10:12 A.M
Strolling through the park, 18 year old Britney Leanne Foxx enjoyed the bright sunny day.
Wearing bright yellow stretchy pants that ended at her calves, and a white tank that exposed her belly button and firm abs, she felt alive.
Forsaking panties her pussy had a well defined camel toe expressing through her leggings. A thin white bra kept her breasts hidden. Yet thin enough to affirm that the breeze was exciting her nipples.
Dark sunglasses, sandals, and a yellow ponytail band finished off her attire.
Wandering she noted children playing on swings and merry-go-rounds. Still the park was never ending and there was plenty of wide open spaces to avoid discovery.
As she continued on the sidewalk before her she heard a noise coming from behind. On a skateboard rolled her brother's friend, 18 year old, "Eddie Styles" aka merely Styles.
"There you are." She grinned.
"Sorry. My Dad's weekend with me. Had to help him load up the truck for softball practice."
"Don't you want to go watch him play?"
"We can for awhile. I can show you off."
"You can tell him I'm your girlfriend if you want." She teases.
"I like that idea. Wanna go steady?"
"Noooooooooo! But, I'll play along. I can't act too sexy though. The team might get jealous."
He admires her ass. The stretchy pants hugged her every curve dipping deep within her butt crack.
"Hell my Dad might whistle at that ass." He chuckles.
"Would that upset you?"
"No. Might be funny. Bunch of guys my dad's age though. Probably no one is under 35 and up." He scratches his head.
"That's okay. I love teasing older men." She wiggles her eyebrows.
He found that strange.
"For somebody who put up a fight about losing a bet, you sure seem eager to be slutty these days."
"Blame my dufus brother. I've always loved sex but on my own terms. Now that I've agreed to get through this bet it's opened my eyes to a new world. Being slutty is kind of fun."
"Awesomeness! I'm glad. I have tons of ideas." He chuckles.
"Do tell." She awaits with zest.
Eddie pulls a small back pack from his shoulders and unzips it. He reaches inside and pulls out a dog collar and a long leash. He grins dangling it in front of her.
"Ohhh, so now you think I'm a dog?" She smirks with sparkling eyes.
"Never! But, my mom and dad used to be into all that freaky stuff. I thought maybe we could steal a few ideas from them."
She picks up the collar and examines it. It was thick leather and had spiked studs embedded within.
"I say we do this after the softball practice. Your dad might ask questions." She suggests.
He points out dramatically, "Or, He might pat me on the back and yell, THAT'S MY BOY!"
She smiles at his playfulness, "The other players might freak out and put your dad on the spot. Don't you think?"
"Maybe. I know most of the guys though. All they do is talk about sex and getting drunk. I doubt it would be a shock. If anything it will get them talking."
"This is part of your 48 hours to control me. I guess I have no say in this. I'll obey if that's what you really want to do."
"I'll hold off on the leash until later. I'll get a feel of the team before I bring it out."
She sighs, "Good call. I'm not saying I don't like the idea of you leading me on a leash." She offers a brilliant smile before sticking her tongue out at him.
"Man! I'm glad your brother invited us over the other day. You are the coolest."
"Sexiest. Sluttiest." She adds.
"How can you not be the most popular girl in school?" He wonders.
"Maybe because I never showed off like I have lately. I mean, I talk to a lot of guys but I still kept things casual. I think after yesterday though I might find it harder to remain what others used to think of me."
"That's for sure. You were the talk of the halls at school."
"Good or bad?" She giggles biting a nail.
Styles laughs out of irony, "Both. Good with the guys and most girls. But, we both know there are the bible crowd. Heck, I even heard a few of them sinning out loud."
"I'll convert them to the dark side." She grins evilly.
"Let's get going. Dad's practice is on the other side of that batch of trees." He motions with his chin while putting the leash back in his bag.
Gathering up his skateboard they begin walking across a long stretch of grass to reach the row of trees. A short path through the shrubbery around them they reached the ball diamond.
They stop to survey the situation.
"That's my dad over there wearing the "Cubs" t-shirt and ball cap."
"Wow! He's cute." She giggles.
"Yeah, yeah." Eddie rolls his eyes.
"Seven guys. I thought there were nine positions." She frowns.
"Either running late or can't make it. Who cares."
"There's two of us. We can offer to be the other players."
He scowls, "I'm not into baseball."
"Neither am I. But this could be fun. Me wiggling all around the bases. Them fumbling the ball just to watch my ass. I could remove my bra and put it in your bag." She laughs.
"Let's not be obvious too soon. Let's work up to things. Come on." He sits his bag and board down in the grass and takes her hand. She grins at his holding hands idea.
Walking up to the dugout Eddie waves at his dad at first base. His dad tilted his hat up and offered a puzzled grin.
The pitcher spotted them and stopped his throw to look over at Eddie's dad, "Gary".
"Yo, Gary? You need a minute?"
Gary Styles jogs over to the dugout.
"Who is this? My son with a girl? I thought you were gay." He teases his boy.
Before Eddie could reply Brit jumps in with, "CERTAINLY NOT GAY."
Gary is taken back by her statement watching her hug his sons arm.
"Well that settles that. Who have we here?" Gary probes.
"This is Britney. My friend Lance's older sister. She's 18."
"Girlfriend or friend?" He chuckles.
She offers a hiss of excitement, "We shall see."
Eddie perks up fighting a blush. He liked this situation.
"Don't embarrass me Dad."
"That's what Dad's are for. Nice meeting you Britney. At least I know my son knows how to pick 'em. You're quite a looker."
She feigns a blush of her own, "Awww! Thank you, Gary. I notice your team only has seven players."
He rubs the back of his neck, "Couple guys were too hung over to make it. Happens to the best of us."
"Can we watch you play?" She smiles devilishly at him.
In his perverted mind Gary wondered the same of watching her play. With herself that is. He stammers looking obvious of his thought. She caught on instantly.
Trying to keep it cool Gary puckers, "Sure. Have a seat. We're just getting warmed up. I'll introduce you to everyone in a bit."
He glances over her body just before turning away to return to first base.
Brit pulls Eddie into the dugout and sits with him on the bench.
"Your dad stripped me with his eyes. Did you notice?" She giggles.
"Yeah. Obvious as hell." He frowns.
"Did you not want this to happen?" She creases her brow.
"I'm just trying to keep us from looking too obvious that you're teasing. So far you haven't done anything and the whole bunch is watching us right now."
"Good." She pecks him on the cheek shocking him.
He grins at her just as she jumps up and sits in his lap sideways and wraps her hands around his neck. She hugs him tightly then looks back at the players. She wanted Eddie to feel a part of this was about him.
The batter kept missing the pitch, looking back at them after every swing. The catcher in turn bellowed, "The field is that way, Carlos."
Everyone chuckled including Carlos. Finally, the Hispanic gent hit the ball which fouled out backwards over the dugout fence. As they all looked behind them Brit leaped up and raced away. The entire seven watched her wiggle around the dugout and retrieve the ball in the grass. She made certain to bend over with her ass facing them. She swivels in her step raising the ball over her head to yell out, "I got it."
Running back around the fence she sprints out to the pitching mound to hand it to the pitcher.
"Here's your balls. I mean ball." She giggles faking another blush.
The pitcher smirked, "My balls were in your hand. My ball I mean. Thanks kid."
She lifts her sunglasses and glares at him, "Do I really look like a kid?"
Turning away she wiggles even harder back toward the dugout. She rejoins Eddie who shook his head. The pitcher literally repositioned his crouch in front of everybody.
"There's one erection." She chuckles leaning on Eddie's arm.
The team continue to play to the best of their ability for ten minutes. Brit in her boredom got up and paced the dugout. Eddie joined her by leaning with his fingers gripping the mesh fence.
"Wanna leave?" He offers.
"No. I want to terrorize these guys." She pauses frustrated.
His eyes flared up, "Really that important?"
"Yes! I feel like they're losing interest." She frowns, "I can't have that."
She leaves Eddie and steps from the dugout and waits until there was a lull in their activity. She approaches the Catcher.
"Can I play? I've never really tried. It looks fun."
The Catcher stands up stretching and looks to the Batter, "Let her hit a couple, Pete."
The man hands her his bat and steps back motioning her to get into position. He watches her bend her knees and lightly crouch. Her ass was beautiful he thought.
"Hold on." Pete spoke, "You have to choke higher on the bat. Part your feet more."
"Show me." She smiles at him slyly.
He gets behind her and leans around her body to guide her palms for a better grip on the bat. Her ass rubs right against his crotch. Instant erection. She wiggled gently over it acting as if getting into a better stance.
Pete looks at the Catcher and expresses a look of, "Oh Hell Yeah!"
Nodding the Catcher called out, "Give her something to hit, Harlan."
"Just don't hit me." She joked wiggling against Pete even harder.
Harlan lobbed a low inside ball which forced her to bend over more and almost stumble forward. Pete grabs her hips to keep her from toppling.
She whines and taps her bat on the ground getting back into position. Pete steps away this time. As Harlan tossed another pitch Brit swings and loses balance falling directly into the Catcher's arms. His arms surrounded her, accidently cupping her right breast with the hand without his mitt. She laughs and looks up at his mask to see him grinning.
"You caught me." She hisses and pats his hand over her tit.
