Play Ball Chapter 1
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Play Ball!
Corey Jones kicked at the rubber with her cleats, out of habit more than need. She wasn't nervous; she didn't get nervous. She was either "up" for the big games or "level" for an ordinary game or practice. She'd seen it all before, and it was only an intra-squad practice game. Standing in the batter's box was Hannah Smith, her girlfriend of the last ten months. The two handsome girls made up the dynamic duo for the 18U team, the Lancers, of the greater Moline area travel squad. The count was two and one.
"Whaddya got, Hannah?" said Corey in her cocksure manner. She'd been hitting Hannah consistently in recent practices as the first baseman for the Lancers.
"Wouldn't you like to know," said Hannah. She wound up and threw her fifty-five miles an hour rise ball down the middle of the plate, challenging her lover.
Hannah knew what was coming and connected to send the ball, a base hit, to left field. She ran to first base, made the turn, and watched as the left-fielder hustled the ball to second base. A routine single, a safely stroked line shot base hit. She didn't say anything to Hannah. The two had a complex relationship but were out and proud. Hannah was the squad's best player, and Corey was the number one pitcher. They were a couple "Friday" players, or go-to athletes, for the Moline team. Corey had committed to Iowa, her in-state destination school, and Hannah to Iowa State. They were both proud of their accomplishments but felt, in the pits of their stomachs, that it would mean the end of their relationship.
All of their parents worked for John Deere, the green tractor company with its worldwide headquarters in Moline. They had a very luxurious lifestyle and were liberal with their children.
After practice, they gathered their stuff and began walking toward their homes, a couple of blocks away and kiddie corner from one another. They knew they would have an hour before their parents came home, and they wanted to take advantage of that fact and get some time alone in Hannah's basement. There were several out lesbians on the team and a couple of girls still in the closet. Girls' softball was a welcome playground for lesbians.
They got to Hannah's home and went to the frig to get their customary bottled water. Then they went down to the basement, Corey grabbing Hannah's butt and saying,
"Girl, I've been dreaming about this all day," said Corey.
"Me too," said Hannah. "I went to the bathroom during last hour to rub one out, it got so bad. Ms. Marsten shot me a knowing look as I asked her for the hall pass." They had paused on the basement steps.
"She so fine," said Corey. "But I guess we'll never know just how fine now that senior year is almost over."
"I forgot to tell you. She's offered to host us in late June. Her girlfriend and her."
"That pretty blonde she was with at Target two weeks ago?"
"The same," said Hannah. "I have to get back to her. Say, the 19th or 20th?
"Either one will work; I'm in town. Fuck she is gorgeous. I'm so down for that, eating some pretty blonde twenty-something pussy."
"Yes mam, and the first time with Ms. Marsten. Mmm. Anyway, Ms. Marsten asked me to commit to a date. I'm sure she doesn't know how busy we are. I'll tell her tomorrow."
"C'mon, times a-wasting," said Corey. "I've got a new toy I want to try on you." Hannah wagged her ass in anticipation and started to undress, flinging her clothes hither and yon.
"I can't wait, darling."
Dressing for Success
For the party at Ms. Marsten's, Hannah decided on a Kelly green polo shirt and her trademark jeans. She used a little makeup, doing her eyelashes and covering a small amount of acne with an expensive foundation. She used lip gloss and looked ravenously hot.
Corey preferred to go au naturel except for lip gloss. She also dressed in blue jeans and a new pale blue shirt she got online. They looked hot as hell, but as lesbians, they didn't think very much of other non-lesbian reactions (i.e., guys) to their dress. Of course, she had her Iowa State Cyclones softball cap turned around on her head.
Both girls were exceedingly hot by any standards. They knew the other girls were hot, too, but they weren't exactly sure how the evening would turn out. They took Corey's mom's car to Ms. Marsten's on Saturday, the 20th. They rolled up, parked in the street, and quickly found her last name on the buzzer list.
Ms. Marsten, or Paulette, was at the door with her lover when the two college-bound high school grads came up the steps to the top floor. Olivia Johnston was a twenty-five-year-old teacher at another Moline area high school. She met Paulette at a teachers' conference the previous summer. Paulette was twenty-six.
Party at Ms. Marsten's
"Well, hello to you two goddesses," said Paulette. "Come on in. Hey Corey and Hannah, this is Olivia, my girlfriend."
They exchanged hellos, and Corey said, "I can't believe we're finally here and meeting you. We've heard so many good things about you, Olivia." Olivia responded by smiling and batting her eyelashes, something that shook Corey to her soul. "She's...gorgeous," she thought.
"I know, right," said Paulette. "You two are the busiest people I know. I don't know how you do it, quite honestly."
"I have my system, and I think Hannah has one, too," said Corey. "I love busy; I wouldn't trade it for the world."
They had been munching on the pizza that Paulette ordered in Paulette's living room. It was dark outside. Corey and Hannah knew Paulette, though they had never seen her naked. Rumor had it that she was very popular with the twenty-something ladies.
Throughout dinner, Corey sneaked a few peeks at Olivia. She was gorgeous with a svelte figure and dressed like a Tommy Hilfiger model. Corey kept looking at her forearms. She could always tell a girl was fine by her forearms. It was a strange theory, but it worked. And Olivia had the nicest forearms she'd ever seen. Sizeable, tan, with an even spray of blond hair. Beautiful, just like her pussy would be. Did she shave, or didn't she? That was the question.
The four were all fine girls, a perfect match for the party.
"Hey, let's put the pizza on the kitchen counter and prepare for the evening. Sound like a plan?" Paulette said.
"Oh yeah, party time," said Corey. The prospect of great lesbian sex with some experienced new people had her and Hanna wet. Corey removed her hat and threw it to the corner, followed by everything except her red ankle socks. The others followed suit.
Corey went to Olivia and kissed her as she stood there—a deep, wonderful kiss that girls give to one they like. She was very attracted to Olivia, who initially just went with the flow.
Hannah and Paulette were making love like long-lost friends or teacher and pupil who finally came together after years of flirtation. They went to Paulette's bedroom.
Olivia and Corey
"Oh God, your body and your pussy are beyond words," said Corey.
Then, as if a light came on for Olivia,
"Do you mind if I wear your cap while we, you know, have sex? It looked so attractive on you, and maybe it will be for me."
"That's the first time someone has asked to wear my hat," said Corey to herself as she fetched it from the corner of the room. It was upside down. "This could be a good sign."
"I've never done this, but I've wanted to since you came tonight," said Olivia. "It looked so hot on you, Corey."
Rather than tossing it to her, Corey walked over to her side and deftly placed it on her head, with the visor to the rear. Her full head of blonde hair fit the cap perfectly. Corey stood momentarily in front of her, straightening the cap, the hair, and the shoulders with both of her sizeable hands.
"Just so you know, my relationship with Paulette has run its course," said Olivia. "I asked to sleep with you, and that works out fine because she has a girl crush on Hannah. I'm just getting to know you, honey, but I love your looks and confidence. I can't believe you're only eighteen!"
"Tonight, over dinner, I sensed something was off," said Corey. "But I had no idea you were breaking up too. Paulette's loss is my gain, it seems."
"It's one of those things," said Olivia.
"You are one of God's miracles," Corey said. "Just so well put together. Paulette has exquisite taste." This comment gave Olivia goosebumps and an intense tingle in her groin.
With that, Corey kissed her, this time grabbing her C-Cup with its big nipples and a sizeable areola and molding it. She sucked her titties, loving the taste and texture.
"Why don't we go to the guest room," she said.
"I was just going to suggest that," said the lovely Olivia. Corey led the way, with Olivia faux-spanking her from behind. They both laughed. Paulette saw them go in, but it wasn't as if they were hiding anything.
"I'll be your sub, Olivia. Like this?" Corey was lying on the king-sized bed face up, her arms akimbo and her face dewy. She could smell Olivia's arousal.
"That will be just fine," said Olivia. She had shut the door to increase their privacy. It was obvious to them that the couple in the other room were in the middle of lovemaking, but one couldn't be too careful.
Olivia clambered onto the top of the bed covering where Corey lay, sweating lightly and hardly breathing. Olivia opted for facesitting and went to claim her rightful position. She was already wet with anticipation. Lowering her sex to Corey's eager mouth, she gasped loudly as Corey stuck her tongue in her slick pussy.
"Oh my god, it's so fucking good," said Olivia. Her pussy was as clean as a baby's behind and just as soft. Corey had never tasted anything so delicious. Olivia's entire "bottom" was completely hair-free and tasted terrific. Corey felt like she could eat her all night, and she kept licking her with her tongue going deep into her pussy, twisting and turning.
"Baby, you smell and taste so wonderful. Please keep this between us, but you taste like a small piece of heaven; I think you taste like a quince or a pear. Very yummy."
"Thank, Aahhhh, I get a few compliments," said Olivia. "I'm already on the brink of a fat orgasm. Let's keep this to ourselves: I'm unbelievably hot for you, girlfriend." The ballcap outlined her surprisingly beautiful face and her full blonde hair. Corey was in heaven, and she pinched herself to ensure she was also in Moline.
"Thslurpp, thslurpp," went Corey's feverish tongue. Corey was an active, strong girl in bed. She was just what Olivia needed. She was so attentive to Olivia's needs.
"Aahhhh, Oohhhh," said Olivia. "My God, you really know how to treat a girl. I've got a strong tingle. I think I'm cumming already."
Corey would never get tired of this twenty-five-year-old Goddess. A true femme, everything, from her bright red salon toes to her immaculate hair, is perfect. That's the word. Perfect. She kept on, imagining what she would like and what got her off, and she did that to Olivia.
"Oh, I am cumming," said Olivia. "Aahhhh, Aahhhh. Nuahhhh. Oh, I'm toast, darling."
Corey kept on licking, although a bit slower.
"Please, no more. I'm done for now." She hung her head and then twisted her fit body to come alongside Corey for some hugs and kisses. Corey went to kiss her on the face, and Olivia was out of it with a smile of satisfaction. That was another plus for Corey, a woman who cums easily.
Corey was headed to the Cyclones of Iowa State. Iowa State University was in Ames, IA, and would come home to Moline every other weekend when she wasn't in season. Corey quietly decided that she would make a play for Olivia. She was not known as a "player" among the girls, being content with her girlfriends, one at a time.
"Hey girlfriend..." said Corey.
But Olivia beat her to the punch and had a little surprise for her.
"Before you speak, I've got something to say. I'm quitting teaching and moving to Des Moines, where my parents own some coffee shops, a steadily growing chain of six places in central Iowa. Have you heard of Espresso Express?"
"I love that place. They put Starbucks to shame," said Corey. "So, you and Paulette are going your separate ways now?"
"Yes, it's too bad, but these things happen," said Olivia. "I am looking for a new girlfriend."
"Well, I'm available," said Corey, her flush face beaming at Olivia, who looked hotter than ever with Corey's ballcap on.
"That's what I was praying for," said Olivia. The two kissed deeply for a long time. They had passed the audition.
Olivia would take over the new role of VP of Marketing. Her family was liberal, with her only brother being gay and out. Her mom loved her daughter and the fact that she was gay, and she was so happy when she accepted the new VP role. Her mother had some gay experiences in college before deciding that she wanted a more conventional lifestyle to raise her children. She and Olivia had played around in her bed when Olivia was younger, but when Olivia decided she was a lesbian, her mother "let her go" to experience the wonderful world of Sappho on her own.
"So, ISU is a half hour from where I planned to get a condo in the northern Des Moines area. Darling, I see no reason we can't see each other three times a week during your hectic freshman year, but then try living together during your sophomore year. To see if we still like each other."
"My God, I think I'm in love. Maybe we should start planning the wedding, ha ha," said Corey.
Looking into Olivia's eyes, she saw love and acceptance. It was a U-Haul moment.
"But let's not jinx it," said Corey. "My mom is going to go ga ga over you, darling. That I know."
"And my mother will love you to bits, girlfriend," said Olivia. They were holding each other as they lay in bed.
Then, Olivia reached for Corey and kissed her on the lips, and soon Olivia was taking her turn at Corey's pussy with renewed energy.
Corey was overcome with fantasies of a hot girl like Olivia coming to Ames to watch her play softball. She imagined herself turning to where Olivia sat in the stands, connecting with her eye to eye, gaining a bit more confidence before heading to the batter's box. Everyone would see that Olivia was her girl and be jealous. After the game, she'd walk anywhere with her and end up in bed together at night's end—the stuff of fairy tales.
Her orgasm that night was exceptional. At first glance, Olivia at first seemed like a pillow princess. But Corey soon revised her evaluation of the pussy-hungry Olivia. She was a femme, for sure, but she gave as good as she got. Aahhhh, Olivia, Olivia.
Hannah and Paulette
While Corey and Olivia made love, Paulette and Hannah wasted no time in getting naked and enjoying one another's bodies. You see, Paulette had known for three years that Hannah was gay, but she needed to bide her time waiting for Hannah to graduate. With Hannah and Corey now done with high school, all bets were off, and the buxom Paulette had total access to Hannah's treasures.
"Oohhhh, that feels nice," said Hannah. Paulette rubbed her pussy nice and slow.
"Hey, are you and Corey going to stay an item?" Paulette asked.
"No, we're going our separate ways," said Hannah. "We've decided that the softball scene will be too hard to keep a steady girlfriend, especially one a hundred miles away."
"I see," said Paulette. She was enthused that her suspicions were confirmed. "Don't get me wrong, I love Corey too. But I've taught you all these years, and let me say, it was very hard. I wanted you from the first glance. Your rock-solid ballplayer's body that had those D-Cups. Oohhhh, my God."
"Very hard? How so?"
"Because I wanted you so bad, with your secret looks at me," said Paulette. "But I couldn't risk it with our male principal. I wouldn't have been the first teacher to be arrested for child abuse or whatever its called. I had to wait until you graduated, and it was tough."
Hannah chewed on that revelation for a few seconds. Now, it all made sense how Paulette would flirt with her up to a point and then withdraw somewhat sullenly. She would stare at her while the class was heads down on an assignment. Sometimes, she thought Ms. Marsten was secretly masturbating over her.
The beautiful nipples of Hannah's D-Cups disappeared into Paulette's needy mouth. First, the left, then the right, and finally, the left again. Her tongue bathed the nipples as she breathed in Yves Saint Laurent's Libre Flowers perfume that Hannah wore. Paulette herself alternated between several perfumes, but tonight she wore Chanel. The heady mixture of the feel of her nipples and the scent took Paulette over the top.
"I'm getting close, dearheart," said Paulette. "It's what you do to me."
"I want you, Paulette. I have been in love with you for three years, my goddess on a mountaintop!"
Paulette didn't say anything but let her actions speak for themselves. She went down on Hannah, kissing her body, leaving a few bite marks as she went. When she got to her bare pussy, she exclaimed,
"Wow, just wow. What a pussy, all bare and lovely and wet. Oh, Hannah, I love you, and I've waited so long for you."
And, she consumed her cunt: licking, feasting, nibbling, and sucking the glorious sex of her long-awaited lover. Three years of need, all released in one moment of passion. Hannah responded by groaning and mewling and then saying to her erstwhile teacher,
"I'm yours, all yours. Do with me as you would. Oh, Paulette, fuck Mr. Webb, and all the greasy men like him. Please take me. I'm free now; I'm yours."
Paulette jammed two fingers into her slit and found a home for them, like a warm glove when you've been outside in the winter. She proceeded to jill her lover for several minutes.
Paulette then lowered her voice and said to Hannah,
"Lover, Olivia, and I have run our course. She's too dainty for me. I need a woman who can take charge and who can be taken charge of by me. Are you that woman, Hannah?"
"Oh, I am. I'm a switch and a femme, and I love being on top. I always have been. Aahhhh, my cunt is on fire for you. Can you feel it?"
"Hannah, I feel so much about you. I feel the heat; your pussy has swallowed my fingers, and right now they're burning."
Coming Down
"I'm going to be starting a Masters Degree in Creative Writing at Iowa in the fall," said Paulette as they laid in bed, taking in the afterglow. "I'll have many reasons to be in Iowa City. Besides, I'm moving there when the next school year is over. Teaching has been great, but writing is what moves me."
"You're kidding me," said Hannah. "Bae, I'd love to read your poetry or your stories. We can exchange poems, though I'm sure mine are nowhere near your quality. I've written perhaps fifty by now."
"Fifty! That's great and more than me," said Paulette. "What I really want to do is to write books, so I've only got about fifteen or so poems. Believe me...I've started far more than fifteen. Let me see, I think they're in here." She rummaged through the books on the shelf of her end table.
"Ah, yes, here they are, in the Final Drafts notebook," she said. "I write on loose paper, and then I make changes, and they end up in this notebook thingy. The first few have traditional rhyme schemes and date to high school. The next ten or so follow free verse. They are from college and the teaching years."
Hannah accepted the book carefully and, while still naked, began to read.
"Oh My God, they're great," said Hannah. "So full of images, so, what's the word, mature. Girls love to write poetry, but, in my experience, so much of it is poor."
"I'm embarrassed to show you, but your approval means so much to me," said Paulette.
"This third one, `Eleanor,' was she a lover in high school?" said Hannah. Her voice was cracking.
"Yes. Did you read the whole thing?" Paulette's voice wavered.
"Of course," and she looked to Paulette with red eyes.
"It is all true," said Paulette. "She died our senior year. A brain tumor. She was a straight-A student, so that was ironic. I've never gotten over her death, although time has taken most of the sting out of it."
Paulette then started bawling, and the two lovers hugged each other tightly for a long time. Hannah's tears accompanied Paulette's, for the poem was profoundly moving. Eventually, Hannah began licking her new girlfriend's tears. Paulette let out a big exhale; her body shuddered, and she went to sleep. Hannah was not ready to sleep but kept playing with Paulette's rich brown hair and thinking about how nice it would be to have an "older" girlfriend to come home to after a game.
"Aahhhh, I love being a woman in love," she said quietly.
Olivia and Corey Make Plans
When Olivia and Corey woke up fifteen minutes later, they decided to make plans.
"My dorm is right off the highway, so it's easy in and easy out," said Corey. "When are you moving to North Des Moines, honey?"
"I'll be working from home because I'll be traveling in Iowa quite a bit," said Olivia. "We've already started construction on a store for Ames, not too far from campus."
"Maybe I should get a job there for a little extra cash. And to be your eyes on the ground, so to speak."
"That's interesting
"When do you think you should meet my mother," said Corey. "I mean, you'll be running into her on the weekends. We might as well get that out of the way."
"If she's anything like you, I'd say the sooner the better."
"It's time for openness," said Corey. "I sleep with my mom and have for six years or so. My dad travels for business, and it's a real comfort for us."
"Oh, bae, I do too. It's the thing, you know," said Olivia. "My mom is forty-five but looks much younger. She's gay, but occasionally fucks my dad. They have one of those "modern" relationships[BJ1] ." She used air quotes for the word modern, which made Corey laugh.
"She's got a side thing, too, with a really hot woman who is thirty-five," said Olivia. "She's spoiled, but I love her. Are you free next Saturday evening? She says they're doing wine and cheese at the hot tub around eight and would love to host you and me in West Des Moines. We could make a road trip out of it."
"By host, you mean have sex with them?"
"Well, yeah. Isn't that what girls do?"
"I'm only kidding- I would love to spend time with your mom and her girlfriend," said Corey. "And have sex. I'm getting horny just thinking about it. Can you pull up a picture of her and her friend for me? I want to have some material to masturbate to this week. OK?"
Before she could say "OK," Olivia had sent her two photos. The first one was of Olivia at a pool. Of course, there was a girl whose arm was around her flat belly, but not in the picture. Olivia was so very hot. Damn. There seemed to be several scantily clad girls in the background.
The second was a photo of her mom and her squeeze, Aliya. They were gorgeous and seemed to have expensive sunglasses on. Clad in beautiful two-piece swimsuits, they both were big-bosomed ladies with big hair, perfect white teeth, and bodies that put most twenty-year-olds to shame.
"Just what the doctor ordered. Can I send them to my mom?"
"Of course, honey," said Olivia. "Now, send the same to me...for the same reason. I'll want some pussy material for this week too. I'll forward your pics to my mom, too, if it's alright with you?"
"Of course, here you go." The pics she sent were gorgeous: one of Corey in a bathing suit and one of her and her mother standing together at a pool. Priceless. Olivia was already fantasizing about her mother eating her at a pool somewhere and her losing her mind in pleasure.
"So that means you're spending a night with my mom and I, right?"
"I'd love that, I really would. I'm drooling here, staring at her pic."
"So, it's settled then," said Corey. "We do your mom next Saturday and my mom the following weekend. How lovely!"
Olivia was busy sending the pics to her mother and confirming their rendezvous at the hot tub next Saturday. Corey was right behind her, and messaged her mom,
"I have a new girlfriend, and she's dying to meet you. Two weekends from now, Friday or Saturday. We'll stay overnight—details to follow. Oh, Mom, she's a keeper and the new VP of Marketing for Espresso Express. Ooh la la. You'll love her, I know it."
Her mother answered her thus,
"Wow, just wow. She's beautiful. I'll gladly roll out the red carpet for her and have you two stay over 😉. Whatever you want, my love."
Olivia sent a similar message to her mom.
Her mother texted her right back. "The queen has her princess. I love her already. I know it. Aliya and I will do whatever you want next weekend, you name it. Let's talk tonight. Love you, and Love Corey. Congratulations."
They showed each other the messages from their mothers, basking in the good feelings.
That done, they got back in bed and fucked some more. Strapon sex, sixty-nine. Everything. They couldn't get enough of the other's pussy. Olivia was on a bit of a high, having mated with the queen of the softball teams and six years younger than herself. She was everything that Paulette was not and more.
For Corey, it was a dream fulfilled. She was the captain of every softball team she had ever been on. Sort of eighteen going on twenty-five. The age gap was just a statistic. Olivia was gorgeous and so randy in bed.
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