I have always been a bit of a tomboy. I like to wear my hair short because it is easier, and I think it flatters my round face and brings out my bright blue eyes. I am rather short at 5’1”, and weigh 140 pounds. Some people would say I am a little stocky but I am not fat just muscular. I have a rather large 38c chest, which on my short frame appears even larger. Growing up I was always involved in sports and I still play softball every summer. My ex-husband used to think it was great that we had so many similar interests since he was an athlete too. Over the years however we grew apart.
My marriage was not a bad one in the sense that it was abusive or painful, it just lacked the passion both my ex-husband and I needed. As time went by we drifted apart and our sex life became less active until we were just going through the motions once a month. I rarely masturbated when we were first married, but as our sex life dwindled it became necessary to maintain my sanity, so after Tom would fall asleep I would go down into the den and take care of my needs. Sometimes reading erotica on the computer or even watching a soft-core porno movie on Cinemax.
Last spring something happened that changed my life. I was the captain of our coed softball team and I was in charge of getting people together for some practices before the season began. I had reserved the field for a Sunday afternoon and I called everyone myself to make sure we would all be there.
When I arrived at the field there were only six other people there, all women. Apparently all of the guys on the team had decided to go out drinking instead of coming to the practice. That left just the seven women on the team to practice. Luckily we had our pitcher a short stocky woman named Jen and our catcher a tall thin very pretty Irish red head named Patty. I got all of the girls together and we decided that we would field a team of infielders and practice without the guys.
We hit the balls around the infield for an hour and a half before we decided to take a break. Jen went to her truck and brought out a cooler of beer, and hard lemonade, at which point it became obvious that we would do no more practicing. Two of the newly married women said they had to go home after having just one drink each. That left the veterans of the team to finish up. We continued to drink as the sun settled behind the distant mountains and a cool April chill surrounded us. Two more of the women had to go home leaving just Jen, Patty and me. The two of them began talking about how cute one of the new women was. I had to agree that she was quite attractive but not nearly as pretty as Patty. I have always thought that the red hair and light blue-eyed look of a classic Irish woman is stunning. I sat quietly as my two friends continued to talk appraisingly about many of our teammates. After a few minutes Patty turned to me and commented that I had gotten very quiet. I am sure I turned a bright crimson as I stammered that I was just listening to them.
“Well do you have any favorites,” Patty asked me with a knowing smile on her pretty lips.
I stared into her light blue eyes for a moment before I answered, “yes I do.”