“That is bad as hell!” Chris was talking to his shortstop as he took warmup throws at third base. “Red and white! In the bleachers. Standing up!!”
She WAS bad as hell. Blonde hair up in a ponytail, 5’4”, high cheekbones, perfect figure, large breasts. She had on a form fitting red and white striped knit blouse and tight blue short-shorts.
“Outta your league,” the shortstop called back. “I heard her boyfriend is the starting quarterback at LSU!”
Chris knew she was out of his league. But it hadn’t always been that way. And that didn’t mean he couldn’t look. And fantasize. It was just another way to get through this long, hot summer from hell in Greenville, Mississippi.
It had started as a promising career. Drafted in the second round by the Baltimore Orioles, Chris had quickly risen from rookie ball to AA in under a year. A slick fielding third baseman who could hit for power and average, all the scouts said he had the right stuff. There was even talk of a late season call-up to the big league club.
Then came the injury. Taken out by an overly aggressive slide from a runner trying to steal third base, Chris’s left knee was a shattered mess. Torn ACL. Surgery. A full year of rehab with less than desired results. And then… released. Suddenly, the once golden, “can’t miss” prospect was on the outside, looking in.
No other major league teams were willing to take a chance on him, so he’d wound up here. The Greenville Bluesmen. A woefully bad independent team in a woefully bad independent league. The Bluesmen wasn’t a team where dreams went to die; the Bluesmen was a team where dreams were already dead on arrival.
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“Shiloh, why do you insist on teasing that poor boy?” Faith said to her friend. “The way he’s staring at your titties, a sharp line drive might take his head off!”
Shiloh stood up and arched her back, pushing her chest out provocatively. “I’m not teasing, I’m advertising,” she shot back. “Maybe I’m looking for someone pretty who knows how to handle his bat, and appreciates a great set of titties. Which these are!" She gave her titties a shimmy-shake. "Besides, that is the prettiest boy this team has signed all season!”
Shiloh gave Chris a good, long look. She was feeling exceptionally horny these days. Tommy Joe had been gone for two weeks to training camp at LSU, and he probably wouldn’t be home until after the football bowl season ended in January. There was no way she could survive that long on her vibrator alone. She needed another way to get through this long, hot summer from hell in Greenville, Mississippi.
After high school, Shiloh had given community college a try, but she just wasn’t into it. With Tommy Joe gone on a full ride scholarship, she was bored and unmotivated. She dropped out and got a dead-end job at the Dollar Tree, just killing time until TJ signed a fat contract and married her.
“Oh please, you little whore,” Faith laughed. “You’re not really gonna fuck that boy and risk losing TJ, are you? Because if you are, why don’t you just let me take TJ now? I can hold out for that giant-ass payday down the road!”
Shiloh smacked Faith on the shoulder. “How’s TJ gonna know who I’m fucking all the way from Baton Rouge?! Besides, it's not like he isn’t dipping his stick into some hot Tiger pussy every night!”
“So, what makes you think he’s gonna marry you, then?” Faith asked.
“Love!” Shiloh answered. “He has been madly in love with me since the first time I sucked his cock way back when we were freshmen at Greenville Central!”
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Chris had a great night on the field. 3 for 3 at the dish, including a home run, and threw out a runner at the plate on a relay from left field. The Bluesmen still lost, 12-3.
Now, it was a half hour until closing time at Spectators Sports Bar and Grill. The music blared as SportsCenter played silently on half a dozen big screens. Chris and five other teammates were nursing their beers and sharing a large plate of cheese fries. No one ate steak on an independent ball salary. They hashed out the night’s game and lied to themselves about their prospects of getting back to affiliate ball. Chris was just standing up to head out when the door opened. Red and white stripes. Blue short-shorts. He sat back down.
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“I can’t believe you’re seriously gonna stalk that boy!” Faith said as they entered Spectators. “You are such a little whore!”
“I’m just gonna tease him a little more,” Shiloh promised. “Let’s see how riled up I can get him!”
They sat on stools at the bar, making sure the ballplayers had a good view of them. “A couple of Miller Lites,” Shiloh told the bartender.
“What are you gonna to do if he comes over here?” Faith asked.
“What do you mean ‘IF’?” Shiloh shifted on her seat, giving the ballplayers a better view of her well stuffed blouse. “You saw the way he was watching us the whole game. I give it three minutes before he’s right here. I hope he picks a good wingman for you!”
Faith laughed. “I don’t care how horny you are. I’m not sleeping with some low-rent Aaron Judge wannabe just so you can get laid!”
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Chris turned to his shortstop. “Hey, Super Mario! C'mon, I need backup.”
Mario and all the other players hooted and laughed loudly. “Okay, why not? Her friend looks mighty fine. But just so you know, you may have gone 3 for 3 tonight, but you are about to STRIKE. OUT!!”
More hooting.
"No chance!" Chris shot back. "You’re gonna be bunking on Tito's couch tonight, because our place is gonna be OCCUPIED!"
Mario and Chris picked up their beers and headed toward the bar.
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“Incoming!” Faith nudged Shiloh.
“Told ya!” Shiloh nudged back, grinning. “With two minutes to spare!”
Chris and Mario took seats at the bar. Introductions were made. “Didn’t I see you two at the game tonight?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, we were there,” Shiloh said, coyly. “Girl’s night out. You played great. Really had some good wood out there.”
Chris almost spit out his beer. “Uh, thanks. I’ve been told I can make magic with my bat.”
Shiloh laughed. “Really?” she asked. “I think I’d like to see that.”
Just then, Faith decided to throw cold water on the building fire. “Shiloh is engaged to Tommy Joe Burns,” she bragged. “Maybe you’ve heard of him?”
“Really? Congratulations.” Chris told Shiloh. “He’s really moving up in the Heisman Trophy talk. Great quarterback. Is he from around here?”
Shiloh started to open her mouth, but Faith cut her off. “Graduated from Greenville Central. They’ve been together since freshman year. As soon as he graduates and signs a contract, they’re getting married!”
“Any of my other life details you want to blurt out?” Shiloh said, slightly annoyed.
“Well, that’s great,” Chris said. “I wish you well. I hope he avoids the injury bug.” Chris was lamenting his own failed career.
Shiloh wanted to steer the conversation back on track. “He’s off in Baton Rouge now. I’m here all alone for the next five months.” She looked Chris square in the eyes. “All. Alone.”
Just then, the bartender made the announcement, “Closing time! Last call!”
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Ten minutes later, all of the ballplayers were on the sidewalk, getting ready to head home. Shiloh and Faith were standing with Chris and Mario. “I hate how everything closes up so early in this town,” Shiloh complained. “Eleven o’clock and nowhere to go!”
Chris took his shot. “I’ve got some cold beer at my place. Wanna come have one and maybe play some Nintendo? I think my roomie was gonna hang out with the guys.” Chris gave Mario a sideward glance. Mario got the message.
“What about you, Faith?” Mario asked, hopefully. “Any plans?”
“Nope.” Faith shot him down. “Going home. ALONE.”
“Hey, Tito!” Mario called after the other players. “Can I hitch a ride with you?”
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Back at his apartment, Chris grabbed the last two beers in the fridge and sat on the couch with Shiloh. He picked up the Nintendo controllers and handed her one. “I’ve only got a few games,” he told her. “MLB The Show, Madden NFL… what sounds good?”
“I’m pretty sick of football,” she said. Then her voice turned seductive. “And football players. I’m thinking of trying some new sports.” Shiloh put down her game controller. She leaned over and put her hand on Chris’s crotch. “I’ve heard these new joysticks are much more fun.”
Shiloh stroked Chris’s cock through his shorts and felt it hardening. She sat up and pulled her blouse up over her head. A sheer lace bra held her full, curvy breasts in place. Reaching back for Chris’s cock again, she let him pull her bra straps off her shoulders and slide it down to her waist. Chris admired her tits for just a minute before cupping them in his hands and squeezing. He pinched her nipples and felt them harden in his fingers. Leaning in, he gently flicked them with his tongue before lightly biting them.
Shiloh’s head fell back and she moaned. “Ohhhh, that feels so good!” She let him continue playing with her nipples, switching between pinching, licking and sucking. Chris managed to get her bra unhooked and tossed it aside. Still sucking on her tits, he unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper, before sliding them down over her knees to her ankles. Shiloh slipped out of her flip flops and kicked off her shorts. All that was left were her lace panties, which she also pulled off.
Working his way down from her breasts, Chris licked her belly and did a little tongue dance in her navel. Shiloh’s breathing got heavier as he made his way down to her closely trimmed runway. Sinking down to his knees, Chris put his head between her legs and took a deep breath. The smell of her sex made the hard on in his shorts ache to be free. He ran his finger across her moist pussy lips and caressed them, spreading them apart. Then he carefully licked inside of her vagina, tasting the ever-increasing flow of juices.
Shiloh moaned again and started moving her pelvis up and down, lost in the pleasure of Chris’s tongue. Chris took his middle finger and felt around for Shiloh’s clitoris. Feeling around the hood that kept it sheathed, he pressed harder, causing her to gasp.
“Oh, fuck! Lick my clit,” she whispered. “That feels so good!”
Chris moved in with his tongue and swirled it around her clit. It tasted so good to him. He spit on it a little bit to get it moister, then wrapped his lips around it and gave it a very light bite with his teeth. Shiloh jerked her hips as the feeling hit her. “Yes, baby, do that again!!”
Chris obliged and Shiloh kept shaking. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up!” she told him. “I haven’t had a good orgasm in a month!” She grabbed Chris’s head and pulled him harder into her mound. His tongue kept at it, sliding over her now raging clitoris with a rhythmic pulse.
Shiloh’s hips began shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm rolled over her. “Ohhh my God!” she cried. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!!” She transitioned straight into her second orgasm and then her third. Chris was relentless with his tongue as Shiloh’s juices flowed over his lips and face. Finally, she begged him to stop.
Chris lifted himself up a bit and kissed her tummy, soaking it with her juices. He smiled at her as she lay spent on the couch.
“You’ve definitely got big league potential,” Shiloh panted. “You hit that one out of the park!” She grabbed Chris by the hair and pulled him up toward her, kissing him deeply and tasting herself on his lips.
“I might go 3 for 3 again before the end of the night,” Chris told her. He stood up and pulled off his shorts, revealing a massive hard on. “Let’s see how you handle the bat.”
Shiloh sat up on the edge of the couch as Chris stood in front of her. His cock bounced up and down in front of her face. She spit on her hands and rubbed them together, then took his cock in both hands. She began stroking and twisting her wrists around it. “Hey, battah, battah, battah…” she teased him. “Swing!” she moved it from side to side like she was really swinging a baseball bat.
Then she opened her mouth and took in his purple knob, swirling her tongue all over it. Chris lightly grabbed her ponytail and slid his cock in and out of her mouth. She used her tongue to guide his shaft deeper into her mouth. Chris kept a steady pace, enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet palate. They kept at this for a few minutes until Shiloh pulled back.
Standing up, she pushed Chris down onto the couch, where he laid on his back. “Looks like it’s a two ball count,” she said lustily. Sliding herself between his legs, she started massaging his scrotum, lightly licking it and eventually taking his testicles into her mouth.
“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” he moaned. As she released his balls from her mouth, she started licking her way up his shaft and putting his cock back into her mouth.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth, or fuck me first and then cum in my mouth?” she asked him, hoarsely.
“First in your mouth,” he groaned. “Then I’ll fuck you on my next at bat.
Shiloh swallowed Chris’s cock again and started sliding him in and out quickly while stroking up and down with both hands. Chris felt his knees going weak and his cock jerking quickly and growing in her mouth. Just when he couldn’t take anymore, he shot his cum deep into Shiloh’s mouth. Warm ropes of sperm filled her mouth and spilled out onto his shaft and balls. Shiloh swallowed it all expertly, lapping up the excess and showing Chris her cum covered tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed the rest.
They sat on the couch together and finally drank their now warm beer. “Do you suck the quarterback like that?” Chris asked her.
“He doesn’t swing as big a stick as you do, but he’s definitely good at staying in the pocket,” she smiled.
“Okay, I’m not even sure what we’re talking about anymore!” Chris laughed. “Must be nice, knowing your guy is gonna be set for life soon. And I guess, so are you.”
“I’d be crazy to walk away from that.” Shiloh said, deep in thought. “I know he loves me, but he’s just never here. Football keeps him busy eleven months out of the year. I know he’s fucking other girls, and who can blame him? He’s Tommy Joe Fucking Burns, quarterback stud. Every girl in the SEC wants to fuck him. But he always comes back to me.”
Chris took a swig of his beer. “So, if he can do it, you figure you can too?”
“It’s not like I’m fucking every guy on the team!” Shiloh protested. “You’re the first guy besides TJ that I’ve been with in two years!”
“Well, just warning you, guys don’t think that way. When he fucks around, it doesn’t mean anything. When you fuck around, it’s cheating.”
“Okay, well fuck that!” Shiloh protested. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I can’t just sit around and play with myself for eleven months while he’s off being a football hero!”
“I’m just telling you how guys think. Especially golden boy jocks like that. I know, I used to be one.”
“You were a ‘golden boy’?” Shiloh asked mockingly. “So, what happened?”
Chris lifted his left leg and showed her the scar. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it before. It was ugly; about nine inches long, from above his knee and all the way down to his shin. It looked like a ragged, raw zipper. “This happened,” he said quietly.
Shiloh shut up. “Ouch.”
“I’m working my way back. I figure another year of rehab and I should be able to catch back on with a real club.”
Shiloh didn’t believe it. Chris had a hard time believing it himself. “Shit can change in the blink of an eye,” he said. “That’s what I meant about the injury bug.”
Shiloh was silent for a minute. Finally, she said, “That’s not gonna happen to TJ. He’s very careful.” Then, after another moment’s silence, “Enough of this downer shit! Are you gonna fuck me or not? It’s the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded. Time for you to go deep!”
They moved to Chris’s bed. Shiloh sat on the edge and laid back, with her feet on the floor. Chris started again with his mouth, licking at her vagina to get her wet. It didn’t take long, and he stood up and put the head of his cock against her pussy lips. She guided him in and he started slowly pumping in and out. Shiloh reached down and began rubbing her clit, moaning with pleasure.
Chris picked up speed and started thrusting harder. The noise of their pelvises slapping together was accompanied by the noise of the headboard slamming into the wall.
Chris grabbed Shiloh and flipped her around. She got on her knees and Chris entered her from behind, doggy style. Both of them were breathing heavily as their pace became more frantic. Chris’s cock was in perfect position to hit her G spot and Shiloh was quickly on the edge of orgasm again.
“Do it! Do it! Fuck me harder!” she screamed.
Chris didn’t let up, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him with each thrust. He felt his balls tightening and knew he was close. Finally, with one giant thrust, Chris stopped as he shot his cum deep into her pussy. Shiloh went over the edge at the same moment.
“Oh God!” she screamed, and collapsed on the bed. They both were still for a moment. Finally, Shiloh spoke. “Game over,” she groaned. “That was a walk off win!”
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Chris and Shiloh hooked up twice more in that long, hot summer from hell in Greenville, Mississippi.
After the season ended, the Bluesmen, along with every other team in the league, declared bankruptcy and folded. 250 ballplayers were out of work and the scramble to find new teams was fierce. Chris eventually went home to Middlesex, North Carolina and spent some time as an assistant coach with his old high school team, but was fired after the school learned he was working as a bouncer at a local strip club.
Shiloh stayed in Greenville and waited for TJ to come sweep her off to a land of riches. TJ was drafted with the number three pick and signed a fat contract to play on the west coast. Then, he married a former LSU cheerleader who knew sexual tricks Shiloh could only dream of. Her long hot summer from hell was eternal.
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Two years later, Chris showed up for his 8 p.m. to 4 a.m. shift at The Treasure Club. He was standing in his usual spot, surveying the crowd for potential troublemakers, not paying any attention to the dancers. That thrill had long since worn off. Then he heard the DJ pumping up the crowd. “A’ight guys! Open those wallets and get those tips ready! Some fresh flesh is about to make her Treasure Club debut! Thirty-six double D, five foot four and hotter than the surface of the sun! She is bad... as.... hell! Coming to us all the way from Greenville, Mississippi… GIVE IT UP FOR SHILOH!!!!”
