"Ms Appleby?"
"Excuse me, Ms Appleby?"
*clears throat to deepen voice*
"Gracelyn? May I sit here?"
Shit! It shouldn't be this hard. I've known Ms Appleby, Gracelyn, for about three years now. My dad coaches her son's Little League team. My little brother also plays in the team. We've spoken on millions of occasions and she's even driven me and my brother home from games. I see her almost three times a week during baseball season as well as through the rest of the year for other tournaments and games but for some reason am now having issues trying to talk to her. When I'm around her lately I feel like I'm that same 16 year old adolescent that she first met.
My name is Ethan and I'm 19 years old. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and still growing. I have a rangy build that really needs to see more sun but I'm not skinny. *grimaces* I
do
have muscles, they're just small and wiry. My hair is dark brown. One of my old girlfriends used to call it molten chocolate. It used to be long and straight but I've just had it cut really short at the back with a longish fringe that hangs over my forehead. No...NOT like Justin Beiber! You can still see my eyes. My "sparkling blue" eyes as my mum calls them.
For the past month I've started to get really nervous whenever I see Gracelyn, gosh that's a pretty name isn't it? *looks off into space and gets a goofy look on my face* Sorry, I get side tracked easy. Whenever I see her I get tongue tied and then start to stutter when I actually
do
get a clear thought in my brain. I don't know what it is. For some reason, I've started to think of her as a woman and not some kid's mum. I mean, I knew she was always a woman....but you know what I mean.
Gracelyn just turned 38 a few months ago. She's got a killer body, gorgeous smile and big brown eyes. She definitely DOESN'T look like anyone's mum, let alone that she's also a Grandma! I mean, her step-son has a kid and she gets called Grandma. Wow! I'm having sexual fantasies about someone's Grandma/Mum! *sits back and rereads last sentence* That sounds gross doesn't it? But it's not gross. She's hot...I wish MY Mum or Grandma looked that good. *smiles* Then again, I wouldn't want some horny 19 year old checking out my mum or Gran's goodies. I'd punch them for it.
And there it is. I've been having really hot and horny fantasies and dreams about Gracelyn. Ones where we're watching training and then wander off to a secluded spot at the baseball grounds to make out while waiting for training to finish. Or we'll be out somewhere and bump into each other in a night club (she's a really great dancer. I've seen her at club functions getting down and dirty to the band) then leave together and go to some gorgeous hotel room and fuck like bunnies. I rather like that last one. *grins*
That's the main problem. I've been thinking these things every time I see her and then get embarrassed and so uncoordinated trying to hide my woody that I usually make a fool of myself trying to sit down next to her. Close enough to smell her scent but not so close that she sees my predicament. God she smells amazing. Gracelyn doesn't wear perfume. It's just the body wash she uses. I know this only because I overheard her telling one of the other mums one day when they were having a conversation about some new perfume on the market. The other woman was asking Gracelyn what she used and that's when she told them, " I don't wear perfume because the body wash I use has a strong enough scent to last all day but not strong enough that it affects my allergies." I kept listening until I heard her tell the other woman which one she used and the next time I went to the shops I bought a bottle to keep in my drawer. I like to get it out and smell it while I think about her...well okay, I like to smell it while I jack off thinking about her. Happy now?
Good thing I don't live at home anymore. I don't have to worry about my mum finding the bottle of wash in my bedside drawer along with the condoms, lube and wet wipes. That could have been very difficult to explain. My poor cock has been getting quite well acquainted with my left hand lately. I use my left hand so it kind of feels like someone else is doing it. At least that's what I've heard it's supposed to be like. To me, it just feels uncoordinated but I'm slowly working my way up to being just as good as my right hand. It also leaves my right hand free to hold the bottle of wash/lube/wet wipes as necessary. No fumbling anything for me.
I've also been practicing the way I greet her when we see each other. Trying to deepen my voice to sound more manly and mature and less teenager like. I know she's got a daughter who is only three years younger than me and that's how she usually treats me. Like one of her daughter's friends. Like the kid I was when we first met. I don't want her to think of me that way anymore. I need her to see me as a grown up. As a man. It's becoming unbearable for me to see her and have her treat me like she would her son. Don't get me wrong. I love it when she ruffles my hair with a grin on her beautiful face. She has this way of smoothing down the tousled hair which rubs her thumb lightly down the side of my face. I can't help but close my eyes when she does that. I went to lean my cheek into her palm the other day when she did it but she moved her hand away before I could finish the move.
I think Gracelyn might actually be starting to see me in a different way. I've caught her looking at me when she thinks I'm concentrating on the game. However, she's always watching the field when I've turned her way. Maybe I'm seeing things I want to see and not actually what's happening. Maybe I'm imagining the things I fantasise about when I'm jacking off. I don't know but I swear she started breathing deeper when I "accidentally" rubbed up against her the other day trying to get past. She went really still but I saw her boobs rise and fall more than usual with her breathing. It looked like she was trying to control her own reaction but she couldn't slip those boobs past me. I've been studying them in great detail for the past month. They are gorgeous too.
Gracelyn has been graced (forgive the pun) with a very fine rack. When God was handing out the boobs, she must have given Him one of those beautiful smiles of hers and so He gave her a double dosing. She likes to wear t-shirts that support her favourite baseball teams and clubs. She has one for our club, of course, as well as a couple of Red Sox Nation ones and even a couple of Card's shirts. She also co-ordinates with matching baseball caps. Got to love a co-ordinated woman. I wonder if they do baseball supporter lingerie. Now