The pitcher ignored the runner. He shook off the catcher twice before he settled on the pitch he wanted. The ball looked good to me as it left his hand. I began my stride, and everything felt like what I’d practiced hundreds of times. My bat was flat through the zone, and I felt the contact. I heard it before I saw it.
Shit!
Instead of the satisfying ‘crack,’ there was a ‘tink’ sound. I’d missed the ball, making contact a bit under, and hit a long high fly ball to center field. As I ran down the baseline, I prayed as the ball seemed to go higher, and the center fielder drifted back. I took a little hop when he reached the fence. The ball seemed to lose power and dropped into the glove of the center fielder. The Wesleyan players rushed the field and swarmed their center fielder.
We weren’t going to win them all. We lined up to shake hands, but Wesleyan ran off the field. Mike apparently wasn’t the only jerk. Coach Haskins handed me a Sharpie, and I wandered over to the stands and signed autographs. The first person in line was Kendra Bianco.
“I gave you an autograph last night.”
“We wanted to know if you were free for dinner tonight.”
I motioned for Melinda to join us and Kendra asked again.
“Tami told me you were all going to a pizza place,” Melinda said.
“It sounds like the team is going to Monical’s. You’re welcome to join us. It’s not fancy, more of a family-oriented place,” I said in case they expected something else.
Kendra said that would work.
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Everyone had waited for me on the bus. Moose had made it clear that I should make sure to sign autographs until there were no more to be signed. Since the
I talked to Jim, and he said the plan was for us all to go to Monical’s, and then to the party at State.
I arrived home to be swarmed by my niece and nephews.
“Unca David, we get kitty,” Kyle told me.
“You got a kitty?” I asked.
“I wuv it,” he told me earnestly.
“So does that mean you get a horse?” I asked Mac.
She squealed and ran to her mom so she could tell her she was getting a horsey—’cause Unca David said.
If looks could kill. Maybe I could talk Zoe into letting her think one of their horses was just for Mac to ride.
Mom told me that Melinda was in my apartment. Greg stopped me before I ran up.
“You really do suck,” he told me.
“I was only teasing about the horse,” I said.
He ignored my deflection.
“Where did you find this one?” he asked.
“I did a photo shoot with her. She is kinda cute,” I said, playing it off.
“Dad said she’s a Victoria’s Secret model.”
“Dad better be careful, or Mom will superglue his junk to his leg,” I said. “She
“Tell me she’s terrible in bed,” he persisted.
“I can’t do that,” I said, meaning I wouldn’t tell him about my sex life.
“You’re killing me.”
“You better be careful, or Angie will take care of you, and not in a good way,” I warned.
“I know, I know … it’s just … damn … sometimes I’m jealous of the hot women you spend time with.”
“You had your share. You also get to wake up next to Angie each morning and have three little ones who love you to death. I see what you have, and I’m jealous.”
“Seriously?” Greg asked.
“Only a little. And then I wake up next to a Victoria’s Secret model,” I said with a big shit-eating grin.
“Asshole!”
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I came up the stairs to my apartment to find Melinda lying on her stomach on my couch, playing with her tablet. She was in boy shorts that exposed the bottom half of her butt and wore a tight cropped t-shirt with no bra. Melinda knew exactly the effect her little display would have on me. Frickin’ hell, she was hot.
She watched me as I slowly approached the couch and took off my letterman’s jacket. I gave her a crooked smile while pulling my shirt over my head. Two could play this game. Her eyes lost focus, and she absently chewed on her lower lip. Her eyes found mine when I reached for my belt and undid it. I looked down at my obvious boner as it stretched my jeans.
Melinda got off the couch, knelt before me, and took over taking off my jeans. She mouthed the length of my member as it pushed my boxers obscenely out from my body. I just looked down and smiled as she teased me. I so planned to pay her back. She quit toying with me, pulled my boxers down, and began to do what she loved most, give me oral. I reflected that Aubrey and now Melinda had an oral fixation on Mr. Happy that I was more than willing to accommodate.
I just stood there and enjoyed what Melinda offered. My passion increased, and I held back as long as I could. The only warning I gave her was a grunt, and then suddenly rewarded her efforts. She got up and pointed at the clock; I needed to shower and change for dinner. My sexy revenge would have to wait.
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