It had also occurred to Sean that, should they continue down this road, it would be impossible to turn back -- well, not unless Beth was a horrific tease, and he somehow doubted that that was the case.  There was very real risk of being caught by Mikkel and Rachel; after all, they<em>were</em>all supposed to meet up here for a game of pool.  Proceeding forward was simply asking for trouble.<br/><br/>Sean found that he simply didn't care.  The nail was put in the coffin the moment he felt the blond girl press backward into him, grinding against him in a wanton display of unabashed frottage.  "Oh, look at that," he said, shovelling any of the billiard balls within reach into the nearest convenient pocket.  "Looks like we win.  Oh, well.  Now that the game is over, what to do?  What to do, what to do..."<br/><br/>He rolled off of Beth so that, between them, all of the balls  were soon pocketed.  That done, he turned her around to face him, knelt, wrapping his arms around her bottom, and easily lifted her up and onto the table.  Once she was safely seated on the felt,  he drew her fingers to the buttons of his shirt, making it obvious that he expected her to undo them, but also giving her free reign to explore his chest and belly at her leisure.<br/><br/>"Yes, people have said that my cue stick is impressive," he smirked.  "Although I think it's been too long since it had a good waxing."