“I suck at breaking,” I say. “I can never really break them all up.”

“There’s a trick to it,” Lucas says, walking behind me.

Mason’s sitting near the ledge, drinking his beer. I totally caught all of their dirty remarks, but I don’t care. I came out for a night of fun, and there’s no harm in some playful flirting—especially if it’s dirty. Besides, he’s cute.

They’re both cute, actually. For a minute, I thought maybe they were brothers, but after I came over to the pool table, I can see that they’re not.

Lucas is about 5’10” with evergreen eyes and a somewhat pointy chin. His light brown hair is short and spiky, and a little thin, but he’s not going bald. It’s just thin.

Mason’s probably 6’1” with pure hazel eyes, and his face is more square, but he’s very handsome. He’s somewhat more masculine than Lucas, but like I said, they’re both equally attractive. His dark brown hair is almost black, and it could use a trim, but I like the messy look.

“Here,” Lucas says, putting his crotch against my butt as he forces our bodies to lean over the pool table. His solid chest is pressed against my back as he wraps his arms around mine and covers my hands with his, and I’m almost embarrassed to say that I can feel my panties getting a little wet. “When you break,” he begins. “You have to aim the cue ball just right, and when you go to strike it,” he cups his hand around my arm. “You have to hit it with just enough force.”

Pulling my arm back and forth in a slow rhythmic motion, I can’t help but think that this is precisely how he likes to be jacked off. Seductively, he places his mouth right next to my ear when he says, “And then you just hit it,” his breath moves my hair, tickling my neck.

For the first time ever, I had a clean break, but I didn’t sink any balls; though I have a feeling he’d like to sink something right into me as close as we’re pressed together. I frown knowing that I didn’t do well, but they were right, this is fun.

We just started, and I’m already having a great time with these two. Maybe it’s the flirting, perhaps it's the way these two behave when they’re together, but they’re both so fucking hot. When I turn around, Mason’s staring at my ass and doesn’t even try to hide it.

“My turn,” he says, getting off the barstool.

I sit in his seat and sip my cosmopolitan as I watch him. Lining up his shot, I watch the muscles in his arms flex with every tiny movement he makes. It’s hotter than hell, and when he takes his shot, he sinks two balls at once—both solids.

“Now that’s how you want to start off,” he teases. “Come here, I’ll give you some pointers. I’m much better than Lucas.”

I bet he is, in more ways than one. Maybe I’m more attracted to him because he came over and talked to me first, or maybe it’s because he’s the taller of the two, but I’d definitely say that I like him more than Lucas; although, they’re both very hot.

Getting out of my seat, I walk over to him where he’s waiting for me with a handsome smile on his face. He has a small dimple that I hadn’t seen before, and I love it on him. It’s very suiting for him.

“Here, take the stick,” he says with a slight laughter catching in his throat.

“Very clever,” I say.

Doing as he says, I take the pool stick from him, and he wraps himself around my body like a glove, holding me tight as the two of us stretch over the table just as I had with Lucas. My panties are still slightly wet, but with Mason’s skin pressed against mine, my nipples begin to tingle.

Taking our shot, I completely miss. The white cue ball slowly spins and bounces into a few balls, but I don’t sink anything. Shaking my head over the pool table, Mason sweeps my hair back from my face and whispers, “It’s okay. Next time, I’ll make sure it goes in.”

His warm breath tickles against my skin, and I break out in goosebumps. For a second, I can envision him pushing me over the edge of the pool table, fucking my brains out right here in the middle of the bar. I get the feeling that his friend, Lucas, would probably join in on it, too. Of course, I’m purely basing this on the fact that they’re both flirting and coming on to me, yet neither one of them seems bothered or jealous by it.

After a few more drinks and a couple more games of pool, we’re all pretty buzzed and having a blast. The three of us have been laughing and touching and drinking for more than a few hours, and being around these two makes me feel sexier than ever. They both make me feel very….wanted.

The bartender yells, “Last call!”

I’m a bit sad that the night’s coming to an end, but I guess all things have to at some point.

“Hey, Penny,” Mason says. “How would you like to take this party and make it a little more….private.”

I look at Lucas to gauge his reaction, and he’s all smiles. “Yeah, come home with us,” Lucas says.

“Come home with you?” I ask.

That sounds much different than what Mason just said, but I have a feeling they know something that I don’t.

“I have a place,” Mason begins. “It’s not much, just a small two bedroom house, but we can all go there to hang out.”

“Do you two live together?” I ask.

It’s a legitimate question. They seem like best friends, and I could see them sharing a place. Mason laughs and puts his arm around me.

“Something like that. So, are you in?”

Both of them are eying me, and even though I should probably say no, I nod and say yes before I can stop myself.

“Good, let’s get out of here,” Lucas says. “You can just follow us.”

We walk outside where it’s still very warm despite it being almost 1 AM. The summer heat has been awful, and I can’t wait for fall to finally get here. This might be the hottest August St. Louis has seen in a long while.

Lucas and Mason climb into a white pick-up truck that reads ‘Hunt Construction’ on the side. Climbing into my black Toyota Camry, I buckle up and check my makeup in the mirror as they start their engine before we head back to Mason’s place.

We’ve spent the last few hours together having a lot of fun, but I have a feeling things are about to become more interesting.