Gauge and I had been dating for over two years and were still going strong. Gauge was in his senior year of college, and I in the beginning of my junior year. Our schedules were insane; it seemed like we were busy nonstop. I felt like I barely got to see Gauge anymore, but I suppose that's how it went when you were both college students participating in athletic programs.
I pulled my catcher's mask down over my face and squatted behind home plate. We were playing our district rivals today and so far it had been a tough game. We were winning by two points at the moment, but it was the bottom of the 7th, and our opponents had two girls on base; one on first and one on second. We only had one out, so we knew anything was possible.
Our college's baseball team had just joined the crowd, cheering us on loudly. They had just won their game and were hoping for the same outcome for us. Gauge was in the crowd now and I heard him holler out, cheering us on. Our pitcher, and my best friend, Katie, threw two strikes to the batter. Her next pitch came in perfectly and the batter jumped at the chance. I heard the crack of the bat on the ball and saw the ball fly into left field. I knew as soon as it was caught the two girls on base would tag up and be sprinting to the next base. And I also knew that the girl who would be heading to third was VERY fast and would probably try for home.
I was right.
I planted myself in between third base and home and waited as the ball hurdled through the air towards me. The throw was a bit short and I dropped to my knees to catch it- just at the same time that the runner slammed into my left shoulder. I managed to keep hold of the ball, and I heard the umpire shout "OUT!"
That was when it hit me. Searing hot pain flashed through my shoulder and down my arm. I had started to stand up but the pain was enough to buckle my knees again. I clutched at my arm and sat back onto the dirt, tears burning my eyes. Our coaches came jogging out onto the field and knelt down beside me, poking and prodding; only making it worse.
I then heard the only voice that I wanted to hear at that moment, Gauge's. "Babe, you ok?" he asked as he knelt down in the dirt beside me. His face was streaked with dirt, and the remnants of "eye black" was still on his cheeks. His uniform was wet with sweat and had dirt stains all over it. It looked like he had played a hard game.
"This shit hurts..." I muttered in response to his question and he nodded, his eyes worried and solemn. My coach then told me that they needed me to go to the hospital and would call an ambulance. I agreed to going to the hospital but Gauge insisted on driving me there. He had driven his truck to the game. Plus, it would save me the embarrassment of being carted away with flashing lights.
Gauge helped me up onto my feet and we walked off of the field. Even though the game was over, due to that double play, the crowd still remained and clapped as I walked off, making me blush bright red. I hated attention like that. Gauge lifted me into the truck, causing me to grimace a bit in pain.
"You gonna make it, love?" asked Gauge as we headed towards the hospital. I smiled at the question.
"Yes, smart ass, I am sure I will survive," I said in answer and smiled over at him. Over two hours later we walked out of the hospital, my arm in a brand new, very uncomfortable, sling. I had dislocated my shoulder in the collision, and it was fixed now. But damn if it didn't still hurt a whole hell of a lot.
We made it back to the dorm about 10:00 PM and headed straight to Gauge's room. His roommate, Josh, was out for the night so it was just him and I, thankfully. After gathering our stuff we both headed to the bathrooms and showered off, meeting back at his room afterward.
I sighed as I sank down onto his comfortable mattress, and he sank down beside me, cradling me carefully in his arms. He was always so considerate, and it was no different now. He began to kiss me gently, his tongue stroking the inside of my mouth causing me to move into his embrace deeper. His hands stroked lightly down my sides, over my hips and back to cup my ass. I moaned softly as his fingers squeezed my cheeks, pulling them apart slightly.
My good hand snaked up over his chest, tracing the contours of his abs and pecs. A shiver ran through his strong body and I smiled at this. He smiled back at me and leaned down to kiss me again, before rolling over so that I was straddling him and he was on his back.
I could feel his slightly hard cock pressing against my thigh and wiggled a little against it, making him groan softly. I looked down at him, running my tongue across my lips slowly and then leaned down to kiss his neck, and down to his bare chest. Gauge's hands fisted in my hair lightly as I kissed even lower.
When I reached the top of his sweatpants I traced a path along the band of them with my tongue. Gauged twitched a bit as I traced the contours of his hip bones with my tongue and I smiled. I then pulled down his sweatpants, with his help, freeing his straining cock. With only one good hand to work with I pondered how to do this. I got up off of the bed and then knelt down on the floor, giving him a sultry smile. He immediately got the hint and stood in front of me, his cock bobbing enticingly.
