I finally made my way to work on Friday. I guess my boss had received good reviews from Omaha because he told me to go home at noon and also said to hang on to the phone because there was a good chance I would get a call over the weekend for another trip out of town. Hmmm, I thought to myself, good thing I kept Helen's card, although it was securely tucked away out of reach from sweet Leah. Maybe I could ole' Helen a call and see if she wanted to come see me for another romp in the hotel room. Who was I kidding, though. I could never keep up this pace. A week away would be a welcome relief to my well satisfied, but thoroughly aching cock. I was seriously considering popping a Viagra just to get through the weekend with Leah (and probably Kelly).
Since I had the afternoon off, I decided to give my buddy Larry a call and see if I could buy him a beer. Larry had good connections to St. Louis Cardinals suite tickets -- the corporation had one of the big suite rooms -- and the season was just underway. Come to think of it, the Cardinals were in town this weekend and nothing beat a Saturday afternoon like relaxing in an air conditioned room with all you can eat and drink, including alcohol, while watching some baseball. Larry answered my call and had a lazy afternoon at the office planned, so he snuck away and we downed a few beers while shooting some pool -- my treat. Not wanting to be too obvious, I mentioned the Cards new season and pitchers without bringing up the tickets. This got him on the subject and then he finally asked, "What are you doing tomorrow afternoon. I've got four tickets to the game in a suite, an even better suite than my office has. A friend of mine who I took to a few games last year gave me these, had to be go out of town on some last minute business. Not only are they better seats, I won't have to be kissing ass the whole game and can actually enjoy myself."
"Yeah," I said. "That would be great. Who else is going?"
"I don't know, I just got them this morning." He thought for a minute and grinned, "These are some primo seats, wish I could think of some hot girls to bring along. Get them a little soused, take them by to my place to smoke a little reefer, get them nice and loose and then continue the fun into the evening, if you know what I mean."
I thought of Kelly and wondered if this would be a way to have some fun with her. I had remembered when I was looking through her room that there was a pennant of the Cardinals and a poster of the Cardinals best hitter on her walls. "I may be able to help us out there. That new place I moved into has some college girls I've been talking to. I know one of them might be interested, maybe I can get her to bring a friend. She's likes to party all the way. Only problem is that she's nineteen, so it might be difficult to get her beers at the game. She does like to smoke, though."
"Hell, we can just stop by my usual suite, I tip the hell out of the guy in there. He'll hook us up, get them stamped for the beer. Do you think you can get them to go?" Larry asked eagerly.
"I can sure ask. I better get out of here now before I get too drunk to drive home. I'll see if she's there and call you later. Thanks for the ticket."
"You get us some ladies to join us, you can go with me anytime. Call me later," Larry said as we headed out of the bar.
I made my way back to the apartment and knocked on Kelly and Leah's door, hoping that Leah hadn't quite made it home yet. Luck was on my side as Kelly answered the door and invited me in. She looked like she'd slept all day but was still fucking sexy as ever, even though her hair was a little mussed up. Her 38DD tits were straining against the fabric of the little T-shirt she had on and her ass was hugging the skimpy pair of shorts she was wearing. I would've loved to rip her clothes off right then and go at it again like we had this morning after she'd told me the story of her and Leah trading nights of oral sex with each other. But Leah was due back any time and I had to see if Kelly could find someone to accompany me and Larry to the game.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing, just got up. What do you want, your precious Leah is not back yet."
"Actually, I was here to see you," I said, trying to throw on the charm a little. "What do you have planned tomorrow? I want to take you somewhere. Actually, you and a friend."
I thought I actually says her eyes perk up a little at the thought of me asking her to do something. But, if she was excited, she played it down, scowling as she said, "I don't know. What are you up to."
"Well, I saw that Cardinals pennant and poster in your room the other night when ... well you know. A friend of mine just called telling me he's got 4 tickets in a suite to the game tomorrow afternoon, all you can eat and drink. Plus he knows a guy that will stamp your hand as a legit beer drinking adult. He doesn't have a girlfriend and thought it would be fun if we could bring two girls along -- he's a cool guy, but kinda shy. Probably be a good time. You ever been in a suite, they're great."
"No, I haven't, that sounds like so much fun," she squealed. "I love the Cardinals. Wow. Let me think, who do I know that likes the Cardinals as much as me. Ooohhh, oohh, Kim in my lit class does. I was over in her room a few nights ago before we went out together. She had this shirt autographed by Stan the Man, that was hanging on her wall. She might want to go."
"Is she as good looking as you -- well almost as good looking," I joked. "Does she like to party?"