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..."
