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Grand Slam Summer

Grand Slam Summer

by geezzer57
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Cast of characters:

Paula, 18 year old just graduated high school

Adam, Paula's 18 year old high school graduate boyfriend

Paula's mother (way over 18 years of age)

The team, junior college baseball players, all 18 or older:

first base: starter Frank, relief Fred

second base: starter Stan, relief Stu

third base: starter Tom, relief Terry

catcher: starter Curt, relief Chris

pitcher: starter Pete, relief Paul

left field: starter Lou, relief Les

center field: starter Chuck, relief Chet

right field: starter Rick, relief Roy

short stop: starter Sam, relief Steve

The players girlfriends: Angie (Chuck's girl), Beth, Maggie, Peggy, Sue, Theresa (all over 18 years old)

CHAPTER 1: INTRODUCTIONS

Paula's single mom had gotten her an IUD for her 15th birthday. She didn't expect her to start having sex quite so soon, but she had filled out her form early, and was attracting a lot of attention from men and boys so anything could happen.

Paula had a boyfriend, who mostly kept his hands to himself. Paula started to think there was something odd about him, since her gal pals kept talking about how their boyfriends had their hands all over them on dates.

Senior prom also happened to be Paula's 18th birthday. She'd had the IUD for three years, and Adam still hadn't even tried to feel her up. The prom itself went okay, she thought, including the slow dances. When it was over, she suggested going to a secluded place to park. Adam looked at the clock, and claimed he had a curfew that would just let him drive her home and get back to his house. She pouted, but resigned herself to another night of playing with herself.

Paula had been a bit of an oddity in school. Consequently, she had relatively few friends of either gender. Adam had seemed interesting and interested at the Sadie Hawkins dance early in their senior year. They had a few study dates, which were all study and no date. They went to a Halloween party together, then a Thanksgiving party. Adam went out of town over Christmas with his family, so no Christmas party or New Year's Eve party together.

Adam's summer job was out in the wilderness, far enough from home he might get back once a month at best. Paula wished him well, and told him she might date other guys. He was fine with that, since he might date other girls.

Paula's summer job was a retail clerk, so she could live at home. She'd start at the local community college to get her footing and try to pick a major, then maybe transfer to a state university to complete a 4-year degree in something.

Paula saw an ad for the community college baseball team schedule when she went to an early enrollment session. She decided to go check them out.

It was a small team, just 18 players. Nine were starters, the rest were designated relief players for each position, with the understanding they could be put in anyplace they were needed. The first game was sparsely attended, mostly relatives of the players. Paula stood out among all the parents, grandparents, and other adults. When the game ended in a victory for the home team, the players mingled with the small crowd. A few had no relatives there, so after saying hi to some of their teammates' relatives, they gravitated to Paula.

She was surprised at the attention from the players.

"You're new to our fan club," one of them commented.

"Yes, first game I've come to," she replied. "I start classes in the fall term."

"Rising freshman, eh?" another player commented.

"Yep," Paula affirmed.

"Got a major in mind?" another asked.

"Not a clue, so I'll take a little of everything to start and see what I like," she answered.

"Most of the team are in the Industrial Technology track, basically glorified shop classes with some academics to broaden our perspectives. We'll get trade certificates and either go work in a factory or apprentice to a trades person," another told her.

"Sounds like you should wind up with steady jobs," she observed.

"That's the theory," one of the players replied. "Everyone needs plumbers and electricians, occasionally also carpenters. Welders can work in factories or construction and do well."

"What do you fellas do when not playing baseball or going to class?" she asked, hoping for something fun.

"A few of us have summer classes, but we all have some sort of job. The more advanced students have apprenticeships, for that valuable on-the-job training in how things really work."

"What do you do for fun?" she asked.

"Baseball is fun. There are some movies worth seeing. Most of us burn enough calories that eating together has become a big deal. What about you?"

"I start a retail clerk job tomorrow," she replied. "It'll keep me busy, put some money in my pocket. I may meet some interesting people."

"We've got a cookout this evening," the pitcher added. "Care to join us?"

"Sounds like fun," she replied. "When, where, and what can I bring?

"My house around five, 4321 Dodge Avenue. You can bring an assortment of chips."

"What kind of chips?" she asked.

"Potato, tortilla, pretzels," he replied. "We usually do a couple of big bags of each type."

"I think I can handle that," she affirmed. "That sounds like it's out a way. Could somebody give me a ride?"

"Sure, where do you live? It's a small town, and we're scattered all over it."

"101 Spring Street," she replied.

"Hmmm...I think Lou's on Autumn, a couple of blocks from you."

"Hey, Lou!" Pete yelled across the bleachers.

"Yeah, Pete," Lou yelled back.

"Come on over here and meet our newest fan," Pete shouted.

"I'm Paula," she said when Lou got to them.

"Hi, Paula," they replied in unison.

"Can you give Paula a ride to the cookout tonight? She's at 101 Spring Street."

"Sure, that's only a few blocks from me. Look for a little red station wagon about quarter til 5."

"Thanks," she replied. "I look forward to meeting the rest of the team and getting to know all of you."

"How are you getting home?" Lou asked.

"Bicycle," she replied with a smile.

"Great, see you later," Lou replied.

CHAPTER TWO: THE COOKOUT

Lou was right on time in his little red station wagon. They chatted as he drove to Pete's house.

Several other team members were already there, helping Pete set up the food and drinks. The rest arrived shortly thereafter. Paula noticed that none of them had a girlfriend along, and started to wonder if she'd been invited for more than just food.

"Don't any of you have girlfriends?" she asked Lou.

"As far as I know, none of us are going steady this summer. There are some casual daters, but most of the girls have odd work schedules so can't make many of these cookouts. How about you?"

"My ex-boyfriend is working way out in the boonies this summer," she began. "Ours was a convenient relationship to have dates for things that needed a date, but nothing more than that."

"Did you ever kiss him?" Lou asked.

"A few times, but he always acted like I'd break if he kissed me too hard, or held me too hard."

"Sounds like not much fun," Lou summarized.

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"Not much fun, but safe," Paula replied. "Sometimes a little too safe."

"How so?"

"I kissed him, never the other way around. Even the slow dances at prom he tried to hold me at arm's length even though I tried to close the gap."

"Way too safe, compared to my limited dating," Lou sympathized.

"Thanks," she replied.

"Come and get it!" Pete yelled to the assembled team plus token groupie.

"I'll introduce you to the rest of the team," Lou said.

"I'm terrible with names," Paula admitted.

"Don't worry, so are most of us," Lou tried to lessen her awkwardness.

They ate, drank, and made merry with a bunch of jokes ranging from the lame to lewd. Paula laughed at all of them, but blushed a bit at the bawdy ones.

"C'mon, guys, let's not embarrass our guest," Lou admonished after a particularly naughty limerick.

"It's okay," Paula said. "I need to get used to more of the real world, which I gather can be pretty nasty."

"You want nasty?" Stan asked as he walked over to face Paula at point blank range.

"Stan, be nice," Pete warned.

"Some of us aren't virgins, just so you know. The rest haven't met the right girl yet," Stan announced loudly enough for all to hear. "I'm guessing you're a virgin too, am I right, Paula?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Hear that, guys? We've got a virgin girl in our midst," Stan announced.

"I'd love to have another virgin," Curt confessed.

"Cool it, guys," Pete ordered.

"It's okay," Paula told them. "My mom got me an IUD for my 15th birthday, and my last checkup showed it still in place. She warned me to also use a condom to protect against disease, though."

"Sounds like you're ready and maybe raring to go," Curt cajoled her.

"I'd like to get to know my next boyfriend before I spread my legs for him," Paula cautioned.

"Well, how about we schedule dates for you with each of us?" Curt suggested.

"Sounds like a busy schedule, 18 athletes in a row," she replied. "What would the batting order be?"

"Guys, give Paula a break," Pete said. "Those of you with even casual girlfriends might want to think twice, since some of them may not take kindly to your dating someone else."

"Aww, Pete, you're no fun at all," Fred scolded. "As for batting order, how about a random drawing of numbers?"

Several other players liked that idea. One nerd had paper and pencil in his pocket, and soon had the numbers written. When all the numbers had been drawn, the order came out:

Stan, Chuck, Terry, Fred, Frank, Chet, Chris, Curt, Rick, Paul, Lou, Roy, Pete, Les, Tom, Sam, Steve, Stu.

"That gets my work cut out for me," Paula said, a bit embarrassed by the implied attention.

"When can we start?" Stan asked.

"I work 10-6 Tuesday thru Saturday," Paula told them. "My mom will wonder if I go out too many nights in a row, so how about Monday, Wednesday, Friday?"

"Sounds like a plan," Stan replied. "What do you like to do on a date?"

"Dinner is always nice," she began. "There are a few movies coming out that I'd like to see."

"How about a drive in the country?" Stan asked.

"Sounds like a waste of gas," she replied, suspicious of Stan's intentions.

"Can I pick you up at work?"

"I'd need to get my bike home, so pick me up there about half past six," she told him.

"It's a date," Stan agreed. "Your condom or mine?"

"Not so fast," she scolded. "How do you know if we'll like each other enough to do anything but eat and talk?"

"I like you already," Stan reassured her.

"I sort of like you," she admitted, "Just not sure if I like you enough to get intimate."

"Ouch," Stan sulked. "Okay, I'll bring a condom just in case."

"Whatever," Paula dead-panned.

CHAPTER THREE: FIRST DATE

Stan was right on time picking Paula up. They went to a burger joint.

"Yeah, I know it's not very romantic, but it's close and the food's good."

"So, what's your life like outside of baseball and school?" Paula asked.

"I've got an apprenticeship at a custom welding shop," Stan replied. "They'll probably hire me as an entry-level full-time employee when I graduate."

"Sounds like a decent job," she replied.

"It pays well, I mostly get to work inside, and the rest of the workers seem like good folks," he told her. "What about you?"

"I just finished high school, working retail this summer. I start college in the fall, totally undecided on a major."

"What do you like to do?"

"Everything and nothing," she replied. "I got good grades all thru school, but nothing really inspired me."

"I like making things, seeing them come together out of smaller pieces," he told her.

"I sort of enjoy jigsaw puzzles," she said.

"What kind of books do you like?" he asked.

"Mostly science fiction, some fantasy."

"Ever thought about becoming a scientist, or a writer, or both? Some of the great scifi writers were scientists or engineers: Asimov, Bradbury, Clarke, Heinlein."

"What I like about scifi is that it assumes a future with sentient life in it. A few stories are dominated by distinctly non-human and sometimes non-humanoid species."

"So maybe a science career to help build that future?" he asked.

"Interesting point," she mused.

They talked until the restaurant closed at 10PM. "I really need to get home," Paula told Stan. "Tomorrow's another work day."

"Okay," he pouted. He drove her home with hardly another word, clearly disappointed that there would be no making out tonight.

"Thanks for an interesting evening," she told him as she unbuckled to leave the car. "You've given me a lot to think about."

"You're welcome," he replied. "Glad I could help."

"Goodnight, Stan," she said as she got out of the car and walked to her home.

"So, how did it go?" her mother asked as soon as she got inside.

"Fine," Paula answered. "Fair meal, interesting conversation gave me lots to think about regarding career plans."

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"Nothing else?" her mother probed.

"Nothing else, mother," Paula replied in a somewhat put-upon tone.

"He didn't get fresh, did he?"

"Only verbally when we set up the date, but I shut him down as best I could. He was well behaved on the date itself," she tried to reassure her mother that she wasn't becoming a slut.

"Got another date with him?" her mother continued the interrogation.

"Not any time soon," Paula replied.

"Got a date with anyone else?" the questioning continued.

"If nobody chickens out, the entire team, one at a time over the next 6 weeks or so," Paula admitted.

"Sounds like you're playing the field, as it were," her mother continued.

"Put that way, yes," Paula realized.

"What will your friends say?" her mother asked.

"What friends?" Paula countered. "Most of the kids from high school barely know I exist."

"Poor baby," her mother consoled, dripping with condescension.

"Come on, mother," Paula moaned. "When was the last time I went to a slumber party? Ten years ago."

"Now, dear, don't pout," her mother chided.

"I'm not pouting, just stating a fact," Paula snarled back. "It's been a long day, I need a nice shower and a good night's sleep."

"Okay, dear, goodnight," her mother ended the conversation.

CHAPTER FOUR: BEING PLAYED BY THE FIELD

The remaining dates went much as the first one had: dinner at an affordable place, long talks about everything under the sun. There was some sexual innuendo from all of the players. A few got a bit more blunt about wanting to see more of Paula, as in more skin.

She went to some of the home games over the six weeks of dating. Her mother went with her once, just to see who she was hanging out with all this time. She didn't find anything alarming about them, so let Paula continue with her dating scorecard.

Her last date happened to be the final game of the season. The team had another cookout, at Tom's house. Paula was of course invited, with the warning that a few of the players' girlfriends would also be there.

There were 5 other girls there besides Paula, so one for every 3 players. It was a lively crowd, lots of jokes of varying degrees of indecency. When the meal was done, and the mess mostly cleaned up, one of the other girls made a suggestion.

"How about a game of spin the bottle?" Maggie asked.

"Seems like an unbalanced group for that," Stan replied.

"All the more action for the girls," Maggie countered. "If a boy spins and gets a girl, they kiss. If he gets a boy, it goes to the closest girl to his right."

Paula wasn't too sure about this, but it could get interesting so she stayed. Besides, she needed Stan to drive her home, and he seemed keen on getting some action tonight.

The sat in a big circle. Lou had an old Twister game spinner that they used to do the pairings. Paula wound up being the first girl to get kissed, and Frank planted a wet one on her. He tried for some tongue, but she clenched her teeth against that bit of excess freshness.

It took a bunch of turns for all the girls to get kissed at least once, by which time Paula had been kissed five times. The guys who had girlfriends there just pecked the other girls on the cheek.

"Let's up the ante a bit," Angie proposed.

"HUH?" several around the circle asked.

"I want to feel some cock," she declared, startling everyone.

"What do the guys get?" Pete asked.

"You get to rub the girl's pussy," Angie replied.

Paula got very nervous. She'd never been aware of Adam's cock, and he'd never gotten a hand anywhere near her pussy.

"Seems a bit risquΓ©," Paula injected.

"Sounds fun," Beth opined.

The other girls nodded their assent. Now Paula was out-numbered 23-1, assuming all the guys were willing to be groped.

Paula was glad she'd worn fairly baggy pants. The other girls all had very short skirts or shorts. They'd be easy targets for getting hands a lot closer to their private parts.

The feeling game went as Paula had feared. The guys took their groping seriously, even on the girls who weren't their girlfriends. The girls were just as keen to stroke the guys thru their pants.

Paula barely touched the first few cocks, then decided what the hell and began to grab them more firmly. The first few guys barely gave her crotch a light touch, but by the end of the round they were groping her hard enough to make her feel really good and quite wet. The other girls in shorts had damp spots on their crotches.

When all the guys had been groped at least once, and each girl several times, it was Maggie's turn to up the ante.

"Hey, Tom, how many decks of cards do you have?" Maggie asked the host.

"I'll have to look," he replied, heading into the house. Several minutes later, he came back out with a total of 6 decks, a mix of bridge, poker, and pinochle.

"Now, here's the plan," Maggie told the group. "Each girl takes 3 guys and we spread out for a strip poker tournament."

"What?" Paula shouted.

"You heard her," Theresa replied calmly. "Strip poker. Winner picks someone to take off a piece of clothing."

"Sounds rigged in the guys favor," Sue added. "Three of them against one girl, they get their peep show and we get nothing."

"Well, then we'll need a rule to compensate for that, won't we?" Maggie replied. "Once the girl is naked, the guys have to pick on each other to strip."

"So what happens when everybody in the game is naked?" Les asked.

"Then it's up to the girl," Maggie replied.

"HUH?" Chet asked.

"You heard me. The girl decides what, if anything happens next."

"That sounds very dangerous," Paula stated the obvious.

"How so?" Maggie asked, apparently puzzled by Paula's reticence.

"I've felt their cocks," Paula said. "I don't know them well enough to know if they'll take no for an answer."

"You're the virgin, aren't you?" Maggie asked, in as serious a tone as she could muster.

"Yes, and I hadn't really planned on losing it tonight in a game of chance," Paula replied.

"I lost my cherry years ago," Theresa chimed in. "It hurt a bit at first, but then I had a mind-blowing orgasm and forgot all about the brief pain."

Paula knew better than to press the issue. "Okay, but if I do go all the way, he has to use a condom."

"We all came prepared," Steve reassured her, pulling multiple condoms out of his pocket.

"Good," Paula replied.

"Now, we put all the guys names in a hat and each girl draws 3," Maggie directed.

Paula got Pete, Paul, and Roy. They took a deck of cards, and retired to the den.

Paula won the first hand, so told Pete to take off his shirt.

Roy took the second hand, so Paula's blouse came off.

Pete won third hand, Paula lost her bra.

Roy won fourth hand, Paula lost her pants.

Roy won the fifth hand, taking Paula's panties, leaving her naked.

Paula won the sixth hand, so Pete lost his pants.

Pete won the seventh and eighth hands, so Paul lost his shirt and pants.

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