A dozen people sat around a table together in a crowded bar. The games for the night were done and they were tallying up wins and losses.
"So that's 10 points for Greg, eight for Chelsea and," there was a pause, "a whopping two for Ben."
The whole table erupted in laughing and cheering. A tall man in a black hoodie half stood up at one end of the table and gave a little bow while laughing. He had short dark hair and a close-cropped beard.
The woman to his left leaned in as he sat down. "I beat you AGAIN Ben. This is what, the third time in a row?"
"Yeah, that's just because I let you win," he said back with a wink.
"Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that." She winked back then leaned back into her seat, pulling her long blonde hair up over shoulder so she didn't sit on it.
The woman, Lily, turned back to the group and conversation, but Ben kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye - the lines of her cheekbones, the way the light glinted off her full lips, and the promise of her deep neckline as it disappeared into her sweater.
He'd made a point of choosing this seat right next to her, in fact, had made a point of getting as close to her as possible - taking care not to be creepy though - since the start of the season.
Soon people were saying their goodbyes, and it was only Ben, Greg, and Lily left.
"Well, it's probably time to call it a night," said Greg as he put some cash down on the table.
All three stood up pushed in their chairs.
"Actually, I heard there's a Geminid meteor shower tonight. It's supposed to peak in about twenty minutes," said Lily.
"I was going to head out of the city a little ways to check it out. You guys want to come?" She looked first at Ben, then at Greg.
Ben said "sure" immediately, then from behind Lily's back he shook his head at Greg. Greg looked from Lily to Ben, then back at Lily and said "naw I've got to get back to the wife. You guys go ahead though."
Lily and Ben said a last goodbye to Greg, then turned to each other.
"So where should we go?" she asked him.
"I know a great spot." He said. "There's an old baseball park about fifteen minutes from here that would be perfect."
"Cool, then you can drive."
She followed him out of the bar and to the parking lot. He led her to a white SUV and they both got in.
He tried to make small talk on the way there but was too nervous. His hands were jittering on the steering and wheel and his mind was racing. He was concentrating so hard on figuring out how he was going to finally kiss her that he almost missed the turn from the highway.
Ben had to thump on the brakes to make the left - the SUV swerved a little bit and Lily had to brace herself against the door.
Ben grinned sheepishly, "sorry."
"How many drinks did you have back there?" she joked.
He made a show of rolling his eyes, "Enough for you to beat me I guess."
Ben pulled the truck into the field furthest from the highway and parked.
She got out right away and went around to the front of the truck. Ben paused for a minute to try to catch his breath, then he followed her.
She was leaning up against the grill, looking up. "Wow," she said when he joined her.
She watched the lights flitting across the sky but Ben watched her, trying to think of something to say. He'd just opened his mouth when she shifted a bit and said: "I didn't realize how cold it was out here."
Ben said, "I have a blanket in the car, just a second."
He went to the trunk and grabbed a blanket then brought it back to the front. Ben held it up.
"Well that's not very big," she said.
He looked down at it. "Uh yeah. Well, here, you can have it."
Ben held out the blanket, but she didn't take it. "No, it's cold out here. We'll share it," she said.
He put the blanket around his shoulders then held the other half out to her. She moved in close to his side and grabbed the other half of the blanket.
His breathing hitched as he felt the warmth of her body against his.
After a couple seconds, she said, "No that's not working."
The blanket was only covering half of each of them and both agreed they were still cold.
"Here," Lily handed him her half of the blanket then stood in front and leaned back into him, pulling his arms around her and then grabbing the edges of the blanket from him, wrapping it around them both.
"Is that okay?" she asked.
Her head was leaning against his shoulder and he could smell her hair. Her taut, high ass was pressed into his crotch, and with her arms holding the blanket wrapped so tightly around them, his hands ended up on her hips.
He swallowed, "Yeah. That's fine."
She leaned further back into him, he thought to see more of the sky, but the hem of her hoodie lifted up and his hands were suddenly on her bare skin.
He started moving his thumbs slowly around on her skin, in the hollow just inside her hip bones - feeling the soft, smooth skin. He waited for her to stop him, but she didn't. Instead, she closed her eyes and gave out the smallest sigh.
Encouraged, Ben started moving his thumbs in wider circles. She let out a little moan and her hips started moving along with his hands.
Ben could feel his cock stiffening in his pants as her ass rubbed against him.
She moaned again and Ben started sliding one hand up under her shirt, and another under the waistband of her pants. He leaned his head down to her ear and whispered: "is this okay?"
His left hand moved under her bra and cupped her breast, his other hand slip between her legs. She leaned into his hands and breathed out a long "yes".