For Display Only Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

For Display Only Pt. 05

(Continued from For Display Only Pt. 04, Mara's all sports weekend!)

"Fuck darts."

That was my new mantra for Saturday night. Fuck bowling on Friday, fuck golf the next day and now fuck darts. But damn if those outings didn't get me laid and give Ed some pleasurable viewing as new friend, Dennis, manhandled my petite pussy on the bowling alley lane.

I had no choice but to go along with Ed to the nearby English style pub for a scintillating evening of darts and ale.

"Fuck darts."

I dressed simply: short yellow sundress, lovely red lace bra and panty set underneath, black lace thigh highs and heels with ankle straps (catnip for men). Bowling and darts shared a common fashion attraction for men standing at the right angle; in both cases a short dress tended to ride up when either rolling or throwing.

However, because I enjoy giving a certain amount of good natured grief to Ed I came out of the bathroom with "Fuck darts."

"You'll change your tune once some well hung bloke takes an extreme interest in you and plants his bobber in your sniffle."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know, I just made it up," he said, laughing at himself.

"Fuck darts."

***

It was a busy Saturday night at the pub and forget finding an empty barstool, just hunting down a table was a chore and people were still coming in.

When did fucking darts become so popular? Or was it just the beer?

As we surveyed the room there was only one choice, stand behind the bar until ...

... a table opened up. Ed went to get us in the queue for darts which I would inevitably suck at. While Ed was checking out the competition I was approached by a young guy who introduced himself as Eli, probably college age I thought, who asked me if I'd like to join he and two buddies at a table in the corner of the room. Three guys and me. To begin with I liked the odds.

"We need a fourth for the team," he said.

"Seriously, Eli, you don't want me on your team. I'd just be the weakest link," I said, trying to save them from a sure loss. Ed looked over and could easily see I was being picked up and kept his distance. He nodded so I said, "Sure, but I don't want to hear any complaining if I miss the board completely."

"Believe me," he smiled, "none of the guys is concerned about how good you are at darts."

That pretty much summed up my recruitment. Pretty girl, freshly minted testosterone and, oh ya, darts. They never even asked if I was there alone. Their hormones willed it to be so.

"Hi, boys, I'm Mara."

Ed kept track of me and eventually lucked into a barstool not far from our table. He had that 'I'm going to enjoy this' look on his face.

In my estimation, my admirers were barely breaking the legal drinking age, maybe twenty-two at best and nervously in awe at landing my more mature company.

"Hi, Mara," they said in unison and then sat there with goofy smiles on their faces.

I broke the silence, "And what are your names?"

"Oh, sorry," said one of ...