When we weren't in the swimming pool during the summer months, we were usually down at the community recreational center. It was pretty nice. Outside it had a lot of trees that we could loll under out of the heat and some assorted picnic tables. There were some swings, a sliding board, the obligatory basketball court, and, surprisingly, a well cared for baseball field. Of course, it wasn't regulation; it was a compromise between a softball field and a regular baseball field, but it suited the needs of the neighborhood very well.
Inside the most inviting characteristic was the ice cold air conditioning. There was also a large color TV connected to cable, books and magazines, a computer, old comfortable furniture, CDs and a CD player, and the necessary Foosball table. Sometimes my friends would go outside and smoke a blunt, but I didn't usually partake. I didn't like the effects; it'd make me paranoid and horny. There's a helluva combination for you. I wanted to have sex, but I couldn't trust anybody!
The rec center director was named Charles. He was real young, he had just graduated from college and he was waiting to receive his first teaching position. If I were to describe him, it would be easiest to just call him a tall bronze god (little g). He stood over six feet, his muscles had muscles, and he was so good looking he had grown women hanging off him, whenever I would see him outside of the recreational facility.
The only problem was he had a sharp tongue in his head and he could be such a smart ass when he wanted to be. I mean, we knew it was all in fun, but it would get old after awhile – you know? One day he was going on and on about how we never got any real exercise and how out of shape we all were. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I jumped up and stood in front of him.
"Here," I exclaimed, pushing my body up in his face. "Does this look like I'm out of shape?"
Charles laughed that deep hearty laugh of his. "Miss Sara," he replied. Charles always called me Miss Sara. "I wasn't talking about that kind of shape. I bet you all couldn't even play a baseball game to the completion without having to drop out."
Well, like I said before – sometimes I let my mouth overload my ass, so I go, "You're on. We'll play you all in baseball. Now what's the bet?"
Charles laughed again, as my friends were falling out all over the place behind me saying, "No way!" and "Stop it, Sara!
If you win, I'll take you all out to eat dinner," the young black man explained. "And if we win, you all take my team out to dinner."
"Alright," I declared. "It's a deal." My friends were all moaning and groaning.
The rec director responded, "We'll play in one week's time. You all can use our equipment in the game and to practice with whenever you want." I thanked him and the deal was set. ……….
Well, needless to say my friends were not happy. I think my best friend at the time, Kristine, a real cute little brunette, summed it up best when she said, "Sara, you've really lost your mind this time. The other team is all boys. They're gonna kill us."
I had to admit her assessment was correct based on our practices. Some of the team acted as if they had never seen a baseball, glove, or bat before. And they all threw – gasp – like girls! Haha! We had two guys and they were our pitcher and catcher, so at least we didn't have to worry about that. After our last practice, the team was clustered around me demanding that I apologize to Charles and call the game off.
"No way!" I answered. "Don't worry, I have some secret weapons in mind. And all you girls remember to wear your most revealing mid-riff and the shortest shorts you own."
The day of the game finally arrived and when the team arrived I noticed they had complied with my directions. They all looked very hot! And when they ran, their mid-riffs would fly up revealing their bras. I knew it wouldn't do any good to try to convince any of them not to wear their bras, but at least some of them had chosen really sexy looking ones and nobody was wearing those icky looking sport bras. Man, some of their shorts looked painted on they were so tight and I'm not sure if they were all wearing panties or not, because I just don't see where some of them had any room under their shorts.
The team received it's first surprise when it arrived and discovered Catherine was going to play with us. That's right, Catherine – Mr. Boyd's girlfriend. It turned out she was a gym teacher too and when I explained it to her, she decided she wanted a piece of the action too.
Since it was summer and she had declined to teach summer school, she had a job as a sales clerk at a posh downtown department store in the women's section. The statuesque brunette had arrived directly from work on her lunch hour and had to return to work right after the game, so she was wearing that same short dress she had been wearing the last time I saw her.
She looked awesome. When ever she bent down, her dress was so low cut, you could see all the way down to her beautiful nipples! And she wasn't wearing a bra. I quickly recognized that she had obeyed my suggestions.
Of course I was dressed in my bikini. There was no rule against that, even though when Charles saw it he attempted to claim it was against the rules. I think he had already began to get a glimmer of my plan. This was going to be a cake walk!
The game started and we even had an umpire. One of Charles' staff had volunteered and I really think she didn't appreciate his sense of humor too much, because it seemed as if most of the close calls went our way.
