Chapter 18
Marion Slade & Friend
Our first game of the season was against Fairmont, a team from down-state. They were supposed to be loaded this year and we were looking forward to seeing just how well we would do against their highly regarded ace pitcher.
We started "Bone" Cleary, a big right-hander, who was as wild as I'd ever seen him. In the first, he walked the bases loaded; then gave up a base clearing double to their clean-up hitter. We went down in order in the bottom of the first, with only one batter, Allen Temple making contact off their starter. Score 3- 0.
Cleary was still wild in the second giving up two more walks before getting a double play that scored another run. Score 4 — 0.
He didn't last a third of an inning in the third; giving up back-to-back home runs before Coach changed pitchers.
I was the lucky reliever, making my first appearance on the mound. It showed. After allowing two singles, I lost my control and walked the next two batters. Then I grooved a fastball, and the opposing pitcher took me out of the park.
I settled down after that, and got the side out. We went down in order, grounding out to short, first and the pitcher. So far we didn't have a hit, but we were making contact with the ball.
Score 9 — 0.
In the sixth inning Champ Banion, our big first baseman, tripled, but died on third. It was our only hit of the day, and the final score was Fairmont 9, Webster's 0.
Coach didn't say much afterward; but told us everyone has an off day, and to be on time for tomorrow's practice.
We had another game the night after, at Mountain View, and Dennis Woods, our hard hitting right fielder would take the mound, with Duane Klosterman following him after three or four innings.
Dennis Woods sidled up to me after we'd showered and asked me how I felt out on the mound.
"Not all that comfortable," I replied.
"Takes a little getting used to," he said, and with him being a senior, I believed him.
"You're starting the next game, how do you feel?"
"Nervous as hell," he said. "But I'll be alright after that first pitch. I always am."
I left the locker room feeling a little better. After all things had to get better, hadn't they?
After the game I had my spikes tied together and slung over my neck. I had showered and was ambling along to my car wearing a pair of flip-flops and very loose sweatpants and football jersey, when a woman's voice called my name.
"Aubrey!"
I turned toward the voice, and saw Marion Slade walking toward me. My erection started the moment I saw her.
Marion was a lean, solid woman, perhaps thirty-four years of age; about 5' 8" with slim muscular hips, and ample breasts. She had thick, dark brown hair that usually hung down to her waist, but this day was tied in some kind of ponytail, and an irresistible, ready smile. And she was one helluva great fuck.
"Hi," I called out as she approached me. I had my car door open and waited for her to reach me.
"Hi Aubrey, how are you?" she said, walking up to me. There was another woman with her, I guessed she was in her later thirties, but very attractive and certainly a MILF.
"This is Sandy. Sandy, Aubrey, he's the dreamboat I told you about. What do you think?"
"He's gorgeous, Marion, absolutely gorgeous."
Both women were devouring me with their eyes, and I returned the compliment, running my eyes up and down Sandy's lush body, pausing at her full breasts and then again at her crotch.
"Could you turn a little to the side, Sandy?" I asked politely.
She did, but Marion had to ask why.
"I'd just like to check her ass out, that's all."
"Impertinent, isn't he?" Marion said to Sandy, who laughed and replied, "Tit for tat, right, Aubrey?"
"Exactly, Sandy," I said. "I think we'll get along just fine. "Marion, are you taking me to your place, or Sandy's?"
"It sounds like he's done this before," Sandy said, giving Marion a look.
"He has ... to a point," Marion said, and then to me, "We'll take our car, will you follow?"
"Sounds good to me," I said. "And I'll call home when we get to wherever," I told them.
The women led the way to what had to be Sandy's condo. It was a plush landscaped Spanish style building and there were several young women scampering about in various forms of dress, several of whom appeared to be trying to get some rays in from the late afternoon sun, after coming home from work. I thought I could be quite happy living there.
My thoughts in that regard were preempted when Marion goosed me as we entered Sandy's condo. I yelped and the two women thought it tremendously funny.
Sandy asked if I'd like something to drink, and I asked for a Coke. She went to the refrigerator took a can of Coke out, and dropped it on the floor.
She gave me a look that revealed her embarrassment, put the can back, and took out another, opened it and poured it into a large glass filled with ice.
I accepted the glass and took a long drink, and sat down. I had another erection and they both took note of it. Marion actually licked her lips.
"Sandy's a fund manager over at Duson and Long's," Marion said. I nodded. It meant nothing to me.
Marion babbled on, and Sandy also managed to get out a word or two. I pretended to listen, but concentrated on Sandy's legs, which were worth looking at, and something about those perfectly manicured fingernails and her self-assured demeanor made her well worth flirting with.
I called home and told my mother I was over at Duane's playing a new video game with him. Next I called Leah and told her the truth, which was that I was at a friend's house, a female friend and would be having sex with her.
"Is this the one whose husband likes to watch?"
"No, it's a different woman, and she has a friend."
"Two women?"
"Yeah..."
"You're not making this up are you?"
"No, I'm not making any of it up. I told you how it was going to be."
"I know, I know," Leah said, "it's just..."
"I'll make tomorrow special, Leah, you'll see."
"How special?"
Both Sandy and Marion were regarding me with even more interest than they had earlier.
"At least six orgasms."
"Only six?"
I laughed, "Maybe eight, how's that sound?"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
We spoke a little longer, mainly about our double date with Duane and LO Sailor, and then ended our conversation.
Marion said, "If you don't mind my saying so, you handled that amazingly well. Before you began I couldn't imagine any male telling his significant other what you were about to do and yet keeping her from going bananas on you."
I smiled and said, "And that's the power of a great orgasm ... I guess."
Both women laughed delightedly.
Sandy said, "On that basis, I'll leave it to you to get things started. How would you like to proceed?"
"Why don't you do a strip routine for us? Marion, you can sit next to me. Then you can try to outdo Sandy's performance. That should get me up for the two of you."
Sandy was wearing an expensive looking green dress, with a certain amount of cleavage, but certainly not overdoing it. Her light brown hair was pulled back, exposing her neck and her ears.
She had on a light amount of makeup; actually she really didn't need much. Despite the slight creases around her eyes and the corners of her mouth, she had wonderful clear pale skin that contrasted wonderfully with her light brown hair.
Marion joined me on the couch. She wore a thigh length leather skirt and a white blouse with the top three buttons undone. The top mounds of her breasts were visible as was a good deal of her lacy bra. She wore a lot of bracelets that jingled as she moved her arm reaching out to cup my testicles and squeeze my dick.
"So how shall I start?" Sandy asked.
"How about a bump and grind, like the strippers do?"
"How would you know anything about strippers?" Marion asked, giving my dick a healthy hand hug.
"Pornos," I replied.