Duffy and I kept meeting. I even stopped sleeping with other people. I mean I haven't actually had sex with somebody since we started our... thing. But I definitely still flirted, and was never afraid to get involved, let's just say. In public we kept the same public appearance, I acted indifferent towards her, and she attacked me with sarcasm, and witty retorts.
She was coming over today again. Once again I resorted to playing pool to pass the time. When she was finally here, I told her that I've been playing pool my whole life, and I was the best pool player in this state. She didn't believe. That is how I ended up lining up my shot with the winning ball two holes away.
"Your shot, Duffy." I leaned on my pool stick, a triumphant smirk on my face.
"You haven't won yet," She said, rolling her eyes.
"But I'm about to."
"Steady there," I whispered purposely brushing past her ear with my lips as I eased up behind her. My hands settled on her hips, and I mindlessly toyed with the hem of her shirt.
"Focus, Duffy. Are you focusing?"
She jerked away from me, and tried to thrust the pool stick into my stomach, seeing that move ahead of time I had no trouble dodging it. In the end she only succeed to knock the cue ball in the opposite direction and sending it in a corner pocket.
"Scratch," I announced with a chuckle.
"Damn it!" She whirled around to face me. "That shouldn't count!"
"But it does." I took the white ball out of the hole and placed it carefully at the end of the table. "All's fair in love and pool."
"War," She corrected.
"Same thing." I eased the stick back, staring straight ahead, before shooting it forward again.
Less than a second later, the eight ball sailed into a pocket. The winning shot.
"Asshole," She hissed.
"Don't be a sore loser," i said, leaning my stick against the wall. "What did you really expect? I'm obviously amazing at everything." I grinned. "But, hey, you can't hold it against me, right? We can't help the way God makes us."
"You're an arrogant cheater." She tossed her pool stick aside, letting it clatter to the floor a few feet away. "Sore winners are way worse than sore losers, you know. And you only won because you kept messing me up! You couldn't keep your fucking hands to yourself long enough for me to make a decent shot! That's just low. And for another thing—"
Not letting her finish, I lifted her up onto the pool table. My hands moved to her shoulders and eased her back onto the table. Smirking, I shifted too so I was also on the pool table, leaning over her face, with only inches from each other.
"On the pool table?" She said, narrowing her eyes at me. "Seriously?"
"I can't resist," i said. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're pissed at me, Duffy." The truth in that statement was larger than I thought it would be.
We started kissing, my fingers already locating the buttons and zippers of her clothing, and we became a tangle of lips and hands and knees, and everything was completely pushed out of my head. For the moment, at least.
That was pretty great. I loved hanging out with Bianca. She always stood up for herself, and she never let me get away with anything. It was awesome. I felt free around her, and that's not something I had felt in a while. I mean sure it probably wasn't great to be like this but it worked, and really that's all that matters. It works for us, and that's what we really need. Plus, I was getting awesome sex too. The best of both worlds!
But serious Wesley here, Bianca was nice and she was making me better. I didn't just think about sex now, I actually cared about other things. I finally had a friend who I understood because they were just like me. Even if I'm not to sure she's on the whole friend thing yet. I think she might still hate me which sort of sucks, but it's ok. She'll like me at one point.
I hope.