Dear Readers: This is something completely different from my other stories. Enjoy the romp through fantasy land. It's a little more creative and intended for the fantasy that it gives guys (and women as you'll see). All characters over 18 and 100 percent a work of fiction.
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I was standing in the batter's box on that humid day in May 1982. The opponent's pitcher, their best reliever, Stan Conklin is dealing 95 miles per hour heat. I knew that I was enjoying my last few games as a college player. I played center field but even I had to admit that my skills weren't going to translate to any further level of baseball.
Then that moment happened. A moment that I could have never imagined. A moment that would change my life in ways much more than any other time in this life could have imagined.
Conklin's fastball came right towards my head. The last thing I remember is laying on the ground with coaches, teammates, and medical staff bending down trying to see how I was doing.
I had taken a 95 mile per hour fastball right into the top of the left side of my head. I remember being asked questions such as, "what's your name?" and "who's the current president?"
I was very politically conscious and should have known that Reagan was president. I certainly should have known my name, but my mind was a blank. I tried to sit up but the training staff and the EMT staff on duty wouldn't let me move.
I remember seeing my teammates and some of the opposing team's players, including Conklin, in a circle praying together. I was taken to the nearest hospital and given numerous tests.
To no one's surprise, I had suffered a severe concussion and was kept in the hospital for the next four days. After I was released, I was told that there was no way I should go back to play baseball that season. If I had been a junior, I could have handled that news better because I could have looked forward to next to the next season, but this was my senior year and I didn't have a baseball future after this. My future was in beer league softball.
Recovering from this concussion was slow. I endured frequent headaches and spells of dizziness for nearly two months after the incident. The college was gracious to me and allowed me to finish my studies at home. Two finals were done at home. Two of my professors came to my home to give me my final exams. To this day, those two ladies will always hold a special place in my heart. They went above and beyond what their job required them to do.
Four months later, in September, I celebrated my 22nd birthday. I had my bachelor's degree in Social Services and had begun working for the county as a counselor for minimum wage. The wage was generous because some employers expect a new grad to just do an unpaid internship.
This was a great opportunity to get to know people, show what I can do, and hopefully see an opportunity to eventually get gainful employment for the rest of my life.
However, back to the concussion and its aftereffects.
My parents had invited many of my friends from college to my birthday party. They had held off having a graduation celebration until I had recovered fully. Mom saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone...a combined graduation and birthday celebration. She even ordered two separate cakes to commemorate each milestone.
Dad rented a local hall since the guest list was going to exceed 100 people. We had a large backyard but not nearly big enough to satisfy the expected turnout.
Although not a college classmate, Mom had invited Tonya Barber, a high school classmate that I had only seen sparingly since we graduated from high school. Tonya and I had been good friends but that was as far as it went. There was never a romantic hookup.
Tonya was very tomboyish. She wore her long dark hair pulled completely back in a ponytail. She never wore makeup and never dressed up. It seemed like the only wardrobe she owned was various t-shirts and blue jeans.
It's not that she was unattractive. In fact, there was some natural beauty that was easily discernable but she never made an effort to accentuate it. I had a few girlfriends in high school but up until that point, I had never got past the heavy petting part. When it came time to go further, the girls always backed down. I was left with a raging hard-on and a need to be alone to release my load.
I saw Tonya come through the door. As usual, she wore a green t-shirt with John Deere emblazed across it and her blue jeans. Nothing had changed about her appearance in the few months since I had last seen her.
She gave me a polite hug. I noticed that as she brushed up against my arm that she wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't surprised at how relatively small her breasts were, but I couldn't help but notice how thick and hard her nipples were. I had never experienced that before from her.
Tonya had never flirted with me so in my mind the brush of her boob against my bare forearm was just a coincidence. She appeared oblivious to that fact that it had happened and I just enjoyed the moment without expecting anything more.
I didn't expect anything more...but that's not what happened.
We stood and visited as several of my buddies came by to wish me a happy birthday. Each time I would glance at her chest, she would appear to accidentally rub it against my bare forearm.
I would have interpreted her behavior as a come-on but she was either being clumsy, or she was the best damn actress I'd ever met. She wasn't drunk, that was for sure. Her demeanor never changed, she never winked at me nor touched me elsewhere.
I was confused but when we were isolated again, I thought I'd try something different.
I looked at her lips, hoping that she'd kiss mine. Immediately, she got on her tippy toes and planted a nice warm kiss on my lips.
Again, not much of a change in her expression though.
"Tonya, I'm surprised that you just impulsively kissed me. What brought that on?"
"I just felt like it Earl. We've been friends for a long time. I hope you're not mad."
"Mad? Hell no. I'm just surprised. Can we be alone for a few minutes? There's a conference room around the corner. I have the master key."
"Sure."
I took her to the room. I looked at her chest and hoped that she'd lift up her t-shirt and show me her goods. On my non-verbal command, she lifted up her shirt for about 5 seconds to give me an unobstructed view of her small orbs.
They were gorgeous. Although small, the areolas were dark brown, about the size of a quarter, and her nipples were fat and hard.
After she put down her shirt I asked her a similar question as before.
"Don't get me wrong Tonya, I enjoyed that tit flash, but after all the years we've been friends and I've known you, you've never done anything like you've done tonight."
"I just wanted to Earl. It felt right. I didn't come here tonight to do this, I just acted impulsively. I've never done anything like this before with any other guy...or woman."
"Woman?"
""Yeah, don't get me wrong, I prefer guys but I do find some women attractive and I wouldn't mind seeing them or even getting romantic with them."
"Have you ever been with a girl or guy before...I mean sexually?"
