Finding a Hobby Ch. 01

It was summer, and my boyfriend thought I should pick up a new hobby, something to occupy my time since he worked more than I did. He had given a few suggestions, but nothing really perked my interest. Since we live in a small town there isn't a lot of variety when it came to things like this and I was about to give up on doing anything when coincidence happened to play in my favor. Whether it was a really in my favor may not be true.

It was hot that day, and I had dressed for it. A short skirt and a spaghetti strap top kept me pretty cool, but didn't cover up much. I had just walked out of a music store, thinking that maybe I could learn an instrument but it all seemed to complicated and frustrating for me, when I happen to glance across the street and see the bowling alley. I'd never actually been inside, but drove past it a couple times. The place seemed like kind of a dive, a lot like most of the bars in the area. Deciding this was pretty much it, if this didn't fit then I was just going to give up and just stay at home and watch TV, I crossed the street. Some of the lights on the sign weren't lit up, and there was a slight smell around the place. It seemed popular though, there were quite a few cars in the parking lot. Wondering if this was my kind of crowd, I opened the door and went inside. The music was up way too loud, and there were a lot different people in there. Some middle age, a few kids, but there were more people that seemed kind of rough around the edges than anything. I figured that if this worked for so many different people then this might work for me too. It helped there was a bar there, any place that has alcohol seems to attract people, especially the majority that I was seeing.

"Something I can do for you, miss?" asked the clerk at the desk as I was staring out at the people.

"Um, I don't know, I wanted to come check things out, my boyfriend tells me I should pick up a hobby," I replied a bit startled.

"Well, our summer leagues are just getting started, I know there's a few teams that need some people, and they wouldn't mind something like you," he replied looking me up and down. It didn't get past me that he said 'something' instead of 'someone'. He was definitely part of that majority.

"I don't know, I was never very good at sports, this may not be my thing," I said as he continued to look me up and down, feeling like he was imagining me naked.

"Tell you what, why don't you sit in with a team tonight and see if you like it. If you do then you can talk to them about bowling the rest of the season, ok?" he asked with a leering smile. It seemed like a fair enough deal, I didn't want to bowl by myself and look like an idiot, why not give it a try if only for one night.

"I guess I could try, let me just call my boyfriend and let him know," I said pulling out my phone. "Damn, no signal here, stupid phone. Oh, well, I'll call him later I guess". The clerk asked my shoe size and told me to pick out a ball I felt comfortable with and he would ask around to see who needed a team member. I knew next to nothing about any of this, but the bowling balls were all colored and I thought pink would probably be right for me. It seemed kind of heavy and it had an 8 on it.

"That's the weight of the ball," came a voice from behind me, a little too close behind me I thought, as I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Oh, is this what I want?" I asked turning around.

"Ya, a little girl like you can't handle anything too big, I'd say that's just want you want" he said staring me up and down. I was beginning to think that only perverts hung out here and I was starting to have second thoughts about doing this. "You must be new here, I've never seen you before and I would remember, a......face like that," he said face like he meant to say something else.

"Ya, my boyfriend says I should find a new hobby, and I thought this might be it. Actually I thought tennis, yoga, and learning to play an instrument would be it too, but none of those panned out," I replied.

"Oh, is your boyfriend here? Does he bowl?" he asked seeming to already know the answer.

"No, he works a lot. That's why he thought I should get a hobby," I said feeling like I was giving away too much info.

"All alone then, well, my team needs someone for the league, come bowl with us," he said without making it a question.

"The guy at the desk was going to find me a team I think, maybe I should talk to him," I said feeling kind of uneasy.

"Who, Bob? No, you don't want to let him pick your team, he might put you with some weirdos," he replied. I didn't think this guy was too far off that mark.

"Hm, well, I ok, I guess. I'm new to all this, and I don't even know if I want to do it, so you'll have to be patient," I said thinking he might change his mind.

"I think you'll want to do.....it. I'm pretty good at it, and I don't mind showing you some moves," he suggested.

"Ok, I'll give it a try, my name is Krystal," I said.

"Jack," he said extending his hand. I put my small hand in his and he seemed to rub my hand a little bit, but it didn't last long, not long enough for me to say anything. He led me over to his table, and I thought I saw him nod at Bob, the guy at the desk, but I wasn't sure. Sitting at the table were 3 other guys, middle aged men. They were a bit older than Jack, but probably not by much. They all introduced themselves and took a bit long shaking hands than I wanted, but I just accepted it. This place probably didn't see many girls.

The rest of the night went ok, nothing too out of place. Jack spent most of the night telling me to stand here, do this, do that. I couldn't help but feel that everyone was staring at me, particularly at my ass, all night. I probably shouldn't have worn such a short skirt, but it had been hot that day, and I wanted to show off a bit. I didn't expect to be leered at by a bunch of men all night, though. All in all, it seemed like something I would like to do, if I could deal with the guys all night.

We finished our games and I emptied the 3rd beer that I had been bought and was feeling a bit tipsy so I decided I should just head home. I thanked the other guys for the chance and told them I would think about it, to which they all smiled and made comments I didn't really hear because of the music. Jack had stepped outside to smoke so I thought I would just talk to him on the way out. As I came outside he was on his phone talking to someone, he'd had quite a bit more to drink than I did, but it was hard to tell if he was drunk.

"Yes, I know, I'll be home soon, I'm just hanging out with the guys for a bit, Yes, I know, I know! Fine, bye," he said as I walked up. "Damn wife, she always has to know where I am and what I'm doing, I never get a break," he said as he stared at his phone.

"I'm on my way out, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me try it out, I'll let you if I want to continue," I said to him, having pretty much decided that I wasn't going to do this.

"Leaving already? Stay and have a drink, or a couple," he said with that same leering smile. Yep, he was either drunk, or pretty close.

"I should be going, I couldn't call my boyfriend earlier because I didn't have a signal, he's probably wondering where I am," I said trying to be polite.

Jack put his hand on my shoulder, which was almost bare because of the shirt I was wearing, and rubbed a little bit.

"Your boyfriend isn't here now, what's the harm in having a few more drinks," he said has his hand slid up to my neck. I froze. For some dumb reason I didn't want to act rude. The guy had spent the night showing me how to bowl, and some part of me kind of felt like I owed him, so I didn't stop him. It was still pretty hot outside but being touched like that from a stranger sent a bit of a chill through me. I'm pretty sure he could tell because my nipples harden and there wasn't much to hide them.

"Yes, no harm at all," he said while he stared at me, but not at my face.

"Um, I really think I should be going, I'll uh, give you, uh a call, and uh, ya," stammered as I backed up. He grabbed my arm as I started to turn and pulled me back to him, a bit too close.

"Ya, you give me a call and let me know if you want to do it, I'll be waiting," I thought he was going to try to touch me again or kiss me, but he let me go and went back inside.

As I drove home my mind was reeling about all of it. Surely my boyfriend didn't have this in mind when he thought I should get a hobby. He'd ask what I was up to and I'd tell him, we didn't keep any secrets, and this wasn't something I wanted to start hiding.

As I pulled into the driveway I could see the lights were on, but I had no missed calls, so I didn't think Jonathon was too mad. I walked in the door to see him asleep on the couch with the TV on, I guess that explains why he didn't call.

"Hey, wake up, I'm home," I said as I crawled on top of him giving him a kiss.

"Hey, you, where ya been?" he said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Oh, I was just out doing what you said, trying to find something to occupy myself," I said kissing him again.

"Dressed like that? I hope it wasn't prostituting, though I wouldn't mind the money," he laughed.

"No!" I punched him as I sat up, feeling a rush from the alcohol. "I checked the music store but I don't think I can play an instrument, but I did go bowling."

"Oh, ya? Maybe we can go golf sometime since you're into bowling," he said mocking me.

"I don't know that I'm into it, I just did it tonight to see if it was something I wanted to do," I replied.

"Well, did you make any friends, any girls there?" he asked, touching on something I was hoping to avoid.

"Uh, there were a few, not a lot, there were a bunch of different people there. This guy, Jack, asked me to bowl on his team," I said waiting to see his reaction.

"Well, were you any good, did you have fun?" he said, seeming to sidestep the subject.

"I'm not very good, I don't think, but he offered to help me, teach me I guess," I said rubbing against him trying to distract him from where the conversation was going. It seemed to work as he starting rubbing my neck.

"Teach you huh, well, better him than me, I haven't done that since I was a kid," he said not really paying attention to the conversation anymore. He slid the strap of my shirt down and I knew where this was going. Suddenly I remembered Jack touching my neck and thinking he was going to do exactly this, and my nipples got instantly hard again. I don't think Jonathon was thinking about bowling anymore, as he pulled my shirt down and started sucking on me. My nipples were like rocks, and he played with them, bit them. I couldn't help but thinking about what would have happened if Jack had continued. I hadn't stopped him, I don't know if I could have, he had been the one to stop, he walked away. My pussy was wet, and I had to get fucked right then. I couldn't wait for the usual build up. I raised up and took his cock out and pulled my panties aside and sat down on him. I was so wet that I took all of him in one quick second.

"Fuck, I've never been able to get inside you so fast, fuck you're so wet," he grunted as he pushed deeper. It felt like he was trying to get in my stomach he was so deep, but I didn't care, I needed it hard tonight.

"Please," was all I could say, I was lost in thought. He picked me up and put me over the side of the couch, pulling my panties down, but not off. They were around my knees when he started pounding into me from behind. Fast, hard strokes, he knew I didn't like it slow. I was in a constant state of orgasm, like a rolling wave, the whole time, and I knew he wasn't going to last long, being like this made my pussy tighter than usual.

"Fuck, I can barely move in you, it's like you're squeezing me, I don't think I can hold back much longer," he moaned.

"Don't cum in me, please. You aren't wearing condom, please, Jonathon," I moaned , not sure I really cared.

"Fuck I'm so close, Krystal, fuck, I can't....fuck!" He said as he pushed so far I think he actually got inside my cervix and I felt it. He had me pinned against the couch, I couldn't get away from him anyway. It was so hot and wet, it felt like he was pissing inside of me. I felt him shove one last time and for whatever reason my mind flashed to Jack rubbing my neck, but the scene changed and I was on my knees right there in front of the bowling alley with my top pulled down below my tits sucking him off.

"Fuck Jonathon, why did you....oh fuck!" I screamed out the last word as I nearly passed out I came so hard. I was actually twitching I came so hard, only him gripping me so tight kept me from having some kind of seizure.

"I'm sorry baby, I just couldn't, fuck," he apologized as he pumped a few more times. "Fuck," he said again as he pulled out.

As he got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, I laid there still across the couch and thought about what just happened. I still didn't know if I wanted to go back to and do it again, but I knew I couldn't tell Jonathon what just happened. Hearing the shower come on, I picked up my phone and scrolled down to Jack's name.

"Krystal," was all he said when he picked up.

"Jack," was all I could say back, still slightly out of breath.