Bowling

Bowling is the worst.

Let me elaborate. I don't think professional bowling is stupid. I don't even think it's 'the worst' to be in a league, whether you're good or not. However, when my friends want to go bowling, it is the worst. Once in a while, they come up with the idea to go bowling. What they don't take into account, though, is that none of us actually like bowling. "We haven't gone bowling in so long," they always say. But there's a reason for that. We end up getting to the alley and enjoying the first few frames, because it's something 'different.' By the second half of the first game, everyone's just trying to bowl as quickly as possible so they can return to their seats with everyone else, where their beers and wings are waiting.

"It's like, why don't we just go to a bar and not have to put our feet into stinky shoes?" I rhetorically asked Justin as I curled my hair in his bathroom, concluding my rant.

"Wow, you are passionately against bowling, huh?" he jokingly asked from the other room as I heard the spritz of his cologne bottle. 

"It's just... pointless," I said as he walked into the bathroom. The bowling alley wasn't particularly nice, but Justin looked good in his maroon polo and dark jeans. I never curl my hair, but I wanted to look nice for Darlene's birthday, even if it was at a crappy bowling alley. I figured I could also get a new profile picture out of the deal. (Don't act like you've never thought that!)

"Well, I'm a really good bowler," Justin said, leaning against the doorway as I finished up the last few curls.

"Are you?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yup!"

"Well, so is Billy. I guess you guys can be on opposite teams so everything evens out." Billy was one of my high school friends who would be there. Darlene reserved two lanes for us, since we had about ten people. I thanked my lucky stars that Moose was busy that night. I didn't mind seeing him, but I was so not ready for him and Justin to meet.

"I'm better than Billy," Justin confidently replied.

I laughed. "How can you possibly know that?"

"I just do," he said moving past me to brush his teeth. "Want to make a little wager on it?"

I turned off the curling iron and looked at him. "What kind of wager?"

He gave me mischievous eyes as he silently brushed his teeth.

"If Billy scores a higher average score than me, I'll take you to that wine bar you've been badgering me about."

My eyes widened. There was this cute little wine bar, that looked like it had amazing desserts, in a town out east. I wanted to go so bad, but Justin didn't have much of a sweet tooth and said he didn't want to drive that far without the promise of steak.

Before my mouth began involuntarily drooling, I realized there had to be a catch. "And if you win?" I asked, slightly scared to know the answer.

He put his arm on my waist and whispered in my ear. "When I win," he began. "I want to do it in the bathroom of the bowling alley."

As I felt myself getting turned on by the mere idea of something so risqué, I quickly realized this was a win-win situation.

As he pulled away from me, I put out my hand. "Deal," I said and we shook on it, because obviously this was official business.

Since I was super invested in the winner of the games, it actually made bowling a lot more fun. Darlene seemed to have a good time, which was really most important to me. I wanted Justin to win, even though I'd "lose" the bet, and to my delight, he did surprisingly well.

But Billy did better, scoring only a few points more. Justin and I sat next to each other as we did the math.

"I can't believe it," Justin exclaimed, putting his face in his hands. "I tried so hard." He looked legitimately disappointed. Him wanting me that much was extremely sexy.

I looked around at my friends, who were all occupied in conversations. I turned to Justin, leaned down, and whispered in his ear. "We can both win."

His eyes peeked out from behind his fingers and I saw a smile creep onto his face. "Really?" he asked, sounding like a little kid who was told he could have a candy bar.

I nodded and we made our way to the bathroom. I stood outside of the men's room while Justin went in to check that it was empty. Seconds later, he reached his hand out of the door and pulled me in.

Justin locked the handicapped stall before pushing me up against the door. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel how hard he already was. I fumbled to unzip my pants as he held me, kissing my neck and then pushing my blouse down to kiss my breasts.

He reached into my jeans and pushed my thong to the side. "Mmmm, you're so wet," he moaned into my ear. And I was. There was something so hot about hooking up in the bathroom, where we could easily get caught. It was so prohibited. I've never seen Justin so turned on either.

He continued to tease me until neither of us could take it anymore. He grabbed my ass with both hands and perfectly positioned himself inside of me. I softly moaned his name. He thrusted inside me, his erection hitting me at the ideal angle from our positioning, as I gripped his hair and bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming. He lowered his head and playfully bit my nipples. That instantly triggered my orgasm and he followed shortly after.

We returned to my friends minutes later. Nobody was the wiser.