Authors note: This is the second part of Lessons. As I said in the first one, each chapter is from another characters point of view. The first one was from Ann's view. This one is from Samantha's view. I received a feedback from a reader who was very angry with me for not putting in the title that there were other parts after that one. I did mention in the authors note that there were other chapters, but maybe I was not clear enough. So, this one of course is titled Lessons Ch. 2. in addition, I will mention here that there are other chapters after this one, and yes, you will see to be continued at the end of this story. I hope you enjoy it. After Samantha and Julie became entwined over a kissing lesson at a party, they went their separate ways. Neither one had bothered to get the other's phone number; after all, it was just a night of passion, nothing more right? So they thought. Fate was not to let them go on their merry way. This is what happened from Samantha's point of view.
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The morning came way too quickly; the sun shined through my window and blinded me to waken. I moaned deeply and tried to hide from it, but no matter how thick my cover was, it beckons me from my bed. Rolling slowly to one side, my feet went over the edge and contacted the wood floor warmed by the sun's rays. I breathed in deeply, carefully to test the state of my head. I had enough to drink the night before that would bring a horse down.
I was pleased to find no headache waiting to bring me to my knees, or better yet hanging my head over the toilet. Slowly I got to my feet, and I felt the slight bruising of my body from the passion I had shared with Julie. Damn, she was an excellent lover. Never before had I met someone that turned me on as much as she did. I didn't usually just have sex with someone I hardly knew. Damn that kissing lesson, damn Ann for asking me to help. Then again, maybe I should be thanking her.
It had been so very long since I had felt my body convulse like that. Yes, I would have to write her and thank her, hell maybe I should just volunteer for more lessons like that. I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the image staring back at me, the eyes filled with left over lust as I remembered the night before, how Julie's hands had felt on my body, and oh my god how her mouth felt on me. I shivered with the memories, and found myself gripping the edge of the sink hard enough to turn my knuckles white. I shook my head and began to get ready for my day. I could not let a wonderful night of memories distract me. After all, it was just a one-night stand.
As I drove down the street to the baseball field I began to think about Julie again, I wondered what she was doing, then would shake my head and tell myself to get over it. I was sure she had her own life, and was sure she was not thinking about me. I pulled into a lot filled with other cars and saw my fellow teammates getting ready for our game. Many of them at been at the party last night and they began to giggle at me as I walked towards them. I just smiled, set my gear on the bench, and started to suit up.
I was the catcher for this team, and personally, I loved the job, I mean how else can you get away with looking at a woman's ass. After all I was right on the level of most, as long as I remembered to catch the pitch I was fine. I listened to their teasing and just grinned at them as they tried to get details from me. I tried to look as if it was nothing much, but my close friends could tell how it really was from the look in my eyes.
I paid scant attention to the other team as they arrived one by one, going to their side of the field and readying themselves. I rarely bothered to observe them in the bench. I was more interested in what they did on the field. Finally, it was time to get started. The ref called us on the field, we were the first to take it, since it was our home, and the right to bat first went to them. I crouched down behind home base and pulled my mask over my face; waiting to catch the few practice balls, we were allowed. The ref called for the first batter, and I went into game mode.
I took a moment to gather my view of the batter's ass, noting quickly she had too much back there and gave my attention to my pitcher; the first ball was a strike. I smiled; this was going to be way too easy. My pitcher struck her out in short order, the second came up and she too was sent back to the bench. I was quite pleased with our progress and decided I would reward myself with a gander at the next batter's ass.
As soon as I looked up enough to see it, I about fell over. I knew that ass, I knew the curves, and I had felt the flesh under my touch. I blinked, then I shook my head, turning my mind back to the game just in time to catch the ball coming in quick to my glove, or so I thought. The sound of the bat hitting the ball echoed in my ear, I knew it was going to keep going just from the sound of it, yet I stood up quickly to catch it if we were lucky enough to keep it infield.
No such luck though and I watched the woman run around the bases, I kept watching her, the brim of her hat was down to far for me to see her well, her hair was up inside of her hat, but I knew that body. She rounded third and headed my way, but I was soon pushed out of the way by her fellow teammates, and before I could get a good look, they hauled her away as if she had just won the game for them. Damn I thought, it is only the first inning.
The next batter came to the plate and she was struck down quickly, now it was time for us to get some pay back. I watched as three of my mates went up and loaded the bases for me. It was now my turn, I was the power hitter, I would bring them home, even if I didn't come all the way, they would. I never hit less than a triple, and if I did, I always pushed to third anyway I liked taking chances sometimes.
I stepped into the box after taking a few practice swings. I was known to have a weird stance, and sometimes the pitcher would look at me weird, this one did as well, but soon she cleared her mind and fired the first one in. See my stance gives me a weird strike zone and I grinned as the ref called it a ball. I stepped out and swung a few more practice swings and stepped back into the box, the ball was coming in quick, it was a change up, or so she was trying, it too was called a ball.
I decided to be a smart ass and tell the catcher I wished her pitcher would throw something that was worth hitting, she called a time out, and without looking at me went to her pitcher. I was pleased, at least now, maybe I could bring in three instead of being forced to walk and only bring in one. She came back to the plate and I noticed she was the same woman I had been watching, oh shit, I thought to myself. Damn it Sam get your mind back on the game. I stepped back into the box, the next ball came in quick and hard, and I swung. STRIKE ONE. Damn it! I stepped out of the box and took a deep breath in. No way in hell was I going to let a woman make me miss this ball.
I stepped back in and closed my mind down, the ball came in, the same as before, except this time my bat made contact, and hard. I could feel the sting in my hands as I hit the ball, I could hear my bat cracking and I cussed under my breath as I ran to first, looking to my ball and seeing how far it really went.
