"Right angle yourself like that" stik said quietly from behind me as he moved my hip a little, "and stretch your arm out there" I recalled a similar situation with Kewis, and while stik was having some effect on me, it was nothing in comparison to the way Kewis had made me feel. I mentally shouted at myself for comparing the two. They were entirely different. "And then hold the cue here" his hand covered mine and helped me reposition my hands, "and hit"
The ball rolled straight into the corner pocket and I blushed at the closeness between stik and I. I thanked him eyes down and trying to hide my blush. He only smiled in return. We spent several games in the same way. He played poorly to try and help me out I'm sure of it but it was still fun. The games were filled with laughter, light tou
