Long Ball(6)

“So, tell me about yourself, Jamesy.” Shelbie teases with a wink. She takes a dainty sip of her drink and presses a finger against my chest. “What do you like to do besides field balls at shortstop?”

It has been a long, long time since someone has been this forward with me. I take a swallow of my drink and try to channel my inner Kemp. He swears I have one in me.

“Well, I was raised on a ranch in Venezuela. I like quiet, open spaces and country music and playing with my dog, Chiki. Baseball life gets chaotic sometimes. What about you, Miss Saint?”

“Oh, you know, girly things. Pedicures, manicures, shopping. I’m on my feet a lot for work, so pampering is my favorite. Tell me more about Venezuela. It sounds exotic.” The way she says “exotic” sounds so naughty that it makes me cough.

“Well, I spent most of my time there tied up on the ranch. We have horses and roosters, things like that. It was fun to get my hands dirty and help around the farm. I bet you’d look real cute in a pair of work boots, riding a horse.” I could picture it, her blond hair streaming and bountiful breasts bouncing as she rode. I’m suddenly very interested in whether or not someone can have sex on a horse.

“Oh, ew.” She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “No thanks--not my style. Watching a bunch of boys run around in tight pants is much more my speed.” She winks again.

“I think you’re thinking of football.”

Another wink. “Maybe.”

We limp through another five minutes of conversation that goes literally nowhere before I escape for more drinks. I don’t have nearly enough alcohol in my system to endure this. She’s unbelievably gorgeous. The old me would haul her into the bathroom and have my way with her in a heartbeat. But that old me isn’t around anymore, and I think she’s only talking to me because Kemp put her up to it. Or maybe because she’s a uniform chaser.

“So, how long have you—" I barely get the words out of my mouth before her lips are one mine. In that moment, I’m totally lost and something else inside me takes over. Something that’s hungry and desperate.

“Sorry,” she breathes against my lips, pulling away. “You are just so sexy, like a Venezuelan god or something, and I couldn’t help myself.”

Her cheeks are pink and my dick is rock hard. “I, um, no that’s, um, I didn’t…wow. Sorry, I just didn’t expect that.”

She takes another sip of her drink and eye f*cks me. Out of my periphery, I spy Kemp and Carlos, who are rooting me on across the bar.

You know what? Fuck it.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little more…private?” I lean forward to murmur in her ear.

Shelbie’s smile is brilliant. “Come with me.” She grabs my hand and leads me across the room to a hallway near the back. There’s a line of people, but we pass them all. At the very back of the hallway, someone comes out of the bathroom and she pulls me through.

I hear someone yell, “Hey!” but ignore them, because the second the door is closed, she is on me again. Her mouth is so warm and inviting, and she works her tongue like no one else I’ve kissed before. Fueled by tequila and Fireball, I grab her by her tight--beautifully tight--ass and press her against the wall. Her long nails dig into my back as I kiss her neck and jawline. Our bodies are moving faster than our lips and we accidentally bump heads, laughing.

Shelbie stares straight into my eyes and peels off the straps of her red dress. Her perfect, naked breasts spring to life before me and I immediately go weak in the knees. She runs her hands across her smooth skin and rubs her nipples.

The whole time, I’m staring like an idiot with my mouth open. She laughs shyly and beckons me with a finger curl. My abuelito’s words run through my head. She tastes like cranberry and vodka, and I remind myself that since she’s been drinking, I might want to slow things down and refuse to sleep with her. She pulls my face towards her chest, and I hastily think that, at the very least, I can still put my mouth on those sweet tits and still have a damn good time.

I pick her up and press her up against the wall so her breasts are eye level. She moans with delight as I take one nipple in my mouth and palm the other. She smells amazing, soft and sweet with a little danger behind it. Shelbie’s hands are in my hair and she pulls each time I nibble on her tender flesh.

It hits me hard how much I’ve missed being with a woman like this. How much I’ve missed caressing a naked body, taking a breast in my mouth, feeling another person writhing beneath me as I make their toes curl. My dick strains against my pants and I thrust up against her legs, groaning against the pressure.

“You feel huge,” she gasps as I bite down on her again. “I’d like to see.”

She shimmies out of my grip and lightly lands on the floor. My hands are immediately in her hair, pressing her to me as I kiss her. Soon, everything I can see or taste is distinctly Shelbie. Images of me plowing into her fill my eyes and I’m almost ready to break my vow.

Her hands graze my jean-sheathed cock and I bite down on her lips out of sheer pleasure.

“I was right,” she whispers in my ear. “You are huge.”

My resolve slowly comes crashing down as she grabs me and strokes hard through my pants. I suck on her neck and pull at her hair while my free hand never leaves her tits, tits that are bare and exposed just for me. Shelbie fumbles for my zipper and slips her hands down my pants.