[This is a stand alone read, but it is part two of what will be a trilogy. Part one was, Patty: Patty Jenkens Cums To Bat. This tale is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps, some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and persons are entirely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
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I hope you remember me, Patty Jenkins, freshman softball player at State University. Last time I told you how I sat on the bench until I hit the winning two run homer in only my second game of the year as a last minute, pinch hitter in the last inning of the game. The eight first stringers "baptized" me as an official Puma team member in memorable way in the showers after that game. I told myself during that shower action that I would get more of team captain Steffee's black ass another time as I did not get enough that first time. Well, the time for more is now at hand!
Another winning game, this one at home, and we girls all headed for the showers in a raucous and exuberant mood. We were all playing grab ass, not to mention pussy and a little tit too, much harder than usual under the cascades of warm water. As I brushed team captain Steffee's black ass (the only one in an otherwise all white team) with my hand, I said, "You got a big piece of my ass at my official team 'baptism,' while I got too little of yours. I'm ready for mine now!"
Steffee replied, "Your place or mine?"
My answer was, "My party so my place in an hour. Mc'Callister Hall, suite 405."
Steffee nodded her head in assent, donned her coat, and walked out. I live in a huge, coed dorm on campus. My "room" is actually a three room suite consisting of two bedrooms and a common room plus bath. There are four of us to share the expensive dorm bill as each bedroom has a double decker bunk set up. My room mate is female while the other bedroom is tenanted by two gay males (There are several more stories in this arrangement, but I'll save those for another time!). I knew my roommate was going home tonight for the weekend, so I was "home fee" on that issue.
But, I had to get back to the dorm to do a little fast housekeeping before Steffee showed up. It was a ten minute walk from the gym to my dorm, so I had to hump it home. The cleaning took another twenty minutes, which left me a half hour to unwind before Steffee arrived. She arrived ten minutes early. Eager, I guess!
When she banged on the door, I let her in and invited her to the eating area table for a drink. As I said, my roommate had left for a weekend at home and the two guys (real studs--football type) were already out for the evening's drinking at a local pub, or maybe two, or maybe more. It was a fifty-fifty chance they would not even get back until late tomorrow morning, so Steffee and I had the whole place more or less to ourselves.
We sat there for an hour, drinking wine coolers and talking girl talk. I can't believe we kept our hands off each other all that time, but we just sat there, relaxed, and enjoying each other's company. Finally, the topic did drift to sex. We talked, naturally, about men, mostly past lovers. I had fucked seven guys between puberty and high school graduation and Steffee had fucked eighteen in the same amount of time, so we had a lot to share.
The conversation drifted into a second hour with the sex talk., and then a third as we discussed those past fucks. My experiences in junior high school were limited to heavy petting, very heavy petting, but no fucking. I finally lost my cherry as a freshman in high school as the date of a senior boy on his prom night. I had developed quite a reputation during the course of my freshman year, and I guess that senior stud just wanted to sample the wares I had to offer!
Steffee told me she lost her cherry as a twelve year old to two seventeen year olds in the ally behind her house in a housing project. Sexually, she has never looked back.
"I've no regrets," said Steffee, "I have loved every delicious minute of my sexcapades, well, nearly every minute anyway. And I have bee very lucky to have avoided a pregnancy in my early years before I learned how to be careful, even if the guy isn't."
Finally, Steffee got around to asking me to tell her all about my first experience with coach in agreeing to his proposition. So I told her how, after a second or two of hesitation to his proposal, I had immediately taken the aggressor/dominatrix position and had ordered him about. I mentioned how I had sucked him to orgasm, but had denied him anything else on that first occasion.
Steffee really chuckled at that and said, "I think you are the only one to get away with that. He takes the lead with the rest of us first stringers as the boss. Fucking 'A' for you!"
Well, by now, all this talk about sex and all the wine coolers we had downed was having its inevitable effect. Nipples were twitching, if not all ready erecting, pussy were itching and/or starting to drip, and pulses of energy were starting to flow from pussies up a spine or two. I stood up and grabbed empties and took them to the trash.
On my way back to the table, I stepped behind Steffee's chair and reached over her shoulders to grab a 36B (bigger than my 34Bs) in each hand and start caressing. Steffee let out a low moan and a whimper. I repositioned under her arms so that I could then at the same time kiss and lick all around on her neck, ears, and jaw line. While I was so engaged, Steffee had one hand between her legs, rubbing vigorously and the other on top of one of my hands, helping guide the motion on her tits.
Now Steffee really was moaning, soft and low, "Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh."
Her breath would catch with a little choke every once in a while between a series of "Ohhhhhs." My thong was soaking through into my sweat pants and my breath started coming in short, sharp gasps. My bare nipples were rubbing inside my sweat shirt so hard it hurt. Steffee let out a loud gasp and had her first orgasm of the evening! She slid her chair back, turned it a bit, and we began French kissing like mad, while one of her hands went between my legs and liked to erase my pussy altogether, she rubbed so hard! We had to get some clothes off!
