Jake was standing on the sideline watching his nephew Bryan's team, the Rattlers, play soccer. He would go to the games whenever he could make it, which meant when he didn't have to work. His work consisted of two different occupations: running charter boats out of his brother's marina and playing music in the bars up and down the beach. He made a pretty good living between the two, and one of the fringe benefits of his work was that he met plenty of good-looking women.
His older brother Fred was the coach of the team and one of the partners in the business that included a marina, the charter business, a bait-and-tackle shop, a small campground and about an acre of boat and RV storage. Jake lived in his boat at the marina. So Fred was not just his brother, but his employer and his landlord as well. Jake came to the games to support his brother and his nephew, and the team, but he really didn't pay much attention to the games. He spent most of his time checking out the hot moms.
The boys were eleven and twelve year olds, so most of the moms were in their mid-thirties, give or take. Jake was 25, but that didn't stop him – he liked older women and had had relationships with a few.
Most of the moms would bring their lawn chairs and watch the game, and some would drop off and pick up. It seemed to Jake that the fat and frumpy boys tended to belong to the fat and frumpy moms. But a few of the moms were pure, foxy MILF gold, with the gold usually reflecting off of their left ring finger. But that didn't really deter Jake that much, he'd had a few married women along the way. He had found that some could be in the market for a little something on the side, you just never knew.
One of his nephew's closer friends on the team, and one of the better players, was a boy named Jimmy. And it was Jimmy's mom that Jake had his eye on. He came to the games hoping to see her. She was somewhat familiar looking, he recognized her from somewhere but he couldn't place her.
She was here today, alone and looking good, as usual: brunette hair cut in a bob that framed her pretty, narrow cheeks, almond eyes, halter top housing her perky tits, and shorts that hugged her fine ass and showed off her lean legs. Dad never showed, at least Jake had never seen him. He must be too busy, or a jerk, or just didn't care. But he must be around somewhere because Jimmy's mom had a ring on her finger. Her name was Gina, he'd learned that much from hanging around.
Gina noticed Jake too. They'd never spoken or been introduced, but she could tell he was checking her out. Jake always looked the same: longish, wavy, sun-bleached blond hair, cut-offs, flip flops, and sometimes he even wore a shirt. Yes, she'd checked him out too. He was hard to miss and not too hard to look at: beach boy handsome, blue eyes, a thin, toned and tanned bod, all lean muscle and sinew.
Gina was about ten yards away, and when the game ended and the kids came off the field, Jake moved closer.
"Hi, Uncle Jake!" Bryan called as he reached the sideline.
"Hey, Bryan. Good game!" Jake said. They had won 10-8. There's a lot of scoring in little league soccer!
Jake stole a glance at Gina and noticed that she also took a peek in his direction. Then she gathered up her son and headed for her car, a late model BMW.
'Oh, well,' Jake thought. Maybe later.
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Jake kept going to the games, but found it too awkward to try to approach Gina with all the parents and kids around, especially her own son. He thought about following her, and maybe trying to bump into her somewhere else and strike up a conversation, but he also didn't want to spook her.
A week or so before the end of the season Fred announced to everyone that after the final game he would be throwing a big pool party at his house, with swimming, and he would be barbecuing hot dogs and burgers and there'd be a big cake and ice cream and we would celebrate our great season! All the kids, parents, and brothers and sisters are welcome! When Jake heard this, he figured this could be his chance.
"Are uncles invited too?" Jake asked, which gave everyone a chuckle.
"Yes, even crazy uncles are invited!" Fred boomed. "As long as they behave themselves." This got another suppressed laugh from everyone, and he noticed Gina glance at him with a brief smile.
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The day of the last game and team party arrived and it was beautiful. A high sky, about 82 degrees with a slight breeze. Jake was dressed pretty close to the usual, light blue swim trunks with palm trees printed on them and flops. He even classed it up a little with a Guy Harvey t-shirt.
It was understandably the best turnout of the season, and everyone was looking forward to the game and a good time afterward. Jake's eyes roamed the crowd for Gina. His eyes found her talking to a frumpy mom, and feasted. She was simply stunning. She wore a red, sleeveless V-neck top, tight white jeans and sandals. She looked sexy as hell, and Jake felt a tickle in his trunks. He wondered to himself if the urban legend about girls in white pants was really true and she liked it in the ass.
The game didn't go too well, unfortunately, in fact the boys got their butts kicked. They all must have had their minds on the party instead of the game. Jake left early to go to the house and help Fred's wife get ready for the big bash. There were tables and chairs to set up, drinks to get on ice, a grill to fire up, plates, knives, forks, music, and more. Jake had a couple of beers while he worked.
Then the partiers began to arrive. The boys on the team, and various siblings, all ran inside to change into their swimsuits, and soon all emerged and jumped into the pool. The parents were clumped into groups of two or three yakking for the first fifteen minutes or so, but eventually they started moving around a bit. Finally Jake saw his opportunity when Gina was momentarily alone and started digging through the ice chest of drinks. He sidled up and started the conversation.
"The adult beverages are in this other cooler behind this table," Jake said, as he opened the cooler and fished out a can of beer. "There is beer, white wine and cheap champagne."
"Wine would be fine," Gina said, smiling, emphasizing the rhyme.
Jake popped a cork and poured her a healthy dose into a plastic tumbler.
"Cheers!" he said, handing her the drink, and they each took a sip.
"I know you're Jake, but we haven't actually been introduced. I'm Gina."
"Sure, Jimmy's mom, nice to meet you. He's a good little athlete."
"Thank you. He sure does love to play!"
"You know, you look familiar to me," Jake said.
"Well, sure, we've seen each other at almost every game!"
"No, no, I mean besides that. It seems like I'd seen you before that, but I haven't been able to place it."
"I don't know," she said. "Do you like to read?"
"Do I like to read?"
"Yes. Do you like to read books?"
"Well yes, as a matter of fact I do."
"Maybe you saw me at the library."
"The library? You like to hang out at the library?"
"Yes, I work there; at the Island branch."
"Ah," Jake said, "That must be it. It's been a while since I've been over there, but that makes sense. I can kind of remember seeing you bouncing around the stacks with your name tag on."
"Bouncing?" she asked, laughing.
"Yeah, you look like you'd have a pep in your step."
Gina shook her head, laughed again and said, "That's very observant of you, Jake," and took another sip of wine. "So, what does Jake do when he's not reading books?"
"For fun, I surf. For work, I run boat charters, mostly fishing and dive trips, touristy things like that. And I play music at bars and restaurants up and down the beach and in town. He handed one of his cards to her.
She looked at the card, which read: 'CAPTAIN JAKE – A Nice Guy Who Plays Good Music!' It had a caricature of Jake leaning on a guitar and holding a mug of beer.
"Nice," Gina said. "That sounds like the ideal lifestyle. You're a boat captain and a musician at the beach!"
"It's working out well so far."
"What kind of music do you play?"
