Harvard Ping Pong Table Novels & Stories

"Perfect." Heidi says as she smiles down at the mixture in satisfaction. "Help me with the beer pong table." Gianna groans, having us all make our way over to the living room area. We begin unfolding the table before stabilizing it and then setting it up with red solo cups and a few ping pong balls. After about 20 minutes of fondling with the janky table, we finally succeed. "Alright well that's pretty much it. I'm not really sure what else we should do." Heidi laughs as she scratches the top of her head while in deep thought.

“Three words, Three Card Poker! It’s simple and challenging,” he said while he dragged Emma to sit down. Four people were already sitting at the table, and there were now a total of six people with Harvard and Emma. “Do you want to join?” the dealer asked. “Yeah.” Harvard threw out a card. “You know the password. Change all the money into colored chips.” Soon, someone brought the changed colored chips. There were chips with 10, 50, and 100 written on them.

She had tasted beer for the first time and she liked it. “Guys! There is a dedicated beer pong table in the game room!” somebody shouted over the music and they all started hooting. “We are not here for indoors man! Let’s place the pong table on the porch! Yay!!!” there were again the cries and hoots. Hazel who had half-listened the announcements, was screaming at the top of her lungs now. Dustin excused himself for a bathroom trip and asked Hazel to behave. Looking around Hazel saw beer shots placed on a corner table.

"You two can handle that, right?" "No problem."Each man took an end of the table. It wasn’t an easy feat, either. The tables were made of solid mahogany that had been polished and buffed to a sparkling finish that made it hard to get a good grip. Gordon backed through the doors, sliding his feet backwards as he went so that he didn’t trip over anything. Mr. Hayes followed, the corner of his bottom lip clenched under his upper teeth. Both of them were visibly exerting themselves and something about it made the tender flesh on the inside of Tracy’s thighs begin to tingle.

Blake grabbed my hand and lead me out the kitchen, into the hall, out of the hall, down some stairs and we entered a long hall with a TT table, pool table and some gaming thingys, a TV and PS4 connected to it. I grabbed one bat and he took another and the ball, he served and I tried my best to reply, but missed. It had been very long since I played it and was getting used to it now. I ran towards the ping pong ball that had fallen, and grabbed it. I served and he returned and that us how our morning went. ---------------------

Against the fourth wall, far enough from the vampires, rows of tables groaned under food and drinks … chosen and approved by Rowan. In one corner, away from the noise and separated by screens, they had a cosy little library. In the middle of the room – games: billiards, Ping-Pong, foosball. They took care of their humans. As Rowan put it, a happy donor is a tasty donor.

As a single mom, it was hard to hate that. We entered the fieldhouse, where there were fifteen or so round tables with tablecloths scattered about. People milled around, enmeshed in conversation. I recognized most of them, mostly parents of the other girls on the team. Paige was over to the side talking excitedly to several of her teammates, each wearing letterman jackets like hers. There were long tables along the side where men and women in white catering uniforms were getting things ready. The logos on their equipment belonged to one of the nicest, and probably the most expensive, Italian restaurants in town. Perpendicular to that was another rectangular table, set up sort of like the hea