Endgame.
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  by Jack L Potter


"So that's what this is all about.  You cheated on me."

"Cass, I didn't mean to.  You've got to understand--"

"I've got to understand, eh?"

 ***

"So tell me about your new love.  I hear she's no, uh, spring chicken."

"Yeah, Jean, she's a little older but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't
call her shit like that.  I get enough of that from the guys, you know."

"Oh, I'm sorry Bill, I didn't mean to hit a soft spot."  Jean said with a
smirk. 

"I'm serious, Jeanie."

The cafe was crowded and loud.  A couple walked by and Bill noticed that the
guy was staring at Jean's cleavage.  He couldn't blame the guy.  Bill'd had a
pretty heavy fascination with that same cleavage when he'd first been
introduced to her.  These days he didn't feel any rush to look, though.
Jean's entire wardrobe seemed to consist of revealing outfits and he'd seen
enough that he no longer felt the need to stare.  Besides, there was Cass these
days.  

"Okay, okay."  Jean said, adopting a more serious expression.  "Really, tell me
about her."

"I don't know what to say.  I mean, she's really great.  Absolutely unique.
And it's not as if she's all that old, either."

"Well, how old is she?"

"I'm not really sure.  She's a woman, you know.  She might be totally unique
but she still won't tell me how goddamn old she is."  Bill lapsed into a smile
for a moment before continuing.  "She doesn't act old.  Yeah, her hair is
graying but she's got a better figure than a lot of the girls our age.  She's
kind of eccentric, I guess, but not in an old way.  She's got this really
beautiful apartment but no antiques.  She doesn't really seem to have anything
that would date her.  She doesn't drink scotch or brandy or whatever it is that
old people drink.  She doesn't really seem to like any drink in particular, but
she always has imported beers that I like.  Heh, she claims she's in the beer
of the month club.  She doesn't own a TV, she likes to read or play cards or
play chess..."

 ***

"Checkmate!"

"Dammit.  Lets just forget this game, Cass.  I'd rather, ahem, mate."

"You have such a way with words, my boy.  Well, seeing as I won--yet again!--
I'll be dictating just what kind of mating we do, my young apprentice."

"Whatever you say, Cass."

"Mmm-kay, for starters you'll have to lose that dreadful attire."

"Hey, what's wrong with my attire?"

"You don't even have matching socks on, Bill.  You'd lose your head if it
wasn't attached, you know?"

"Uh, yeah.  Well, I dress well enough to have attracted you!"

"It's not your dress, Billy boy, that attracts me to you.  It's your undress.
So let's get naked already."  

 ***

"--Hey, Bill!  Yoo Hoo, earth to Bill?  Anybody home?"

"Huh, yeah, I must have zoned out.  What were we talking about?"

"You were telling me about your special lady friend.  She sounds old to me.  Do
you actually fuck?"

"Jean!  She's not old!  I mean, yeah, she is old.  But she's not old."

"Bill, look are you serious about her?"

"I don't know, it hasn't really been that long.  I really really like her,
though, Jean."

"You can't be serious.  She's got to be at least twice your age!  You don't
want to be with someone that old.  When you're in your prime she'll probably be
an invalid stoke victim."

"But--I know this sounds stupid--but she's really young at heart.  She's just
so classy, Jean."

"It doesn't matter if she's young at heart, she's physically old.  Do you want
to be tied down--or, God forbid, married to--someone who's in a wheel chair
when you reach your thirties?  Someone who needs sponge baths?  Some one who's
incontinent and needs you to change her diapers?  For christ's sakes, Bill, you
were in a rut before you met her.  We all know you hadn't been laid in forever.
You might think this is the best you can do, but it's not Bill.  I'm sure I 
could get you a nice hot piece of ass that's our fucking age.  I have friends, 
you know Bill, friends that are as hot as I am.  I could get you hooked up.  
Hell, I'd even fuck you myself if I wasn't dating Tommy."

"I don't need your help, you know.  If I wanted to fuck someone our age, I'd do
it.  I could--"

"--Yeah, yeah.  Then show up at Tommy's tonight at eight.  We're having a
little party.  I'd love to see you get some action."

 ***

"Now that you're naked we're going to play another game of chess.  This time,
though, you'll be a pawn and I'll be--well, can you guess what I'll be?"

"You'd have to be my queen, Cass."

"As always you are entirely sweet and correct.  I think this game's opening
move will be pawn's tongue to queen's pussy."

Cass lifted up the light flowing spring dress, and stood there with her white
cotton panties exposed.   Her legs were parted slightly and her thick lengthy
bush was exposed on either side of her pantied crotch.  Bill who had been
standing completely naked, his clothes lumped on the wood floor, eagerly
kneeled before her.  He rubbed his nose into her panties, smelling the mixture
of fabric softener and her arousal.  He pressed his tongue against her panties
tasting cotton and excitement.

"Pawn's hands move queen's panties aside."

Bill happily followed her command.  Still standing she spread her legs a bit
more allowing her pussy lips to separate.  Taking his cue, Bill lightly ran his
tongue up and down her slit.  

"Mmm, pawn stops teasing and gets his face right into queen's pussy."

With a smile, Cass put her hands on either side of Bill's head.  Her fingers
wound their way through his dark hair and she pulled his head towards her as
she thrust her pelvis forward.  She pressed his nose and lips against her sex
and gave a moan at the rough feeling of his stubbled cheeks against her cunt.

"Ahh, it's time for the endgame."  She said pushing his head away.  "Pawn's
cock to queen's pussy!"

 ***

"Hi, you've reached Bill Stevenson.  I'm unable to come to the phone at the
moment, so please leave a message."

"Billy, it's Tommy.  You better be on your way over to my party!  Alright, if
you're not, get your ass in gear and get over hear.  Peace."

 ***

Bill followed Cass over to the three steps that separate her kitchen and dining
room from her living room.  She stood up on one step so that she'd be his
height and kissed him passionately on the mouth.  His cock stood erect between
them, pressing against her belly.  Cass lifted her right leg up and hooked it
on the small of his back.  Now that her pussy was spread open Bill lowered
himself slightly and slid his cock slowly up into her.

 ***

"Hey, Bill, I wasn't sure you'd make it."

"Hey, Jean"

"I'd like you to meet my good friend Darlene.  Darlene, this is that guy I was
telling you about."

 ***

"Deeper, Bill, deeper."

Cass was clinging to him, nails gripping his back.  Her head was against his
chest and she coaxed him to press his advantage, to thrust ever deeper past her
defenses.  

 ***

"Bill, we need to talk.  Come in here."  

Jean led him through the throng of partiers to a back bedroom.  She must have
dug deep into her wardrobe of reveal-wear because she'd really out done herself
this time.  He drunkenly watched black leather crease across her ass until a
twinge of guilt hit him and he averted his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Sit down, Bill.  Do you know what Darlene told me?"

Bill just shook his head.

"She told me that you bored her with stories about your 'girlfriend' Cass!
What's wrong with you?  You know, Cass is getting older.  You'll probably break
her hip if you keep fucking her."  Jean started unbuttoning her tight blouse.

"Uh, Jean..."

"You're not that boring.  I introduced you to her because I knew she'd fuck
you.  Well, she'd have at least blown you.  Which would you rather have?  A
young hot girl like Darlene licking your lollipop or an old denture wearing
hag?"

"It's not like that--"  Jean's shirt hit the floor.  Unsurprisingly, she wasn't
wearing a bra.  

"Yeah, yeah, Bill.  Fuck!  Even if she doesn't have dentures now, it's not so
far into the fucking future!"  With just the right wiggling of her hips, she
sent her miniskirt sliding down her legs to the shag carpeted floor.
Unsurprisingly, that motion left her completely naked.  "Don't you like my
shaved pussy?  Isn't it so much nicer?  All pink and wet.  And young!"

"Jean, I don't know..."

"Shit, Bill, I'm only doing this because I really care about you.  You're a
very nice guy.  Too nice.  I can't stand to see you thinking you're in love.
That's bull shit.  She's just using you.  All you really need is the confidence
to know that you could have any girl out there in that party."  Jean
approached him.  Bill just stared, a deer caught in the headlights.   She
straddled him, putting her ample breasts and rock hard nipples just inches from
his face.  "You could even have me..."

His mouth open, Bill looked up at her.  Her blue eyes were fierce, intent.  He
couldn't return her gaze so he forced his eyes shut.  His heart was pounding in
such a way that his chest seemed to shake.  In his mind he kept repeating, I am
not going to do this.  I am not going to do this.  But gravity seemed to take
hold of his head, it pulled him forward and his mouth met hers.

 ***

"So who won?"

"I think we both did.  You're chess game is improving so rapidly that soon you
won't need to be apprenticed to me any longer."

 ***

In the way that alcohol makes people lose time, Bill didn't know how their kiss
could have begun with him completely clothed and ended with him completely
naked.  But it did.  Jean pushed his chest so that he flopped back onto the
bed.  Bill looked up in time to see her poised over him.  The head of his cock
positioned at her entrance.  The muscles in her thighs were tight holding her
above him.  The room seemed to spin slightly and he put his head back down on 
the bed as he felt her lower herself onto his member.

 ***

"You were drunk?  That's your excuse?"

 ***

"I bet she never rides you like this, Billy.  Old women can't."  Jean's
powerful thighs had her pistoning up and down on his cock.  

Bill reached up for her tits, clumsily squeezing them.

"You like those do you?"  Jean said as she lowered herself all the way onto
him.  She stretched forward so that her breasts were in his face.  He kissed
them.  To far into this to hold anything back, he pressed his cock up into her
and took her ass in his hands.  Now it was his turn to piston up into her.  Her
confident taunting was reduced to moans.  Soon she cried out as he spasmed into
her.  

With a sigh she collapsed onto him.  He fell asleep.  In his dreams Jean kept
telling him to dump the hag.  He awoke several hours later and took a taxi
home.

 ***

"You should have told me, Bill.  If you would have come to me and told me you 
were attracted to another girl we could have done something about it.  I've 
done the swinging thing before.  It doesn't always work out, but I would have 
been willing to swing with you if that was what you needed."

"But I don't want other girls, Cass, I only want you.  She didn't mean anything
to me.  I was drunk and stupid."

"Is it supposed to make me feel better knowing she didn't mean anything to you?
Of course she meant something to you.  People don't just fuck people they
aren't attracted to.  You should have fucking talked to me.  You know I'm 
open minded, you stupid shit."

"Cass, I'm sorry.  Cass?  Look at me please.  I think I love you.  I need you
to forgive me.  Cass?"

"..."

"Cass?"

"I think you're too young to really know what love means.  You'd best just
leave."

"Cass?  No, please."

"..."

 ***

The End.

copyright Jack L Potter 2001
