it is just the opposite <unk> she talks while taking a bottle and two small glasses and comes back, sitting in the chair next to mine <unk> she accompanies me? She holds up the bottle and I read "Tennessee Fire". I... I'm too weak to drink. I think you should try it... especially since I don't have any other juice you haven't tried. It's all right. I take the small glass and smell, smelling its cinnamon scent. I take a deep breath and turn. I end up making an ugly face, it's not just the smell that is strong. <unk> You always surprising <unk> she says smiling <unk> good? It's strong. You know most of the menu, but I still don't know if you liked anything. He explained that I like to try new things and the chatter flows, and I don't know how much time has passed while we've been talking about drinks and dishes and movies and music, and we're on the third glass when I move on the bench and I look at the pool table next to us. Do you play? What about me? <unk> What do you mean, no? <unk> She looks at me <unk> Do you have to leave soon? I didn't have to make up an excuse to leave, I was fine there. No, my last appointment was college and the next one's tomorrow after lunch. <unk> Humm <unk> she stands up and extends her hand <unk> come, I'll teach you. Oh, you don't have to worry. No, Luisa, it's a matter of honour and a new experience, isn't it? I turned over the rest of the contents of the glass and picked it up. Okay, here we go. I walked over to the table while she triangulated the balls, and I felt a crack inside of me when I could see the beginning of the decoction, and the sight warmed me, and I took a deep breath trying to forget, and I turned around to get the clubs. I look up, looking at the different sizes of clubs, and I feel her body behind me, and her arm reaching up and scraping into mine, grabbing one of them. <unk> Use that <unk> she gives it to me and then gets another one just like it. She starts explaining the rules, and I don't pay all the attention that I should, and the sight of the cleavage and her body on mine next to the booze... She hits the white ball hard, separating all the others and then calls me. Get in here. I walk up to her, and she's standing next to me, showing me how to hold the bat and how to position my hand on the table, and she comes up behind me, her left hand on my waist and her right hand on mine on the bat. I completely forget about the game. You hold it like this, you understand? <unk> One <unk> practically groans hearing her whisper and feeling her body like this. Maybe the booze had blown my mind because I could feel her body behind mine, like she was squeezing me, and I had the wonderful feeling of her breasts pressing against my back and the warmth of her hips on my ass, and I wasn't ready for that. Do that. I take a deep breath, and it's obvious that the first shot is a fiasco, and playing with the urge to rub myself on my "instructor" didn't make it any better. It's just practice, she smiles, and I see... a dirty look, challenging me? I like a challenge. <unk> Yes, just practice <unk> I look back. Her shots are stupid, even for me who don't play, she doesn't throw any balls, and fuck, she owns a bar, right? Fuck it, because when it's my turn, she comes and helps me... now holds my hand, corrects some position... we already know it's a game and how to stop... I feel the drink warm me up and make me forget everything... everything except the table... and her. I don't want her to stop so soon, so I take as much time as I can with each shot, and I pretend to be concentrating just so I can feel her body next to mine for longer, and there have been plenty of times where I've moved just to shove my ass against her, but I hope she took advantage. Sometime later, we ended the round with three moves in a row from her, killing what was on the table. So, did you learn? Oh, yeah. Another round? Uh, yeah. What do you want to bet? I look in the back of your eyes. But before you ask me, yes, it was the booze talking and me getting carried away. Clothes? Afraid of losing? She laughs. You really think you can beat me? I have beginner's luck. I want to see how long your luck lasts. She arranges the balls and picks up the bat, pointing to the table. Do I start or do you start? You may begin. Are you sure? Oh, yeah. She starts, and the next thing you know, a ball drops. A ball. I take off my jacket looking into her eyes and I grab the bat. By some miracle, I drop a ball, too, so she looks at me and takes the race without blinking. I don't know what the trigger was, all I know is I feel hot and all I want to do is boil. She takes another sip from the glass I didn't even realize was there and looks at me with a face... delicious. Shall we raise the stakes? Did I mention I love playing with fire? <unk> Increase? Choose the ball you want me to knock down, and if I can, I'll take your clothes off. I watched the game and tried to reason through every possible angle to find the most difficult one among the paired balls. <unk> Ball 10... <unk> was looking at the table <unk> in that corner there. What if I'm right? I opened my arms like I was giving up. You take what you want. As I please? I jumped. As you wish. <unk> Hmm, let me focus then. She pulls the glass from the edge of the table and puts it on the counter next to her, takes a deep breath facing the table and comes very close to me, resting her hand on my waist. Could you excuse us, please? I will. Yes, of course. I see her bending down to get her gaze at the same angle as the table, and I just brake, and I watch her aim, and the white ball gently hits three spots, and drops the ten-ball, and I'm on her side, and I'm looking, and I'm amazed. You were hiding the game, weren't you? <unk> Hiding? <unk> She smiles as she picks up her glass and drinks. Yeah, I thought you were a good player, but not that good. There's still time to call it off. No, not at all. She comes feline and in front of me, inches away to the point of feeling her warm breath on me. What piece and how I want, right? That's it. I can feel her hands on my waist, she won't stop staring at me when she puts me from side to side. Are you sure? I only agree with my head. Her hands go behind my knees, push me up and I see myself with my legs open sitting at the table with her in the middle. <unk> Okay, let's take it off then. She looks at me and focuses on the button of her blouse near her neck with an absurd concentration, and I feel her fingers on the side of my body as she pulls down the zipper, and I sigh, containing a groan, and she understands. You all right? I only agree with my head. Her hands don't hold the fabric so that it leaves my body, on the contrary, she walks on my skin and the clothes move away as a consequence. <unk> Umm, you have too soft skin. I can't say anything, I just sigh when I feel your touch. Her fingers run across my lips, and she looks at me with that fucking look of desire. Is your mouth too? <unk> Why don't you try and talk to me? <unk> I answered without blinking. <unk> Humm... <unk> Fuck, she moans hot, now not looking at me, but with her mouth too close to my neck... too close. <unk> No. Is she crazy or what? No, not at all. I lean back looking into his eyes, I wanted to understand his refusal. <unk> Girl, if you knew how much I want to please you... you wouldn't walk away like that. <unk> She's still between my legs, her hands are on the sides of my body, spread on the table, holding me. As if I want to leave. <unk> I have to go slowly and if I kiss you I'll lose control. <unk> Control? <unk> It is a question. Yeah, it's not today I want to kiss you. One thing went through my head, a lot, every time she personally served juice, Angelica trying and failing... was that it? Fuck you! I'm sorry, saying that to me... was too much. The way she was leaning back, I pushed myself forward, getting inches away from her. I wanted her lips, her tongue, her body, everything. And much more. I grabbed his thin waist closer. I kissed you, I kissed you, I kissed you. And I kissed more, until I needed some air. <unk> You were right <unk> she tells me and I don't understand. Fuck you! I stopped hugging her to wrap her around my legs, I needed my hands to release my bra, as she was doing the same to me, now I could feel her body better, with her warmth and soft breasts glued to mine, with the rubbing of our tongues, we exchanged muffled groans in an exciting symphony, she scratched my back as I pressed her against me. Barbara's tongue invaded my mouth in such a way that I felt all her repressed desire. I can't believe I was stupid, staying all this time without tasting this delight. I felt devoured by her kiss and as we looked back, she looked like a hungry lioness. She pushed me to the center of the table and half without realizing I threatened to crawl to the center of the table, but in seconds she had already climbed and caught me from behind. My thighs were grabbed and pulled against her, she leaned over my body. I tried to look back, but I could only hear her breathing as she bit and kissed my shoulders. Now that I've come this far, I won't let you escape. She was challenging me again, and I couldn't let that go unanswered, and the booze and my body did it for me when I rolled over on all fours, rubbing my ass against her hip, and I could be the prey, but I was hungry, too. I could feel a little more of her appetite for brutality with the way she tore my pants off. I gave a little help with a hip swing, leaving my body exposed to her. The slap on the ass was expected and I didn't even disguise the smile of someone who loves to feel someone else's desire with a pinch of aggression. What surprised me was the bite. Both hands squeezed my ass and the teeth almost tore a piece of me off. It's the first time I've felt this way. There were other bites after that, and kisses, licks. I didn't even know that my butt was all that... OK, I know I'm hot, but I never imagined an older woman tasting me like that. I had gotten used to her intense caresses and was enjoying even the bites. I was handing my butt to her with my eyes closed when my whole body shivered. A soft, wet, intimate touch made my body almost leap forward, but it was held in place by Barbara's firm footprint. That place, so sensitive, received a gentle caress and my body reacted disproportionately. A Greek kiss. Barbara never ceased to amaze me. I've been wanting to do this with you ever since you rubbed me in the game. Naked, on all fours, with her legs open and Barbara's face tucked up in my ass. Her tongue ran across my folds so gently that my body reacted on its own, stepping up my hip to give it better access. She had a gift with that tongue that made me groan desperately. I imagined I was at the height of pleasure, then Barbara surprised me once again by penetrating me with two fingers. I was so wet that the fingers went in easily and one went back and forth without Barbara taking her tongue out of my ass. When the fingers came out of me and went to my clitoris, I screamed. My arms lost their strength and I leaned with my face on the table. Weeping desperately with orgasm and insisting on Barbara kissing my little butt. I think I overreacted. There's nothing left of you. I was trying to pull myself together while listening to this taunt. She was right, because I didn't remember how strong an orgasm I had. I didn't win the day there, I won the week, maybe the month. Only that sentence together with that malicious smile sounded to me like another challenge. You've already noticed that I don't refuse a challenge. Well, neither does she. With all the strength I had left, I walked over to her, and I kissed that woman all over, and I ripped off the rest of her clothes, just like she did to me, and I returned everything, the slaps on the ass, the bites, even the kiss on the ass that she won, even though I didn't have the talent of her tongue, and I wanted to return the favor with leftovers, and I couldn't just play her game. I had my strength back, and I turned her on her back to me, almost lying on her stomach, and I put my legs between hers, and I could feel the soft skin of that kiss touching mine. Barbara was very wet, and so was I. Skin-to-skin is delicious, and our bodies worked almost automatically. I had a privileged view of that beautiful ass, and I put my hand behind it. She looked back, laughing softly, but I made her look forward as I pulled her hair. It was my turn to dominate. My clitoris was deliciously hard as it slid against her soft skin. Holding Barbara by the hair, I rubbed myself harder on her, stirring my hip as hard as I could. Suddenly, I was the hungry beast, who wouldn't stop until I pulled an orgasm out of that woman's delight. I mediated her hard-on by moaning more and more uncontrollably, and the feeling was reaching its peak. I forced a more pleasurable squeeze to mock her. Barbara had a sweet moan despite the intensity of her orgasm. She squeezed the edge of the table firmly while I squeezed her body with my legs, for she was also shaking uncontrollably. With Barbara exhausted, I crawled on top of her and we lay on our side, and quietly we talked and joked about the fact that the patrons of the bar would never have imagined the crazy things that were done at that pool table, and in fact, neither of us would have imagined that in our fantasies.