"Strike two!" shouted the umpire as he watched the pitch fly into the catcher's mitt, just inside of the strike zone.
In the dugout, Jason nodded in approval as he glanced down to mark the count in his coach's book. Fresh out of his last semester of college, Jason was back home attempting to start his adult life. Graduating wasn't the only hurdle he had to jump. His mind was spinning, applying for jobs here and jobs there, trying to find the right fit so he could start paying off the mountain of student loan debt that had piled up. Not having any luck in his early job hunting, the head of the community athletics department thrilled Jason by approaching him about coaching a youth baseball team in the summer league.
He had never coached before, rather he had only played until his junior year of college. He was a standout pitcher in high school who ended up being recruited heavily by some of the smaller nearby colleges. Having other plans in mind, Jason perused his dream and walked on at a D1 school a few hours from home. Making the team, Jason saw more playing time as a freshman and sophomore. He nearly worked his way into getting on scholarship during his junior season until a painful elbow injury and inevitable surgery benched his playing career. Being away from baseball had been crushing to the now college grad, but the opportunity to be back in a dugout was just what he needed.
"Strike three, you're out!" hollered the umpire, sending the batter away from the plate.
"Good job Charlie, way to throw the heat!" shouted Jason with a smile, giving a thumbs up to his pitcher.
Taking the summer coaching job was really only about the money at first, what little it offered. However, after spending so much time with his team of ten-year-olds, week in and week out at practices, games, and weekend tournaments; Jason realized his team looked up to him and he became extremely proud and honored to teach them about the game he loved. His team played well most of the summer and it soon showed. They found themselves in a position to win the All-Metro Championship, fighting through the bracket all the way to the finals. Making the finals was something Jason hadn't even accomplished in his youth. Before the next batter approached the plate, Jason gave a glance over to the crowded bleachers directly behind the backstop. One major perk of coaching youth baseball that he quickly realized, and thoroughly enjoyed, was the eye candy that sat in the stands.
Several of the team moms were more than capable of being labeled a MILF in his book, both the married ones and single alike. Though lusting over the married ones what great, Jason always seemed to keep a keen eye on the few single moms. One's like Monica Johnson, the mother of Jason's center-fielder. She had long, raven hair that accented her tan Hispanic complexion. She currently sat about halfway up the bleachers, wearing a gray, v-neck shirt and linen short shorts. Her outfit showed off her round bubble butt when she stood to cheer. The baseball team's logo on her shirt jutted out from her ample chest. A big, juicy pair of pouty lips, colored bright red, rounded off this Latin beauty.
A few spectators down sat fiery Missy Collins. She was definitely the most vocal of all the parents and the mother of his husky catcher (puzzling to Jason because he must have gotten his size from his dad). She had a petite frame with shoulder length auburn hair, currently tied back in a ponytail under a ball cap. A set of perky breasts, a cute little rear end, and an energetic personality summed up to what Jason imagined as an absolute freak in the sheets. Today she was sporting a white tank top and cut of jean shorts, cut about halfway up her slender thighs.
In the front row, closest to the dugout, was by far Jason's favorite of the single moms. Claire Roberts looked on nervously as her son eyed up the next batter from the pitcher's mound. Jason became obsessed with her the moment they first met at the beginning of the season. To him, she was the entire package. Her personality alone was enough to make her attractive. She was always polite and happy, usually displaying a big, gorgeous smile on her face. She always had time to talk with Jason and see how he was doing. Most parents would only come to him to complain about what position their child was playing or to give their opinion on what he needed to do better as a coach, but Claire was different. Of course, her body wasn't very hard to look at either. She had an eye-popping rack that was nearly impossible to hide. She usually was in a summer dress or low-cut shirt at most games. Today she had on a tan colored body suit with a modest neckline. Though conservative, the tops of her massive melons were still clearly visible. Her toned, firm ass was in a pair of tight-fitting jeans that ran the length of her irresistible thighs, down to just above her ankles. Her flowing blonde hair fell past her tan shoulders, the ends resting gently on her supple breasts.
Feeling the sensation tingling in his pants, Jason quickly snapped out of his lustful gaze and turned back towards the action on the field. His team had won out with the opposing team down by two runs in the bottom of the sixth inning. The other team had a runner on second and were near the bottom of their batting order. The batter took his few warm up swings and stepped towards the batter's box. Suddenly, he changed his mind and slid over to the opposite box.
Shit, he's a switch hitter! thought Jason, quickly yelling for his three outfielders to move.
"Lefty, lefty, outfielders, shift to your left!"
The shift came a little too late as Charlie tossed the ball towards the plate. Crack! The sharp sound of the bat rang out as the little white ball soared through the air towards a gap in Jason's outfielders. The center and right fielders, both reacting in unison to the sound, began their lengthy sprint towards the gap between them. The ball arced in the sky, landing lazily in the middle of the two boys, almost touching the fence. By now, the opposing team's runner on second had rounded third and was nearly home. The opposing fans roared in cheers and applause as the batter rounded second base towards third. By the time the center fielder had the ball thrown to the infield, the batter was safely on third with a triple. Still, with only a single out, the opposing team was now just one hit away from tying the game.
"Time Blue!" hollered Jason as he stepped onto the field to visit the mound.
After he and his infield players gave a few words of encouragement to their weary pitcher, Jason returned to the dugout, giving a glance through his shades towards the bleachers. Ms. Roberts was on her feet, whooping and hollering alongside all the other parents. She didn't always get nervous watching her son play, only when he was pitching did she really worry. Taking a deep breath, Jason eyed up his situation yet again. The next batter was the number nine batter, the worst he assumed, on the opposing team. Charlie wound up and fired a laser.
"Ball," shouted the umpire.
The ball returned to the pitcher as he eyed up the batter yet again. The wind up and pitch. Smack! The ball dribbled just a few feet from home plate as the batter took off towards first. The catcher hurriedly threw off his mask, rushing towards the lazy, rolling ball. Picking it up, he quickly fired to first. The runner on third quickly taking off in a hard sprint towards home.
"Home, throw home!" screamed Jason along with all his team's fans.
The first baseman gripped the ball in his hand and fired a bullet straight back to the catcher. The big boy caught the ball in his catcher's mitt, immediately leaping towards the sliding base runner. A big cloud of dust overwhelmed Jason's vision.
Out, out, out, he has to be out, Jason frantically thought.
The dust settled quickly as a roar erupted from the stands. The catcher had blocked the runner's foot with his mitt.
"You're out! That's the ball game!" shouted the umpire.
Jason, elated at what he just witnessed, threw his fists in the air. His boys had won the championship. Both teams gathered near home plate and hastily shook hands. After briefly speaking with the opposing coach, his young players mobbed him in cheers of victory. Parents and family members made their way out onto the field to congratulate their champions. Shaking a few of the fathers' hands, Jason quietly slipped back into the dugout to get his things together. Just as he finished zipping his coaching bag, his heart skipped a beat when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. Spinning around, face to face with him, was the lovely Ms. Roberts, waiting to congratulate him.
