This is a followup to The Symposium story of the series, The Commander and the Socialite. In that story Kara, the mid-forties divorced Milf, and her fuck buddy, the commander, had started exchanging sex videos with Kara’s high school friend, Dorothy, and her new boyfriend, Terry. The couples had exchanged texts about potentially meeting to have sex in person in front of one another. About two months later, Kara called me...

This story is a followup to Feeling Better and Feeling Frisky; and it is the latest account in the series, Lefty’s College Days. This series centers around my escapades while playing baseball on my college team. If you recall, after our weekend get together in early January, Donna and I made plans for her to meet me in Florida, during my team’s college spring training session, in late February. As this was 1980, there wer...

A week after returning to school from Christmas break, I called Donna to see if she had recovered from the bronchitis that kept us from meeting a second time over my break. She said that she was finally feeling better and that she was sorry that we could not get together again on the second half of my break. She asked if I was coming home before I took off to Florida for the college baseball Spring Training season. When I...

I recently returned home from a wonderful seven-day round-trip cruise that departed from Baltimore. It had stops in Boston, Portland, Halifax, and St. John’s. The former stops were in the USA. The latter in Canada. The cruise was for those fifty-five and older of age. The cruise started on a Wednesday and was ten days long. Several of the days were all-day sailing days. The days the boat docked we could come and go as we...

The first semester of my Junior year was wrapping up. Christmas break was a week away. Because it is finals week, there was no baseball practice. Practice won’t resume until we return to school in mid-January. So, it was time to make plans for my break back home. As this was 1980, there were no cellphones to just shoot texts. There were no emails. There were no computers to create spreadsheets. Scheduling things required...

The week before Thanksgiving break was a blur. Classes ran until Wednesday morning. Fortunately, Fall baseball practice was light that week, with no practice on Wednesday through the following Tuesday. The Monday after Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania is a State Holiday. So, all state-sponsored schools, elementary through colleges, incorporate that Monday into the Thanksgiving breaks. The holiday is for the first day of deer...

It had been about two months since Kara and the Commander had their getaway. Since that time, they were able to meet up for a few quickie sex sessions after a few community meetings. These were always in a car, in an isolated location, to avoid anyone from the community finding out about their relationship. The Commander received a phone call from a national policing organization of which he was a member. Apparently, one...

This story is the third part of a series. The first two stories are the Summer Fling and Donna’s Campus Visit. A fourth story, Pinch Hitter also provides a good background for this story. It was the Halloween weekend of my junior year at the largest university in PA. This meant parties galore on Saturday night. If I played my cards right, there would be horny drunk coeds looking for the same thing I was looking for, fast...

Fall Baseball practice started about two weeks before school started. Before I headed back to campus, Donna and I talked about her meeting me at school. We decided it might be best for her to visit over the Labor Day weekend since I had no practice and she would have an extra day off from work. We both felt like she would be more comfortable if she stayed about a half hour from campus. So, we looked at a road map, and we...

This happened between my Sophomore year and Junior year of college. I grew up in a small town. I played soccer, basketball, and baseball in HS. Baseball was my best sport and the story Pinch Hitter has some background on my college baseball shenanigans. Anyway, in the summers, while in college I worked at the local grocery store in the community where I went to high school. A girl, Lynda, and her Mom, Donna, frequented th...

This occurred way back in my college days. I was a walk-on to the baseball team at a large university. Many of my high school teammates had scholarships to Div II and Div III schools. But, most of those schools were teacher colleges. Not my forte. I had planned on becoming a prosecutor, so I picked a large university with a law school. Early in the Fall of my Freshman year, I ventured by the field where the Fall tryouts f...

After our encounter in the park, Kara and I tried to find time for a second hookup. But, with our crazy work schedules and our commitments with our respective kids, the timing was never right. Then, out of the blue, about a month later, on a Sunday, Kara texted, “Hey, my kids will be with their Dad this Thursday night. Any, chance you can find time?” I checked my calendar and canceled a Friday morning meeting. I texted ba...

Kara was a community do-gooder. A forty-five-year-old divorced single mom of two teenage girls. She ran her own business and volunteered for a non-profit that supported social service programs in the community. She was short, busty, pretty, and spicy in her personality. I was a local precinct commander for the police department. At forty-seven, I still had my college baseball playing build from my daily workout regimen. O...