Soren's Obsession

Chapter Four

Alana watched me intently as I racked the balls. She had no idea what she was up against. I only saw her shoot a few times, and she was good, don’t get me wrong, but this was my game. No one was about to beat me at my own game. I knew better than to get too cocky. I learned that lesson when Joel challenged Eve and lost. Even though Joel wasn’t as good at pool as I was, it was better to be safe than sorry.

I would have to be careful here. Every single move I made had to be calculated and methodical. Alana’s outfit would prove to be a challenge. If I didn’t see it before, I definitely saw it now. No one looked better than her. Everyone in this pool hall could see the same thing that I could. Though there weren’t many, every woman in this place was jealous as hell of her. I did have to say that Alana did look a little out of place. One look at Alana, and I could see that she was a little high maintenance, but that was fine. You didn’t have to care about the thing she liked if you only ever planned to just sleep with them anyway. Oh, who was I kidding? This was all in my head, not aloud for anyone else to hear or to know. Alana was more than of a woman than I was used to sleeping with. I wanted more with her. Didn’t I? Isn’t that what I was feeling?

“Are you just going to stand there all day and stare at me, or are we going to get this game started already?”

I let a smile break through before putting my head to the floor, hoping that she didn’t see. Picking up the cue ball, I slid it across the table to her. “Ladies first.”

She lined the cue ball up and took the first shot, the break, as it was referred to around here. Her first move, and she made one striped ball into the center-right pocket. I observed as she moved around the table slowly on purpose. She came right up next to me, bending over the table to take her next shot. If that skirt were half of an inch shorter, I would be able to see whatever it was that she had underneath. That wasn’t what bothered me. What did bother me was that if I could see it, so could every other guy in this place. I’ve never been much for jealousy, but the little critter was pestering me when it came to Alana.

“Damnit,” she muttered as she missed her shot. To be fair, the ball she went for was the last one that I would have ever gone for in its position. She was ballsy. I liked that in a woman.

Reluctantly, I moved away from her across the table to where the cue ball was. I sunk three balls one after another into their pockets with ease. Alana was staring at me with a slightly open mouth when I looked up. There it is. That was the reaction that I was hoping to get from her. Those lips…. f**k what I would do with those lips.

As I bent over for my next shot, Alana walked over to me. “You are good. I knew you would be, but I didn’t think you would be this good.”

She maneuvered between me and the pool table. Her ass grazed me, causing me to feel like I had died and been brought back to life. Even though I knew what she was doing, I didn’t want her to stop. Right now, I could care less about losing this f*****g game. I just wanted her to do that again.

“What? Am I distracting you, Soren?”

I cleared my throat. “Um, no.” The shakiness in my voice gave me away as she smirked at me. “Wait a minute. How do you know my name?”

She shrugged. “The bartender may have mentioned your name. By the description that she gave, I assumed it was you.”

As I went in to try for my shot again, she moved between me and the table again. This time, I wouldn’t let her off so easily. I grabbed her hair lightly, making sure not to be so rough with her, and bent her over the table with her ass grinding against my hard d**k.

“If you keep doing that, we will never finish this f*****g game.” I trailed the tips of my fingers up the inside of her thigh, making her shiver. She could deny me all she wanted, but her body told me a different story. Just as I grazed my fingers over her wet panties, she pushed me away.

“No touching,” she said, smacking my hand away. “Take your shot already.”

I nodded, giving her enough room to slip out of the way. When I bent over the table, I couldn’t see the balls. The only thing that I could focus on was how wet she was. I took my shot and missed.

“f**k!” I groaned.

Alana giggled, walking around the table to the cue ball. I stayed rooted, watching as she knocked four of her balls into the pockets. s**t. I was never going to win if she kept this up. I needed to get my head in the game. If I won this game against her, I could earn some serious points. She may even let me see her again.

Toward the end of the game, it came down to only the eight ball. No other balls were on the table, and it was Alana’s turn. She has distracted me this entire game on purpose. I would admit that I was upset about it, but I was okay with losing for once. I actually got to touch her tonight, which was more than I could say for last night.

She wall all in completely focused. Not once did she even look in my direction, so there wasn’t a whole lot of opportunity to distract her. I mean, I could pull out my d**k and start stroking it in front of her, but I was trying to earn her respect here, not have her running away.

“Back right corner pocket,” she said, lining up her shot.

When she released the stick, it made contact with the ball, sinking it into the back right corner pocket, as she called it. She jumped up and down with excitement while all the men crowded around groaned just like I was.

Alana walked around the table to me and smiled. “Tough luck, Soren. You know, we can’t all be pool sharks.”

“Is that right? It would have been an easy win if I weren’t so distracted,” I admitted while looking her up and down.

“I know,” she laughed. “Why do you think that I wore this ridiculous outfit? Now pay up.” She held her palm out to me, and I placed a hundred there. It was the best damn hundred dollars that I ever bet with.

She started to walk off when she took the money, but I jumped in front of her, blocking her way. “Do you maybe want to go out with me sometime?” It was the first time I’d ever asked that to a woman before.

She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Not a chance in hell. If I didn’t make it clear to you last night, I don’t date guys with a one-track mind. The only reason that I let you touch me out there tonight was to keep you distracted to work in my favor.”

“So, you would just let any guy touch your p***y as long as you get paid then, is that right?”

“f**k you!” She hit me in the chest and bolted out the door.

Damnit! That didn’t come out in the way it sounded in my head. I wasn’t trying to offend her or anything. It was a serious question.

Like a madman, I ran outside after her. “Hey, wait!” I managed to catch up to her, walking alongside her. “I didn’t mean it like that. It was an honest question.”

“If you must know, you are the first man to touch in me in quite a while. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice, but I’m not interested in having a s****l partnership. I want someone that wants something serious.” Alana looked me up and down. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy that fits that description. Look, it was fun, but you are simply not my type. Thanks for the game, but I’m going home now. Maybe I will see you again, or maybe I won’t.”

I let her get ahead of me with one purpose in mind. This thought shouldn’t even be crossing my mind, but I just wanted to know if she was close by. I’m a creep. I’ve turned into a f*****g stalker overnight! Even as I was trying to justify my actions, it was wrong of me to do, but I followed her anyway. I made sure to keep enough distance behind her so that she wouldn't suspect that I was close behind her.

We walked for about ten minutes until I saw her head toward a townhouse lined down a street that wasn’t that busy with foot traffic. This was the quietest part of L.A. that I think I’ve ever seen since living here.

Alana pulled out her keys, opening the door. I gravitated closer and watched her for a second through the living room window. I shouldn’t be here. This was wrong. I went to turn around and leave, but she slipped out of the skirt she was wearing as I did. My mouth dropped open. I looked to my left then to my right, but no one seemed to be around to notice my creeper moment. I followed along the townhouse, as she lived in the last one, so this one had more windows than the others. I peeked through another window, seeing her discard the pure white thong that she was wearing.

“Oh, I’m so going to hell after this,” I whispered to myself.

As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. Her ass was so round and perfect. When she unzipped her shirt and took it off, her breasts spilled out, and I nearly fell over from how perfect she was. My d**k began to grow uncomfortably hard in my pants, but I ignored it. Just another second, and I would leave. I was okay with this being the last thing I remembered of her in case I never saw her again.

Alana walked over to a dresser, pulling something from the top drawer. She laid down on her bed, spreading her legs, and I instantly knew what she had. Holy f**k! She was about to pleasure herself. Part of me wanted to take credit for it because I was a cocky son of a b***h sometimes, but I decided not to dwell on it too much.

I heard her sweet moan as she pushed the vibrator inside herself. Any reason of right and wrong went right out the window. I sat there and watched her pleasure herself, wishing that it was me doing that to her. I have never wanted something so much in my entire life.

By the time I realized it, drool was slipping out of my mouth, falling down onto my shirt. About that time, Alana sat up on her knees and plunged the vibrator deeper inside. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, slipping my hand around my d**k. I knew that she didn’t want me in the same way I wanted her, but I could have this. I might not be able to touch her, but I could pretend that I was right now.

“f**k!” I groaned, watching her body shake as she grew closer to her release.

Alana instantly looked toward where I was, but I ducked just in time. I heard her walk over to the window, but I had moved around the corner before she could see me. I had no f*****g idea that the window was slightly cracked, which made sense as to why I could hear her.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Nate, if that’s you, I’m going to kick your ass!”

Who the hell was Nate?

I heard her moan again, and I peeked around the corner to see her slip back inside. When I looked through the window again, she was biting down on her pillow as she rode out the high of her perfect orgasm. The second that her eyes shot to the window, I found my own release, moving just in time to not get it all over myself.

I knew that she couldn’t see me from where I was standing, but it was like she was looking right at me, making me have an orgasm so good that I nearly passed out right then and there. I wanted to be that f*****g vibrator so bad, but this was second best.

Against my mind telling me not to leave, I knew I had to get out of here before someone saw what I was doing and called the cops. The last thing that I needed was another hit on my record.

On the walk back to my place, I tried to get her out of my mind. I’ve never had a woman that had me interested enough to follow her home like that. Well, I’ve never really been rejected like the way she rejected me either. I was curious about her, and now that I’ve seen her naked and what she sounds like when she’s getting off, I wanted her more than before.

I smacked myself in the forehead with my palm. “Get her out of your damn mind, Soren! She isn’t interested and will never be interested.”

Even though I said it aloud to myself, I didn’t want to believe it. It was true, and I knew I needed to stop thinking about her, but I couldn’t. Alana was there in the back of my mind regardless of what I did, pushing me to do things I had never done before. If she could do all of this without ever showing me the light of day, I wondered what would happen if she actually gave me a shot.