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Game Day (Softball II) Puffery@prodigy.com For the second time in less than two hours, Carly and I were again both in total terror. My reflex to yell out something - coming or yes - was squelched by Carly slapping her hand over my mouth. Of course she was right. We remained dead silent. The seconds ticked by and amassed first into one minute and then into two. No second knock came. Another three or four minutes past as we lay quietly holding each other tightly. After perhaps ten minutes I slipped up quietly and tiptoed across the room. Peeking ever so slightly out of the corner of the curtain, the doorstep was visible. And no one was there. Moving to the other edge of the window it also appeared all clear. Behind me Carly was slipping back into her robe. Recognizing that the clicking of her high heels would telegraph her departure, good judgment prevailed and she tucked them inside her robe. Less considered however was the cigarette she casually lit before dropping her paraphernalia into her pocket. Being still unclothed I stuck my head out door and there was no one in sight. I turned around to give Carly the all clear signal but found her already by my side. "I'm sure that that was just one of the girls pranking us" she said. While those words seemed relieving to her, they were still a little disconcerting to me. "Do they all I know?" I questioned with a touch of disapproving alarm. "Of course not" she replied tartly. "Just those who checked out the electronic reader board in the motel lobby." God, she was quick. She rendered me speechless again. I just shook my head and chuckled. For a final time I took her in my arms and we kissed. A recent inhale not yet released, I recoiled just slightly at the exhale she shared. Not unpleasant but altogether foreign having never been a smoker. As we slowly parted she couldn't resist a final inspection. Brushing her hand gently along the top of my again erect penis, she said "Can you put that on ice for tomorrow night?" And then sliding quietly out the door she whispered "This was the best night of my life." "Mine too" I replied with absolute conviction as she swayed down the walkway - pumps in one hand and cigarette in the other. Sleep came neither quickly nor easily. I'd just had the unequivocally most fabulous night of sex I'd ever experienced - and with someone who I adored. I could have used a stronger word but was totally unprepared to deal with those implications. Admittedly however it was far more than just lust. That Carly was the girl of my dreams produced ecstasy; that she was just sixteen - AKA jail bait - substantial stomach acid. "Good morning Mr. Alexander. I did your daughter last night. How did you sleep?" - and thank God, then I woke up. I leapt out of bed literally trembling. The dream was so vivid that I could virtually taste the strawberries on my cereal. Clearly some subconscious dissonance was already at play and I had just ten minutes to get dressed and meet the father of my illicit young lover for breakfast. Tom was already in the cafeteria along with Kara's mom. As I said before, both of Carly's folks smoked so that's the section that I found them in. He made that obligatory "I hope you don't mind" gesture and again I claimed indifference. As long as it was just him I was indifferent but when Kara's mom nodded permission to bum one of his Marlboro Reds, my interest increased. She mouthed some explanation like she was a reformed smoker but occasionally still enjoyed indulging herself - particularly out of Kara's line of sight. Since none of the girls were likely to be up for another hour, she apparently felt safe. Her hungry inhale and long withheld exhale belied the occasionalness of the habit. She looked like a closet case to me. We spent the next thirty five or forty minutes discussing the strategy for the day. With one win under our belt, another one this morning and second this afternoon would get us a bye into the finals. The key decision would be when to pitch Carly. Kara's mom - Karen - had scouted both of the teams during our game the night before and felt that we could get lucky and squeeze by the morning opponent and save Carly for the afternoon. That was fine by me as long as I could save her for my twilight doubleheader. I, however, kept that observation to myself. Karen was on her third "occasional" cigarette when three of the girls entered the room. She was obviously watchful in the fact that she crushed it out in a hidden ashtray on the bench beside her nearly that same instant. There was clearly a story here but it wasn't the story of the moment. We completed the conversation on the line ups and agreed to positions. With me there I'd take over my old spot at third and Tom would coach first. That would again leave Karen free to wander to the other fields and do a little mid-game scouting. Karen and Tom both drove vans big enough to convoy the entire team between them. I watched from my rebuilt Mustang as they piled in. Carly and Lisa were the last two out and they waved her dad off and headed over in my direction. My heart started pumping. Lisa opened the door and Carly slipped in the middle with Lisa following - the door slamming behind her. The two vans each tooted their horns and I fell into line behind them for the five minute drive to the field. I had a thousand things to say to Carly but not with my sister sitting there. Checking the back seat I realized that I'd left my glove in the room, honked the caravan to a standstill just before exiting the lot, and ran back to get it. There it was on the table - right next to the unopened box of condoms. What an instant mood changer. Returning to the car, the girls, taking advantage of their private chauffeur, were sharing their final cigarette for the foreseeable future. The white filter said it was Lisa's but the red lipstick stain was all Carly. As if I didn't already have enough distractions going on. Conversation was noticeably limited and all attempts slightly stilted. I did slant the passenger mirror however so that I could watch them smoke. When the ice was finally broken, Lisa did it up right with "I think you guys will make a great couple." We shared a quick glance and a wink. "That's great that you do but I'm a little more concerned about some other folks - like Carly's parents for instance." I responded. "Don't overworry" was Carly's simple reply. By some unwritten code of conduct neither Carly nor Lisa ever really looked in my direction which permitted Carly to lightly cup her left hand over my crotch. It didn't take two seconds to fill it as she remained totally silent. Gently massaging, she said "it's still just our secret - the three of us." "The three of us and whoever knocked last night" I amended. The girls piled out of the car as I remained inside to allow the swelling to decline. It was a shame that Carly couldn't have completed the job, but there were certain to be more opportunities before long. Concerned that I would soon be missed I rearranged my underwear a bit and emerged hopefully looking totally the picture of calm. I fell into my old routine of hitting lazy flies for the outfielders. Tom conducted infield drills while Carly warmed up Amy. They were our battery with Carly replacing Amy behind the plate when she wasn't herself on the mound. To give you some idea of the difference, Carly delivers a sixty MPH riser while Amy settles for 35 MPH drifters on a good day. We'd be really lucky if we could get through this morning round with a win. We won the flip and were the home team so as the girls took the field I retired to the stands to watch. I sat down next to Mrs. Alexander who had quite recently lit a Camel Light 100. Sitting downwind I basked in the fragrance which had engulfed me the previous evening. Her efforts to politely exhale in some other direction were defiantly counteracted by the persistent summer breeze. I'm not going to do a full play-by-play but there are some highlights worth sharing. Our opponents got a couple of runners aboard in the top of the first but a nice play at second by Lisa forced the third out at second just ahead of the runner heading for home. Our half of the inning was uneventful. Three up and three down. That meant that Carly would be leading off the second. A two out triple and a wild pitch found us down by one when Carly came to the plate. Carly took a ball and then slapped the next pitch to deep right center. As she rounded second I raised my hands to signal her to hold and she obediently scampered successfully back into second. Strategically with no one out, attempting to steal third would be inadvisable but she clearly so intended. I steadfastly put the hold sign up yet she continued to dance well off the base. When the pitcher uncorked a wild one she needed no encouragement arriving at third standing up. "Happy to see me?" she greeted me with. "Look down to see and you'll embarrass us both" I replied. We both remained expressionless and kept the conversation inaudible like any good coach and player would. The nagging voice in the back of my head wouldn't subside. Finally I whispered "Am I going to regret not wearing a condom last night?" "You know you were a little careless last night cowboy. No protection" she responded rather matter-of-factly. The degree of difficulty of remaining expressionless just became tenfold. "Shit" I muttered "You could of thought of that last night yourself. It isn't that time is it?" I questioned pleadingly. "Well, actually it is" she continued coolly "but since I've been on the pill for the last six weeks or so I'm not too concerned." "Bitch" I whispered into her ear. An endearment that was to become quite a regular. The bitch and the cowboy. On the next pitch Lisa singled her in to tie the game up. It was a real struggle trying to coach and at the same time never wanting to take my eyes off Carly. With no one yet out she recognizes an opportunity to disappear unnoticed. I saw her get something out of her bag and slip into the Ladies Room. I got hard thinking about her smoking. I got harder picturing her probably playing with herself. Only a hard single to right and Lisa rounding second got me back in the game. We took a two to one lead and held it until the top of the seventh - more on good D than on good pitching - when they tied it up. With one out in the bottom of the inning, Carly came up with that killer look on her face. She waited patiently for her pitch and on a two and one count laced it over the left field fence. She slowed perceptibly rounding third and this time she got a solid pat on the ass. As she touched home for the winning run I followed her down the line and was one of the first to congratulate her. I hugged her in as restrained a manner as I could manufacturer. The second game was all Carly from the mound. We won by six or seven runs. I really don't remember. The good news was that we'd now have the evening off with two opportunities tomorrow to take it all. With our morning opponent coming out of the loser's bracket, they'd have to knock us off twice to win the tournament. The rest of the day was less pleasant than you might imagine. I just wanted to be alone with Carly and instead I'm sitting around with her dad planning the next day's strategy. The girls are warned to take it easy in the swimming pool because softball and swimming don't mix well. Different muscle sets. The good news there is that the girls ended up just lounging around the pool in their bathing suits. Several were fairly attractive but only one drew my attention. Lisa was really cool about the situation and would occasionally play the role of "third" so that our conversations had some camouflage. The plan was pretty much carbon copy and we decided that spending too much time around each other during the evening might just arouse suspicions. After a fairly early dinner I excused myself and went back to the room to wait anxiously for the witching hour. At barely eight o'clock I was surprised to hear someone at the door. I feared it Tom, prayed it Carly, and was satisfactorily relieved to find it only my sister. She was so excited she could barely contain herself. "Do I have a story for you" she started. "Do you have a beer for me?" I did and subsequent to retrieving a slightly cooled Bud, a plastic bathroom cup, and the ashtray that she would obviously soon request, she calmed slightly. I shrugged a "So let's have it." "Where do you think Carly is right now? she asked clearly rhetorically. Again I shrugged as she now took the time to fish a Marlboro Light 100 out of the pack in her pocket. Her hand perceptibly shaking I took the lighter from her and offered it back to her ignited. Both hands drooping at her sides she leaned forward and sucked the flame to the awaiting tip. Once lit she exhaled around the cigarette still so tightly gripped by her lips. Taking another deep drag she removed the cigarette while executing a simultaneous nose and mouth exhale. Smoke still emitting, she finally continued with an apparent anticlimactic "With her folks." Continuing the Q&A she then asked "And what do you suppose she's talking to them about?" Of course the answer to her own question awaited another prolific puff. Again amid bursts of smoke she finished "Spending the night with you!" That got my attention. "You're telling me that she's telling them about us? That's what you're telling me? Jesus Christ she's even crazier than I thought. Who're they going to kill first - her or me" I concluded, now my opportunity for rhetoric. I would have carried on longer but again came another knock on the door. It sounded familiar. I hoped to hell it was familiar. It was Carly still in her shorts and tank top and carrying her travel bag. She walked in with a smile and said "Don't I at least get a hello, I'm glad you're so early or something?" Then sniffing smoke she turned to see Lisa "Oh company I see. You blew my cover didn't you, sweetie?" "Hello, I'm glad you're so early, and what the hell are you doing here now? Did you really tell your folks?" I challenged. ""Relax" she said as she made herself comfortable. Scanning the room she located the second ashtray and placed it by the corner of the small sofa. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her cigarettes - two packs of Camel Light 100's tonight - and put them down next to the ashtray along with her fancy lighter. Still saying nothing she shook out a cigarette, pulled it from the pack adroitly with her lips, ignited the lighter, and slowly brought the two together. Turning toward me she open her mouth in a perfect circle so I could watch the smoke dive deeply into her lungs. After maybe a five count she inhaled directly at me. Maintaining silence she repeated this precise exercise several more times. "I'm spending the night" she announced. "And I'm not" announced third wheel Lisa, already heading for the door with beer and cigarette still in hand. "Have a good time, y'awl" she drawled salaciously as the door closed behind her. As for me, I guess you'd call it gulping - that little reaction when your Adam's Apple bobs like it's Halloween. "Your staying the night" I repeated like a well trained parrot. "Ya" she continued "it doesn't work for me not to be honest with my parents. Mom's known for a long time that I had the hots for you. She's even the one that pointed out to me that you had a smoking fetish which of course just made me like you more. That little act at Spring Break was carefully orchestrated. We both caught you watching. So anyhow when I told her a couple of months ago that I was going to offer you my virginity, she was fine with it. Better someone she likes and trusts than some slime. That's when we went to the GYN and got me on the pill. "You're telling me that your mom knew that you were going to sleep with me last night?" I asked in quiet disbelief and then watched in silent appreciation as she double pumped and triple exhaled. And on further reflection "And you're telling me that I was your first? Really?" "One thing at a time. I didn't exactly tell her. More like broad hinting that the moment was coming. She did figure it out though when she went to my room last night to bum a pack of cigarettes and couldn't find me. It was her at the door and the knock was just her way of saying that I'd better get back to the room. It wasn't disapproval - just kind of a be careful So tonight the three of us had dinner together. I just decided to come completely clean. I told them that I seduced you last night. Dad was a little surprised but then put together that little episode at the door and started to roar. And yes, you popped what was ever left of my cherry from all of the sports I've played." "So what did they say?" I persisted. "Do they think I'm some cradle robber?" "Oh for God's sake no. They know that I'm no child and they don't treat me like one. Sometime I'll tell you the whole story (See Carly Starts) but in brief on my thirteenth birthday they pretty much affirmed that they'd support any and all decisions that I make as long as they're well thought out and I'm honest with them." Taking a final draw, stubbing out the cigarette, and emphasizing her words with thick rushes of smoke, she finished "That's how I started smoking. Why should fucking be any different? So I said to dad 'Don't you think I'd get a better night's sleep if I go over to Joey's room shortly after dinner, mess around early, and then just sleep the night in his arms?' 'What do we tell the girls in your room?' he asked. 'The truth might be a good idea' I responded. 'After all they all pretty much know. I've told them for over a year that I would give myself to Joey at the first good opportunity.' He was a little frazzled but after a few minutes he said 'we raised you to be responsible - and your mother now informs me you've been on the pill for several weeks - so I can't see any reason to argue. We'll see you at breakfast.'" "Well I'll be God Damned" was all I could get out. Shaking my head I moved closer on the couch and we entwined. But only for a moment. "I'm sorry Joey. I'm not quite ready" she announced and with that picked up her bag and went into the bathroom. Expecting her back momentarily I must have waited a good ten minutes. Boy was it worth the wait. Hair now down to her shoulders, eye make up and fresh lipstick, those provocative red heels, and a white lace nightie stretched out over her gorgeous breasts. My penis which had taken a little rest was back at full attention. As I was about to pick her up and onto me in a standing position she pushed me back onto the bed. 'Lie on your back cowboy' she said and who was I to argue. She walked back over to the sofa and then returned to me with an unlit cigarettes dangling provocatively. She pressed her right leg next to my left and threw her left over to the other side now straddling me. In slow declination she captured my throbbing dick in her moist pussy. Deeper and deeper I penetrated as she came to rest astride me. She flinched perceptibly - that little moan of pleasant pain - feeling my cock practically drilling through her. And then she flicked her lighter and the tip of her cigarette glowed brightly in the dimly lit room. She rode me up and down and all the while drawing hard and frequently from her dangling cigarette - and mostly exhaling through her nostrils. It was more than I could stand. Less cautious than the night before I bellowed out "YES" as I thrust myself upward and in turn her skyward. Her expression confirmed that in my ecstasy I was not alone. We made love twice more that evening but as Carly predicted did also enjoy a good night's sleep. Of course morning brought on renewed passion and yet another encounter. We dressed quickly knowing that we should be at breakfast by seven thirty. She grabbed a quick cigarette before we left the room knowing that her opportunities would likely be limited over the next few hours. As it turned out however we joined her folks in the smoking section for breakfast and since she was not yet in uniform she could still smoke. She exploited the opportunity to nicotine load to the tune of another three cigarettes in a half hour. No one seemed quite sure how to address us that morning. "How'd you sleep" sounded a little suspect and "How'd you fuck? a little forward. Mostly no one said much - just smiled. And admittedly no one smiled much more than me. The strategy for the day had been determined and it was much as yesterday. Pitch Amy, the second stringer, in the first game and then throw Carly if we needed a second. Only Carly didn't like the plan. She was pumped and ready to go. We reverted to player and coach when we got to the field. She was one of the girls who shagged the flies I was hitting. She helped me pick up the loose balls as we finished and said "I'm so chapped that I can barely walk. You gave it to me big time last night, big boy" she grinned. Of course all that did was make me want to give her more. Unfortunately we were already packed up and checked out of the hotel so there were no definitive plans for tonight. I was suppose to head back down to Columbia after the last game. And fortunately for all of us the last game came quickly. We took an early four run lead and held it into the top of the seventh. With the tying run on second and no outs however Tom decided to go for the clincher. He brought Carly in to try and pitch us out of the inning and that's what she did. A strike out, a pop up to short, and weak grounder right to Kara at first and game was history and we had our first championship. Carly got out of her uniform and into civvies in record time - no doubt in order to have a cigarette - since she was already smoking as she emerged from the women's room. She walked across the parking lot to where Tom and I were rehashing the game and planted a long, smoky, and deep kiss on me. My enthusiasm exceeded my embarrassment as I responded in front of her father. Some of the girls wanted to get home early so Tom loaded up the van quickly. Mrs. Alexander had driven up separately so Lisa and Carly had bid a ride back with her. As the only two totally open smokers they much preferred the smoking friendly Toyota Camry to the association mandated nonsmoking van. The four of us agreed to catch a bite before heading out and of course I wanted to claim every moment of Carly's time possible. We found a little sandwich shop and took the outside table since it appeared to be a smoking hostile environment - particularly for a couple of young smokers. Sitting there and watching Carly and her mother - and yes even Lisa - smoke was another episode of ecstasy. As lunch drew to a close Carly looked at her mother and said "You know that school's out and I really have nothing I have to do tomorrow?" I grinned from ear to ear in instant anticipation. I didn't have to wait long. "How about if I go down to Columbia with Joey and look around a little. I may eventually want to go there you know? You wouldn't mind going back alone with my mom, would you Lisa?" "Carly, you don't have to play me like a harp. I know what you're up to. If it's okay with Joey, it's okay with me. You'll be back when - Tuesday or Wednesday?" "Ya" was all I could say "we'll be back when." Of course it was okay with me. Now with Missy, that might be quite another question. |
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