Brothers Pt. 01

A Tale of Two Brothers

A. J. Roye

All Rights Reserved 2023

Fantasy... noun... The faculty or activity of imaging things, especially things that are impossible or improbable.

Chapter 1

"David, you had three hard hits tonight. All of them to the right center field wall. Did you see something from Puente and Wallace, that your teammates didn't?"

"I don't know," I began. "But, I did tell them in the dugout. Both Royals pitchers were trying to get me to swing at change ups. And, I did. Three hits worth."

I chuckled. Hard.

"And, on top of that, you had a fantastic throw out at first on that bunt from Marchman, plus a great tag out at third with Peters' attempted steal from second. Still, another loss tonight. Do you have any concerns about the lack of offense the Mariners are having, this early in the season?"

"Robbie... It's no secret to the team, and the fans. We're struggling. Dead last in the AL West. My teammates, and the coaches, are trying our best to turn things around. Every single player is working their ass off to be better. Extra time in the bullpen, batting cage, and the field. Myself included. I have confidence in Steve Brophy. He's gonna turn things around, soon."

"Steve Brophy is the manager, folks. Your brother, Donald, is having a great April and May with the Royals. Four hits for him tonight. All singles. Both of you are error free in the field and each of you are one, and two, in the batting stats."

"Well, Robbie... I love my, brother. But baseball is baseball. He knows, as well as I do. We're both as competitive as hell on the field. When we meet on the field, we hug each other, talk about Mom and Dad, then it's baseball. I'm gonna try to beat him, and I know well, he's gonna try and beat me."

"Thank you for your time, David. And folks, David Brantley is leading the American League with a.421 batting average, with Donald Brantley right behind him. Thanks again, David."

"You're welcome."

I smiled to the camerawoman, heard Robbie sign off with the local TV station, and then turned to find Bruce waiting at the dugout for me. I knew, if Bruce was waiting for anyone, it wasn't good news. I groaned in my throat, cocked my head, and gave him a steely eye. The fucker just smiled at me. Asshole.

Whatever it was, I knew I could handle it. Yeah, I'm on a suck ass team. But there's about eight other suck ass teams right now. I'm pretty sure I'm not going back to Triple A.

As I neared Bruce...

"You had a great night, David. As usual."

I stopped in front of him in the dugout...

"Thanks. Look... You and I both know, something needs to be said. So, say it." Again, eyes of steel from me.

"Alright. Brophy wants to see you. Right now." He returned the steely eye, I gave him.

I nodded, Bruce spun on a toe, and lead the way to Brophy's office, through the dugout and locker room. Bruce entered first and I closed the door behind me. Brophy was on a phone call. Still in his uniform.

I sat in the chair, as Bruce stood next to Brophy's desk... leaning against the glass wall. The call didn't last more than a minute, and it was mostly Brophy listening, and grunting in his throat... in apparent reply. Then, with an ending... "OK," Brophy hung up the phone.

He turned in his chair. Paused for a second, with a neutral stare, then... leaned forward, and rested his crossed arms on the desk in front of him...

"Brantley. You've been traded to the Royals."

He paused to gauge my reaction.

But, I had been practicing for this day. Once a week for the last year. To offer an unemotional reaction.

Although, I thought I was drafted by the Mariners, three years ago, to help turn around the fortunes of this team. At least, that's what I thought a first round draft pick was for. Although, despite the practice... emotion hit my chest like a sledge hammer. My brain stopped processing for a moment...

The Royals? Did I hear that right? The team we just played? Before I could say anything... Brophy...

"They're waiting on you. On the bus to the airport. Gather your things and hustle it. Someone with the Royals is outside, on the concourse, waiting to meet you."

"OK," I offered, as I stood. I took a deep breath. I eyed Brophy... "I enjoyed my time here. In Seattle."

All I received was a grunt from Brophy and a big ass smile from Bruce.

I turned, left the office and went straight to my locker. I glanced around the locker room. Apparently, no one knew I was leaving. I stripped, showered, shaved, and dressed... without a word from me, or another teammate. It took all of ten minutes. I began packing my glove and cleats. Then...

"What are doing?"

I looked up from my bag, to Nelson. Our right fielder.

"I've been traded. To the Royals," I replied, as I stood upright. The look on his face told me he couldn't believe his ears.

"Are you serious?"

"I am," I replied, as I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "See ya on the field."

I turned and headed to the exit. I could hear Nelson telling others I was leaving, but I got my ass out of there before anyone could call after me. I took the stairs, two steps at a time, and landed on the concourse. I looked to my right. Just a few people. Then, I turned to my left.

A stranger, with a Royals hat.

And...

My brother.

Smiling like he hadn't seen me in years. A welcome sight, any time my brother and I meet.

I took ten steps toward them and my brother closed the remaining five. With a huge smile on my face, I dropped my bag and we held each other. For a good 10, or 15 seconds. Without a word. Drinking in the brotherly love we have for one another. Then...

"I can't believe this has happened," we both uttered into each other's ear.

We broke our embrace. Simultaneously. Offered a hand shake. Simultaneously. Smiled, like well-fed dogs... simultaneously.

"Mom and dad," we spoke... simultaneously. We both laughed. Hard. Simultaneously. I got the next words in, before Donald could...

"They're going to be, so happy." I nodded. I felt emotion's grip on my chest and throat and I could see the same in my brother. I fought back the tears of joy. As did he. It was a good half minute before either of us could say anything. I took my brother into my arms and held him. As he did, me. Hard. Trying to meld my body into his. I choked back tears of joy and he did, too.

We broke our embrace. I...

"Let's go. Might as well get it over with."

My brother reached for, and took my bag. Then, my arm across his shoulder as we walked to the buses. To take the Royals to the airport.

I was emotional. I couldn't say anything as we walked.

"The team knows you're coming," my brother offered. "I've never seen so many happy faces with the news. They couldn't believe it at first. I couldn't believe, either."

"I only hope I can meet their expectations."

"Oh, you will. You're a fuckin' monster in this town. Kansas City is going to go crazy when they hear the news you're leaving Seattle. And. You're staying with me. Roommates... Again, David. Just like at Texas Tech."

"Yeah," I sighed, with happy emotion. "Roommates." I choked on a tear. My heart inside my throat.

"I can't wait."

*****

I was met by the manager of the Royals, outside the bus.

Clint Stevens.

A big ass smile on his face, and a firm grip on my hand. Welcoming words from his lips. When he introduced me on the bus, I never heard so many yells, yelps, and hoots in my life. Every man was slapping me on the back, and the ass... high fives, and low fives, as I walked down the aisle to the empty seats on the right. Everyone telling me, and Donald, how happy they are for me to be part of the team.

"We're fuckin' going to the World Series!" I heard, in the back. I took my seat against the window and Donald sat next to me. All eyes seemed to be on us. Smiles everywhere.

Another emotion. I've never been welcomed, like this before. Just a few seconds passed and the bus left for the airport. There was excitement all the way to the airport and for about twenty minutes on the plane. Again, Donald sat with me. It was late and we would be getting into Kansas City late. Right before it began to calm down on the flight, Donald and I, both heard... from several rows behind us...

"Fuckin' identical twin brothers. Leading the majors in hits, and now, on the same fuckin' team. Unbelievable."

I also heard, right before the quiet, the Royals picked up two fantastic relievers from the Pirates and the Orioles. The Royals already have a great pitching staff.

Damn.

Maybe this team will go to the World Series.

*****

It was late when we arrived in Kansas City, and it was a day off for the Royals. Mid-week.

But, everyone was expected to go to the Stadium, to practice for the next game with the Rangers.

Donald showed me to the guest room in his house. I was exhausted. The excitement overwhelming. I stripped, washed my face, flossed and brushed my teeth and collapsed into the queen size bed. My head hit the pillow and...

A sliver of daylight piercing the opposite wall. I stretched. Yawned loudly. And my bladder was about to explode. I groaned myself out of bed and crossed the hallway to the guest bathroom. It seemed like I pissed for an hour. During that long, relieving piss...

I needed to call my teammates, who I shared a house with, in Seattle. I would need to hire someone to pack my things and ship them to Kansas City. I slipped my dick back into my underwear, washed my face, wet, and combed my hair, and...

I fuckin' only have the clothes I wore from Seattle. I blinked at myself in the mirror.

I opened the door to the bathroom and my brother was waiting on me in the bedroom. A huge smile on his face, and he was pointing to the bed I slept in last night. Jeans, shirts, socks, shoes. Waiting for me.

"My clothes are yours, David. Until yours arrive from Seattle. After breakfast, we'll go through my closet and you pick out what you want."

I wouldn't have expected any less from my brother. And, I would've done the same for him.

"Get dressed and come to the kitchen. I have eggs and bacon waiting."

I took a phone call from my parents, while I dressed. Apparently, Donald spoke with them. Mom and Dad were overjoyed. It was good to hear their voices.

During breakfast, Donald briefed me on what to expect when I got to Kauffman Stadium. Teammates. Training staff. Equipment staff. Grounds crew. Coaches. Office staff and managers. Donald had me fired up. To be part of the Royals.

I hung up the clothes Donald loaned me, and spoke with our older sister, and our younger sister. They had heard the news and they sounded as excited as Donald, Mom, and Dad. I was told, our younger brother, James, had been told of the news. He was attending classes at Texas Tech and is the starting second baseman for the baseball team. A freshman. I expected his call later.

After hanging up with my sister, I received a phone call from a woman. Who introduced herself as Helen Bergeron, and told me she's the PR rep for the Royals. She ordered me... albeit, kindly, to get my butt to the stadium by noon. A press conference to introduce me, is scheduled.

I looked at my watch. Dressed in a business suit... Grabbed my glove and cleats and headed to the garage. To ready myself to be a Royal.

Now, Donald's bedroom is near the garage and I heard him, and a woman, speaking behind the closed door. I must've been pretty tired last night to not notice a woman was in the house. No hint of perfume. No coat lying on a chair. No girly things lying on a coffee table. Nothing.

Now, my brother is a ladies man. Ever since high school. The girls love him. I've seen lots of women, in many situations, throw themselves at him. And sometimes, he gets a little nookie. He failed to tell me about a woman, so... I surmised, this was a... Well... a brief relationship. I chuckled in my throat.

I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, snatched an apple, and poured a small glass of V8. I gulped the drink and Donald waved at me to go. I followed him into the garage with my apple and bag.

I'm telling ya. Donald likes the cars. I do, too. But nowhere near what Donald likes. He bought a custom painted, Royal blue C8 Corvette. It's beautiful. He told me about it last year. I tossed my bag into the frunk and we left for the Stadium. Damn. This car has to be the hottest car I've ever seen.

At the Stadium, we entered through the players gate. And... Helen Bergeron was there, waiting on us.

"Gentlemen. The owner, Mr. McKuen, and Mr. Stevens, are waiting for you in the press room. To introduce you, Mr. David Brantley... to the fans, and the media. Everyone is excited, not only for your performances on the field, but because you are brothers. And even more so... identical twins. It's a story, Sirs. I have Gail looking into, whether this is a first in major league history. Twin brothers. On the same team."

I smiled and nodded. My brother...

"Thanks Helen."

If I didn't know any better, this woman couldn't have been out of college for very long. Pretty woman. Long, straight, black hair. Sexy, super dark brown eyes... almost black. Broad and black eyebrows and long eyelashes. Silky white skin. High cheek bones. Wide smile. Sexy figure in her blue, knee length skirt and blouse... buttoned all the way to the neck, BTW. Narrow waist and nice, defined hips. Nice tits. Not huge, but not small either. High heels for sexy legs. With her heels, umm... five-seven? Donald caught me checking Helen out and wiggled an eyebrow at me. I smiled a knowing smile. It was then...

I noticed a wedding ring on her left hand.

Damn. Lucky bastard, whoever he is.

The press conference was, which was fortunately, only twenty minutes, thanks to Helen. Donald and I answered all the obvious questions.

"How's it feel to be on the same team?"

"How does anyone tell the two of you apart?"

"You both are leading the majors in batting stats. Which of you is going to win the batting title?"

Dumb questions. To me at least.

Batting? It's too early in the season to answer that.

Tell us apart? A question Donald and I have lived with our entire lives. I have a small mole on my left arm, near the wrist. I think Donald has a slightly larger nose, and he has a scar just off his left eyebrow. From a time, as a child, he was hit by a playground swing when he fell off. And, I'm slightly taller. And, I'm older... by four minutes.

And... how does it feel to be on the same team?

I answered...

"I love my brother. Always have. And, I long to be with him. Often. I consider this opportunity, to be here in Kansas City, a blessing. To share the love of baseball with him, and my new teammates. As you know, we played together at Texas Tech. We played together in high school, and youth ball in Cleburne. And, the last four years, we've played on different teams. It was hard for me. To be away from Donald. I think it's a 'twin' thing. You know. Together in the womb. Together forever. I have those feelings, for Donald." I choked back the emotion in my throat and chest. "I want to thank Mr. McKuen, and Mr. Stevens, for this opportunity. To be with my brother... Again. I promise. To the fans, and to Mr. McKuen. I'm gonna work my ass off. To win games for the Royals, and... to be near my brother."

I received applause from the staff and the reporters. Then, Donald...

"I have nothing to add. I would've offered the same words. I love you, David. Very much."

I lost it.

The grip on my throat had to be relieved. I wept. I covered my face with my hand to hide my tears and emotions. I heard Donald choking on his tears. I stood, touched my brother on the shoulder to stand, and I embraced him. Weeping on his shoulder. Not a manly thing, I know, but... I can't describe the love I have for Donald. It seems I'm not whole without him. And...

For as long as I've been given this opportunity to be with him, I'm going to cherish every moment with my brother.

*****

The welcome I received when I stepped into the locker room.

Memorable. I pray I never forget.

I have never been welcomed by teammates, like I was this day.

All I received from my teammates in Seattle was a welcoming handshake. Followed by a couple of "humphs."

My new teammates were excited about our playoff prospects and winning the division.

I met the equipment manager and the assistants. The head athletic trainer and his assistants. Shown my locker. Ready for use. I pulled my jersey from the hook and looked on the back...

I smiled. My heart leapt at the sight of the number, 17. And my last name across the top. Damn. I hope I can meet the expectations of my teammates. We've already won the World Series, to hear them talk.

And, I suppose we had a chance. The pitching staff is fantastic. Donald, myself, and two other starters are hitting above.350. Three others above.300. Donald and I are flirting with.400.

When introduced to the press, Clint Stevens announced I would be the starting third baseman. Miguel Bustos, formerly at third, would move to second base. And Donald would be moved from second base to the designated hitter position.

"It was a hard decision," Stevens offered, when asked. "All three players are more than excellent position players. There may be a time, when I change my mind, and change the fielding line up."

I worked my ass off.

Batting cage. Sprints. Infield practice. Double plays. Throws to first and home. I took a second turn in the cage. To work off the energy and excitement of my first day with the Royals. I even ran stadium steps. Donald came along.

I'm ready.

For the Rangers tomorrow night.

*****

I followed Donald into his house, from the garage.

I slipped past him and headed to the guest bedroom. I returned my brother's phone call. James had phoned and left a message while I was at practice. When I came back to the living room, Donald was gone. I checked the master bedroom, kitchen, garage.

Back in the living room, I caught a movement in the backyard. I sidestepped some furniture and opened the French door.

I blinked. I swallowed. Hard.

Just a few feet away, near the swimming pool, Donald was making out with a gorgeous blonde in a bikini. The sight of her caused my dick to flinch. This woman...

Hot. On fire, hot.

Standing on her toes. Her arms around my brother's neck, her lips gently caressing the lips of my brother. His hands on her lower back. Pulling her into his body. It was damn sexy to see these two kissing one another. A copper colored, tight, shiny bikini with her cute little butt cheeks on full display. Slightly tanned skin. On her toes, I'm guessing at least five-nine flat footed, considering Donald is six-two.

Damn.

I stood there for a few seconds until they broke their kiss. Donald saw me and smiled.

"Come on, Lori. I want you to meet my brother."

Damn. Again.

She hit me with a fantastic smile. Brilliant white teeth. Piercing brown eyes. Turning, and holding my brother's hand, the couple walked toward me. Fantastic tits behind her scoop bikini top... Gently wiggling as she took her steps. Her pussy mound, well-defined in her tight bottoms. Flat tummy. Her ribs could barely be made out. As she neared, I noticed freckles. Soft freckles. Just a few, here and there. Across her upper chest, arms, and across her cute nose and cheeks. And. She's young. Twenty, if she's a day.

"Lori Jones, this is my brother, David. He joined the Royals today."

"Hi," she chirped, in a higher, than I expected, voice. Offering her petite, feminine hand to mine. I took her hand in greeting. "You and Donald are the talk of the town, David. Everyone is excited about the prospects the Royals have, and my colleagues spoke about the two of you all day. Welcome to Kansas City."

"Thank you, Lori," I replied. "I'm happy to be with my brother again. However..." I glared at my brother... with a grin. "He failed to mention you before now." Back to Lori... "I can see why he kept you a secret, until know. I love your bikini and you wear very well." I hissed in my throat and I hope she didn't hear it.

"Thank you," she cheeped.

"Lori's a fashion, and glamor model," my brother offered. "We met three weeks ago at a fundraiser for the Children's Hospital. An auction. Lori was one of the models displaying the auction items for the bidders."

I heard my brother hiss. She must've been hot for him to hiss like that.

"And by the way. I met James Young. Remember when we were kids? We thought he hung the moon and each of us argued who would be James Young at the plate in youth ball."

"James Young?" I slurred. "I hope I get a chance to meet him, too."

"Yeah," Lori giggled. "Your brother was bidding, on purpose, every time I held an item for everyone to see. Waving me over to get a closer look at... the stupid clock I had." She laughed. I gut laughed myself. I would've done the same.

This woman is smoking hot. Everything about her is sexy and exotic. I looked at Donald, and he was smiling at me.

Uh oh.

Smitten? Or just horny.

"Lori has been modeling since she was thirteen. She's an experienced pro now, at eighteen."

Eighteen?!!! Holy crap!

Donald kissed Lori and patted her cute, perky, and bared bottom. Her bikini bottoms didn't hide much in the back. "I'll get supper started. Tell David about your modeling gigs." He winked at me as he slipped past, and into the house. From inside the house... "She's an Instagram model. Get her to show you her work."

"Instagram?" I arched my eyebrows at her.

"Yeah! Let me show you."

Sprite. Upbeat, this woman. Eighteen? Damn.

She spun on a toe and walked across the pool deck toward her belongings in a lounge chair. That ass has to be the sexist ass I've ever laid eyes on. The tight, high waisted, cheeky bottoms enhance her juicy ass. Narrow waist and gently flaring hips. Perky glutes. Feminine back covered in long, straight, and thick blonde hair. Swishing across her back with each step she took.

And her voice. A higher pitch than an average woman's voice. Not one of those mousey, squeaky voices, though. But, somewhere lower, and in between. It's kinda sexy to hear her voice. However, I wondered if I would tire, and become annoyed, of the higher pitch, over time.

Wearing a flowing, see through cover up, she handed me her phone.

As she was touching the screen beside me, I took note...

6.7 million followers. At eighteen?

She is smoking hot in these sexy outfits she's wearing. Her poses. Seductive. Sassy. Suave. Sophisticated. All of the above and more. Dresses. Shorts. Crop tops. Gowns. Bikinis. Lingerie. After about five minutes... She took the phone from my fingers and stepped in front of me. I couldn't help catching a glimpse of her sexy cleavage.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Damn, she's pretty.

"I think... 6.7 million followers means you're a successful Instagram model. Your photos and videos are sexy. Sophisticated." Her exotic and seductive, golden brown eyes were doing a number on me. Her smile, too.

"So... you'll follow me?"

She caught me off guard... "Umm... Lori. I, umm... I don't have any social media. I don't have Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tik Tok. None of it. It's... too distracting to my career. After supper, I need to borrow Donald's computer so I can go over the scouting report of the Rangers." I expected her to be disappointed.

"You're just like your brother!" she chirped, with a happy smile. Not a trace of disappointment in her tone. What a sprite voice and attitude. "But, you'll tell your family and teammates about me, won't you?"

"I will," I offered.

*****

After supper, I took Donald's laptop to my room.

Logging into the Royals secure website to get the scouting reports.

For about twenty minutes, I reviewed each pitcher on the Rangers staff. I had faced some of these pitchers and I looked at what they threw to me. Fastballs mostly. Low and outside and low and inside. I do like a juicy fastball down the middle, just above the knees. But, I also took note, there were a lot of change ups. And, I knew that from the last two years.

I worked really hard in the off season to recognize, and take advantage of the off-speed change up. I knew the change up was my weakness, and I was determined to make it a strength. I got three hits on change ups, last night, against the Royals. And, I was becoming comfortable with watching for them and taking a swing at them. Then...

A soft knock at the door. I heard the doorknob jiggle. Then, the hinge creak.

I turned from the desk and...

Lori.

Smiling a shy smile.

Tight ass, sexy jeans. Cropped, and ripped sweat top, with some sexy cleavage on display. Hair pulled back into a messy pony. Again, drop dead gorgeous woman..

"Busy?" she asked.

"I have a few minutes." I stood and let her take my seat. I sat on the edge of the bed... facing her.

"I'm glad you like my Instagram. But, that's not all I have. I have videos on YouTube and Rumble. Twitter and TikTok, too. I model clothes and lingerie from different designers. And my followers rate them in the comments."

"Wow. It sounds as though you're busy. You do look great in those photos and videos I saw earlier. Very professional."

"Thank you. Do you think I look sexy in the photos? I mean, as a man. Do you like seeing what I post to Instagram?"

"I do. As a man," I chuckled. "I suppose I'm no different than any other redneck from Texas." She laughed at me. "I like how you show your skin without revealing the goods. You have a fantastic figure. You're very... suggestive. I can see where a man can get a thrill out of following your Instagram."

"40% of my followers are young men. Ages 18-30. The others are young women."

"I am curious, Lori. Do you have someone to advise, or help you? With the photography and clothes selection? To me, it certainly looks very professional. I'm thinking you may not be doing this alone. Or, perhaps you do."

"I do. She's my mother!"

Again, I was caught by surprise. Her mother helps her with those sexy clothes and poses?

"My mother was a model, too."

"Umm," I hummed. Now it makes sense.

"I also have an OnlyFans account. Two actually."

For the billionth time, since I met Lori Jones, I was caught by surprise, by this woman.

Now... I don't follow anyone on OnlyFans, but I do know what it is. My roommates in Seattle were constantly following "creators." Showing a few to me when I was on the plane to out of town games. Admittedly, I was turned on by some of the content I was shown, but I don't want to spend my precious personal time watching videos of people having sex. Or showing their tits and pussies. Or giving blowjobs. Some of the content I've been shown, admittedly, is disgusting. Poor taste, in my opinion.

But, I'm also not a prude. I've had some fantastic relationships with women. Both socially, and sexually. I've even participated in threesomes. Not my thing though, but when the woman, or women are superhot... well... I haven't declined an offer, but once. I had to leave for the ballpark.

And... I'm not a romantic. Probably, the most unromantic man in the universe. I'm so unromantic, I struggle to spell... "romantic." My relationships with women are brief, I'm sure, because of it. But, I can make a woman cum, multiple times when we're together. And, I can appreciate a woman in my arms. It's sexy, and erotic, to have my hands on a woman. Just holding a naked woman in my arms, is a fantastic feeling. And, I love tits in my hands... No matter the size. A woman's tits are erotic for me.

"OnlyFans, huh," I replied. "I'm familiar with the content."

"Yeah," she whispered. "Don't worry. Donald knows. I have one account for photos and videos, similar to Instagram, but rated 'M,' for mature. Instagram doesn't allow that content."

I nodded.

"The other account is under a pseudonym. It's sexual. You know. With another person."

"I see," I replied. I felt my eyes widen in surprise. It didn't escape me, that she said... "another person." Leaving the gender detail out.

"Yeah. Everyone wears a mask, or hood, to hide their identity. I'm not in the top 5%, yet. But, I've only had this account open for about 6 weeks. Do you want to see my content?"

"Well, uh. I do need to call it a night. My first game with the Royals is tomorrow night." I looked at my watch... 11:25 pm.

She leaned forward. Giving me an unobstructed view down her shirt. No bra. Nice tits. Lickable.

In a whisper... "Just for a moment. I want to know if you think the content is... arousing. For a man."

I really didn't want to see it. I'm certain, if what I would see, is what I think I would see, I'm sure I couldn't sleep knowing the woman in the video is Lori. Standing just inches away and... Considering the hotness of the female in my room.

"OK. But just a few minutes. I really need to go to..."

"Yes!" she squeaked, before I could finish. "I'll scrub to the juicy part in the video I made last week." She turned to the desk, took Donald's computer, and began typing on it. I sure hope Donald didn't mind the porn on his laptop.

In just about a minute...

"Here. Look at this."

I stood and knelt at the desk beside her in the chair. A paused screen. A man on top of a woman in bed. Side view, with some elevation of the camera. Definitely Lori. Both fully nude. Both wearing party masks to hide their facial features. Lori, her legs spread wide and her hands and arms around this man's neck and back. Her breasts pressed against his chest.

Lori tapped the space bar and...

"You're going to make me cum!" Lori wheezed. Definitely couldn't hide her voice. "Come on, Baby! I want you so much!"

Lori's arms squeezing the man around the neck and back. Pressing him into her body. Her long legs parted as wide as they could go. Squeaking and whining into the man's ear. The man fucking her with a purpose. He's wheezing and grunting like an animal. Mumbling, "Fuck."

For a brief second, I was hoping this wasn't Donald. But, a microsecond later, the man said, "Fuck," again. And, I knew then, that wasn't Donald. An overwhelming relief flooded my blood and bones. As the video progressed...

In a crescendo... "OhMyGod!... OhMyGodOhMyGod! I'm gonna cum on your..."

Lori began gagging out squeaks and squeals, as though she was trying to catch her breath. Her legs quivering in the air. A few seconds later, she... "Holy Fuck! I just came on your big fat..."

Again, she began quivering beneath her lover. Squeaking out her orgasm. Then...

The video paused, as Lori tapped the space bar. I quickly caught a glimpse of her account name...

Ellen's Room. 91K followers.

"What do you think?"

"I'm... stimulated." I swallowed hard. I saw Lori dart her eyes to my waist line, but I was on a knee beside her. I don't think she saw my hard on.

"Do you think I was faking it? My orgasm, I mean."

"It seemed realistic. I really... Well, it wasn't what I was thinking when you had your orgasm. Whether it was fake, or not. Umm... was it? Real?"

She closed the laptop and leaned a little toward me. "It was real. Buster is a fantastic lover. He really knows how to make me feel good. He's an OnlyFans member, too. Here in Kansas City. That's how we met. Buster isn't his real name. It's a pseudonym. Buster. Do you get it? Bust... Her?"

She really over did the emphasis on her last words. With her petite voice, it was comical, and I nearly burst out laughing, because of it. She showed a tiny hint of immaturity with that comment.

"I caught the meaning when you mentioned his name. Honestly, I think it's a little corny. His pseudonym."

"Really?" She looked surprised. OK... she really is immature.

"Yeah, I do."

She paused, looked at me, and I could tell she was thinking.

"Donald and I have been together. He's a fantastic lover."

"OK. I suspected the two of you have been together. I've heard other women mention that about him. Being a fantastic lover."

It was true, too. Donald can fuck a woman silly, and they always come back for more.

"I asked him if he was interested in making a video. He was pretty adamant. He had a public career and couldn't risk someone recognizing him."

"I agree with Donald. Something like that," I replied, as I nodded toward the laptop computer. "Can ruin his career. Mine, too, IF... you're about to ask me my interest."

There was no doubt, she was disappointed. I couldn't help wondering she came to me for this very reason. To get me to make a sex tape with her.

"Lori Jones, you are one sexy woman. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you. When you and Donald were kissing, before I met you, I was turned on. In nearly every case, when Donald meets a woman, I'm attracted to her, also. And, vice versa. I suppose we have the same taste, when it comes to women. I'm sure you'll have a successful career with your modeling and creating."

She paused for a moment, and then leaned toward me, as though to steal a kiss.

"Whoa," I interrupted, as I put a hand on her shoulder, to stop her. "These two brothers don't share girlfriends." I quickly got to my feet and looked down on her. "Don't get me wrong, Lori. The more I'm getting to know you, I'm jealous I didn't meet you first." And, I meant it. I paused...

"Now. I'm going to bed. I have a game tomorrow."

Chapter 2

"What do you think about Lori?"

I fell back into my seat when Donald stepped on the accelerator of his C8. Merging into traffic on the 470.

"I think she's superhot. Fantastic figure. Sensuality oozes from her. It's hard, not to be attracted to her."

"She told me she came to your room, last night, while I was on the phone with Stevens. To hear her tell it, you threw her out." Donald gut laughed. Hard. And I did, too.

"She briefed me on all her social media accounts. Particularly, the OnlyFans accounts."

"And?"

"And... I think she's immature, and she's gonna fuck up her modeling career if she continues that sex tape account. Someone's gonna find out and tell all."

"I agree."

Donald shoved me into the door, as he changed lanes to pass a slow dump truck. Then, he took the exit for I-435. Again, pushing me toward the center console.

"You know," my brother offered. "I can handle the modeling. Once she showed me the OnlyFans, I knew then, I wouldn't be in this relationship very long."

"Umm," I replied. I could see Arrowhead and Kauffman in the distance.

"She asked me to watch her videos and rate them. I didn't want to, but pussy was promised." He laughed. "She turned 18 on the second of March. Here it is, three months later. She's made 18 videos of her screwing men and women. Her mother was in three of them."

"Holy shit. Her mother? Really?" I couldn't help laughing.

"In threesomes. And... Buster," he emphasized. "Was in those three." He laughed hard, again. "I'm tellin' ya, though. Her mother is smoking hot, too. I wouldn't mind putting my dick in that pussy."

He changed lanes to begin the exit from the freeway.

"Her father died in a motorcycle accident, when she was 5. Her mother's been single ever since. Something about a trust terminating, if she marries again."

"Umm," I offered.

"Don't worry, Brother. She's immature and independent. I'm already seeing signs she's going to move on. Soon, I think. I'll miss her, though."

"Yeah?"

"You know that woman who wants you to fuck her. Lays there, letting you fuck her? Enjoys being fucked?"

"Yeah."

"And the other woman, who likes to fuck you in return? Rides you like a horse in full gallop? Demands you tell her you're about to cum, because she wants to swallow?"

"I do."

"That's Lori. She loves sex and loves to fuck you. Constantly asking me if she's a good lover. That's why I'm gonna miss her. Eighteen years old. I doubt I'll see another eighteen year old. Gorgeous. Sexy. And fucks me silly."

I was getting turned on, when Donald took the exit.

*****

My first at bat.

As a Kansas City Royal.

"Number 17! David Brantley-eeeeeee!"

I made my way from the on deck circle, to the left side of the plate. The cheers of the crowd, curled my blood. A different atmosphere, Kansas City, than from Seattle.

Earlier, Donald and I signed baseballs, hats, and shirts. Together. A first for both of us. We were getting a lot of attention from the fans prior to the game, and I feared my teammates would be pissed, because of it. This certainly didn't happen to me in Seattle.

Later, in the dugout... Josh Peters. A thirteen year veteran of the majors...

"If you're worried about all the attention, forget it. Everyone here," he gestured, to the nearby players. "Know you and Donald are greats in the making. Help keep us competitive, and these fuckers won't give a shit about autographs. In fact, I predict, if we're 10 games up in the division by August, every one of us will be signing autographs prior to the game. Relax. Do your fuckin' job."

Peters offered me a high five, and I took it. One of the best gestures I've received since arriving in Kansas City.

Two on and one out. My brother on second, and Marchman on first. Bottom of the first.

I took my stance in the box. A couple of swings and I was ready. The wind up and...

Fastball.

I knew when he released it. It was going to be left to right and this one was a bit too high.

Juicy.

I brought my bat around on the first pitch, as fast as I could. My eyes lasered on the ball.

The sound of the ball off my wooden bat was a welcoming sound.

The feel of the impact in my hands... exhilarating.

I dropped my bat and sprinted for first as I watched the ball fly to the left center field wall. I quickly looked for my brother... rounding third.

I rounded first, hard and fast, realizing the left fielder misjudged the carom from the wall. I watched the center fielder intercept the ball... rifling it to third to hold Marchman.

A stand up double.

I finally took a breath. It was then... I heard the ovation. The cheers. Adrenaline flowing thick through my veins. Marchman pointing a finger at me with a huge smile on his face. Clapping his hands together. A glance to my dugout and my teammates were giving each other high fives. And pointing to me. I gave them an index finger in return.

"Great hit," I heard from behind me. The Rangers second baseman. I gave him a subdued wave.

At least my first at bat wasn't a disappointment. But, I also knew, disappointment was waiting for me in the future. Short, or long lived... every professional player has a slump.

I looked to the heavens and asked that it wait until off season!

*****

It wasn't only me.

My brother. Marchman. Aguilar. And Bustos, too.

All five of us went 5 for 5 in the third game of the series with Texas. Crushing the Rangers 14 to 1. The crowd went berserk when I caught an easy grounder and threw it to first, for the final out, in the top of the ninth. Celebrations on the field with my teammates. As I walked to the dugout with my brother...

"Lori has been sending me messages on Signal."

"OK," I replied, as I entered the locker room behind the dugout. It was really loud from the excitement.

Donald stopped me at my locker with a hand on my shoulder.

"She's been begging me for a threesome with you. For three days, now."

"OK... But no..."

"Cameras," he interrupted. "I already told her."

I turned to toss my glove into the locker, and began unbuttoning my jersey... "It's not like we haven't shared each other's pussy in the past. What will this be? At least six? Or seven?"

"Not since Tech, either." He paused. "I didn't know you were counting." I turned to him and he looked confused.

"I'm not. I was just guessing." I tossed my jersey into the basket for laundry, then turned to Donald. "If she sneaks a camera in, I'm gonna kill her. No purses, bags, and her clothes go to another room. So, when?" I sat down and began removing my cleats from my feet.

"Sunday evening. After the day game with Boston." Donald walked to his locker... three down from mine... and began taking off his uniform.

Over the loud talking in the locker room... Donald...

"I'll call and tell her, seven. Unless there's extra innings."

*****

On the drive home from the Red Sox game, I was getting concerned.

Not about Lori Jones.

I was worried about me.

Since my arrival in Kansas City, the Royals were 7-0. Sweeping both the Rangers and the Red Sox. I feared I was going to become paranoid.

Heading for home, Donald made a left turn, from getting off the 470 and...

"You know," we both blurted. I laughed, and he did, too. It wasn't the first time the two of us began speaking at the same timed.

"The Royals are 7-0 since I arrived," I offered.

"Yeah. I was thinking the same... just now." He glanced at me quickly and then focused on the road. "It won't last, Brother. You know it, as well as I do. We went 17-0 at Tech, as sophomores, and then lost three in a row. Relax."

"Hell," I groaned. "You're as uptight as I am."

I could see the driveway of Donald's house.

*****

I took a shower and shaved.

A pair of clippers to my pubes. In the shower. A drain screen to catch the fall out.

I combed my wet, thick, well-groomed, coal black, slightly wavy hair. Checked my whiskers for any missed with my razor.

I looked at my watch, on the vanity of the bathroom, as I brushed my teeth.

7:13 pm.

Donald and I agreed, we would do this in my room. The guest room.

One, I recently replaced the bed with a king. Two. Neither of us trusted Lori. If determined, she could sneak a camera in. Most likely, into his bedroom, or the common areas of his house.

I bought a plug-in night light. To cast a soft glow on the room. I bought two tea candles. I installed black out shades on the windows, to hide any evening sunlight.

To deny Lori any light for the camera to pick up a sharp image. Yet, enough silhouette light to see tits, pussy, and dick.

Admittedly, I was looking forward to this. Lori Jones is one of the hottest chicks I've ever met. Five-nine. Long and slender arms and legs. If she were anymore slender, I would consider her skinny. Well-toned body, I suspected she worked out. Gorgeous facial features. I was looking forward to seeing her tits exposed.

I tossed my comb and razor into the bathroom vanity drawer and caught a glimpse in the mirror in front of me.

Brilliant white teeth, surrounded by a wide smile. I turned and her eyes darted to my dick. Then to my eyes. A confused look on her face.

Oh, by the way... she was fully nude. A hairless pussy. I can't wait to get my hands on those tits. Standing proudly on her chest. Firm, perky, youthful. Faint blue veins just under her white breast flesh. I groaned in my throat.

"You're not circumcised." Clearly, she was confused. "But, Donald is."

From the hallway... "We never asked our parents why. We figured it was to tell the two of us apart, when we were babies." I nodded to Lori in agreement. Then, her attitude changed. She took three steps forward. Drilling her golden brown eyes into my dark brown eyes. A hand on my shoulder, and her other hand cradling my flaccid dick. Her lips, just millimeters from mine...

"I love uncircumcised cock," she slurred, in a whisper. Her sultry eyes messing with my brain. "It's heavy, too. I love thick cock inside me." She slurred a hiss as she ran her fingers through my hairy chest. She pulled my foreskin back and forth a couple of times.

I grabbed a hip and shoulder and twirled her into my chest... Facing Donald, her back to me. She squeaked from her lips. Her bubbly ass against my still flaccid dick. Her hair tied into a lose knot on top of her head, I kissed her neck and ran my huge hand across her taut tummy. Heading for a tittie reward.

"Mmm," she slurred, as she caressed the side of my head with her fingers. "I love a man to take control." I sensed Donald had entered the bathroom and then he began kissing her. I could tell she was pumping his dick with her hand as I palmed her sexy tit. Her tittie filled my huge hand, and there was a little left over. Firm and youthful. Soft and feminine. As I mentioned, a woman's tits are a turn on for me, and... My dick swelled, the moment I palmed her feminine tittie flesh. I squeezed her stiff nipple with my thumb and finger. She whimpered into Donald's mouth, and buckled her knees. Her nipple... I pulled on it. I squeezed it. I pinched it with my fingernails.

"Oooh," she whimpered. "I love when a man plays with my nipples. Sometimes, I can have an org...... OH!" She gasped, buckled her right leg, and breathed hard. Twice. "Holy fuck," she whispered. "I just came... a little bit."

It was, then... I caught a whiff of her pussy. My dick began firming up. My nostrils couldn't get enough. My brain, either.

She bumped her ass against me and stepped forward into Donald. She grabbed his hand and pulled him straight into my room. She went to her knees and began sucking his dick. By now, fully engorged.

I closed the door. To keep light from entering the room. I pulled the covers and sheets back on the bed. Fluffed the pillows and laid on my bed. I saw Donald stand on his toes and his eyes rolled back, as she deep throated him. Groans from his lips, as his hands rested on her head. She sucked him for about a minute, when Donald bent over, and pulled her to her feet with his hands. Laying her gently on the bottom end of my bed. He parted her legs, fell to his knees and licked her pussy.

"Yes," she hissed, as she palmed his head. "You know what I like, Baby. Suck my little clit." Her perky voice was driving me mad.

It was then, I recognized she wasn't wearing a party mask, and I felt more comfortable about a video camera, not being present.

She arched her back and rested on an elbow, as she watched my brother suck and lick her pussy. Cooing from her throat. Her hand on my brother's shoulder. Her aroused scent beginning to fill the room. Slurps and sucks from my brother's lips. A minute later...

"Here," she chirped. "Donald. You suck me, and I'm going to suck David. On my side."

She wiggled more onto the bed and lay on her left side. Parting her legs and motioning to Donald to lay on his right side and suck her pussy. Her legs, straddling on both sides of his head, over his shoulders, as his slurps became audible again.

"Come here," she gestured, to me. "Lay right here. Lay on your right side, and wrap your legs around my head and shoulders. I'm going to suck your fantastic cock. I love an uncircumcised man.

I did, as instructed. Moving my pubis closer to her mouth. She guided my fully aroused cock into her mouth with her fingers and hummed. Sending a shiver down my spine. This woman can suck dick.

My toes curled. My blood boiled. My brain spun in vertigo. My eyes quivered in the sockets. It felt as though she was pulling the cum from my balls. Gawd, it felt good. We did this for about a minute... Lori ordered a switch. Same positions, with her on her right side now. I'm on her clit and she's blowing Donald.

Her clit...

A little larger than I had come to expect. In most women I've gone down on, their clits are little. Sometimes, hard to find. Not Lori. Hers...

A tiny bit longer. A tiny bit thicker. A small nub. But, not by much. The best I can describe. The little nub...

Protruding proudly from her clitoral hood. Which, by the way, was very swollen. A prominent feature on her pussy, the clitoral hood. I was going to jack that clitoral hood off with my fingers, while I sucked her clit.

I slipped her clit into my mouth and sucked it. Like a micro-mini dick. I tongued it. I licked it. I nibbled it with my teeth. I sucked it. I had her whimpering on Donald's dick. I could hear her slurping him. Gently, I jacked her clitoral hood back and forth, with my fingers, as I moved my tongue to her pussy entrance.

"Holy fuck," she wheezed, as she came off my brother's dick. "You're so fuckin' good down there." She looked at me. "You're fantastic with your mouth. I'm gonna fuck your brother, then I'm gonna fuck you."

And she did.

Donald wiggled himself to the headboard, turned and lay on his back. Lori grabbed his fully engorged dick, sucked him with three slurps, straddled his hips on her knees, snatched his cock, and lowered her pussy onto his dick. I stood by the bed and watched my brother's dick disappear behind the closely shaved pussy, belonging to Lori.

"You are so fuckin' thick," she wheezed, as she leaned forward and buried her face into his shoulder. Her tits pressed into his chest. I walked around to view them from behind... the foot of the bed.

I stood there. Watching her slowly, slightly, lift and lower hips. Softly whimpering into my brother's neck. My brother's arms around her upper back. Donald, short stroking her pussy from below. Erotic to watch his dick appear and disappear from her pussy. It only took a few moments... and a few strokes... for them to pick up the pace. I could hear Donald slurping on her tits. I could hear her pussy squishing with each plunge of my brother's dick.

You may be wondering.

Where's the condoms?

None for this threesome.

Donald and I tested for STDs earlier, at Lori's request. We exchanged reports with Lori, two days ago, and agreed to screw, au natural. I think that's how you spell it. And, Lori told Donald, weeks ago, she had birth control. The "good kind," she told him. "None of those sketchy pills, either." A small tube under the skin in her upper arm.

As I watched these two lovers go at each other, I gently stroked my cock. Whimpers and mumbles from Lori into Donald's neck and pillow. My eyes rolling back, just thinking how good it must feel to be inside Lori's eighteen year old pussy. Was it tight? Sloppy? I could feel the precum on my fingers, as Lori let out a loud whimper...

"Oh, Baby...... You're so... OH!... OhMyGod... I'm gonna cum on..."

She squealed into the pillow beside Donald's head. Loudly. But, that didn't stop Donald. He fucked her good for cumming on him. Slapping her ass with his left hand as he continued plunging his dick into her, from below. This continuation, on Donald's part, just accelerated the squealing. The whining. The wheezing. The loud mumbles. And her... "I love your cock!"

This went on for another minute. Then...

Donald rolled her onto her back and leapt from the bed. Gesturing to me with his right hand that it was my turn. His fully engorged dick... gently wagging against his belly in rhythm with his heartbeat.

"You're gonna love it," he groaned.

By now, Lori regained her senses and was gesturing me to come to her. Her legs wide apart. Her long arms extended toward me. Her pussy glistening with her cum.

"Hurry, David. I want you so bad. I haven't finished cumming. Hurry!"

I knee walked between her legs. I grabbed my dick. Prepared to enter this eighteen year old sex goddess, she grabbed my dick and pulled me right into her pussy. I leaned forward and...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, as I fell into her arms. I pumped once inside her very tight pussy, and... "Ho  ly Fuck," she whimpered, into my left ear. Her arms squeezing me around my shoulders and back. "You're just as..."

I cut her off by wrapping my arms around her and pumping my waist and hips at a moderate pace. Slicing my dick through her silky folds. I swear, her pussy muscles were fucking me in return. It felt surreal.

She grabbed my face and began kissing me. Urgently. Whining and whimpering into my mouth. Mumbling... "You're fucking me so good." Several times.

Her tongue tapped my uvula. Her nipples poking at my hairy chest. Continuing to fuck her, I arched my back and neck. Grabbing her left tittie with my lips and slurping on her nipple.

"OhMyGod, that feels so fuckin' good. I love when you suck my nip..."

It was then, Lori let out a blood curdling screech into the top of my head. Her pussy felt like it was crushing my dick. I fought through the tightness and continued fucking her.

"You're fuckin' me!" she screeched loudly... in her high pitch voice. Then... A scream... A crescendo... Into my neck..."I can't believe I'm gonna cum again, OhMyGod! HolyFuck!"

Lori transition into a full blown seizure beneath me. One of the most fantastic orgasms I've ever experienced with a woman. My brain conjured a thought...

Eighteen.

A fuckin' eighteen year old.

I think this is my first one, of this age.

Her whines and whimpers quivered through her orgasm. I jumped off her, and the bed. Donald pounced on her like a lion. Grabbing the back of her thighs and pushing them forward. Bending Lori in half. He wiggled his hips and the tip of his dick found her pussy entrance. She whined as his cock fully penetrated her. Then...

He fucked her.

Long stroking her with a purpose. His full weight and force, with his hands on the back of her thighs. In just moments, he had Lori wailing loudly. Mumbling... Loudly. Her hand twinkling her clit and pussy as his dick pumped hard. Her other hand squeezing her nipple. Her wails and whines becoming louder. A minute later, I heard Donald grunt. Then, a groan...

"I'm cumming," he gagged.

"OK," Lori wheezed. It was then, she took a deep breath. But didn't let out. As though she was unable to breathe. Then... "Oh Fuck!" from her lips. "Fuck me harder!"

On these words, I saw her eyes roll back into her skull. And from her lips, she wailed. I mean, one, very loud wail. No doubt she was cumming. She took a breath and wailed again.

Donald... paralyzed. Fully inside her pussy with his dick. Groaning like a wounded animal. No doubt, he was spilling his cum into her pussy.

Lori regained her sanity with a loud and final wail of her orgasm. She then attempted to refresh her body with oxygen. Again. That was one hell of an orgasm. I would have paid money to watch her orgasms.

Lori began clawing and pushing at Donald to get off. He rolled to the side, and crawled onto the floor. To recover.

"Come here and fuck me," she ordered, as she waved at me. "I want your cum inside me, too."

I bent over the bed, and flipped her onto her tummy. Lengthwise with the bed, with her head pointing toward the foot of the bed. Damn. What an ass. Perky. Muscular. Firm. I noticed my dick was throbbing. Hard. At the sight of it.

I knee walked onto the bed, straddled her legs, pushed them together, guided my dick to her pussy entrance, leaned forward, and...

"Yes," she hissed, as my dick slipped through her silky, tight folds. "Fuck me hard."

I can do that.

"Hard you say," I growled. "OK."

"I want you, David. I want you to make me cum."

Without a word, I placed a hand on the side of her face, and my other hand on the small of her back... above her left hip. My full weight, leaning into her. I lifted my hips and slammed my pubis into her sexy, perky ass with a crack. She screeched, then bit the sheets with her teeth. Clinching the sheets in her fists. I arced my ass, and thrust forward again. And, again.

All I wanted to do was shoot my cum out the other end of her tight pussy. Her orgasms, and her smell of arousal, turned me into a monster. She wanted it hard, and I was going to give it to her.

I fucked her for a good two minutes. Each forward stroke slapping my pubis against her ass. My weight, through my arms and hands, pressing her into the mattress. My back and hips arcing widely with each thrust. My forward stoke with force. My lungs straining for oxygen. I was fucking her as hard as I could. Resulting in...

Loud squeals. Loud screeches. Loud wails and whines. Multiple and loud... "Yes!" and... Loud... "Fuck me harder!"

Her pussy muscles. I swear, they were fucking me in return. Gripping my dick. Pulling me deeper into her tunnel. Resisting me, as I pulled back for the next thrust. It wasn't long before I felt the tendrils of my impending orgasm.

"Oh fuck," I wailed, as I continued fucking her as hard as I could.

Her response was immediate... "YES! YES! CUM, BABY! I WANT YOUR CUM!"

Those words were encouragement to my primal brain. My orgasm progressed instantaneously. My balls contracted. My cum scratched my insides. I thrust three more times and froze. My hips mini-thrust into her pussy. I wanted to spill my cum as deep as I could. My eyes twirled circles in the sockets. My breathing stopped. My brain stopped sending signals to my body. I lost self-control. I couldn't see anything except for the back of her head. I felt my cum leave my tiny slit and dump into her pussy. Again. And again. And again. Mixing with the cum from my brother.

Primal!

Monstrous!

I roared a loud grunt and fell onto my youthful lover. My cheek against her cheek.

"Holy shit," I moaned. "What a fuck."

"I loved it," she wheezed, beneath me.

I couldn't catch my breath. I strained for any available oxygen. I lost track of time and vicinity awareness.

Then... Lori... "You fuckers are the best fuckers I've ever had."

It sounded a little weird with her high voice.

She lifted her hips to urge me to roll off. I did. Still gagging for a breath. She wiggled onto my shoulder and pressed her tits into my chest. Leaning forward, hovering above me, she kissed me. Shoving her tongue past my lips and raking my tonsils. She then rolled onto her back, bent her knees, reached between her legs, and drew out the double cum shot she received in her pussy. Slurping her fingers and cooing as she did so. I could smell the musk... mixed cum from three bodies. From beside me...

"That would have been the best video upload ever. Had to have been the best fuckin' I've ever received. Could've bumped me up in the ratings."

I wasn't surprised at the last comment. She rolled from the bed and disappeared behind me. I heard her and Donald kissing. Each of them moaning into each other's lips. Moments later... from behind me and out of sight...

"I've gotta go. My agent got me a music video audition in New York." I heard a kiss between them. "I have some other auditions scheduled there, too. I may be gone for at least three weeks." More kissing.

I finally recovered and stood beside the bed. My dick becoming flaccid and dripping residual cum. Some of it dribbled from my tiny slit and hit my thigh. Lori saw me, separated from Donald's arms, and took me into her arms.

Her hand on the back of my neck. Her other hand on my face. Standing on her toes. Her tits pressed into my chest. Her tongue gently dueling with mine. I palmed her left ass cheek with my hand.

Our kiss broken... her seductive eyes drilling into my brain... her whisper...

"Your dick is too good. I mean it. If I didn't have to leave, I'd be with both of you for two days." She kiss me... briefly. Then, she wiggled her sexy ass back to Donald for another arm embracing kiss. I heard whispers between them. Then, she turned and headed to the door. Opening the door, she paused and looked at Donald. Then, to me. Smiling widely. Then, she disappeared down the hall.

I looked at Donald, at the same time he looked at me.

"The best fuck ever," we both said, simultaneously.

*****

The Royals had just come back from an out of town series with Detroit, Baltimore, and Tampa Bay. I had gotten into the habit of getting to the stadium early, to work out in the weights room. Because...

I was in that slump I had hoped would never come.

I had one hit in Detroit, and zero hits in Baltimore and Tampa. Donald was now leading the league in batting average and hits. I had dropped to third in batting average. Damn..371. Donald....392.

Despite my slump, the Royals went 10-3 in the road series. Nearly August, Kansas City was 11 games ahead in the division. I wasn't in competition with my brother. I was in competition with the opposing team. I wanted to be the very best player I could, to help us win in the playoffs. To get to the playoffs.

And...

Lori called Donald from New York. Turned out, Lori signed with a top modeling agency, while she was in New York. A scout saw her in her auditions and signed her. She and her mother live there now. And, Donald and I wouldn't be seeing her again. The good thing from her new career...

The agency forced her to delete her OnlyFans accounts.

Now, I'm gonna tell ya something. Lori was one of the best fucks I've had. Just thinking of my experience with her, causes my dick to firm up. I think it was the eighteen year old, thing. Really.

As I left the weights room, there was Helen. Helen Bergeron. PR rep for the Royals. Sexy woman. But... married. I'd kept my distance with her, out of respect.

"Do you have a few minutes?" she asked, as I neared her. I wiped the sweat from my brow with my towel as I stopped a few feet away.

"I do. What's up?"

"My office?"

I arched an eyebrow.

"I'm soaked in sweat, and I'm sure I smell great," I chuckled. She chuckled, too. "Sure about that? The office, I mean."

"Follow me, please," she replied, with a slight cheer in her tone. She spun on a toe and began walking toward the management offices at the stadium. "I've smelled a stinky baseball player, more than once, in my career." She giggled at her comment, as I stepped in behind her. I chuckled. I also watched her cute ass in her figure revealing business skirt... High on her waist... nearly to her sexy tits. Her ass enhanced by the high heels she was wearing. I tried my best, not to be obvious about it.

"Is this about my brother and me, again? I mean, we've given just about all we can give on the twins thing."

Donald and I, since I joined the Royals, have given interview, after interview. The twins angle for the reporters. They just won't let go of it. It's becoming... ad nauseum. There's nothing more, which hasn't been offered to reporters' questions.

"Nope," she offered, as she continued down the hallway in the office area. "Not this time."

"Good," I replied. "It's getting pretty... Well... I'm getting pretty damn tired of the same questions." I heard her giggle, right before she placed her hand on her office door. She paused and looked me in the eye before entering. A wide smile. This woman is very pretty. Too bad she's married.

She opened the door and I followed her in. She closed the door and walked to her desk. She looked past me, into the common office area, behind me. Her office... glass walls with blinds. On three sides. The blinds open.

"I'm not going to ask you to take a seat, because this won't take long." She smiled to me again, and looked past me, again. "I swear, there are lip readers out there." She gestured with her eyes to the offices behind me. Then she looked to the office on the right, then the left... both empty. Looking at me again... "If I see someone looking in here, I'm going to change the subject and talk about your brother." She gave me that look...

"Do you understand?"

"OK," I offered. She gently nodded her chin and looked past me again.

"My husband and I are getting a divorce," she began, as she continued to look past me. "He's been cheating on me. The divorce will be final next week."

I nodded... slightly. She again, was looking past me into the offices.

Her sexy dark eyes back to me... "He's been at this for months, and he and I haven't... Been together in months."

I think I know where this is going.

"David. It's against team policy to fraternize, but I... Well... I'm just going to ask right up front." She looked past me again... long this time. Back to me... "Would you consider being with me? I mean. We'll have to keep it very private. Honestly, when I met you last May, I... well, you're a very handsome man, and... I need a man. After the divorce is final, I'm mean."

She didn't wait for my reply before she looked into the offices, again.

"My first reaction is, 'yes,'" I offered, in a whispered voice. "You're a very pretty and sexy woman, Helen. I too, noticed when I met you." She looked back to me with her happy smile. Those nearly black eyes are killing me. "I can see you're a little nervous right now, so... let's meet somewhere. Private, and discuss this without eyes, and ears on us."

"Perfect, David." She looked past me. "Thank you."

"I have this messaging app I use. It's called Signal Messenger. It's private and secure."

"I have it on my personal phone, too," she offered, as her sexy eyes hit me again. "Here, I'll give you my number."

She sat at her desk, grabbed a sticky note and wrote her number. Looking up to me, she offered the note with her extended hand. I stepped forward and took it from her slender fingers. Her sexy smile. I'm looking forward to this. She's very, very pretty.

"Send me a message, when you have a chance, so I know it's you."

"I 'definitely' will," I emphasized, with the best smile I could.

There was no way I was going to turn down this free pussy. At least I think she's offering pussy. The woman is too pretty to say "no."

"You can expect it soon." eHelHsls

I smiled and left her office for the locker room.

*****

It was fifteen days.

Since my meeting with Helen in her office.

During that fifteen days, in our messages to one another, we agreed to meet only at her home, or mine. No public meetings. I came right out and asked, in a message, if sex was on the table.

"It was the sole purpose of our meeting," she replied, in her message. "Definitely on the table! I'm expecting it. I haven't had a man in my arms in months. I want it to be you."

The ground rules... Test for STDs and birth control. No condoms, she insisted. They caused an irritation with her. Her birth control... The tiny tube inside her upper arm. She's had it for six years. Oh... and her age? 24.

Helen had been married for only a few weeks when she discovered her husband has screwing around. Apparently, he was a wild and horny hound when they were dating, too. She tried to save the marriage, but he wasn't having it. Going so far to ask her to join in on his affairs to keep the marriage together. She refused, of course.

Helen Bergeron. Her maiden, and professional surname. Magna Cum Laude, Public Relations and General Business from the University of Missouri at Columbia. A Kansas City native. Her mother... Sixth generation Mexican American... thus, Helen's coal black hair and nearly black eyes. In afterthought, she does have Spanish looks. Her father. An executive at a local bank. French ancestry from Quebec Canada, five generations back. Also, having dark hair and dark eyes.

And, immediately after I left Helen's office...

I got out of my slump.

There was no way I could mathematically catch up to Donald, unless he too, developed a slump. He called me a "monster," when I was in Seattle. Now, Donald was the monster. In the last 57 games, he only had one game without a hit. All other games, two or more hits.

All that mattered, was... I now was contributing to the success of the team. Donald and I were leading in RBIs, runs scored, hits, singles, and doubles. Fourth and sixth on the team with home runs. I was playing with only one fielding error all season. It had to be my best season since becoming a professional. Donald felt the same for himself.

And the Royals were national news in the sports world, and were receiving prime television air time. At least once per week.

That fifteenth day coincided with an early afternoon Sunday game with the Angels. So, this was the opportunity to go to Helen's home, and still get home at a decent hour for the game the next night.

As Donald and I stepped into the players parking lot after the game...

"Hey, I'm gonna run some errands before going home. Do you need anything while I'm out?"

Donald barked out a gut laugh and stopped walking... I stopped, too, and looked at him. Furling my eyebrows. He stepped into my personal space...

"Don't you fuckin' lie to me," he firmly stated, in a lowered voice. He looked around to make sure no one could hear. "You're meeting with Helen Bergeron, aren't you?"

The look on my face must've been bad, because Donald laughed at me again. Again, in a lowered voice... "Don't quit baseball to be a spy, David. You suck at it." He looked around again. "These fuckers may not have noticed, but you can't hide anything from me. I've seen how both you and Helen have been making eye contact for over a week now." I swallowed hard. "We're brothers, David. Don't lie to me. And... I want the details when you come home. And, just so you know. Everyone knows she's single now. Every single man on the team has tried to get her attention. Myself included. You lucky prick."

I blinked. Twice.

Donald turned and began walking toward his C8... "Stop at Hy-Vee's and get bacon and eggs for breakfast!"

I stood there, in the parking lot, and watched my brother get into his car and drive off. I could see him still laughing as he left.

I shook my head and headed for my Ford F-150 Raptor... Dark gray. Bought it after I sold my pickup truck in Seattle.

*****

Turns out, Helen only lives about a mile from Donald and me.

I rang the doorbell...

A wide smile and happy face opened the door.

"Come in, David," she chirped.

I stepped through the threshold, but my eyes didn't leave this pretty woman.

Her black hair made up into a messy pony tail. Unruly strands of hair caressing her slender neck and the sides of her face. Red lipstick matching her red sundress. Her dress with subtle Mexican features. Red slippers. A shelf bra in the dress, her shoulders exposed, except for narrow shoulder straps. Very sexy neck and shoulders. A small necklace with small red beads. Matching ear studs.

Professionally dressed at work, this woman looks fantastic with her neck and shoulders exposed. And her hair is sexy with this messy look.

"You look fantastic, Helen," I offered, as she closed the door. "A very nice change from your office wardrobe."

"Thank you," she chirped. She stepped into my personal space and drilled her sexy eyes into mine. With her flat slippers, Helen... five-four... tops. I have ten inches on her, easy.

She looked down and took my hand. Then her eyes back to mine. I squeezed her hand and offered her my "happy to be here," smile.

"A drink?" she asked.

"Water, please."

Instead of getting the water, she pressed herself against me. Those very dark eyes melting my resolve. I wrapped an arm around her back and my other hand on her shoulder. She reached for my neck, stood on her toes and pulled me into a kiss.

A soft tentative kiss. A nice kiss. A brief kiss. She looked at me. I went in for another kiss and her tongue was in my mouth in microseconds. Kissing me in a romantic way. Her tongue slithered and explored my molars. Tapped at my tonsils. My dick was beginning to firm up in anticipation.

She broke our kiss, kicked my brain sideways with her eyes, grabbed my hand and led me to her kitchen. Once there, she released me, and drew two bottles of water from her refrigerator.

"Let's go to the living room and relax, shall we?"

I nodded as she took my hand again and led the way. Her sexy white skin driving me insane, from behind her. Very feminine shoulders and neck. She sat on the couch and gestured for me to join her. She handed me a bottle of water, and she pulled a swallow from her bottle... setting the bottle on the table in front of us. I pulled a long pull and did the same.

She scooted her little rear and snuggled into my shoulder. Her sexy eyes never left mine. Then, she examined my face for a few moments.

"When I met you that day you arrived," she began, as she continued to examine my facial features. "I expected a cocky jock, like the others on the team. But not you."

"Oh?" I offered. I arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You aren't cocky, yet confident in yourself, and your skills. Always respectful of others. To management, and to your teammates. You joke around with them, but you're not crude or vulgar, like some of the others. You and your brother are natural leaders. Anyone can see that from Topeka."

"I credit my coaches, when I was younger, and at Tech. My Mom and Dad, too."

"They did a good job," she offered, as her smile turned into a sultry stare. She leaned into me, firmly. I turned in my seat to accept her closeness. I gazed into those dark eyes and felt my resolve weaken again.

"I've secretly watched you in the weight room, David. You're a large, and muscular man." I heard her hiss in her throat. "I've never been with someone like you. I've imagined, when I'm alone, here in my house, to be in your arms. Strong, but gentle. Everything you do, you dominate. On the field, or in the weights room." She swallowed hard, and I heard it. "I want you to dominate me. I've never been dominated in the bedroom by a man. And I want it to be you. I want to experience you."

I nodded. And grinned. She returned my smile. Damn. What a great smile.

She looked down and took my left hand. Still holding my hand... manipulating my fingers...

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"I do. From the time I met you."

She looked up from my hand.

"Truthfully? I wear pretty conservative clothes to work."

"Some women can be sexy, without showing the skin. You're one of those women, Helen. Your demeanor. Your professionalism, can be sexy to some men. I'm included. I can't believe you haven't noticed, but the team watches you closely, when you're around."

She sucked air through her teeth... "Why hasn't any woman gotten your attention? You're a woman's dream come true." She ran her fingers through my hair and her eyes followed her hand. I grabbed her hip and pulled her ever closer.

"It's hard to separate a woman throwing themselves at you, and seeing if she has any sincerity. I haven't seen a whole lot since I left Texas. However, I'm seeing a whole lot of sincerity, right now."

She tilted her head a little at my reply. I leaned over and...

Kissed her.

She took my neck into her hand and pulled me into her lips. The kiss lasted just a few moments. Her whisper... her lips just millimeters from mine... her eyes spoke volumes...

"We came here for a reason, David. To satisfy my need to be in the arms of a man."

"You're bedroom?"

She answered me by standing, grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom. A good size room. King bed. She released my hand and continued toward a walk in closet.

"There's JoJo lube in the drawer, next to the bed. I might need it. I'll be out in just a few moments." With that, she disappeared into the walk-in closet.

I furled my brow... "Hmm."

I removed my shirt, boots, socks, and jeans. Leaving my gray Jockeys. I removed the bottle of JoJo from the drawer and set in on the night table. I walked over to the window and peaked through the open blinds. Just a plain, simple backyard and the houses beyond. A minute or two passed and...

Helen appeared from the closet.

Looking fantastic.

Spinning on a toe for me to see the front and back, and then the front.

A dark blue, lace, half cup bra and cheeky panty set. Matching high heels. She chose wisely with this. She looked very sexy and feminine. Soft. Supple. Nice tits. This woman isn't thin, nor is she too fluffy. I can only describe her as... Soft. Supple. Feminine. I'm sure when I touch her, she will feel like the sexy woman I expect.

"Do you like it?"

"Fantastic. You wear it very well, Helen."

I stepped forward to close on her. She smiled as I crossed the room. When I arrived, she stood on her toes and threw her arms around me. Kissing me like lovers kiss. Sexy. Meaningful. Pressing her sexy body into mine. Her tits pressed into my chest. Our kiss broken, she took my hand and led me to her bed.

She peeled the covers back and slipped into the other side. Facing me.

"Take off your shorts," she whispered. I complied. My half aroused dick waggled out of my Jockeys. I lifted the covers and slipped in close to her. She focused on my dick as I neared. She fell on her back and opened her arms. I side cuddled her and began kissing her. Hovering above her on my side... Supporting myself with my elbow. My other hand on her sexy neck. Her left hand caressing my chest hair, shoulder and neck... her other arm around my back. Our tongues gently dueling.

"This is so perfect," she whispered, into my lips. "I've never been with someone so tall and handsome." She ran her fingers through my hair above my ear. "I love your wavy hair."

We made out for another minute. She took my hand and placed it on her left breast.

"Push the cup aside and squeeze my nipple."

Perfect words to my ears. I love a woman's tits and I can't wait to have playtime with Helen's. Not small, nor huge. Perfect tits size. In perfect proportion for her petite body. All woman.

I fingered the cup from her tit and exposed a light brown nipple. Stiff. Firm. I placed my finger and thumb around it and squeezed. Soft at first, then additional pressure. Helen began to moan and I muted her with my lips. Gently dueling with our tongues. I caught a whiff of her pussy. Definitely aroused. Me too.

I left her lips and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Raking it against my front teeth with my tongue. I sucked her breast flesh. I was becoming drunk with Helen's tits. She held my head, and ran her fingers through my hair as I enjoyed the breast flesh of a woman. Whimpering and moaning as I slurped her nipple.

"That feels really good," she mumbled. "I want to take off my bra. Will you suck my nipples?"

I answered her by leaning back, so she could rise from the bed. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and slipped it off her shoulders and arms. Those gorgeous orbs separated on her chest and began silently begging me to lick them. I imagined my lips on those orbs, proudly resting on her chest. Firm. Perky. Erotic nipples.

"Fantastic," I slurred, as my eyes hyper focused on her sexy tits. My cock was at full throttle. "Come here."

I wrangled myself onto my left side as I pulled on her hips to come to me.

"Split your legs... wrapping them around my waist. Then, sit in front of me. Scissor me with your legs." I propped myself on my left elbow to put my lips near her tits.

"OK," she tentatively replied. She split her legs, scooted her butt toward me, wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned forward. Placing her right tit near my lips. She put her right hand around my neck and pulled.

Perfect.

I mouthed her right tit. I felt her shiver a little and she grabbed my dick with her left hand. Gently stroking it. Slowly. Softly. My hormones ignited in my blood at her soft, feminine touch, as I sucked her nipple and raked it with my tongue. Her grip on the back of neck... firm, to keep her upright in front of me.

She began mumbling softly. Her voice quivering through the mumbles, as I gently slurped at her breast. Within a few moments of me nibbling her sexy nub...

"Oh, fuck," she slurred, in a whispered voice. Drawing out her last word. "I've never done it this way. You're sending shivers through me." I saw her look at my dick. "I've never seen a man who wasn't circumcised."

"And?" I mumbled, on her tit.

"Is it any different? I mean... for me?"

"No... it's the same, Lover." I returned to gently slurping her fantastic breast.

"Lover," she whispered. "I've never been called that... OH!" I heard her breathe heavily through three breaths, as I continued nibbling at her nipple. "David... I think I just had a tiny orgasm." She scooted her butt closer to me. Bumping her panty covered pussy against my chest. Pulling my neck with her hand. Pressing my face into her sexy tit. She returned to stroking my cock.

Perfect.

Her aromatic arousal was becoming stronger and it was driving me mad with lust.

"I want to go down on you, Helen. May I?"

"Yes," she hissed. "I love when a man kisses me down there."

I wrangled myself from her clutches, stood on my knees in front of her, gently pushed her onto her back, grabbed her panties at the waist, and raked them toward her feet.

Her pussy.

Neatly trimmed, black pussy fur against soft, white skin. Swollen labia.

Perfect.

I lay on my belly and wiggled between her parted, and bent legs. With my lips, I gently kissed the flesh between her labia and thigh. No reaction from her. I could sense she was tense. I licked that flesh... gently. The aroma from her pussy was seeping from my nostrils into my blood. My hormones felt like they were on fire.

I licked her little clit.

I heard her hiss. I gently pulled suction on the little nub.

"Oh, fuck," I heard from her lips. Slurring her last word.

She arched her back to get a view of me sucking her pussy. Resting on one elbow, as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You're so gentle," she whispered. She began wiggling her hips... rubbing her pussy, up and down, against my lips and tongue.

I licked her pussy.

I sucked her pussy.

I slurped her pussy.

Her cum on my mouth, chin, and beneath my nose. The aroma driving me insane.

I had her mumbling words I didn't understand, and her hand was tugging at my hair. Pushing my lips harder into her sexy little clit. For a least a minute. I licked down her slick slit and slurped the cum from her entrance. I pushed my tongue into the tight hole.

I left her pussy and stood by the bed. I grabbed the JoJo lubricant, drooled it onto my stiff cock, and stroked myself twice. She watched me with lusty interest.

"Can I be on top?"

"Perfect," I replied, as I entered her bed.

I wiggled into bed onto my back and began gently stoking my dick. Her eyes never left my dick as she straddled my waist. With one hand on my chest, she reach behind her, took my dick and guided it to her pussy. Wiggling the tip of my cock against her entrance. Then...

She pushed herself onto my dick. With the aid of the JoJo, my dick slipped through her tight pussy, effortlessly. She wheezed and hissed, as she fell forward into my right shoulder and neck. Her tits against my chest... a perfect sensation.

"Oh, fuck," she slurred, in a mumble. "You're so deep inside me right now."

I was deep inside her. Her tight pussy was having an effect on me as well. I could feel her flexing her pussy muscles on my dick. Causing my blood to run thick through my veins. My testosterone... On fire.

"It feels really good," I offered, in a whisper to her ear. My arms around her upper back.

"Oh, yeah," she whimpered. "Really good for me, too." She kissed my neck. Several times. Wheezing and whimpering through her lips.

A few moments passed, and she lifted her hips. Just slightly. My balls contracted as a result. I gave her a soft love tap on her right butt cheek, and thrust gently upward into her pussy. My arms across her upper back to hold her in place. In just a few moments, we had our rhythm down. Her pushing down, as I thrust upward... and vice versa.

"Ho... ly fuck," she whimpered, into my neck. In a gagged, strained voice... "You're so big inside me."

I lengthened my stoke into her, over the next few seconds. Before I knew it, I was slowly fucking her pussy with my entire length. Helen... holding onto me tightly... and let me fuck her from below. I had an immediate effect on her.

Into my neck... She whined. She whimpered. She wheezed. She hissed. She squeaked. She mumbled. She gagged. She croaked. She cursed. Within a minute...

"OH!" she sharply squeaked. She got out of my shoulder and we were nose to nose. She began kissing my lips... urgently. A moment later, a garbled, and strained mumble into my lips...

"I think I'm going to cum...... I think I'm going to cum... Oh fuck... Oh gawd...... OH!"

I gave her a sharp, but gentle slap to her left butt cheek and...

I hit gold. Sharply, and in crescendo... Helen...

"HOLY FUCK!"

She clamped her hands around my throat. I could feel her pussy seizing on my cock. The effect was causing my blood to boil. Her eyes clinched shut. The veins in her neck, bulging. She moved her hands to my hairy chest and drilled her fingernails into my flesh. I saw her eyes disappear into her skull. Squeaking with each of my upward thrusts. My hands on her waist, I continued fucking her from below. An increased stroke rate into her cumming pussy... Again... an immediate effect. Her screech of an announcement...

"OhMyGodOhMyGod!"

Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled up and back into her brain. Her hips and pussy jerked uncontrollably on my pubis. She stopped breathing... making a gagging sound from her throat, as I continued to fuck her undulating pussy. My thought...

Three minutes and she's cumming hard on me.

Perfect.

I slapped both her butt cheeks with my hands... sharply, and simultaneously. Her reward for cumming hard on my dick.

Still in her orgasm, I rolled her off me and onto her back. Her eyes were spinning in their sockets. On my knees, I grabbed her legs and pushed them forward. I placed my hand into the mattress, near her waist, and let her leg fall against my arm. My other hand guiding my dick into her sloppy pussy. I let her other leg rest against my arm. Hovering above her as I slowly began fucking my lover again.

By now she was wheezing. Recovering from her orgasm. Arching her neck to watch my dick slide through her pussy. Her eyes, on occasion, quivered. Her hands on my chest. Wheezing hard breaths. Whimpering in between breaths. Pawing at my chest and neck. Staccato breathing from her lips. Whimpering as my cock sliced through her silky folds... with my full length. By now my pubis was slapping at hers on the forward stroke.

She began twinkling her little clit with her fingers and she held onto my forearm with her other hand. Whining and whimpering as she strummed her little clit like a guitar. Within moments... Helen...

"OhMyGod." Strangled breathing. Her neck arched and focusing on my dick... fucking at her pussy. "Oh, fuck." More strangled breathing. I could see her eyes trying to roll back. I withdrew too much and my cock fell from her pussy. She saw it... snatched my dick and immediately reinserted it into her slippery slit. In only a couple of seconds...

"Holy fuck," she squeaked. "I'm gonna..."

Her eyes finally disappeared into her skull. She turned her head and growled a throaty growl. She stiffened beneath me. She grabbed the sheets in her left hand and pushed her gorgeous tit into her chest with the other. Quivers from her throat and lips. She wheezed in nearly unintelligible words...

"I'm cumming so hard....... I don't want it to stop."

Her pussy clamped onto my cock and held firm. And...

Sent an unrelenting signal throughout my body.

"Oh, fuck," I growled. "Oh, fuck," I wheezed. "Oh fuck," I croaked.

The tendrils of my release... there was no delaying it.

My body stiffened for a moment. I continued fucking Helen. Taking every ounce of mental and physical strength to do so. More slowly and with a strained effort. I heard Helen growl out her orgasm a fourth time.

"Ah!" was her drawn out growl.

Then... I lost all awareness of her. My body and mind... I had no control.

I tried to push my dick out the backside of her pussy. My cum raced through my pelvis and my eyes rolled back. I growled and whined like an injured animal. My arms and legs stiffened, as my cum left my body and splashed into my lover's pussy.

It seemed like hours, but only seconds. I barely regained my sanity as I rose from my lover, and my dick slipped from her pussy. A trail of our mutual cum smeared across the sheets and dribbling from her entrance. I strained for oxygen. Before I knew it, Helen was on me like a wildcat.

Pushing me onto my back, crawling onto my chest and kissing me. Urgently. Her pussy humping at my semi flaccid dick. Her pussy leaking cum into my well-groomed pubic hair. I could feel it on my balls. Helen broke our kiss and lay her head on my chest. Caressing my left arm.

"Thank you. I never dreamed I could cum with a man in my arms," she whispered. "It's been so long since I've done something like this."

"You're amazing, Helen," I offered. My arms around her back to hold her on my chest. "I have no regrets doing this with you. I would welcome a follow up."

She raised her head and looked at me... "Really?"

"I would. You're a sexy woman, Helen. A great lover. A sexy and attractive body."

"I thought so, too, but my ego was smashed by my ex-husband. It feels good again to be wanted. Thank you."

She left it with an awkward pause, and I sensed something wasn't right. I broke the silence first...

"What is it, Helen?"

She rolled onto her back and her sexy tits wiggled a sexy "hello" to me. Gorgeous tits. I slurred in my thoughts and couldn't take my eyes off them.

"I met someone a few days ago."

"Great news," I offered, in my best encouraging tone. I spoke to her tits, though.

"He just went to work for the Chiefs. Just got here from Minneapolis, and the Vikings." She turned her head and looked at me. "The Chiefs and the Royals staff meet once every quarter. To iron out any conflicts and shared goals between the shared parking and the stadiums so near to one another. He's from Michigan and he's the new assistant manager for general operations. He came up to me and introduced himself. He's really cute."

In my best tone... "Tell me about him. You sound excited to meet someone."

Over the next five minutes, while we lay, fully nude on her bed... I couldn't help it. I fuckin' stared at her gorgeous tits as she told me, what little she knew of the one...

Redheaded, brown eyed, six foot tall, slender, Johnny Sutherland. Michigan Wolverine. Masters in business management. Single, never married. They had coffee together at the Chiefs' employee lounge.

"I like him already," I interrupted.

"Stop," she giggled.

I turned serious... "Johnny takes the pressure off you and me, doesn't it? I mean, I hate to give up what we've started, because I think you're fantastic. But..."

"You're afraid you'll get fined, or traded, if they find out we're together," she interrupted. She rolled onto her side and drilled her sexy eyes into mine. Her hand caressed my hair above my ear.

"Yeah. Something like that," I offered.

She didn't immediately reply. But she offered... "It's still exciting, though. Sneaking around. Not letting anyone know what we're doing."

"It is."

I certainly didn't want to mention my brother knowing. I didn't think it would be welcome news.

After a drink of water and some light conversation...

I fucked Helen, again. This time, bending her over the edge of her bed, and fucking her from behind. Pulling on her hair, and hissing in her ear, as my cock slithered through her slippery folds. Still from behind her, I grabbed her luscious tits... my hands between the mattress and her tits. She loved it. Squealing out an orgasm.

She fucked me in a kitchen chair while I sat down. Forcing her lickable tits into my face, as she swiveled her pussy across my lap. I slurped her nice tits as she came on my cock. Twice.

After she came, she dismounted me, fell to her knees and sucked my dick. Sucked my balls. And then begged me to cum inside her mouth. And... I did. She gobbled my cum down, rose from her knees, and kissed me. Hard.

A fantastic evening of sex with a pretty and sexy woman.

I'm gonna miss her.

Especially those tits.

We left one another with a simple agreement. If Helen needed dick... (my words, not hers) she would send a message on Signal. I received one of the sexist kisses in her entryway. It was...

Perfect.

I got home about 10 o'clock. Donald was asleep, and I placed the groceries I bought, in the refrigerator, and walk-in pantry. I took my computer, logged into the Royals secure website, and downloaded the pitching stats on the Astros.

It was hard to focus, considering the tits I just left behind.

*****

It was the bottom of the sixth.

One out and my brother was on first.

The Minnesota Twins.

I had hit a three run homer into the far right field seats in the third, just inside the foul pole, and into the third row of Kansas City fans.

I could tell Vandeveer was pissed as I walked to the plate in the sixth. It was his best pitch, in the third. A fastball, but... he got it up too high.

Perfect pitch for me, and his big mistake.

As I stepped into the left side batter's box and took two practice swings for my next at bat, I looked at Vandeveer, ready for the pitch.

And...

Nothing.

Darkness.

No sense of awareness.

It seemed like an eternity, but... it seemed like just a few moments, too.

I struggled to open my eyes and nothing was familiar. My brain... I had no control. My body... I had no control.

Fog. Lack of focus. I was a prisoner in my own flesh. The only rational description I can offer.

Noise. Talking. Yelling. I couldn't focus. Then...

"David. Can you hear me?"

I tried to reply, but I could only gargle my words. Who is this talking to me?

"I'm going to put a neck brace on you, David. Then, we're going to the hospital."

Those words made absolutely no sense. I just couldn't... Understand. It was like vertigo. Surreal. I made to speak, and couldn't.

"Lie still. Don't try to move or speak. You've been hit in the head, David. By the pitch."

*****

I lay there with a splitting headache.

A very bad concussion, the doctor explained. I refused narcotics for the pain. Something less powerful, I requested.

"Time," the doctor told me. "In the next few days, the staff with the Royals, will give you concussion protocol tests, until you show no signs of concussion. Your MRI is clear. No skull fracture, or bleeding in the brain. Your brain collided with your skull when you were hit by the pitch, Mr. Brantley. The physicists call it, inertia. A sudden change in motion and the brain has no place to go, except into your skull. Your batting helmet reduced the impact, Sir."

"When can I leave? To go home?"

"Tomorrow morning, Sir. I want to keep you here overnight for observation. Just to be cautious. You'll have that headache for a day, or two. Acetaminophen for the pain. And, I'll see you tomorrow, for a final exam, and with discharge instructions."

I watched the neurosurgeon leave the room. A tall, older man. Then, this pretty, and young woman came in and smiled a happy smile. She began checking the IV tube in my arm, and then the equipment.

"Comfortable, Mr. Brantley?"

"I am," I replied. "Are you a nurse?" I watched her closely.

"I am. Lisa Giovenetti, RN. I'll be your nurse, until shift change at 6am tomorrow. Right here," she offered, as she pointed to a red button. "Press this, and it will notify the nurses' station... if you needed anything, or assistance."

I nodded.

I have no idea why I did it. I reached out and took her hand. My brain, still a bit woozy. She stopped and looked at me with a smile.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I offered, in an almost whisper.

"You're welcome." She looked down to her hand... the one that was in mine.

I let go... "Umm. I don't know why I did that. Sorry."

With her super dark eyes, I saw a happy person. Her raven like hair tied into a top knot. Her figure, difficult to evaluate in her nursing clothes. Five-six. Maybe? I do have a concussion. I watched her for a moment as she did her work. I did notice...

No ring on the left finger. I did deduce, jewelry may not be allowed with her job. I didn't make any presumptions about her marital status.

"Where am I?" I asked, as she took my blood pressure.

"Kansas City Mercy Hospital. Just two miles from the stadium, on I-435." Her smile. Damn fantastic smile.

"I have a brother," I began. "Will you help me call him?"

Just then, a knock on the door and my brother's happy face peeked through the door.

My heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest. He opened the door and took two steps toward me...

"Fuckin' scared the shit out of all us, Brother. Pardon the language Ma'am. But he did."

Lisa laughed and chuckled as she took my temperature. My brother, set a bag on the floor, grabbed a chair and pulled it to my bedside.

"The biggest bench clearing I've ever seen, David. Vandeveer had to be escorted from the field, by the police. How do you feel?"

"Like... dizzy, but not dizzy. My head. I don't feel like I'm normal. Queasy in the stomach. Like I want to throw up, but can't."

"Mr. Brantley," Lisa interrupted. "Right here." She reached for a long plastic bag. "Next to your bed, here. If you need to vomit, do it in this bag. I'm going to get you something for the nausea. The doctor has already written the order."

I nodded.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." She smiled, and then smiled to Donald. "Twins. I don't follow the Royals often, but I knew brothers were on the team. I've overheard the discussions about the Royals this year. I didn't know until now, you're twins." She smirked a smile... to each of us... "I love your accents. Texas?" We both nodded. Simultaneously. She smiled again, then left the room.

"Sexy nurse. Lucky prick."

I wanted to laugh, but my head hurt... "Tell me... Everything."

For the next few minutes, my brother...

Everyone in Kansas City, and Missouri, knew Vandeveer threw at my head, on purpose. He was immediately ejected, and the Royals bench raced onto the field to get revenge. It took thirty minutes to resume the game. Vandeveer will likely be suspended for a few games.

"Damn, David. It really hurt to see you removed from the field, strapped to a backboard, and taken away in an ambulance. You don't know how hard it was to remain behind, as I saw you leave."

I took his hand and squeezed. He squeezed back... "Thanks. I would've felt the same."

"Mom and Dad called. I told them I would report back as soon as I could."

"Tell them I'm getting out tomorrow morning. I have a concussion."

"I brought your clothes from your locker."

"I love you, Donald."

"I love you."

My brother remained a few minutes more, and told me how the team wished me well. He also reported, Helen Bergeron will meet me tomorrow morning, at the hospital, when I'm discharged. A brief press conference in the hospital conference room, concerning my medical status, and return to the team.

I woke the next morning with Lisa Giovenetti slipping a blood pressure cuff onto my arm. I looked at the wall clock... 5:30!!!

"Do you have sinister thoughts, waking your patients every hour?"

"I do," she giggled, as she focused on her work. "Especially patients who are famous baseball players from the Royals. The staff on the floor, tell me, you're a star player for the team. Along with your brother." I heard a hiss from the blood pressure cuff and she smiled at me. "How do you feel?"

I furled my brow... "Umm... better. I think. The woozy feeling in my head is almost gone."

She pulled the computer on a cart, over to the bed, badged in, and began typing. As she typed...

"I need to go." I really needed to piss.

I saw her crack a grin. Sinister?

"Just a moment, and I'll help you to the toilet. Doctor's orders. No walking without someone to assist. Sit on the toilet, even if you're just going to urinate. The last thing I need is a patient falling, right before I get off work." She chuckled.

She held my arm as I shuffled to the bathroom. Smiling to me. Waiting at the door as I gathered the hospital gown to sit down.

"I'll be just outside the door when you're finished." She closed the door.

It was then, I decided to find out if she was single. I could blame my mental state if things went badly. I smiled to myself.

As she helped me back into bed, I saw her look at her watch.

"Say. Umm. I would like to show the staff my appreciation for taking care of me. I could sign an autograph, or two, before I leave."

She gave me a big ass wide smile... "The staff has mentioned that. Begging me to ask if they could have a photograph with you."

"Of course. Can you hand me my clothes in the bag?"

She remained in the room as I dressed. To make certain I didn't fall. After dressing, she ordered me into the chair in the room, and to remain there until the floor staff was gathered.

For the next ten minutes, I stood in the hallway, as staff members had their photo taken with me. Lisa helped me comb my hair in the hallway. Then, a group photo with about ten people. Lisa was the last to shake my hand, goodbye. I held her hand a little too long... it was awkward for her, I'm sure...

"Ms. Giovenetti. I would love to thank you in a more personal way. Is lunch appropriate? Say, in the next month or so? I do have a busy schedule."

I took her by surprise. I could tell by her reaction. But then...

"Yes. You may." She looked around and down the hall. "I'm leaving now, because my shift is over." She looked down, and reached into the waist pocket in her hospital shirt. Removing a pen and a note pad. She looked at me with a smile. A fantastic smile. My brain had cleared enough to actually get a good look at her.

Very pretty. Very dark eyes. Very black hair. Cute nose. Black eyebrows. Slender neck. But, her figure hidden in those hospital clothes. Fantastic smile, though.

"If I give you my number," she began, as she wrote on the notepad. "You won't turn into one of those stalkers, will you?" I heard her softly chuckle.

"Stalker?" I asked. Almost insulted for being accused. "Hell no. I've never stalked anyone. Do you think I'm a creep?"

"I don't," she replied, as she peeled the slip of paper from the pad. "But, you've had a brain injury. Here. My number. You can text if you like. Just tell me who you are in the message." She smiled at me, as I took the slip from her slender fingers. "Lunch will be fine. And, I understand about your schedule. Just call." She stepped a little closer, but it wasn't intimate... "It was a pleasure to take care of you, Mr. Brantley. It's not every day, this floor receives someone famous."

"When I do call, will you call me David, please?"

"I will." She took my hand and gently shook it. Her eyes and smile... Perfect. "I look forward to your call... David."

I watched her walk to the end of the hall and take an elevator. I gently waved to her, as the doors began to close. She did, too... with a smile.

*****

I drew my bat from the rack and looked out upon the field.

Then, to my brother. Who, stepped into the left side of the plate, to begin the game with the A's. Then, to Peters, in the on-deck circle. Swinging his bat with the huge weight on the end. Then, I eyed the pitcher. Not that great of an ERA. Curve ball hangs too high. Fast ball is in on my knees and inside. Slider to the outside of the plate. But... a damn good changeup. And, I was going to look for it.

I leaned against the rail of the dugout, and my thoughts drifted into the last few days...

After weeks of failed attempts, I got that lunch date with Lisa Giovenetti. Pretty woman. And...

A great figure. Five-six for sure. Not skinny, or too fluffy. Perfect. For me.

A cobalt blue, and white floral sundress. Nice tits behind that shelf bra. Slender neck and shoulders... the dress with slender shoulder straps. Her raven hair in a messy ponytail. Sexy. And...

No ring on her left hand... YES!

Great conversation, surrounding her career, as we ate at the Intercontinental Hotel dining room. A light lunch... for the both of us. I, for damn sure, was getting more protein, on my way to Kauffman, after this lunch. Greasy hamburger, maybe.

Lunch over, I sipped the last of my iced tea. She leaned forward with her arms crossed on the table...

"My roommate is an.. over the top... Royals fan. She... well, she couldn't believe you were my patient, when I told her." Her smile... fantastic and happy.

"I have a baseball in my truck. I could sign it for her, if you like."

"Thank you," she replied. "That's sweet of you."

I smiled in return, then... "Thank you for lunch, Lisa. I mean. It's always a pleasure to be in the company of a pretty woman. A smart one, at that."

I reached across the table and touched her hand. She smiled, looked at our hands, and took mine with hers. Then, her sexy dark eyes on mine...

"David. My roommate..." She paused, as she continued to smile. "My roommate is also my girlfriend."

It took just a second for my feeble brain to register the tone she delivered with the word... "girlfriend." The look on my face... I'm sure I embarrassed myself... She cracked an even wider smile and chuckled. In a lowered voice...

"I'm bi-sexual, David." She looked down and placed her other hand on mine. Cupping my hand with both of hers. "I like men, as much as I like women." She arched a sexy eyebrow and gave me a slight side-eye. I could tell she was waiting for a reply. I kept my booming voice down, the best I could...

"Well, honestly... I didn't expect that, but... I'm good. I mean. I get the 'bi' thing. I met some women who were bi-sexual in college. I wasn't put off by their choice. And I'll be honest again, Lisa... I had... Well... I had an expectation, that a second date might materialize after lunch today. I was fascinated with your professionalism and your kindness while I was ill. And... thank you for taking care of me."

I felt her softly... slightly... squeeze my hand...

"David. You're a handsome and sexy man." I heard her breathe in. Her breasts swelled on the inhale. "Any woman, who had a chance at you, would jump on the opportunity." I saw her lean a little closer... but it was subtle. "I would consider an offer for another lunch date." She arched her eyebrows.

Quite frankly, I didn't know how to reply to that. So...

"Let's take this to another... more private location, shall we? I don't want any unwanted ears to misunderstand me."

I saw her furl her brows and she released my hand.

It was awkward as the two of us waited for the check. I left two $100 bills on the table, rose from my seat, and assisted Lisa from her seat. I took her hand, and led her from the restaurant into a quiet corner of the main lobby. The two of us standing...

"Lisa... I'm a man, prone to 'foot in the mouth' syndrome." She giggled. But, she gave me her interest. In a lowered voice... "I'm a public figure. Something I can't control. If my relationship with you... well... it could be misinterpreted and I would certainly say the wrong thing, if asked about your relationship with your girlfriend. There would be questions. Questions, that personally, I don't mind answering, but my career does care. And, that's where I'm not comfortable."

"OK," she offered, in a disappointed tone.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. I looked down into her eyes. Her eyes... questionable.

"I think you're fantastic. Pretty. And sexy. And I... want to be with you. At least after today. But, I need time to consider your other relationship. That's something I've never encountered." I squeezed her hand and pulled her into my body. My other hand on her waist. "I want to see you, Lisa. After the baseball season is over. And, I want to discuss your choices, and perhaps, mine. I truly want to see you again. That's how I feel about you."

Her demeanor changed... she pulled away, but stayed close.

"I get it. My choice doesn't line up with yours, and your career."

I nodded... I smiled. But, I wasn't confident it would do any good.

She tilted her head, then reached for the side of my head to caress my hair.

"You have the sexist hair," she offered, in a whisper. "Handsome, too." Her eyes roamed my face and hair. "I want to be honest with you, David. I'm getting really turned on by you, right now. I mean... I really want to experience being with someone who is... a Royal. One of the stars, seems to be interested in me. You're my first opportunity, and I don't want to screw it up. So..."

She pulled herself in... really close. Her hand on the back of my neck... my hand went to her back, automatically. Pulling her into my chest. Lisa... In a whisper...

"I propose... a secret relationship, David. One where you and I aren't seen in public. I want to get to know you. Perhaps... you could cause me to break up with my girlfriend."

"Then, I would feel like a shit," I groaned. "Breaking up a relationship."

"Millie wouldn't mind. She dates other women. I've been out with men, and she dates men, too. It's just... we always come back to each other, when it doesn't work out."

"And, if it did work out?"

She paused a moment before answering... "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." I heard her softly hiss in her throat and look at my lips. "I would welcome an opportunity, David. To get to know you. Who knows. I never dated a sports figure. I may not like your career. Being away so much, may not be to my liking. But I know this... I do have an attraction to you. Right now."

She stood on her toes and kissed my lips. Softly. Briefly. "If you asked me, I'll see you again. On your terms. I just want the chance... to see if I really do like you. If it doesn't work out between us, we part ways... no hard feelings."

I answered her with a brief, soft kiss.

"I leave tonight, after the game. I'll be gone for 11 days."

"Call me?" She looked hopeful.

"I will."

My last thought before I stepped into the on-deck circle...

The kiss I received, after walking her to her car.

Perfect.

Oh... I tagged a stand up double to the left field corner, with two out, in the first. Scoring both Peters, and my brother.

*****

After the game, and on the bus, I powered up my phone.

I arched an eyebrow when the messages began arriving. Then, I smiled.

I touched the Signal app icon...

"Millie... my girlfriend, says she's breaking up with me, so I can date you. LOL. She just wants an autographed photo of you, and her together. Your brother would be icing on the cake. Sooooo... I'm available. If you're interested."

"Who's Millie?"

I chuckled. I groaned... "Why do you always look at my phone when I'm using it?"

"Because, David. You're my brother and you need my help," he groaned, sarcastically. "And who's Lisa? Why is she breaking up with Millie and, why is she texting you?"

"Lisa is the nurse you saw, when I was in the hospital."

"Damn it, David," he whispered, with an attitude. "You've been seeing her and you didn't tell me? There's a rule now, Brother. All hot women we date, must be reported."

"I'll try and remember that. I haven't forgotten Marie Pinkston leaving me, for you, in high school." I turned and side eyed my brother... in a whisper... "Lisa likes the men, and the women. Millie is the same and they... well. I think they're lovers. I've only been on the one date with Lisa. Lunch. So... I really don't know her that well. Or Millie."

"Hmm," he groaned, in his throat. He settled in his seat beside me... looking forward. "If Millie's as hot as Lisa, maybe a double date?"

I furled my brow...

"Hmm."

*****

The last break, between series, of the season.

September. Eight games left in the season.

Then... the playoffs.

The Royals were 15 games ahead of the next team in all of the American League. Making us the number 1 seed for the playoffs. Ten games ahead of the leading team in the National League, too. The Giants.

Lisa invited me to her home. For a light supper, because I was still working out at Kauffman. Our second date, and I hadn't seen her in almost two months. I arrived at her home about 7 pm, but I told her I couldn't stay long, because there was a game the next day against the White Sox. She understood.

Millie...

Hugged my neck too hard and was squealing loudly in my ear.

"I can't believe you're in my home," she screeched. "A real life Kansas City Royal!!!" She released me and jumped up and down like a bunny rabbit for at least a minute. In her living room. If Millie would stop screaming and hopping up and down, I could get a good look at her. But so far...

Strawberry blonde hair... very curly. Can't tell if it's natural, or perm. Dark brown eyes. Soft freckles across her cheeks and her upper chest (she's wearing a scoop neck t-shirt). Her cheeks and neck are pink... from her excitement? Same height as Lisa... five-six. Slender. More so than Lisa. I wouldn't describe Lisa as skinny. But, she's not fluffy either. Lisa's at that... "in between" slender and fluffy. Millie's tits... definitely smaller than Lisa.

I love a woman's tits. Mmm. Any size. Any shape.

My phone rang, and I knew who it was... I looked at Lisa and winked... Millie didn't see it. I reached into my pocket and...

"Yeah."

"I'm outside. Come on in?"

"Yeah."

I put my phone back in my pocket, and the doorbell rang. I couldn't help it. I smiled like a well-fed dog. Lisa turned a little to give me a side-eye and a doubtful look. A sexy look. Millie looked at the door, then me.

"It's my brother. He's here to see you, Millie. I told him you're a die-hard Royals fan."

"You're fuckin' kidding me." She looked as though I might be teasing.

"No way. Donald is just right outside your door. Want me to get it?"

She couldn't answer, and I made for the door. After I opened the door...

"Millie is the blonde, with curls," I offered, my brother.

"Got it," he replied, as he side stepped me and made for the living room.

"Millie!" my brother boomed, as he looked right at her. "I'm here for photos and autographs." He slipped a baseball from his pocket. "Got a pen?"

I saw Millie's lower jaw drop. She looked from me, to my brother. Then, she calmly walked to my brother and... hugged him. My brother... looking a little confused, looked at me.

"I received the better greeting just a few minutes ago, Donald," I chuckled. "Millie was more vocal when I arrived."

Millie broke her embrace and took my brother's hand. Looking him straight in the eye... "I can't believe you're in my house. Right now." She looked at me... "The Brantley Brothers. In my house."

"We came to see you, Millie," I offered. "Your roommate told us how much you love the Royals."

Millie looked at Lisa, then closed the distance on her... and hugged her. Then...

Kissed her.

It wasn't a friendly kiss. More like, a lover's kiss.

I have to admit... It was hot to see those two in each other's arms.

"Thank you," I heard Millie whisper to Lisa, after the kiss.

"Millie. I didn't know David was going to do this." Lisa looked at me, a little put out, it seemed. Her brow furled and a slight tilt of the head. Giving me the stink eye.

"Where's that pen?" I offered.

*****

After Millie received her autographed baseball from the Brantley Brothers... (Lisa received one, too.)

Photos with Millie. First Donald, then me, then the two of us. With Millie's phone. Then, a group selfie photo with Lisa.

"I don't have enough food for all of us," Lisa whispered, after I snapped the last selfie.

"No problem. I saw a Fast Freddy's barbeque and ribs, just three blocks away... as I drove in. I'm buying."

*****

The girls seemed to be having fun.

Laughing. Joking. And...

Millie was giving Donald the eyes as the two seemed to be well engaged in laughter. Like I said earlier... Donald is a ladies man. I haven't really figured out how he does it. But women seem to gravitate towards him. Much more so to him, than me.

Dinner eaten, I arched an eyebrow to Lisa and she gave me one in return. She could see what was going on. I crossed my arms in front me and leaned into the picnic style table at Fast Freddy's...

"Having fun," I asked, my sexy nurse.

She crossed her arms and leaned on the table in front of me... "I am. Thank you for making Millie's day, David. You know, you could've told me this was going to happen."

"No way. I didn't know if you could keep secrets," I chuckled.

"Cute, Brantley," she groaned. She then turned to the couple next to us.

It only took me a few seconds. I knew that look. Lisa was giving Donald the eye, too. Smiling, as her roommate and Donald were chuckling and giggling over whose barbeque was best. Kansas City style, or Texas style.

A few seconds later, and I knew for sure. It was becoming very clear, Lisa was attracted, not only to Donald, but to Millie.

Donald has done this many times in our past. Leaving me with two women on his arms. And later... fuckin' both of them. As much as I liked Lisa, I didn't know her well enough to say... "She's the one." More than likely, she wasn't. So, if she did find my brother's bed, it wouldn't have been the first... or the last time.

Donald looked at me, and he knew it was time to go. We loaded up in my truck to take the girls home. But, as I expected, just two blocks from the girls home, I heard from behind me... Millie...

"Would you like to stay for a drink, Donald?"

"I would. Just one, and not for long."

Lisa took my hand from beside me and smiled...

"Can you stay?"

"Wished I could. I've got homework tonight for tomorrow's game. The evening lasted way longer than I expected."

"But, your brother. He's staying." She arched both eyebrows.

"Yeah. Well, David there," I groaned, so the two behind me could hear. "Likely saw the scouting reports while waiting outside your home, and memorized it in five minutes. I haven't figured out how he does it."

My brother leaned forward in his seat toward me... "Did it before I left Kauffman" he laughed.

"Really?" Millie asked. "You memorized the reports in five minutes?"

"A natural talent," my brother boasted. "I read it, and it sticks. Never forget it."

I kissed Lisa good night on her front porch, after Millie and Donald had already gone inside. Still laughing and giggling as the door closed behind them. But, as usual again, considering my brother and his women, the kiss wasn't anything like our kiss two months ago. I could tell she wanted to leave, and this was likely the last time I would see her. I hugged her, spun on a toe, and walked back to my truck. As I slipped in behind the wheel, I could see Lisa had already gone inside. I shrugged my shoulders and started my truck.

Then, I sent Donald a message, on my phone...

"If the opportunity presents, Lisa is yours tonight. I'm pretty sure she's into you, as much as Millie."

When I got home, I looked at my phone... a reply from my brother...

"Thanks. You were right."

*****

I wasn't too worried.

The last game of the regular season, at home.

Perfect.

But, it was the top of the ninth, no outs, and the Royals were ahead of the Tigers by 2.

7-5.

And... the bases were loaded with Tigers.

I wasn't worried because... We were the number 1 seed in the playoffs, and losing this game wouldn't change it.

Brock Morris stepped into the right side of the plate and looked right at me. Like he knew what was going to happen next. I looked to my left and found my brother at second. Focusing on the batter. I looked to the shortstop. Mitchell. He, also focusing on the batter. Then, I took my stance at third and fisted the palm of my glove. At the edge of the grass. I looked up to the batter.

I'm ready.

The pitch.

CRACK!

I heard the ball off the bat, but my eyes saw nothing but a white blur. A lightning bolt. Getting bigger.

I turned my head, to the right, and put my glove up to shield my face...

THAWP!

"OUT!"

Quick thinking, after my survival instinct swamped my mind and body, I stepped on third to catch the runner off the base.

"OUT!"

Using the base as leverage, I threw to second. My brother racing toward the bag and pointing to where he wanted the ball.

"OUT!"

I couldn't breathe. The adrenaline dump I received, when that ball came for my face. I looked to the ground. Damn. I took a breath. I looked to second and my brother was racing for me with his arms wide. Smiling widely with joy. Ready to hug me. It was then I heard the full house crowd at Kauffman stadium. The roar... deafening.

"You lucky prick," my brother yelled, in my ear. In our embrace. "A fuckin' triple play to end the season!"

He released me, and my teammates mobbed us both.

Chapter 3

The team had some time off.

Waiting to see who we would play in the wild card series of the AL.

Either the Twins or the Orioles.

I came out of the weights room, dripping in sweat. Looking down the hall, I see Helen Bergeron. Smiling like a well-fed cat. Leaning against the wall as though she was waiting on me.

"Mr. Brantley. Got a minute?"

"I do," I replied, as I stopped in front of her.

"Seems you, and your brother, are in the running for most valuable player in the AL," she offered, with a sexy smile.

I shrugged my shoulders... "Fame is fleeting, my dad says. Next year, it'll be someone from the Astros, or Red Sox. I'm heading back to the locker room. What's up? How's your boyfriend at the Chiefs? Sutherland, isn't it?"

"He's doing well," she replied. I could sense it wasn't really well, considering her tone. "With the football season, he's been busy."

"The Chiefs, hmm. Everyone is crazy about them. Especially with their quarterback. He's a Texan, by the way. I was at Tech, when he was there. I do hear a little about the Royals, though." I gut laughed. "So... Helen," I paused... for effect. "Is he? I mean, is he really busy, because you don't sound so enthusiastic when I asked about... Johnny? That's his name, right?"

"You've got a great memory, David." I could see the change in expression. I also could tell she was looking me over pretty hard. "I received a message from my colleague with the Chiefs. Johnny is dating someone. And he told me last Thursday, he was moving on."

"Sad news, Helen."

For a reason I can't explain, my mind went racing. About my sex life. My relationships with women. My brother didn't even have to call women in. They come to him without any effort on his part. There's something about my brother that attracts women, and for some reason, that same thing doesn't happen for me. I have to kinda work at it. To get a woman's attention.

I began looking at Helen... just now, with a different perspective. At least she came to me first, albeit, a rebound from a divorce.

"How about lunch in the office break room? I'm buying." I winked at her. "You can tell me all about it." She smiled like.. well... like she was happy.

"Really? I mean, I came here to talk to you and Donald. About the MVP thing. I'm getting calls about it from the local press."

"Screw 'em. I'll go down the street to Lucky's Subs and bring it back at 11:30. It's a business meeting, right. We can talk about the local press." I emphasized my words to send the message that I really didn't want to talk about the press. Followed by another wink.

"OK," she offered. Her smile looked like she was relieved.

"What do you want from Lucky's?"

*****

After a light dinner, we sat on the couch.

Her house.

Snuggling, as Helen briefly recounted her break up with Sutherland.

"Redheads are always a pain in the ass," I quipped. "Nancy Perkins. 6th grade."

Helen laughed. "Nancy? 6th grade?" She laughed again, while she leaned into my shoulder. My arm around her back.

"Yeah... Little troublemaker. Always spreading the gossip. Answering all the questions in class. Always watching the boys for any mischief. The girls, too. Always in everyone's beeswax."

"Beeswax?" she giggled.

"Yeah. My Mom's saying. Business... Personal business."

There was an awkward pause, as she turned in her seat and examined my face. She reached for my hair above my left ear... to run her fingers through it...

"You have hair any woman would die for," she whispered. Then she focused on my eyes... with her sexy, nearly black eyes..."I've been thinking a lot about you, David."

"Yeah?" I pulled her in close. "About a little secret dating, to see where it may go for us? I'm in, Helen."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But fair warning. Get it out of the way, now. I'm not that much of a romantic. And... If an opportunity presents, I'll take another woman to bed. Just so you know. At least, until we both are comfortable with one another." I paused to gauge her reaction...

"OK," she replied, with a nod. Her eyes are getting to me. I ran my fingers through her straight, raven hair.

"And, I think and live baseball. I'm obsessed with the game. Even in my sleep."

She laughed and pushed her tits into my right shoulder and chest. Leaning forward, with her lips not far away from mine.

"OK. And, it will be OK for me to take a lover, right?"

"Would only be fair," I replied, with no concern in my tone.

"Even if I take a woman for a lover? I mean. It would be possible."

"Yeah?" I groaned, in my throat. In a lowered voice... "I'd like to watch that. Two sexy women going at each other. A man can't resist it."

"No way," she quipped. "If you were there, I'd dump her in a second, for you. And, I'm sure she couldn't keep her hands off of you, either. She would want in on the deal."

"It sounds like you have someone in mind."

"Maybe," she replied, as she drew out her word. A sly grin on her sexy, full lips.

Helen... Focusing on my lips. I leaned a little and kissed her. Briefly. She looked at me, then kissed me. Her tongue tapped at my lips and I let her in. While we kissed on her couch, my thoughts focused on her tits. Pressing against my shoulder and chest. Those gorgeous orbs in my hands. My lips on her nipples. I love a woman's tits, and Helen's are sexy. Irresistible. I recall, from our last meeting, her tits standing proudly on her chest. An erotic sight.

Her hand on the back of my neck. Her tongue slithering through my tonsils and molars. She began softly whimpering. She broke our kiss, stood in front of me, and straddled my lap on her knees. She took my face in her hands and began kissing me. My hands around her back and waist.

She's a great kisser. I willed myself to kiss her well, in return. For at least a minute...

"I want you, David," she mumbled, into my lips. She didn't wait for a response.

She left my lap, stood before me, and began unbuttoning her blouse. I stood and joined in. In just a few seconds, we were naked in her living room. She fell to her knees, took my dick in hand, and shoved it into her mouth. Pulling hard suction, and humming on my semi-aroused dick. Pulling on my balls with her fist. Gawd, can she fellate. She had me hard as nails in seconds.

She released my dick, stood, reached for her full glass of red wine on the coffee table, and took three healthy swigs. She grabbed my hand and walked backward toward the couch. I wasn't going to have it. I wanted those sexy orbs on her chest, in my hands.

I stopped her with a tug on our hands, spun her around, and pulled her back into my chest. I tossed her long hair over her right shoulder... I kissed her neck behind her left ear, and wrapped my right arm around her, to palm her left tittie. I moaned into her neck at the soft, feminine, and weighty feel of her breast in my hand. My hormones dumped into my blood stream and swamped my primal brain, at the sensation of her feminine flesh in my hand. I groaned into her neck. She offered a soft moan as she seemed to enjoy my lips on her neck.

In only seconds, I had my left hand on her right breast. Both my arms... crossed across her chest and palming her luscious tittie flesh. Both titties in my hands... Yes, I was going insane. My dick on full alert, pressing against her ass. Drooling precum onto her little crack.

Her tits filled my huge hands, very well. Perhaps, her tits were just a teeny, weeny smaller than my hands could hold. Not much, if that.

In a soft voice... next to her ear... "I love your tits, Helen. I think I'll go insane, holding them in my hands. They're perfect."

"Mmm," she whispered, in reply. She reached back with her hand and caressed the side of my face... "I love it when you hold me, David. You're hands are so huge. You're so athletic. Firm. Strong. I want to be controlled by you... right now. Tonight."

My thumb and forefinger squeezed her left nipple, as I breathed hot breath on the back of her neck.

She hissed... "Oh gawd, David. My pussy's on fire, when you do that. More."

I squeezed both her breasts... pressing the luscious flesh into her chest.

"Spread your legs a little. I'm going to put my dick between your legs."

"Mmm," she replied.

I bent my knees... a little... considering the 10 inches in height difference... took my hand, and slipped my fully engorged dick between her thighs, from behind... The tip of my cock extending beyond the front of her thighs. The top of my shaft pressing against her oozing pussy. I felt her fingers caress the tip of my cock, as I palmed both her titties.

"That's sexy," she whispered. "It's so hard, right now."

"You're making it hard, Baby." I kissed her neck. I licked her nape. I breathed hot breath into her sexy shoulder.

"Baby?" she slurred. "I want to be your 'Baby.' I really do."

My hands were absorbing the firm, welcoming flesh of my lover's tits. The sensation in my hands, igniting my near, uncontrollable desire for Helen. Her petite fingers, stroking the tip of my cock. Her fingernail gently probing my tiny slit. My cock, throbbing between her thighs. A minute, or so...

"David," she hissed. "I can't stand it any longer. I want you. I want you inside me. You're driving me mad squeezing my nipples."

She stepped forward, freeing herself from my clutches. Grabbing my hand and backward walking toward the couch. Falling on her back and bringing me with her. Hovering above her reclining body, I had one knee on the couch and a foot on the floor. Her legs parted, widely. My dick, anxiously, wagging to my heartbeat, above her well-groomed pussy. Her tits slightly flattened on her chest, but were still perky and beautiful to my eyes.

"I've missed your fat cock, David," she whispered, as she reached for my neck.

I guided my dick to her pussy and touched her entrance. She stiffened, as I hovered above her, and breathed audibly into my chest. She grabbed my ass and pulled. Putting her lips on mine. I pushed forward, and...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, through my lips. My needy cock slithered the full length of her pussy. Tapping at the back door of her tunnel. She slapped my back with her right hand and pulled my neck, with the other, to kiss me harder. My third thrust, and...

"Ho... ly Fuck," she whimpered, into my right ear. Gagged words... "You're so deep inside me, right now."

I wiggled my waist and hips. Fucking my lover. While in her arms, Helen pulled on me and forced her tits into my chest. A moderate, rhythmic pace... Thrusting my dick through her tight, and silky pussy. Her squeaks, whines, wheezes, mumbles, and moans, became louder as I added more thrusts. Her tight pussy was having an effect on me. I hyper-focused on satisfying my new lover.

"It feels so good," she whimpered. "You're so..." She whimpered at my three thrusts. "Fuckin' thick."

I screwed her with a moderate, rhythmic, machine-like pace, for almost three minutes, when she screeched into my throat and stiffened beneath me. As her pussy began contracting on my dick, she...

"AH!" she growled, into my throat. Sounding like she was lifting something heavy. Follow by another, "AH!" Each announcement lasting a couple, or three seconds.

A deep throated growl between each, "Ah."

Each "Ah," a contraction of her pussy.

A few moments later... "Holy fuck..." She wheezed, catching her breath. "... OhMyGod...... AH!" Her eyes rolled back.

I fucked her right through her orgasm. Her orgasm complete... she began kissing me, urgently... agresively. Her hands on the sides of my face, as she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

"I love your fuckin' dick," she offered, in a desperate crescendo, and then... another orgasm. Stiffening beneath me, and squeezing me into her breasts, with her arms around me.

"AH!" she growled. A breath taken. "Holy fuck. I can't believe... OhMyGod!... AH!" Three gasps of air. A throaty growl. "AH!..." More breaths... In a screeching crescendo... "I don't want it to stop... OhMyGodOhMyGod!... AH!"

I fucked her for another minute... she had another, memorable orgasm. Crushing me into her chest with her arms around my back. Squealing out her "Ah-s" past my ear.

"You're dick is so freakin' big..." I saw her eyes roll back into her brain. "OhMyGodOhMyGod...... AH!" A throaty growl. "I don't want it to stop!... Oh, gawd, I don't want it...... AH!"

Her orgasm complete... a desperate plea... words on top of the other...

"I want you to cum, David. Now, Lover. I want to feel you inside me."

My primal brain took over. I wanted to fuck the back, out of her pussy.

I stood, flipped my petite lover onto her tummy... she squeaked in happy surprise. I kneed the couch, placed both her legs together, and place my other foot on the floor. It was then, I recognized how petite, and feminine, Helen is. How fragile looking, at this very moment. Then...

"Fuck me hard," she spat, over her shoulder. "Use me. Control me."

I leaned over and grabbed a fist full of her black hair. Pulling it gently, so she could side eye me... my lips just millimeters from her ear...

"I would love nothing better, than to fuck you hard. If it's too much, tell me. The code word is... 'Red.' 'Red' means stop."

"Hurry," she hissed. I could see anger in her sexy eyes. She pushed back at me with her sexy butt. Tapping my needy cock. "Fuck me!"

I reached between us, grabbed my dick, and slipped it into her tight little pussy hole.

"YES!" she wheezed, as my dick slithered the length of her pussy. I saw her eyes disappear into her head. Her left tittie, slightly appearing from the side of her torso. Her tittie... Smashed into the leather cushion of the couch. The sight... Sexy. Erotic.

My pubis against her soft ass, I could feel the end of her pussy touching the tip of my cock. Her pussy muscles massaging my dick. I placed a hand on the couch near her shoulder and my other hand on the base of her spine. I arched my waist and hips and began a slow, rhythmic thrust. Then, again. And, again. My weight on my arms. My dick sliding the full length of her pussy with each thrust.

"A little faster," she whimpered. I complied. A moderate pace.

"Yes," she hissed. "Just like that." She hummed with approval as I continued fucking her.

I fucked her for no longer than 30 seconds, and she was squealing into a throw pillow of the couch. By now, my cock was feeling the uncontrollable effects of my own release. Her pussy in full blown orgasm, squeezing my dick, in an attempt to pull the cum from my balls.

I fucked her hard. Real hard. My pubis exploding into her ass with each thrust. She screeched into the couch, with each forward thrust. But, it didn't last long. Three thrusts... maybe... was all I could offer.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, as I thrust, hovering above her sexy back. I mumbled... "I'm gonna cum."

"YES!" came her reply.

My balls felt as though they would compress into tiny marbles, as I continued to fuck Helen, albeit, with shortened, less frequent, thrusts. My pelvic muscles squeezed until I had cramps. My legs stiffened. My eyes rolled back into my head, causing my optic nerves to scream in pain. I groaned disgusting sounds as my sticky, creamy cum raced through my dick, and spilled into my lover. I was amazed I was capable of continued thrusts into my lover's pussy.

I lost all contact with Helen. I had no awareness she was beneath me. I was selfish. Self-absorbed. Drunk on the exquisite feeling I was having. Pleading with my primal brain to give me more. I caught myself not breathing.

"Oh fuck," I roared, into the nape of my lover. I had no idea how I found myself lying with my full weight upon her. I gagged for more air. My lungs screaming.

"Holy fuck," I slurred into Helen's shoulder. "Gawd."

"It was perfect," she whispered. She reached behind her and caressed my face. "You're the best lover I've ever had, David. No man has ever made me cum with his dick, without me using a vibrator, at the same time. You're amazing."

I couldn't reply. My primal brain still had control of everything. What seemed like hours, was only seconds, I managed to lift myself from my fragile-like lover and wiggle from the couch. Standing beside her, she turned onto her side and focused on my dwindling dick. She reached out and captured a strand of cum dangling from the tip of my foreskin. She placed her two fingers into her mouth, and...

"Mmm," she offered, as she closed her eyes. "I love it. We're perfect together, David." She reached out, grabbed my dick and pulled me toward her. She wiggled to the edge of the couch, still reclining on her side, and slurped my dick clean. I watched her sexy tits wiggle erotically, as she sucked me.

"I think your amazing, too, Helen. I've had a wonderful experience with you, tonight."

She smiled a sexy smile, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my knees, in front of her. She kissed me. Snaking her tongue past my lips and humming her approval. Then... her whisper... just millimeters from my lips...

"Stay with me. I want to be with you tonight."

*****

I woke to daylight filtering through the mini-blinds of the window.

A strange bed.

A soft, warm, feminine body snuggled into my side and back.

Perfect.

I turned to my left to face the woman in her bed.

"Umm," she moaned, as she turned left, also. I snuggled into her back, and placed my arm around her. She took my hand and placed it against her breast. Pressing my hand with her hand onto her sexy, feminine flesh. I wiggled my pubis into her sexy ass and held her close.

"Just a few more minutes," she mumbled, in a sleepy, throaty voice. "Then we'll get ready for work."

I admired her super black, raven hair. Light striking it just right, gave it a blueish, violet hue, in slender streaks. A twinkle of green, if watched closely. I held her firmly into my body... enjoying the transmission of feminine warmth from her back, into my chest. After a few minutes...

"I still can't get over how wonderful a lover you are," she whispered. "I... I've never had such a satisfying sexual experience." She wiggled out of my clutches to face me on her side. Her hand caressing my bedhead hair. "Both times, David. Both times, we've been together, you gave me multiple orgasms." She closed her eyes and kissed me. "I'm gonna keep you as long as I can. You're amazing."

I pulled her into my chest, rolled her onto her back, and kissed her while I rested on an elbow above her. We gently dueled with our tongues. Our kiss broken...

"You're a passionate woman, Helen. I love our experiences together. Especially with our circumstance. Flirting with being fired because we're together right now. I'm looking forward to exploring our relationship."

"If I knew I would have you forever, I'd quit my job, right now." She paused as she examined my face and lips. Caressing my hair. "You're a sexy man. Irresistible. The women in the office are always talking about you, and your brother. I'm lucky to be with you, right now."

"Let's talk about my brother," I began.

"OK. Why?" She tilted her head, a little. Her brows came down.

"My brother, Helen... Is a ladies man. I mean, that boy gets more nookie, than anyone I know. I don't have one hundredth the experiences he has."

"OK." She looked worried.

"What I want to say is... if you're at my house, you're gonna be around him. And..."

"You think I'll be attracted to him," she interrupted. I nodded. "You think he'll get me into his bed."

"I know so. More like, you taking him to his bed. He's very persuasive, without trying. I've seen women drag his ass back to his room."

"He's stolen women from you?" I could tell she seem concerned.

"He has. I told you earlier, Helen. I suck at the romance thing. Donald is a master of love. I haven't been able to figure it out, but I've seen women fall into his arms within minutes. Their clothes off, shortly afterward."

"Wow," she whispered. She reached with her hand and caressed my face.

I rolled out of bed and stood. Again, admiring the femininity of the woman just feet away. Her sexy, feminine tits calling me, like "The Sirens."

"Helen," I began, sternly. "If you fall into his bed, I can't be with you. Not like what we're trying to explore. If you do fall into his arms and give yourself to him, the best you and I can be, is occasional lover's. Never anything more."

She spun the other way, walked across the room and grabbed a robe from the chair. As she walked toward me, her tits wiggled inside the satiny fabric. I felt my dick firm up and stand a little.

She took me into her arms... Her sexy eyes piercing my soul...

"I might be the first, David. The one who couldn't be coaxed into Donald's arms. I've seen him in action. But, I came to you, didn't I? I 'did,' have a choice."

"You didn't go to him, before me?"

She shook her head gently... a soft smile on her lips. Her long, black hair kissing her tits, covered by the robe. Fuck me.

"I'm on firm ground, Helen. About Donald. I love my brother, but I won't share a woman, who I care about, with him. If our relationship prospers..."

"OK," she whispered, as she silenced me with a finger on my lips. "And, I know the playoffs are about to begin. Can we resume this when the season is over?"

I replied with a firm embrace and a kiss.

It was a sexy kiss. A lover's kiss.

Seconds later... her piercing eyes into mine... her whisper into my lips...

"I'm still horny."

I nodded. Then...

I fucked her from behind, over the edge of her bed.

She screamed out two orgasms, and begged me to cum in her mouth.

"I'm cumming," I groaned, as I stepped back, and withdrew from her sloppy pussy. Holding my throbbing, hard dick in my fist.

She fell to her knees, and I unloaded into her mouth. Her lips vacuum sealed around my shaft. She sucked the cum right out of my balls. It felt as though, she was going to suck my spinal column, out through my dick, too.

*****

I stopped in front of the house.

Watching two women kiss my brother at the doorway.

And, not just any kind of kiss. A kiss, familiar lover's give one another.

Then, Lisa and Millie, turned for a car, parked in my brother's driveway. Smiling like well-fed cats. I saw them wave toward the house, and get into the car.

They pulled away, going in the opposite direction, so they didn't have a chance to see me parked in front of the house. I pulled into the garage, walked into the house, and met my brother in the kitchen. He apparently heard me come in. Without turning to greet me, while he tossed bacon onto a griddle...

"Helen, last night?"

"Yeah," I replied. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured a large mug.

"She's a sexy woman. Downright hot," he offered, as he tossed two more pieces of thick bacon onto the sizzling griddle. "I've never met a woman with such dark eyes and such dark hair. Exotic. To me, at least."

"Yeah," I offered, after I slurped my coffee.

He turned to me and tilted his head... "What's with the attitude? I mean, I've seen you like this before. Starting to have feelings for her?"

"Yeah... I am." I sipped at my coffee as I watched his reaction.

"You're worried about me, aren't you?" He arched an eyebrow at me.

"I am."

He nodded and turned to the griddle. He flipped the bacon with tongs. Focusing on his task...

"You told me, she came to you, outside the weight room. Not once, but twice."

"Yeah, she did."

He finished turning the bacon over, and placed a griddle weight on them... turning to me...

"Every time I've worked with Helen, she didn't come to me. She sent someone to get me, and bring me back. And, when I arrived at her office, she was nothing but professional and brief. Not one hint of flirting. In fact, if I didn't know better, I don't think she likes me so much. It's like she can't get me out of her office fast enough."

I couldn't believe my ears... "Really?"

"Yeah," Donald replied, as he took the bacon from the griddle. Turning to me... "I've known her, for almost two years. Not one hint of unprofessional behavior. From her, or me." He crossed the room, poured a coffee, and stood before me. "She came to you, David. Twice. That's what a woman does, when she wants your attention. And..." He sipped his coffee. "I've never seen you like this before. If she comes over, and if there is any hint she wants my attention, I'll put a stop to it. Tell you about it, later. So you know, and can make the decision for yourself."

I nodded as I watched Donald take a heathy gulp from the large mug.

"I love you, David. More than anything. I would do anything for you. Just ask. I'll do it."

"I don't want to ask anything, Donald." I took a sip from my coffee. "I want it to take a natural course, like it has, all along. If she comes to you, I know she's not the one for me." I set my mug on the countertop and offered him my hand. He looked at my hand, placed his mug on the countertop, and took me into his arms. We embraced. Firmly. Like we've done hundreds, if not, thousands of times before. Donald's whisper, into my ear...

"I have this feeling... considering her attitude with me, you won't have any worries. And... I want it to work for you... if that is what you want."

I replied with an extra firm squeeze of my brother in my arms.

*****

I stood near third base, as I watched Romero catch the ball in right-center field.

My chest was tight from the adrenaline.

A running snag from Romero, in dramatic fashion. Nearly falling to the ground, from losing his balance, as the ball was caught near the ground.

As soon as I saw the ball go into his glove... and, Romero stopped running and regained his balance...

My teammates exploded from the dugout.

I couldn't swallow, because of the emotion.

Before I knew it, I was in my brother's arms.

"You're a fuckin' monster! All fuckin' season! This is insane! Four games, David! We're goin' to the league championship!"

I thought he was going to break my ribs with his embrace. Other teammates surrounded me and I thought I would be crushed from the contact. I caught a glimpse of a smiling Romero racing in from center field... toward me. Holding the ball he caught, high in the air. I also caught a glimpse of a dejected Orioles team. Heads hung low in defeat. I heard the "boos" from the hometown Baltimore fans. A national television field reporter pushed her way into my teammates...

"David Brantley! David Brantley! An amazing series! Your thoughts!"

My thoughts were... sexy blonde with brown eyes. Cute nose. Fuckin' great tits behind that sexy sweater. Her thick, red lips looked like they could suck...

I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"An amazing ending by Romero!" I screamed, over my teammates. "I'm happy for Kansas City, and Royals fans, everywhere!"

"You've shattered the record for runs batted in, for a playoff series, David! How did you do it?!"

"I got some good pitches! From some very good pitchers! The Orioles are tough!"

"Not tough enough, apparently! The Royals scoring 47 runs to their six, in four games! Who do you want to see in the League Championship?!"

"I don't care! The Twins and the Yankees are great teams! I look forward to the matchup!"

"That series is at 2-2 for each team, folks. The Royals have beaten both the Twins, and Yankees! Combined, the Royals took seventeen games, out of eighteen, during the season! What are your chances?!"

"I say our chances are as good as they can be! I mean, the pitching staffs for both teams are great!"

"Thank you, David!"

"You're welcome!"

The next thing I knew, this woman took my hand and placed a note there. Over the screaming...

"Call me!" Then, she winked. Then, she turned to the cameraman.

Damn.

"Lucky prick!" my brother offered, over the insane noise. "I saw what she did!"

I just smiled.

"Come on! Let's go celebrate!"

*****

I glanced over to the side... in the back.

Helen Bergeron.

Smiling widely. Happiness in her face.

I looked toward my right.

Mark Henderson. The pitcher in the first game of the series. Threw a two hit shutout that night. A complete game... all nine innings. Co-MVP for the series.

Also, on my right.... the owner... Mr. McKuen, and the manager... Clint Stevens.

"David," the reporter began. "You and Mark are sharing the MVP for the series with the Orioles. Mark? David? You're thoughts?"

Mark snapped with a response...

"This man right here. David Brantley. I've never seen a player, play like I've seen these past four games, and for the season. His brother may have won the batting title, but this man is a monster! Give me five, my man!"

Mark held up his black hand and I gave him the five he wanted. With a wide smile on my face.

"David? Your thoughts?"

"My thoughts?," I began. "Mark set the tone for winning in the first game. We all thrived from his performance. As a team, we hit.344. An amazing feat, that began with Mark setting the tone."

"I agree," Stevens offered. "Mark did set the tone, and the entire team responded. But, I have to admit. David Brantley set the tone, too. Four home runs, totaling 11 runs batted in. Who in the hell drives in 27 runs in four games? That's over half of the runs scored in the series. The rest of the team drove in 20 runs. I still can't get my head wrapped around it. Nobody does that."

"Hell, yeah, Brantley does!" Mark squawked. "David's the 'Man!'" He slapped me on the shoulder.

I smiled at the compliment, then turned to Helen. Sexy. Those dark eyes hidden in the shadows in the back of the room. But... I did see her lips...

"Perfect," she silently mouthed.

*****

I sat there in the living room.

The wide screen TV on the final game between the Twins and Yankees, in New York. Their series tied 3-3. The Royals would play the winner, in Kansas City, in two days.

I looked to my left. On the couch...

Helen.

And Millie.

Engaged in pleasant conversation, and totally ignoring the game. But, I could tell Helen was listening to the game with one ear, and listening to Millie with the other. Amazing, she can do that.

Donald in the kitchen... two batches of loaded nachos in process.

I was silent. On occasion, I would catch a flirty glimpse with Helen. It was nice to have that feeling one has, when someone is... kinda important.

I, of course, had a clipboard in hand... taking notes on both pitchers. I saw Helen eye roll me... with a sassy grin... when she saw me enter the room with the clipboard, and began taking notes. Millie kinda scowled at me.

"So, what's the story, so far?" my brother asked, as he entered the room. Setting the nachos on the coffee table, and sitting next to Millie. Who, snuggled her sexy ass against Donald, and continued telling Helen about her nursing career. Lisa had to work. Turns out, Donald was dating both chicks... simultaneously. I was afraid to ask the details of his relationships. I answered my brother's question...

"Echeverria is throwing some great fastballs. Low and inside on righties. For us, Perfect. He tends to get it high on lefties."

"Yeah... perfect," my brother replied.

*****

The Twins won their series with the Yankees.

We crushed the Twins this past season. Beating them 10 of 11 games. But, that didn't mean they weren't good. In fact, the Twins gave the Yankees more than they wanted in all seven games. And, I took note, the Twins were playing for a purpose.

Revenge.

On the Royals.

Before I knew it, after the Twins' win over the Yankees, Millie dragged my brother's ass into the bedroom, and I heard the door slam shut. I half laughed as I tossed the clipboard on the bookcase. I shuffled over to the couch and sat next to my...

Girlfriend.

A term of endearment, Helen and I agreed to, a day after the win over the Orioles. But, we weren't committed. Helen had already mentioned, she had taken a lover. A woman. From a professional association she belonged to.

"Millie is beautiful," she began. "I'd kill for her hair. It's naturally curly, you know."

"I did know. She's been over here for about a month now." I scooted a little closer and Helen took me into her arms. Kissing me. Softly. Gently. Like lovers.

"I know we agreed," she mumbled, into my lips. "To go home early, but, I really want to stay with you, a little longer." I could hear her breathing a little harder, as she kissed me. "You're so sexy. With your clipboard." She kissed me. Long. And a little urgently. "Your hands are huge," she slurred, into my mouth. "I want you to finger me, tonight. All I could think, during the game, as I watched you write, was you fingering me with those huge fingers."

"I can do that," I slurred, into her lips. "Come on."

Right then, we heard Millie squeal from Donald's room. An orgasmic squeal.

"Fuck," Helen slurred, as she looked toward my brother's bedroom...

"Now, I'm really horny."

*****

I fingered her.

As she requested. Cumming hard on my hand, one time. Then, she pulled me into a bear hug... rolling both of us on the bed. After her instructions... demands, really...

Helen was riding me like a horse.

My back against the headboard, she was grinding her pussy into my pubis. Her hand around my neck for leverage. The other on my shoulder. My dick, twirling perfect circles inside her slippery folds. Her gorgeous tits, wobbling aggressively on her chest, and driving me insane, because of the sight. Helen... Fucking me hard... Really hard. As I watched her titties roll violently across her chest, I'm thinking...

Yeah. I like this woman who loves the sex.

She was grunting. Groaning. Growling. Gasping. Breathing hard. As she swiveled her hips and waist, forward and backward. Wheezing through her breaths as she concentrated on her...

"OhMyGod... OhMyGod.... Holy fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cock!" she announced, in a screeching crescendo.

Helen fell forward... putting her lips on my neck and screaming bloody murder. Her hips, feverishly, jerking back and forth on my dick. Her body consumed in a violent quiver. Her pussy contracting on my cock. Her tits pressed into my chest.

Then...

My bedroom door opened.

I blinked. Twice.

Millie walked in... wearing a robe.

I was surprised.

Helen was still in the throes of her orgasm... aware of Millie?

"I love your freakin' large cock," she whimpered, into my shoulder. Her pussy was convulsing on my dick. "Cock," she slurred. She took an audible breath, and gagged... "Cock.... Huge."

Without a word, Millie walked toward me, leaned over and kissed me. A very brief kiss. It was then, Helen saw Millie, but she didn't seem to be phased. Then, Millie kissed Helen.

I sat there in my bed... fully penetrating my girlfriend's pussy, as I watched the two women urgently kiss one another. Helen grabbed Millie's neck, and pulled her hard into an aggressive kiss. Tongues were slashing like swords. Lips were slurping and smacking. My dick, fully inside my lover, as I watched the two go at each other in a passionate kiss. Millie pawed at Helen's tittie, and I saw her squeeze the nipple.

"Oh fuck," Helen slurred, into Millie's lips. Whimpering... "I'm cumming on your cock, again." She released Millie and fell into my chest. Wheezing through her orgasm. I gave her cute ass a nice, little slap for cumming on me so well.

"Donald?" I whispered, as Helen came off her orgasm and began urgently kissing me. Both her hands on my face, kissing me hard, and continuing to fucking me... swiveling her hips forward and backward... grinding her pussy against me... my dick twirled the circles of love inside her. Millie, in response to my question...

"Passed out in bed. I fucked him silly." A tone of triumph from Millie's lips.

"Umm," I groaned, into Helen's lips.

"Can I stay and watch?" It was a barely audible whisper, from our unexpected visitor.

"Yes," Helen slurred, into my mouth. She wheezed several breaths into my mouth. Her eyes crossed, as she touched our noses. Then... "I want you to fuck me hard, Baby. Really hard."

"Yeah," Millie slurred. "I want to see that." She backward walked into the desk chair, pulled it to the side of my bed, and sat down.

I rolled Helen to the side and my dick fell from her sloppy pussy. Positioning my petite lover on her back, and her legs spread wide... on her elbows, arching her neck, as she watched my next move. Helen...

"Put it back in," referring to my dick. Soft, desperate words from her lips.

I knee walked between her legs, grabbed my dick, and aimed for her tight, little hole. She reached out and held my dick, too. Guiding me to her oozing slit.

"Your dick is huge," I heard from beside me, as I pushed forward... placing my hands on the mattress, beside Helen, and hovering over her... she fell back into the mattress.

"Oh Gawd," my lover wailed, in a gagged breath, as my dick slithered the full length of her pussy. She clinched the sheets with her fists. In a strangled voice... "I want you to make me cum, again."

"Yeah," a slur, from the subdued light from my left. "Make her cum."

I began a slow, rhythmic, thrusting pace. In seconds, I was at a moderate pace...

"Just like that," came the instructions, from my lover. Her breathing... rapid and desperate. The mattress, audibility protesting the thrusts from my 240 pounds... into my 120 pound lover. Helen began twinkling her little clit with her left hand. Her clinched fist around the wrist of my arm. Whimpering and whining as I fucked her. Mumbling words I didn't understand.

I fucked Helen for no longer than 30 seconds, and...

Her whiny, whispered voice, in crescendo... "You're gonna make me cum again."

And, she did.

As I continued to thrust my cock into her tight, convulsing, pussy... Writhing below me, as though her muscles had frozen in place. Her legs quivering in the air beside my body. Her pussy clamping my dick with each contraction of her orgasm. Her fists welded to the sheets. The muscles in her neck, taut, and defined. Her eyes disappeared into her skull. Her titties... wiggling gently... erotically, on her chest... driving my primal brain insane. I couldn't stand it anymore!

"Fuck!" I roared.

I heard a squeak of alarm from beside me.

I grabbed Helen by the throat. I grabbed her by the hip with my other hand. Still in her orgasm, I fucked her as fast, as hard as I could. Pounding the front of my thighs into the back of hers. My dick slicing through her pussy, like a well-oiled engine. Her perfect titties, aggressively heaving across her chest, in sync with my thrusts.

Helen grabbed, with both hands, my wrist and forearm... the one with my fingers around her throat. A very firm grip from her hands. Her eyes quivering in the sockets... Her strangled order...

"Fuck me harder!... Fuck me out!"

I was fucking her as hard as my primal brain could achieve. I couldn't give her anymore. The mattress springs in screaming protest. I could see I was pushing my petite lover into the mattress, with my forward thrusts, and my weight on her upper chest, below her throat... the mattress nearly swallowing half of her body on my forward thrust, and then releasing her, as I prepared for the next thrust.

"Oh My God," I heard from beside me. A tone of worry.

Once I saw Helen's eyes roll back into her head... and she croaked out a growly, drawn out... "AH!"...

"OH FUCK!" I roared. I heard the walls vibrate. "GOD DAMN!"

I continued to fuck Helen, albeit, not as aggressively, as my cum erupted from my balls. I closed my eyes and endured the pleasure... the pain... as jets of cum shot into my lover's pussy. I lost all control of my mind and body. I couldn't breathe. My eyes rolled back until it hurt. I mumbled disgusting grunts and groans, as my pelvic nerves screamed in pleasure. And pain. Pleasurable pain. My balls felt as though they would explode. Scratching the insides of my balls sac.

"OH FUCK!" I roared again. I roared again, I don't know how many times.

I collapsed into the arms of my lover. My full weight upon her. She caressed the back of my neck. Kissing my neck, as satisfied, "coos," whispered from her lips. My chest heaving for any available oxygen. I could feel my chest smashing my lover's tits against her.

"That was beautiful, Baby," my lover offered, in a whisper. I couldn't reply. My primal brain would not relinquish control. I may have grunted from my throat... maybe.

"I don't know, which of you, fucked the other the hardest," came a soft voice from beside the bed. "That has hot. I regret not seeing the prelude."

"The prelude was hot, too," I managed to grunt, into my lover's neck.

Helen giggled beneath my weight...

"It was. His fingers are huge, and he made me cum with them." She cooed, and hummed, into my neck again, as she caressed my hair, on the back of my head, just above my neck...

"He's an amazing lover."

*****

I drove Helen home.

Despite our attraction to one another, we both knew we had to work hard over the next week. The Twins were coming to town for the AL Championship. It would be best if the two of us weren't together, at least, until the series with the Twins was over.

Millie...

"Will you take me home? Donald is still asleep, and I don't want to disturb him."

It wasn't the first time I took one of Donald's lovers home. On the drive to Millie's, the two girls were actively chatting. Millie, the avid Royals fan, did most of the talking. As we drew near the exit, for her house...

"We ought to go shopping sometime. Perhaps lunch."

I turned to Helen, as we drove down the street, and she gave me a sly smile. Still looking intently at me, with her sexy, very dark eyes... "I would love, too. Give me your number, and I'll call you tomorrow."

"Fuck," I slurred, in my thoughts. There was no doubt, from Helen's tone... a sultry, sinister tone... those two would be fucking each other by the end of the week. I don't blame her. Millie... with that strawberry blonde, thick, and ultra-naturally curly hair... was sexy. Cute nose. Slender face. Attractive. Slender. Small tits though. I could tell when she was wearing the robe... she let it open in the top and I caught a quick glimpse of her tits. Two inches taller than Helen. I wish I could watch those two sexy kittens go at each other. "Fuck," I slurred, at that thought.

I walked Helen to her door. She spun on a toe, grabbed my neck with both hands, stood on her toes, and kissed me. A sexy, lover's kiss.

"Sorry it's so late," she whispered, as her eyes pierced mine. "I couldn't help myself. The more I watched you, the more horny I got."

"You're a sexy woman, Helen," I replied. "A nice sacrifice for sleep. To have you in my arms."

"David. You're becoming a lover, for me, you know."

"I do. And, I like being with you."

"I saw you look at me, when Millie mentioned lunch."

I chuckled. "I'd be nuts, Helen. To not be a little jealous... Knowing the two of you will likely become lovers. I'm willing to share you, Sexy. I'm confident in myself, and my love life. And, I'm a competitor. I can compete for another's heart, if I want their heart."

"Damn, David. I thought you said you're not romantic."

"I'm not. That's the best you'll ever get from me."

Still on her toes, she snuggled into me hard... pulling on my neck, and her lips near mine... "Have you ever been in a threesome? With two women?"

"I have."

"Any problems with Millie? I mean, if it works out for me and her? I could bring her to your bed, if you like."

"Threesomes are rare for me, Baby. I admit. When I'm with someone. With you. I want to give you my full attention. However, when two sexy women want me, I find it difficult to say, 'No.'"

Her whisper against my lips... "When you were in the bathroom... cleaning up after us, Millie mentioned it. You're performance tonight, made her horny. And..." She kissed my lips. Softly. Gently. "We made out in your room, after I dressed. I like her."

"Go for it. She's sexy. That, and exotic."

Helen answered me with a passionate kiss. Then...

"I'll see you tomorrow, during practice. And... thank you for fingering me." She hissed through her lips. "You're gonna be doing that again."

*****

The on-deck circle.

I swung my bat, one last time, and began the walk to the left side of the plate. I looked to first.

Herrera. Just received a walk.

The full house crowd roaring at an unbelievable level. My ears rang. I heard my name chanted from behind the Twins, and the Royals dugouts.

On third. My brother. Smiling at me. His right foot on the bag, and his hands on his hips. I waggled my bat to acknowledge him. I stopped before the batter's box, on the left side, looked to the dugout, and found Clint Stevens.

A touch to the cheek... swing away.

Game 1

Bottom of the ninth.

One out.

Twins 1. Royals 0.

A pitching duel. Both teams, using multiple pitchers.

I don't know what happened to the Twins, but they weren't the team we manhandled, this season. They were playing at a championship level, beating both the As, and the Yankees to get to Kansas City.

I took a quick, hard look to the mound. Jacob Burns looked ready for me. An air of confidence in his look... his stance. Ready to pitch to me.

The roar of the crowd... overwhelming.

I stepped into the left batter's box. Looked to Burns, and took two warm-up swings.

I'm ready.

The pitch.

THAWP!

"Ball," the umpire, calmly called.

It was a ball. Fastball, missing the inside corner.

After that first pitch, I knew what was coming, and I knew what I was going to do.

The next pitch.

THAWP!

"STRIKE, one."

Exactly what I expected. Fastball, low and inside. I faux attempted a swing to throw off Burns.

Then...

THAWP!"

"STRIKE, two."

I swung at it for show. I intentionally missed it. I hope my acting job, sold my opponent.

Then...

THAWP!

"Ball... two."

Four fastballs.

I got this.

Then...

When the ball came off Burns' fingers, I knew it.

Change up.

Heading right for my sweet spot. At the knees and a little inside. He hoped he could strike me out, on the off-speed pitch.

I held back.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting... for what seemed an eternity.

In microseconds, my brain. My form. My technique. My focus.

Then...

I swung.

My eyes following the ball like a laser beam.

CRACK!

The sound of the ball from my bat, was like none, I had ever heard. Explosive. I swear there was an echo in the Stadium. The ball left my bat so quickly, I lost its track.

I dropped my bat. Racing for first. I checked the Twins defensemen...

All standing. Looking toward right field. I reached first, and made the turn for second... and glanced at my brother.

Donald was hopping up and down on both feet... skipping toward home plate on the third base line. His eyes looking in the sky for right field. His arms and fists high in the air. Screaming in triumph. I furled my brow...

The crowd was on their feet. SCREAMING!

I looked to right field. A dejected right fielder walking back from the wall.

Home run?

The roar from the Royals dugout. I was still sprinting for second, and the shortstop and second baseman were already walking away.

Herrera, trotting toward home. My teammates had gathered at home plate.

It must be a home run.

I slowed. Trotting. I looked up. The third base coach leaping high in the air in triumph.

Fans began spilling from the seats onto the field. I ran as fast as I could to home. And, was met with great joy. I stepped on the plate and...

Pandemonium.

My brother had me in his arms.

"YOU'RE A FUCKIN' MONSTER!"

"I NEVER SAW IT!"

Donald replied, but I couldn't hear him.

It was too fuckin' loud.

*****

I watched it on the replay screen.

ESPN.

In the locker room, as my teammates, and I, were celebrating the walk off homerun I hit. This would be the first time I saw my homer.

"QUIET!" my brother roared, as he pointed to the screen from the ceiling.

I stood there. In awe.

I crushed that ball. I have never seen a ball leave home plate so quickly. Heading for right field. The ball skipped off the hands, of no fewer than six fans, in Section 251, and landed into the Party Deck. Bouncing off anything it could find, like a ball on a pool table. I watched as a man finally stopped it and held it high in the air. A beer in his other hand... spilling it on a little girl. She wasn't happy... turning to her mother and crying.

My teammates.

Screaming my name.

Slapping me on my back. And my ass.

Rubbing and tussling my hair.

Pouring bottled water over my head.

"And apparently," the broadcaster added. "David Brantley didn't know he had hit a home run, until he had reached second base. He was at full sprint, through second."

I pointed to the television screen hanging from the ceiling...

"HE'S FUCKIN' RIGHT!"

*****

I looked at my watch, before I left the locker room.

12:20...

AM.

My brother behind me.

I was exhausted. The adrenaline dump, the main culprit.

Celebrations. Interviews.

I couldn't help it... It was just the first game of the series. My teammates were behaving like we'd won the whole thing. I was hoping it was competitive release. We would be ready for tomorrow.

I opened the door and turned right for the players' parking lot. Two steps past the door and...

A smiling face. A familiar face.

I stopped and returned the smile.

My brother stepped past me and stopped, too.

"Well, Brother," he offered, in a lowered voice. He looked both ways, for any unwanted ears. Then, back to Helen... smiling... "No sexy women waiting on me after the game."

Without breaking a sinister smile, Helen pointed a finger to Donald...

"You. Go home." Then she pointed to me... with a lover's smile. "You. Come with me." She spun on a toe, took steps in the opposite direction, and her sexy ass wiggled in her business skirt, with each step. I silently hissed in my throat.

"Lucky prick," my brother groaned, as he turned for the parking lot. I turned for Helen.

"What's up? I asked, as I stepped in beside her.

"Mr. McKuen, and his family, want to congratulate you." Her step brisk, she turned her head and smiled. Again, a sexy, lover's smile. "Mr. McKuen's grandchildren want autographs. And..."

She stopped at the elevator... and turned to me... "It's not every day, a player hits a walk-off homerun, that causes the fans to flood the field. Twelve arrests, by the way. Way to go, Brantley." She giggled, at her sarcasm, as she turned to push the elevator button.

"I didn't even see it. I lost it when I hit it."

"I know, dork," she chuckled. "I saw the play. And, the re-play."

"Twelve, huh?" as we stepped into the elevator.

"Yeah. Thugs," she replied, as she pushed the elevator button. "Chased the Twins from the dugout, and into the locker room. Three of them got into the locker room."

"Sorry to hear about that. Mr. Mac, huh?"

"And," she replied, with a drawn out word. "A special guest of Mr. McKuen. And don't call him, 'Mac,' again. He hates it."

Helen opened the door, stood to the side, and let me enter the owner's suite.

Three steps in, and... grandchildren waving baseballs at me. Each one wanting to be the first. Helen shoved a pen into my hand.

"Thank you," I offered. She replied with a smile.

I sat down and took the first baseball from a little girl... with a happy smile from my lips.

"What's your name, young lady?"

Thirteen happy grandchildren later...

"David," Mr. McKuen offered, with a firm handshake. "Congratulations. That was a fantastic hit, at the perfect time. I suppose the price of two first round draft picks is paying off for me this season. You, and Donald, are having great seasons. Along with the others. Stevens tells me you're the leader. Leading by example. Leading in the dugout. And, on the field."

"Thank you, McKuen," I replied. "I promised you, Sir. When I arrived last May, I would do everything I could, to win."

"And, you have kept that promise, David. Thank you. And, thank you for your time this evening. To sign balls for my grandchildren. They're big fans of you."

I couldn't help it... grandchildren... young teenagers to toddlers... up at 1 AM in the morning?

"I enjoyed every moment, Sir."

"I have a guest that wants to meet you." He turned toward a gathering of adults in the room. "James Young. I want to introduce, David Brantley."

A man turned from the group and looked right me.

Damn. James Young. I felt myself stop breathing.

Likely, the greatest player... ever.

James Young came at me with a welcoming smile, an extended hand, and...

"David. I've been following your season. Along with your brother." His handshake... firm... welcoming. "When I heard of the trade, I looked into your background." He cleared his throat. I was in awe. Two inches shorter than me. The same dark hair and dark eyes. A Texan, like me. Still in great athletic shape. Graying hair on the temples. Commanding voice... pleasant, yet confident.

"Texas Tech, the first round pick for the Mariners. My nephew played for Tech."

"I know, Mr. Young. Michael Young is a legend at Dan Law Field. My brother, and I, saw him on TV, as kids, pitch that perfect game in Omaha."

"And you, David. Although you lost the batting title to your brother, the last two months, you're leading all other players by three miles. Plus, an MVP last week."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Let's have a seat, David. I want to know what happen on that last at bat. You seemed to know what you were doing, through all those pitches."

My heart was still thumping against my chest, from meeting James Young, as I sat down, and...

Recounted my experience, just two and a half hours ago.

I looked to my right, for just a moment...

Helen.

Leaning against the wall with her back, and arms crossed in front of her. Never taking her eyes from me. And...

A sexy, knowing smile.

*****

I stood in the dugout, as I watched my brother's hit sail over the shortstop's head and into shallow left field.

Peters racing from third to home.

His run would break the 4-4 tie, in the top of the ninth, in Tampa.

Fifth game.

The series... Royals 3, Twins 1.

I stood at the steps of the dugout and pointed to my brother, on first...

"Perfect timing!" I roared. He returned a pointing finger, and a happy smile, as the first base coach slapped his ass.

5-4, and two out. The next batter, Guerrero, flied out to center field, to end the top of the ninth.

Just three outs, I mumbled, as I took the field for third base. I yelled at my teammates taking the field...

"THREE OUTS! LET'S GET IT IN THREE!"

"DAMN, STRAIGHT!" returned Smalley, as he raced to left field.

It didn't take long.

Our best reliever. Daniel Ochoa.

Two strikeouts and... a 2-1 count on the third batter...

A high fly ball. In foul territory. Third base side.

A raced for it. Desperately trying to keep my eye on it, and run at full sprint. Gawd, I hope Smalley is coming in, too. I don't think I can get it. I quickly looked...

He was. Full sprint with his eyes in the air. His hat flew off, he was running so fast. He quickly looked at me... waving me off...

"I GOT IT! I GOT IT! IT'S MINE!"

I peeled off... desperate to slow down... to make a U-turn, so not to interfere with Smalley.

"OUT!"

I didn't see the catch. I had my back to the play. I turned and Smalley was prone... lying on the ground. Ball in his glove, showing the umpire.

I turned and my teammates were racing toward me, and Smalley, from the dugout.

We were going to the World Series.

I just stood there. Between third and left field in foul territory, as my teammates mobbed Smalley. He was so happy. Holding the ball high in the air for everyone to see. His teeth glowing from the stadium lights.

Then...

My brother stood directly in front of me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

I tried to speak... no words. Then... an irrational thought...

"I never dreamed this would happen last April."

"Fuckin' A, David! It sure as hell wouldn't hav'. Mariners, with the worst record this season?" He grabbed me around the shoulders with one arm. "And you're to thank for it, David. You're the one that kept us in the game for the last two months, and all of the playoffs. Clutch hits and RBIs when we needed them. You better fuckin' get the MVP, when it's announced next week. Come on... We're going to the fuckin' World Series!"

I celebrated with my teammates on the field. My heart was three times the normal size. My teammates thanking me for what I had done this season. Donald was right. I did come through on clutch situations. I got that hit and RBI when we needed it. But, I cannot get an RBI, without a teammate on base. The only exception... a solo home run. My teammates deserve the recognition, too.

"Damn," I mumbled, as everyone made for the dugout, and the locker room...

"The World Series."

Chapter 4

I was sweating all over the place.

Unusually hot in Kansas City in late October. Had to be at least 97ºF and 90% humidity. I wiped my brow and took one last swing in the batting cage. I left the cage, tossed my bat, and grabbed my glove. As I raced to third for fielding practice, I saw Helen...

On the field. Talking to Clint Stevens.

The two, occasionally looking in my direction. Neither looked worried, so... I'm good. Helen then left the field and climbed the steps to the concourse. Damn, she's sexy in her business attire. Especially her business skirt and high heels. She can work that sexy ass as she walks away. She paused, turned, and looked right at me. I could see her white teeth from across the field and into the concourse. I touched my hat, to her, and...

She shook her head, with a sassy smile, as she turned and disappeared.

After practice... in the locker room...

"Everyone! Stop for just a minute!" Clint Stevens yelled. He paused and looked around, until everyone became quiet. "We have an MVP in our midst! Congratulations, David Brantley! Most Valuable Player in the American League!"

"HELL YEAH!" Donald roared, beside me. "THAT'S MY BROTHER!"

Again, my heart was in my throat. Three times normal size. Clint Stevens, finally pushed himself past my teammates... taking my hand into his, with a firm handshake...

"No doubt," he began, in a loud voice. "It wasn't even close, David. It was unanimous. And, I've never managed a player that deserved it more."

"Thank you," I replied. I looked around to my teammates. "I couldn't have this, if not for everyone here. I certainly wouldn't have this, if I were still in Seattle. My recognition, is your recognition. We're a team!"

"GOD DAMN RIGHT!" came the roar from across the room.

Showered and dressed... I pushed open the door and stepped onto the concourse for the parking lot. I should've expected it...

Helen.

Smiling her gorgeous smile and looking sexy, even in a business suit.

My brother stepped past me and looked at her, too... "I know, I know," he snipped, sarcastically, as he held up his palms to her. "I go home. And David goes with you."

"You're a fast learner, Brantley," she chirped, in return. A wicked grin on her lips. Then, she waved at me to follow her. I heard Donald groan as he turned for the parking lot. From behind me, as I followed Helen...

"Lucky prick!"

"Is this gonna take long?" I asked, as I stepped in beside her.

"Oh, I don't know," she replied, with dripping sarcasm. "It's not every day, a Kansas City Royal is named League MVP, especially when no one else received votes. You tell me, Brantley. How long do you think it will take?" She looked at me with a sinister smile, as she continued to walk. "The same player wins the MVP with the playoff, the Championship series, and now, the League MVP. That's, oh... what? Three for three?" She stopped at the door to the press room. "I know, David. The same ol' questions, over and over. But..." she offered, in a lowered voice. "You've changed this team, and, you've changed this town. Kansas City loves you... and your brother. You're selling tickets, popcorn, sodas, beer, your jersey, with your name on it, and Mr. McKuen is very happy with the results. You've said it, David. I heard you, back in May. You would do anything to help the Royals win. And, you have. It's now time to receive the reward for your efforts. Humor Mr. McKuen, the reporters, and your fans, for a few minutes."

She reached for the door and I grabbed her wrist...

"OK," I began, in a subdued voice. Her dark eyes pierced my soul. Happy eyes. "But, you have to stand where I can see you, Sexy. You make my day, when I see you. I think you're hot, Helen, and so does everyone else."

She replied with a sexy smile, and I released her arm.

*****

In my truck.

In the parking lot.

I looked at the message on my phone. The one Helen sent, just now... after the press conference.

"Come over at 6, for dinner."

"Yes," I hissed, as I replied to her message. I'll just have to study the Phillies, that much harder, when I get home. The Phillies beat the Dodgers this afternoon. We're... Umm... The Royals... are going there. To start...

The World Series.

*****

I thought my eyes were going to leap from my head.

"Come in, Sexy," my girlfriend slurred.

Well, I did step into her home. Sliding past her and turning to face her, as she closed the door.

Helen... wearing a red, half-cup, lace bra and matching panty. Partially hidden with a sheer, white cover up. A deep V-slit in the sheer front, to below her breasts. Matching high heels.

"I'm gonna have a difficult time enjoying dinner, Lover."

"Lover," she slurred, as she stepped into my personal space, stood on her toes, grabbed the back of my neck, pressed her sexy body into mine, and slithered her tongue past my lips. A soft, passionate kiss as I pulled her firmly into my body. My dick aroused... Pressing uncomfortably, against my Cinch jeans. Helen ran her fingers across the front of my jeans...

"Is this for me?" she hissed, into my lips.

"You have that effect on me," I replied, as I kissed her hard.

"Mmm," she hummed, into my mouth. She rang my uvula with her tongue. And...

"That is so sexy."

My eyes popped open... the whisper from behind me. I looked to my lover. She was smiling widely. A sly smile.

I turned my head from Helen, and...

Millie.

"Holy fuck," I slurred.

"Holy fuck is right, Baby," Millie replied, in a sultry slur, as she, too, stepped into my personal space. Standing on her toes, snaking both hands along my chest and shoulders, to the back of my neck, and pulling me into a kiss. She slithered her tongue past my lips. Gentle. Soft. Passionate. Not the same as Helen, yet sexy. A good kisser.

"Surprised?" she slurred, into my lips.

"Very," I replied.

She broke our kiss and touched our noses... "Can you handle two 'pussy' cats, tonight?"

I swallow hard and turned my head to Helen.

"Millie has been begging me to let her lose on you, Lover. Seems she can't get you off her mind, since that time she watched us at your house. Well? Do you want us? I certainly don't mind, Baby. You see, Millie is a sexy woman, and I'm sure you won't be disappointed." I saw Helen toss a wink at Millie. A knowing wink.

I knew the two women were lovers. Helen mentioned it three days after I drove Millie home. And, Millie told me the next time she came over to screw Donald.

I swallowed hard... again. Millie had moved her hands from my neck, and was pawing my chest and neck, like a leopard looking for a meal. Hissing with each movement of her fingers. Millie... wearing a ripped, gray t-shirt. Two slashes across the upper chest of the shirt. Cropped to just below her breasts. I could see a tiny hint of underboob. Black, cotton thong panty. Juicy ass highlighted by the panty. No cover up. Her tits aren't that big, barely making an impression in the t-shirt. Too big for my mouth, I surmised, but... not by much. A slender woman. Upper arms, and long slender legs, with very little muscle tone. A perky ass, though. So slender, difficult to discern a waist and hips. Narrow and feminine torso. Tiny shoulders. The brown eyes and naturally curly, strawberry blonde, shoulder length hair are sexy and erotic. Bare-footed, five six... Easily.

"Donald?" I inquired, to Millie.

"Don't worry, Baby. I spoke with him an hour ago, and told him I want to take you as a lover. He knows I saw you and Helen, that last time. He's happy for you."

I looked to Helen... for confirmation. She nodded... "He did. I heard him, on the speaker of Millie's phone. Quote... 'Tell David, he won't be disappointed.' Unquote."

With that, Millie snaked her tongue past my lips, and removed a filling. I swallowed hard, returned her kiss, grabbed her around the back, pressed her into my chest, and slipped my fingers into her sexy, curly, shoulder length hair, from behind. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, and gently pulling her into my body. Growling in my throat... vibrating my primal state into her lips.

"Yes," she hissed, into my lips. With her hiss, my dick was at full attention.

*****

I pulled on my boot straps.

Stood, and looked toward the bed.

Two sexy women. Holding each other, in a spoon. Cuddling. A light blanket covering them to the neck. Both... sound asleep. Millie's lips on Helen's shoulder, as they slept.

"Damn," I whispered, as I left the bedroom. I looked at my watch...

10:07 PM.

I side stepped a cover up, in the hallway. Then, a panty.

Living room... I arched an eyebrow, as I side stepped a few drops of spilled wine on the carpet. Grabbed my shirt, and donned it. Stuffing the tail into my jeans.

Kitchen... A few bread crumbs next to the partially used fruit party tray. Found my keys and light jacket. Turned, and headed for the front door. But...

Helen entered the kitchen. Fully nude. Her breasts, erotically swaying on her chest. A small bite mark on the top of her left tit. Not mine.

Without a word...

She stepped right into my arms, stood on her toes, pulled my neck, and kissed me softly. Passionately. I pulled her firmly into my chest as I returned her kiss.

"I'm still leaking your cum," she slurred, into my lips. Helen released me, stepped back a step, bent at the waist, and swiped two fingers along the inside of her thigh. "Mmm," she hummed, as she sucked on her fingers. Back into my arms...

"You're a sexy man, Lover. You're the MVP, when it comes to satisfying two women. My God, David. You fuck like you play baseball. With a purpose." With that, she snaked her tongue down my throat, and plugged my larynx.

"Gotta go," I whispered, as I broke our kiss. I really wanted to stay and kiss some more.

"I know. I'll see you in Philadelphia."

"Thank you. For tonight, I mean. I came here, wanting you." I touched my nose to hers... for just a moment. "Can I say?... Umm... that, I still want you? Over Millie, I mean."

"Perfect," she slurred, as she kissed me again. "Millie was good, though? Right?"

"She was. Very good. It's just... I want you."

She answered me with a goodbye kiss.

I started my truck, pulled from the driveway, and headed home. To pack for Philadelphia. Leaving tomorrow morning.

On the drive home, it was hard to focus. It's not every day, for me at least, to leave my cum in two women, on the same night. I blinked a few times and... a memorable experience. I have to admit. This was the absolute best threesome experience I've ever had.

Worthy, to occupy my mind, on the plane to Philadelphia.

*****

I re-settled into my seat.

I looked out the window and saw the Missouri River, from about 15,000 feet. Lazy, serpentine waters flowing toward St. Louis.

There was subdued excitement on the plane. Philadelphia Phillies. The last team to be seeded in the playoffs, this year, with a mediocre won-loss record. Managing to pick off the Pirates, the Cubs, and the Dodgers, for the right to play the Royals.

For this year, the playoff teams, the best won-loss record... the Royals, versus the worst won-loss record... the Phillies, in the World Series.

My heart was swollen with pride, for this opportunity. Only a handful of players, in comparison to all major league players, ever get a chance to appear in a World Series game. It would be the first opportunity for me, and Donald. And... Perhaps the last opportunity.

I kept telling my teammates, the Phillies were a sleeping giant. To never take them for granted, just because their won-loss record wasn't that good. I pointed to their last month of the regular season. They lost only three games. Their pitchers, for some reason, found their groove, and they weren't the same, as they were, the first five and half months of the season. Many of my teammates agreed with me. I felt better about our chances to win the World Series. The attitude of my teammates was fantastic.

"Gonna try for some sleep," I groaned, to my brother, sitting beside me.

"Don't blame ya." He leaned across the seat and whispered into my ear. "Millie called. Told me you were fantastic. I told her I wasn't surprised. She asked if she could have us both as lover's. I agreed, but she would have to talk to you about it, because..." He looked me in the eye and tried to read my mind. "There may be a little problem called... 'Helen.'"

I grunted out a reply, in my throat, pushed my seat back, and closed my eyes. Then...

Dreamland...

About two sexy women.

I watched the two women sipping wine and eyeing me like I was a ribeye steak. Medium rare. I literally... saw their mouths watering.

I had tossed down a few cheese cubes, some grapes, and three melon balls. A half a bottle of water. Millie set her wine glass down, slithered into my personal space at the kitchen bar, ran her fingers through my hair and... her slur... just millimeters from my right ear...

"I really want you to fuck me, like you did Helen that night. You really fucked her good." Millie's, slightly pouty, and thin lips were sexy. Erotic.

"OK." I quickly looked to Helen. She had a glass of wine to her lips, and... her head back, as she gulped the last drops. I heard her smack her lips, as she set the glass on the kitchen countertop. She took four steps toward Millie, and hugged her from behind. Cooing softly into her back. I saw Helen snake her fingers past the front waist band of Millie's panty. Wiggling her fingers, beneath it. In just seconds...

"Mmm," Millie moaned, as she slitted her eyes. Leaning into my shoulder. "Fuck," she slurred, into my neck. Millie took my chin, pulled on it, and kissed me. Wheezing into my lips... "I want you, David. I really, really want you, right now."

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed my hand, forced me to stand, turned on Helen, and snaked her tongue down Helen's throat. Helen gobbled it down. Slurping on it. Smacking on it. Helen's hand snaked around the back of Millie's neck. Pulling her into a hard kiss. Seconds later...

I found myself in the living room. Millie unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it from my shoulders and arms, and tossing it to the floor. She ran her fingers along my upper chest... through the hair... hissing, as she kissed my nipples. My upper chest. My throat.

My left hand on her perky ass. Pulling her into my body. Then... she kissed me. Our tongues in a gentle dual. I broke our kiss, bent at the waist, and peeled her panty from her hips and legs. Tossing it to the side.

I took my new lover into my arms, kissing her. Her arms around my neck and shoulders. Standing on her toes. I slipped my right hand down her soft, flat tummy. Raked my fingers through her well-groomed pussy fur, and tapped her little clit. Gently rubbing it.

"Yes," she hissed, into my mouth.

I placed a finger at her drooling entrance. Pressing gently at the opening. She stiffened in my arms and exhaled into my mouth.

"Put it in," she whispered.

I pushed. More resistance than I expected, considering she was oozing her pussy juice. A moment later, I had my middle finger fully inside her. It was tight. She buckled at her knees, and waist. Holding tight to my neck, as she laid her head on my chest.

"Holy fuck," she wheezed, into my chest. "Put two inside me."

I withdrew my finger, then added my ring finger to the middle one. Pushing upward.

"OhMyGod," she squealed. "It feels like a baseball bat inside me." Her last two words, a whimper.

I pumped my fingers inside her pussy for a good ten seconds. Slow. Raking the pads of my fingertips against the front of her pussy. The more I pumped, the less she was able to stand on her own. Hanging onto my neck, and whining out her pleasures. Pressing her legs together, buckling at her knees, and waist, making it difficult to fuck her with my fingers.

It didn't take long. Mere seconds. Millie pushed away from me with a moan. Standing just two feet away. She grabbed Helen by the neck and kissed her...

"Let's take this to your room," Millie gasped, into Helen's mouth. "His fingers are freakin' huge."

Millie grabbed my hand, leading the way toward Helen's bedroom... pausing to gulp the remainder of her wine. Letting it drool down her neck and chest. Dripping onto the carpet. Helen took my arm and walked along side me.

Helen's whisper... "Her pussy is tight, isn't it?"

"It is."

"You're gonna need JoJo, when you fuck her. You may be too thick for her."

"No he won't," came the response, from in front of me. Millie, still pulling on my hand, turned her head and scowled at Helen. "With the JoJo, I'm gonna take all of him. Just like his brother's thick cock."

As we entered the bedroom, Millie released my hand, and raked her ripped shirt over her head. Turning to me...

Tiny titties. Definitely some tits there, but small. I don't think I can get my mouth over her entire tit, but I'm gonna give it a try. Sexy pink nipples. Highlighted by a light pink color around her neck and upper chest. Her cheeks, too. She's definitely horny.

I turned to see Helen entering the bedroom, having shed her coverup, bra, and panty. I grabbed Helen by the hand and spun her in front of me. Her back to my front. Palming her breasts in my hands. I hissed in my throat at the feel of her breast flesh in my hands. The gentle weight and softness. Kissing her sexy shoulders. Millie moved in and began kissing Helen. The two women moaning into each other's mouth. I could tell Millie was moving in to finger Helen, and it wasn't long before...

"Holy fuck," Helen wheezed, into her lover's mouth, as I heard her pussy making soft, sloppy slurps, from Millie fucking her slowly, with her slender fingers. Helen buckled at the knees... Helen's moans and syllables muted while Millie kissed her lips. I squeezed Helen's nipples... Helen had her fingers on my fingers, assisting me with just the right pressure on her little nubs. For me... its erotic... for Helen to pleasure her nipples, by using my fingers, to do so. My dick was at full attention inside my jeans. It was only moments later...

Millie stepped away from Helen, and me, and pointed a finger...

"Get out of those clothes," she commanded. "I need that dick inside me." She immediately turned for the bed. Her perky little ass wiggling an erotic "hello" to my eyes. I gave Helen a final nipple squeeze... she squeaked.

As I sat and removed my boots, I watched those two sexy kittens making out in Helen's bed. Soon, Helen was between Millie's legs. Gently making out on Millie's pussy. Millie had a fist full of Helen's black hair, pulled to the side, as she rested on an elbow, to watch Helen suck on her little clit. Millie's head lolling back to her shoulders, on occasion. Slitted eyes of pleasure. Soft whimpers, and moans, from her lips, as Helen was having an effect on her.

I stood, fully nude. My dick at full attention. Wagging in sync with my heartbeat. Heavy with blood, my dick doesn't stand perfectly straight up, like a tree. Fully erect, the tip of my dick, is about three inches from my belly. My dick leans forward a bit, when aroused. I fisted my member and pumped it, as I made for the drawer beside Helen's bed. A bottle of JoJo, I slathered the cold liquid across my dick. Looking down on the slender body of Millie, as I smeared the JoJo from tip to base.

In a way, Millie's lack of tittie flesh, and her ribs showing between her tits and her neck, was an erotic sight. Very narrow and feminine shoulders. Bony. Barely any muscle tone in her long arms and legs. Barely any hips... a nearly straight figure from her neck to her legs. A flat tummy, though. Versus Helen...

More fleshy than Millie. In my mind, as a woman should be. Soft. Supple. Feminine. Not too fleshy though. More like. In proportion to her height. Her tits, standing proudly on her chest. Again, the perfect size for her body height and size. Definitely some hips and narrow waist. Some men would call it... breeding hips. A small hint of a tummy bulge when she stands. Erotic for me. I love running my fingers along her tummy. She's all woman. And, you know a woman is in your arms, when it comes to Helen. I could hold her all day... drinking in the warmth of her femininity.

"Helen said I can go first," Millie slurred, as she stared at my dick.

"She can," Helen added, as she left Millie's pussy, licked her lips, and rolled out of bed. Taking me into her arms. Her whisper, just millimeters from my lips... "You save the best for me, Lover. If she cums three times, I'm gonna want four."

She kissed me. Passionately. With her full lips. Sexy lips. I stare at her lips, at times. Our tongues in a gentle duel. My hands on her back, and perky ass. I could smell Millie on my lover's lips and nose. The aroma, entering my nose, exciting my olfactory nerve, and causing my primal brain to dump an overdose of testosterone into my body. I growled like a leopard, into my lover's lips.

Helen released me, and stepped back. Eyeing me. Without taking her sexy eyes from mine... Damn. Her eyes are so dark and sexy. A sly smile on the corners of her lips...

"He's ready, Millie. I hope he doesn't hurt you." She spun on a toe and left the bedroom. I growled again, as I watched her sexy ass wiggle, "goodbye."

"Hurt me?" came a whimper, from behind me.

I turned and faced my slender lover... "If I do, the code word is 'Red.' That means, to stop."

"Donald has never hurt me. Have you hurt anyone?"

"A couple of times. But, I stopped when they asked. Some women can't take me. Some don't like me fucking them so hard."

"Is that all?" she hissed, with a tone of arrogance. I saw her eyes turn into a sultry vixen. Her thick, golden, and curly hair, gently moving on her head. "I'm expecting you to fuck me hard."

I stepped forward and knee walked onto the bed. She quickly parted her legs and pointed to where she wanted me. I took a brief moment to look down on my very, fragile-looking lover. My dick hovering above her well-groomed pussy...

"Anyway," I began, as I took my dick in hand. I tapped her pussy, a few times, with my dick. "The word, to stop is, 'Red.'"

She arched her back, grabbed my neck, drilled her brown eyes into mine, grabbed my cock, pointed it to her pussy, and... She thrust her hips at me. My dick impaled her pussy...

"Not gonna happen," she wheezed, as her eyes rolled back into her head. She placed her other hand around my neck. Hanging onto me, like a monkey from a tree. "Fuck me!"

It took a moment. Her pussy was the tightest pussy I've ever experienced. Primal signals consumed my body, as her pussy muscles, literally, began sucking on my dick. With great determination... my hands on the mattress... Millie hanging from my neck... Her legs resting on my waist... I lifted my hips and then thrust forward...

"OhMyGod," she whimpered, as she gripped my neck ever harder. Pulling her nose with millimeters of mine. Wheezing her breaths into my face. I applied three... no, four more thrusts, and she released my neck, and fell back onto the mattress. I placed my hands on the mattress beside her. As I continued to fuck Millie with a moderate, rhythmic pace, she began mumbling words I didn't understand. Her eyes, moving from the back of her skull, to my eyes. She began twinkling her clit, with her fingers, and...

Her eyes disappeared behind clinched eyelids... "Your freakin' large cock is so thick." Her words left her lips in a strangled wheeze. Three more thrusts, and no more than a minute inside my lover, she...

"I'mCummingI'mCumming!... OhMyGod, Holy Fuck!"

Millie inhaled all of the oxygen from the room.

She quivered beneath me. Her eyes still tightly closed. Her pussy convulsing on my dick, I had to will myself from cumming inside her. Her little titties quivering violently on her chest, as I thrust a little faster, into her silky folds... attempting to overcome her muscular pelvic muscles. Just moments later, she snapped out of her orgasm, and focused on my face. Strained agony in her expression. Both her hands slipped along her tummy and palmed her pussy. Holding my dick, she let me slide between her fingers.

It a strangled whisper... "I can't stop cumming." Her eyes rolled back... more strangled, drawn out words... "I don't want it to stop." Her eyes rolled back again... "You're making me cum, too hard... again."

Violently, Millie slapped the mattress with her hands, and clinched the sheets into her fists. Her body was in paralysis. Her long legs quivering against the sides of my waist. Her tiny titties were doing a number on my primal brain. Quivering in tiny circles on her chest.

I never stopped fuckin' her. I knew, soon... I would be cumming. Her pussy was just too damn tight. I continued fuckin' her. Moderate pace. I saw her eyes open and she took a deep, audible breath. Then her eyes disappeared behind eyelids. Still in paralysis. Still clinching sheets. Slapping at the mattress. Still strangling a growl in her throat. A loud screech in her throat.

I couldn't have been screwing her for more than four minutes. At least three, maybe four orgasms from my lover, and I needed my release. Her pussy was just too fuckin' tight.

Still in her orgasm, I withdrew, flipped Millie over, onto her tummy like a rag doll, pushed her right leg forward, straddled her left leg, put my dick back into her pussy, fisted the mattress beside her, and fucked her.

For my own release.

It only took seconds, and I was fucking her hard. My attempt to pound the back of her pussy with my dick. My pubis spanking her ass with each forward thrust. Arcing my waist and hips, then thrust forward.

She responded immediately. Clinching the sheets with her arms folded into, and under her chest. Screaming her lungs out into the mattress. With each thrust, I pushed her slender body forward... causing me to knee walk forward, to maintain my contact, and apply my next thrust. She placed her hands on the headboard, to resist me pounding her body into an immovable object.

I definitely can see why my brother likes this woman. She's frail-like. Petite. And can take a hard fuckin'.

The whole time. All five minutes, of screwing Millie, I was huffing. Growling. Breathing air forcefully. Resisting the need to cum. A monumental effort for me. My muscles beginning to ache from the thrusting. I felt a twitch in my balls, and...

"Oh, Fuck!" I roared. I thrust three more times, with a growl from my lips. "Oh, Fuck!"

I placed a hand on Millie's left shoulder blade, and another on her hip. Forcing my weight into my hands. Thrusting as hard as I could, the uncontrollable tendrils in my pelvis, overcoming my primal brain.

"I'm gonna cum in your tight pussy!" I screamed. I felt an echo from the walls. "Holy Fuck!"

I lost all sensory contact with the planet Earth. Maybe the solar system, too.

My last, partially, rational thought...

Millie, crying out her orgasm between clinched teeth. Her back muscles flexed because her fingers were digging into the sheets.

The orgasmic nirvana...

Seemed like hours, but only seconds. My pelvic muscles squeezing. My ass, squeezing. My legs, stiff. My back, cramping. My breath, held. My cum, launching from my tiny slit. My primal brain lost all control.

I couldn't remember a thing for those few seconds. I found myself lying on Millie. Heaving for any available air to refresh my lungs. My hips, butt, and pelvic muscles still flexing to void my balls of any residual cum. My toes curled into knots. My calf muscles... paralyzed.

Still attempting to oxygenate my brain, Millie... in desperate breathing... barely audible...

"I came close, David."

She heaved for more air, and stole it from me.

"A few more seconds, and I would've called, 'Red.'" A moment later... "That would've been a first, for me." Another moment later... "To tap out." Another, fractional moment... "Can you get off me? I can't breathe."

I wailed like a seriously wounded animal, as I rolled to the side, onto my back, and my dick slurped out of Millie's pussy. She snuggled into my shoulder, and began kissing my neck. Where Millie got the energy, I don't know. I certainly didn't have any.

Millie kissing... My chest. My hairy nipples. My cheeks. My lips. My ears. Cooing from her throat. Her slender body against mine. Her hand caressing my face and hair, as her sexy eyes roamed my face. My arm around her, I grabbed a fist full of her beautiful curly hair. Gently turning her face to mine.

"You were amazing," I managed to offer, in a civilized tongue.

"Thank you. Did you feel me cumming on your freakin' large cock?"

"I did. I lost count."

"Five. Five times, I came." She seemed proud of herself. She kissed my lips. With my hand in her hair, I pushed her lips into mine. Forcing my tongue down her throat. Her whisper...

"Did you cum deep inside me?"

"Deep in there," I croaked.

"Mmm," she cooed, into my chest. Her fingers, grooming my chest hair. "We can be lovers, if you like, David. Just ask. I really came hard with you. It was amazing. At the end there, you were hitting my ovary and it hurt."

Before I could say anything...

From beside the bed, out of my view...

"I'll expect the same, in 30 minutes."

That was when Millie left my lips and then sucked our mutual cum from my dick. Rolling my balls in the palm of her hand. Then...

"I love uncircumcised cock."

Thirty minutes later...

Millie was fellating my dick. My legs across her shoulders, on my left side. Millie, on her right side.

I was sucking Helen's little clit. Her legs across my shoulders, on her right side.

I was mini-fuckin' Millie's mouth with her very effective cock sucking technique. Helen was cooing. Moaning. Whimpering. As I sucked. Raked. And wiggled her little clit with my lips and tongue. Gentle nibbling. Her pussy juice oozing from her swollen slit. Her aroma driving me insane.

Five minutes, or so, of oral sex, Helen pushed me away, with her lungs heaving. Her breasts heaving, too. I couldn't... I couldn't take my eyes from her sexy tits.

Helen sat on the bed, tugging at my arm. Her happy smile. Making me happy.

"I know you want them. Come and suck my girls."

"Yes," I hissed. I righted myself, wiggled out of Millie's clutches, lay on my right side in front of Helen, rested my weight on my right elbow, and she scissored me with her legs. Putting her left tittie right at my lips. She took her left hand, to help her balance, on the mattress, and her right hand around my neck. Pulling my lips into her luscious...

Tittie.

I was in tittie heaven.

I slurped and sucked on her stiff little nub. Raking the erotic flesh against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I had Helen moaning and cooing in seconds.

"Put your fingers inside of me, now," she whispered. "I want your fingers inside me, Baby."

I stopped slurping her tittie, grabbed the JoJo, and drizzled it onto my fingers. I placed my middle finger at Helen's pussy entrance, and she stiffen... In anticipation. Grabbing my hair on the back of my head. She inhaled a breath and held it. Looking me right into the eye. I pushed gently, and her pussy swallowed my middle finger, with a gulp.

"Jesus," she wheezed, as she pushed my face into breast. "Fuckin' huge."

I wiggled my finger, in a "come here," motion. Rubbing the front of her pussy with the pad of my fingertip. Several times. My intent to... get her to cum on my finger.

By now, Helen had her tongue down my throat. Gagging in desperate breaths while I picked up the pace of my finger wiggling inside her pussy. A few seconds later... Helen's mumbled words into my lips... Her hand on the back of neck..

"I'm gonna cum on your..." Her eyes opened wide. As though in surprise. Then, her body lurched as though she would throw up. "I can't believe... Holy Fuck..."

Helen howled a loud howl into my chest. I could feel the orgasm in her pussy with my finger. Sucking on my finger. Her orgasm... just a few seconds.

She pushed me away, and wiggled herself onto her knees. I fell onto my back. She grabbed the JoJo, and dripped the thick liquid onto my throbbing dick. Some on her fingers, she lubed up her pussy entrance. She mounted me like a horse. Grabbed my dick, and pointed it toward her pussy. In a smooth, fluid motion, she impaled herself with...

"OhMyGodOhMyGod... I'm gonna cum again!" A screech. A crescendo. A screeching crescendo. Vibrating the walls with the echo. As she screeched her announcement, she fell forward into my shoulder and neck. Howling out, at least three... "Ah." Her luscious tits pressed against my chest. I love the sensation.

I slapped her perky ass with my left hand for cumming hard on me. She responded with...

"Oh, fuck." A squeak, really.

I grabbed her around the back, and began to slowly fuck Helen from below. I felt Millie grab my balls and gently pull on them. My dick felt like it doubled in size, at the sensation.

For about 30 seconds, as I fucked Helen from below, she squeaked, from her throat, "Oh," into my neck. With each, "Oh," she became louder with the next one. On her final "Oh," she rose from my chest, placed her nose near mine, grabbed her hair to the side, and...

She screeched, in rapid succession... "I'mCummingI'mCumming... I'M GONNA CUM RIGHT NOW!"

Helen screamed into the pillow beside my head. Piercing my eardrum. I slapped her ass with both hands... simultaneously. It had no effect on her screaming.

I rolled her over, onto her back, rose to my knees, parted her legs, placed my dick at her pussy, and... Simultaneously, pushed forward with my dick, grabbed her legs, pushing forward, and placed my huge hands on the back of her thighs. Placing most of my upper weight on her thighs. I had Helen nearly folded in half. Her feet dangling in the air as her thighs were pinned to the mattress.

Beginning slow, I thrust to a moderate, rhythmic pace... "I'm gonna cum inside you're sweet pussy," I half growled, and wheezed. A response from behind me...

"Do it," Millie growled. "Fuck her good."

I received two responses from Helen. Her eyes rolled back and remained there. And... her perfect titties wobbled on her chest with my thrusts. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. It was hypnotizing. Erotic. I wanted to lick them, but my dick rebelled, with a fast, hard fucking. Her pussy was undulating the length of my member and I wasn't gonna last much longer. In fact, it was only seconds... my last rational thought...

Seeing Helen wheeze out her orgasm from her throat. Paralyzed with her fists squeezing her titties. Pushing them toward her throat.

The end of my dick ached, with pain, from the second cum ejection of the night. My eyes ached from rolling back into my head. The muscles in the bottom of my pelvis cramped. My lower back and ass muscles pulsated, endlessly to squirt cum into my lover. I tried to shove my cock to the very end of Helen's pussy. I strained to access oxygen for my lungs. I know I made disgusting noises as my balls emptied of their contents, but I heard none of that.

All because...

Helen is a sexy woman.

What man wouldn't want to screw Helen? She's hot, even when she doesn't try to be hot.

As rational thoughts returned to my senses, Millie laid over Helen and the two hot chicks began making out. Helen's arms naturally wrapped around Millie's neck during their kiss. My dick still inside Helen. Seconds later, Millie righted herself, to her knees, threw her arms around my neck, and damn near choked me with her tongue down my throat. My dick still inside Helen.

"What a fuck."

I felt an elbow in my ribs.

I blinked. Twice. I swallowed hard. Trying to regain my senses.

"Hey, Brother. OK, but I think everyone, two rows forward, and behind us, just heard you say that."

I turned in stunned amazement to Donald. Looking at me like... "You just got caught saying something you shouldn't have said." With a smartass grin on his lips.

"Damn," I whispered. "What did I just say?"

My brother cocked a smart ass grin from the corner of his mouth, and slitted his eyes at me...

"You said, 'You had a good time, last night.'"

My brother laughed a little too hard.

*****

I turned to the window, as the flight stewards announced the plane was 45 minutes from Philadelphia.

Fluffy, almost sinister, clouds in the distance. I saw tomorrow's forecast for Philadelphia... 20% chance for rain. 42ºF at game time. 36ºF, four hours later. Descent for late October. It could be snowing.

My thoughts were out of control. For last night...

I was on my back, kissing Helen's luscious lips. She, had her left leg across my belly, and her pussy nudging my waist. Her sexy tits pressed into my shoulder, side, and chest, as her left hand caressed the hair above my ear. Cooing into my lips, her satisfaction.

My left hand resting gently on her perky ass. My right hand caressing her cheek and neck, as the two of us gently duel with our tongues and lips.

Millie... On her right side. On my right side. Softly. Slowing. Fucking my semi-aroused dick with her mouth. Slurping the sides of my dick. Swallowing my balls, and rolling them around in her mouth. Making slow love to my dick, is how it felt. Her legs parted widely, toward me. My middle finger inside her pussy. Slowing moving my thick invader against the front of her silky and tight folds.

As I kissed Helen, my eyes would roll back, at the sensation of slow, wet lips on my cock. Humming her approval on my dick, as I wiggled my finger inside her. Barely any suction from her lips. It felt really good. Erotic.

"I love your cock," I heard Millie whisper. My kiss with Helen, still in progress. "I've never been with an uncircumcised dick. I love how the foreskin moves back and forth when I move it."

It was then, I felt Millie place the tip of her tongue at my tiny slit. Attempting to enter it. She pulled on the flesh of my dick to open my tiny slit, wider. Her lips near the entrance of my slit, and sucking hard with her mouth. A new sensation, and I moaned into Helen's mouth.

Then, I felt something different.

"Ugm," I croaked, as I broke my kiss with Helen. I looked down and Millie was smiling at me. A sinister smile. Gently wiggling her fingernail at the entrance of my tiny slit.

"Feel good?"

I swallowed hard... "A little. Hurts a tiny bit, but it's... good, I guess."

I feared she would stab her fingernail into my tiny slit, and sever my dick from my pubis. But, she didn't. She slurped on my dick, a few seconds more. My dick responded. Then...

"Will you suck my nipples, like you did Helen? That was really hot."

Helen broke our kiss and smiled at me... "I'm going suck your dick while you do it."

I said earlier, I was gonna try to get Millie's tittie into my mouth. All of it. It took a few seconds, and some instruction for Millie. She scissored me with her legs, while I lay on my left side. Her little tittie at my lips. The left one. Her right hand on the mattress for support, and her left hand on the back of my head. Guiding me, and bringing pressure into her diminutive breast.

Her nipple. Pink. I nibbled it. I raked it with my tongue. I squeezed it with my lips. I pulled suction on the little nub, as I pressed it against my front teeth with my tongue.

"Put a finger inside me," she slurred. Pulling my lips into her breast a little more firmly.

I felt Helen take my right hand and apply JoJo to my fingers. I was actually busy. Enjoying the tiny flesh on Millie's chest. I slipped my finger into her little, tight hole and...

"Yes," she hissed, loudly, as she smashed my nose into her tiny breast. Now was the time to make an attempt to swallow Millie's tittie.

As I slowly wiggled my finger in Millie's pussy, I moved my head, back and forth, up and down... to gain greater mouth access to all of Millie's tittie. A few seconds later...

I did it.

I managed to suck all of Millie's tittie into my mouth. I pulled suction on the soft flesh. Pressing my nose and mouth into her chest. Millie's hands... both now on the back of my head and neck. Humming her pleasures as my finger raked the inside front of her pussy.

"It feels so fuckin' good," Millie whispered, into my hair.

I felt Helen begin to suck my dick. I opened my legs wide to give her access. This went on for about two minutes. Then... Millie's pussy went berserk. Pulsating around my finger flesh.

"Holy fuck," she slurred, as she pulled on my head into her chest. A soft, whiney, crescendo... "I'm gonna cum, David. Your finger is absolutely hu..." She gagged on her last word and howled her orgasm across the top of my head. Her orgasm didn't last very long.

She pushed me away. I rolled off the bed. Millie pushed Helen onto her back and began making out with her. The two women kissing passionately as I watched them gently duel with their lips and tongues. For only a few moments...

"I'm exhausted," Millie whispered, into Helen's lips. "I want to cuddle with you."

In just a few seconds, those two were cuddled up into a spoon... Helen in Millie's arms. A blanket across their shoulders. That's when I turned to dress and leave.

I had a World Series on my schedule.

Chapter 5

I was a little surprised.

For the first time, since I joined the Royals, I was batting ahead of Donald in the order.

I was even more surprised, as the entire batting order had been juggled around, from a somewhat routine line up during the regular season, and the two playoff series.

I was batting third in the order. Donald... seventh.

The first game of the World Series. In Philadelphia. Top of the 1st.

I watched as both Mecklenburg and Porter grounded out to the shortstop and second baseman. This wasn't the Phillies best pitcher. I expected Hartman, their best pitcher, to pitch tomorrow night.

Hugo de Armas. The Phillies starter, got the first two batters on fastballs. He has a nasty curve and slider, though.

I stepped to the plate on the left side. Checked the fielding positions. Checked the third base coach... swing away.

Lefty versus lefty. I was watching for that curve and slider... the pitch...

"STRIKE one."

OK. He got me on that fastball, high and outside. I took the pitch.

The pitch...

"Ball."

His slider got away from him, into the dirt.

The pitch...

Oh fuck.

Too good to be true. As the ball neared, it still was too good to be true. His nasty curve was now bad, too. I knew exactly where...

CRACK!!!

I dropped my bat and ran to first. But, I knew it was leaving the field. Halfway to first, I watched the ball clear the fence in right center, and land among a sea of Phillies fans, dressed in red.

Of course I received the "boos," and "fuck you, Brantley," from the stands, as I rounded the bases. I even saw a few middle fingers from behind the third base dugout. As I dropped into the dugout, my brother greeted me first...

"Great start to the World Series. What was the pitch?" He shook my hand and slapped me on the ass.

"A crappy curve," I reported, as my teammates mobbed me.

*****

Hugo de Armas... after he gave up that homerun, was nothing less than perfect.

Strikeouts. Groundouts. Flyouts.

Until...

The top of the ninth. 2-1, Phillies.

I was surprised, they kept de Armas in for the ninth.

I tapped a single over the second baseman's head to start the inning.

Cervantes moved me to second on a short grounder to third. Sacrifice, one out.

Blakely spanked a shot to left field for the second out.

Mitchum singled to left. Moving me to third.

Tying run on third. Winning run on first. Two outs. Donald... next up to bat.

"TIME!"

I relaxed at third as I watched the Phillies' pitching coach enter the field from the first base dugout and signal to the bullpen for a right handed pitcher. I knew who was going to come in...

Ivan Martinez. Nothing but fastballs. Their "one out," right handed specialist. They were gonna go after Donald to strike him out, or get him to ground out, or fly out. Earlier, Donald did just that. Two fly outs and one ground out.

After the warm up pitches, I watched Donald leave the on-deck circle, and head for the left side of the plate. He never looked at me. He had his eyes on Martinez. A neutral, all business, glare I had seen before.

I looked to Martinez and took a conservative lead-off third, as he made to pitch from the stretch. For some reason, for which I can't fathom, everything went into slow motion...

My brain doing its thing... two outs... run on contact... don't look back. A very close eye on Martinez, I watched the pitch...

Fastball. At least 98 miles per hour. It was heat. In slow motion...

I watched my brother's eyes hyper-focus on the pitch, his posture change, and his bat begin to move. My brain... "YES!"

CRACK!

For just a microsecond, my body froze. I watched the ball leave my brother's bat like a lightning bolt. No more than inches from the ground, the ball skipped just over the first base bag. I began to run home, and I looked to the first base umpire. Signaling...

FAIR!

"Damn!" I roared, as I trotted the base path and continued to watch the ball. Donald was reaching first, and looking to far right foul territory as he made for second. It continued into foul territory and bounced around in the corner like a rubber ball. The right fielder racing to retrieve it. I stepped on home plate, stepped away, and continued to watch the action. My brother racing to second. Mitchum rounding third to score.

Fuck... it's gonna be close.

I stepped back some more. I looked to my right and saw the right fielder launch the ball. To home!

I looked to Mitchum. My heart leapt into my throat and choked me. He's gonna make it. The most beautiful of sights, when Mitchum beat the throw, easily, with a slide into home plate.

I looked to second base.

My brother. Standing proudly on the base, as he removed his batting gloves... and smiling, like a well-fed dog. I pointed to him... with both my index fingers...

"YOU'RE AWESOME!" I roared.

He returned a cocky smile and a finger in my direction. Then, his finger to the third base dugout, full of our teammates. Teammates besides themselves in joy.

The score...

3-2, Royals.

The inning didn't last long. Boone struck out to end the top of the ninth.

*****

The bottom of the ninth didn't last long.

A strikeout to begin the inning, followed by two fly outs to center field.

We were happy.

But, the Phillies fans weren't.

I never heard so many... Boos. And never saw so many middle fingers as we left the field. A pretty, and blond, field reporter stiff armed me as I crossed the third base line... A microphone between us, and a camerawoman standing beside her...

"David Brantley! Lisa Stark, FOX Sports. I want a few words with you, and your brother." Just then, my brother arrived. Stark stiff armed him, too. "Donald... Donald... Lisa Stark with FOX Sports." She stepped in close to him with the mic. The camerawoman focusing in on my brother. "The winning RBIs tonight, Donald. Against the ace closer for the Phillies. Tell us about it."

As my brother answered, I saw he was checking out Lisa Stark and her tight sweater. Nice tits. I also saw Helen Bergeron escorting Clint Stevens and Paul Mitchum from the dugout, to where we were standing. Damn she's sexy in her business attire.

Turtle neck, off-white sweater, with a Royal blue blazer, knit gloves for the cold, and wide leg Royal blue, high-waist slacks. Royal blue, low heels for the grass field conditions. Cute little ear muffs... Bright white. Sexy. She smiled to me as she neared, with Stevens walking beside her, and Mitchum beside Stevens.

I couldn't help but smile and wink at her. Then, I saw Stevens give me a look, and then he looked a Helen. She just smiled her sexy smile she gives everyone on the team. I heard Stevens grunt.

*****

My head hit the pillow and I was out cold.

Earlier... Donald and I, had a late dinner, at the hotel, with our parents, sisters, and their families. The dinner was brief. Another game tomorrow. Our brother, still in school at Tech, called to congratulate us. Watching the game with his teammates in Lubbock.

I kissed my mother and sisters good night, turned, and headed toward the elevators.

I took one step and stopped. I furled my brows.

Donald was heading right for a young woman, wearing a Phillies jersey, in the hotel lobby. Both the woman, and my brother, were offering a middle finger to each other.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, as I began walking toward the two obscene gestures. I had no idea what was about to happen. As I drew near...

"Is this the local sign language for 'hello'?" my brother began, with a laugh. He put his finger down, and she did, too.

"Thanks for kicking our ass," she replied, with a smile.

"I wouldn't say it was an ass kicking," my brother smiled, as he put his hands on his hips. "Philadelphia has a good, kick ass team. My name is Donald Brantley. What's your name? Are you here with your family?"

"Cynthia," she replied. "I know who you are. Couldn't help to know, considering you drove in the winning run, tonight. My husband is over there talking to his parents."

"Hey," Donald replied. "Get him over here. I want to say, 'hello,' with the new sign language I learned." The two both laughed. "Hey. No offense, Cynthia. But, I have a baseball upstairs. I can sign it for you and take some photos, if you like. Perhaps we can practice the local sign language." He gut laughed. Cynthia giggled.

"OK," she sighed, with a smile. She looked at me. "Your brother, too?"

"Sure," I interrupted. I turned for the elevators... "I'll get the balls and be right back."

After photos, and two baseballs signed by each of us, we shook hands with the Martindale's of Trenton, New Jersey. Freakishly avid Philadelphia sports fans. They were staying at the hotel, too.

Donald and I turned for the elevators, but I froze in my tracks.

Happily.

David continued toward the elevators and, from over his shoulder... "Lucky prick."

Helen.

Looking as sexy as ever. Still wearing her cute ear muffs. Smiling a sexy smile to me, from across the lobby of the hotel. I made to step toward her, and...

She held up her hand to stop me. Reached into her purse, and withdrew her phone. She wiggled it at me. Smiling. I nodded, reached into my pocket for my phone, and unlocked it. A message waiting on the Signal app...

"Hello, sexy." I smiled, and replied.

"Hello yourself, Gorgeous. Why the standoff in the lobby?"

She smiled at me after seeing the message.

"No fraternization. But, I did want to see you."

"It's always great to see you, Helen. A great way to end the day."

"You said you weren't romantic. You're doing well, considering it's 1:30 in the morning."

I smiled to her after reading the message. With a tilt of my head, I asked her to join me. To sit in the lobby chairs. Separately. About 20 feet apart from one another, she on my right and across from me...

"I've missed you these past few days." I've missed her, too. I replied...

"I would love, nothing better, than to have you in my arms."

She looked at me after reading my message. A somber take on her face. Then... she began typing on her phone.

"I'm giving serious consideration, David. To resign after the Series. I have a couple of job leads in Kansas City."

I arched my eyebrows and looked to Helen. She smiled her sexy smile.

To hell with the messages!

I stood and made for Helen. She briefly panicked... looking around to see if anyone was noticing us. I sat next to her, and she immediately stiffen in her seat.

"Relax," I offered, with a smile. "Resign? Really? For us, I hope."

"Yes," she whispered. She did relax a bit. Her sexy eyes were killing my resolve. "I'm glad you said it first, David, because... I didn't really know how you felt about me."

I could sense Helen was still tense. I tried to break the tension... in my usual dorky way.

"I feel. Like, you and I, will get married the day after the Series is over, and live happily ever after. How's that for my feelings?" I chuckled. She giggled. Still a little tense.

"Seriously, Helen. I think you're a wonderful woman. Smart, pretty, no crap from egocentric baseball players." She laughed. "I'm interested, Helen. I want to date you. Get to know you better. I can't promise it will go beyond dating, because you may well find out, you don't like egocentric baseball players." She laughed again. "I can promise this. I like you. Very much. And... I want to know you. I want to hold your hand. Kiss you in public. And, perhaps.... take you to Texas to live with me." I chuckled.

"Really?" she whispered. "You're really interested in dating me? Because, I'm giving up a dream job. For you."

I nodded and smiled... "I will do my very best, Helen. To be that man where you haven't a regret in leaving the Royals."

She paused before she replied. She gently nodded her head. "OK."

I stood and looked down on her... "Fair warning, Bergeron. I have faults, which list as long as my arm." She laughed as I paused. She stood in front of me. Smiling. A happy, sexy smile. Gorgeous, nearly black eyes. "And... the girlfriend of a baseball player will have its own trials. For both of us."

"I know," she offered, in a soft voice. Hopefulness in her expression.

"I won't share you with another man, or woman, Helen. Call me a caveman, if you like. I want all of you, or none at all. Even if we just date."

I saw her beginning to break down...

"I want to hold you, so much, right now," she whimpered.

"Come on," I ordered, abruptly. "The elevators."

We walked together to the elevators. Helen wiping tears from her eyes. After we stepped into the elevator, I pushed the button for the 21st, and top floor. I had a lump in my chest, too.

"Kiss me," I whispered, in a commanding tone. "We only have a few seconds."

She dropped her purse, stood on her toes, and threw her arms around my neck, as we passed the third floor.

We kissed. Like lovers. In each other's arms.

It was...

Perfect.

*****

I was pissed.

Enraged.

So angry, I could feel the veins in my neck about to burst.

I muffed a fielded bunt down the third base line and couldn't complete the throw to first.

"A fuckin' hit!" I growled, under my breath.

Still holding the fucked up ball, I looked to second. My brother...

"Forget it!" he roared. Pointing his fielding glove to me. "Let's get the next out!" He turned his back on me, to get into position for the next batter.

I walked halfway to our pitcher. Daniel Ochoa.

"Ask for another ball!" I commanded, in a pissed off tone. "I'm gonna shoot this fuckin' ball when I get to Texas!"

Ochoa laughed at me. "Call me. I want to shoot it, too."

I tossed the ball to the first base dugout, toward the bat girl. I pointed to her... yelling as loud as I could...

"Keep that ball! It's mine!"

She picked it up, and wiggled it me. Smiling. Cute girl.

I was so angry, I feared I would screw up again.

The Series.

Royals 3 Phillies 1.

Game 5.

Kauffman Stadium. A full, rowdy, and loud home field crowd.

Top of the ninth.

No outs.

Bases loaded.

Thanks to me... God Damn it!

The score.

Royals 7 Phillies 6.

FUCK! I'm so stupid!

We better not lose this game, or it will drive me insane for a month!

I stepped back into position. The infield playing up and short for the play at home.

After two pitches, called for balls, I briefly feared the tying run would be walked in.

The fear was short lived.

Stewart swung on the third pitch.

That missile skipped the grass right into my glove.

I took a step and fired it to Boone at home. I didn't watch the result. I raced back to third. In case Boone wanted to get the runner coming in from second. I heard, as I turned back to home, after putting my foot on third...

"OUT!"

My foot on the bag, I saw Boone looking right at me, with is throwing arm back.

Yes! I'm ready.

A perfect throw from Boone to me.

"OUT!"

I was nearly certain there wasn't a play at either second or first. And I was right. I looked to both bases, and the runners were safe.

A rare 5-2-5 double play.

I short-tossed the ball into the grass, and it bounced immediately back into my fist.

I did it again. To release the tension of my fucked up play just a few minutes ago.

I walked the ball back to Ochoa. Over the screaming crowd...

"Keep this one! It's better than that last fucker!" I tossed it to him.

"You got it! Were fuckin' gonna win this, Brantley!" He turned his back to me and stood on the mound.

The hero. Ochoa.

Striking out Madison Turner on a nasty curveball, to end the game, and the Series.

And, the other hero.

My brother. Responsible for 6, of our 7 runs. All RBIs. Two, three run home runs.

The other run?

My only hit of the game. A solo home run in left center in the bottom of the fourth.

My teammates, and I, celebrated on the field, for what seemed like hours. Donning Championship t-shirts and hats. I stepped away from the mob. To take in the experience.

The World Series.

My heart was three times normal size. In my throat.

My brother and I hugged each other. Too many times, I think. I waved to the suite where my parents, sisters, and brothers in law, watched the game. They waved back with happy smiles and hugging one another.

I saw Helen.

Standing next to Clint Stevens, near the dugout. Stevens with a TV field reporter. Helen's back to me. What a juicy ass. Just a few seconds later, Helen turned and came right for me. Smiling her sexy smile. Again, cold night. Cute earmuffs and sexy turtle neck sweater, again. As she neared...

"You," she chirped, as she pointed to me. "Stay here." She threw a sly smile at me. "And you." She darted my brother in the chest, with a finger. "Come with me." Again, she tossed a sinister smile at me.

"Now, I'm the lucky prick," my brother teased, as he winked at me, and followed Helen.

Helen immediately found Ochoa, and the two followed Helen back to the dugout for a field interview.

A few minutes later, I watched my brother receive the MVP of the Series. A well-deserved award. Leading the team in hits and RBIs for the series.

I was a distant second.

Within moments, my parents, sisters, and I were having photographs taken with Donald, Stevens, and Mr. McKuen. Our teammates surrounding us all. All of us were happy.

Damn. My brother is a lucky prick. He received the keys to a brand new C8 Z06 Corvette. Like he really needed another C8. Geez.

The entire team had a chance to hold the World Series trophy. I waved to Helen and gave her a chance to hold it. She smiled, raised it over her head, and passed it to Boone.

Her happy eyes drilling into my heart.

I had to have been the happiest of them all. Because...

I found the bat girl and demanded the ball.

*****

There was snow on the ground.

An early winter storm a week before Thanksgiving. Nine inches of snow and 9ºF.

When I heard the door locks click, I turned to the door.

When she opened the door, I fell into her arms.

"Finally," I whispered, as we held each other tight.

She didn't respond. I broke our embrace and looked at my girlfriend. A sad face greeted me.

"Regrets?" I asked, with my eyebrows arched.

"No," she sighed. "It's just." She took me into her arms again. "Mr. McKuen came by the office today." She paused and squeezed me with her arms. "I have no regrets, David. It's just... I've been through a lot this year. A divorce. You, coming into my life. The World Series. A new job. I just need you to hold me. OK?"

"All night, and into tomorrow, if you want," I whispered, into her ear. "Come on," I offered, as I took her hand. "I brought hamburgers from Big Joe's. Your favorite. I want to know about Mr. McKuen."

I set out plates at the kitchen bar, as Helen collected drink glasses from the cabinet.

A fourth of her hamburger, eaten... "Mr. McKuen wanted to know why I was leaving."

I gave her a gentle nod and took her left hand in mine.

"I told him about you. And, I didn't want to break his rules."

"And?"

"He was surprised, but happy, too. He thanked me for respecting the fraternization rules. And..." She smiled and squeezed my hand. "He said, 'If Brantley doesn't work out, you can come back. I hate to see you leave.'"

I laughed. "If I know me, you'll be back there next week."

She laughed, too. "Gawd, David. I hope not. You're the first man I've met, who isn't an egomaniacal prick. You treat me like a woman, and respect me."

I furled my brow. "I do?"

"Stop it," she hissed. "I'm serious, David. I'm putting my feelings on the table and you're joking about it."

"Sorry. You're right." I swallowed. "You know... there are egos in every business. I took a psychology class, as an elective at Tech. There's gonna be some first class pricks at Missouri Valley National Bank."

"I know. But, I have you to come home to. And..." She wiggled her eyebrow at me. "You're eye candy, David. I'm a lucky girl, for having your attention. Just listen to me when I come home, and keep your mouth shut until I've vented. You do that, and I might just let you hold my tits."

"Shake on it," I countered, with an extended hand, and a wide smile. "You got a deal!"

We ate our hamburgers, and Helen told me, she and Millie were no longer lovers.

"Unless, you and I break up." She wiggled an eyebrow at me with a sassy smile.

I faux groaned in reply.

"We're still friends, though," she offered, with a wink. "When the snow clears, we're going shopping for new outfits. For my new job."

I sat there, with one last bite left on my hamburger. Just looking at my sexy girlfriend. For just a few moments.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cuz... you're pretty. And I can appreciate a pretty girl. I haven't told you this." I paused and ran a finger along her hair in front of her ear. "You're eyes. They're so dark and... loving. Sexy eyes. I'm infatuated with your eyes. I like everything about you, Helen. I'm still looking for that one dark secret you have."

"You said you weren't romantic," she croaked, on an emotion.

"I'm not. I take after my dad. He isn't either."

She left half of her uneaten hamburger and stood by her chair.

"I'm going to change into my pajamas. I want to cuddle with you in front of the hearth."

"OK," I nodded.

I cleaned the kitchen, and stoked the fire in the fireplace. She returned in her oversized pajamas and fluffy slippers. Two blankets over her arms. She lay them out on the floor. One to lie on, the other to keep us warm. I gathered two pillows from her bedroom.

We talked.

About everything, and about nothing.

Holding each other. An hour later, my girlfriend fell asleep.

In my arms.

*****

Date night.

The Intercontinental Hotel dining room.

Friday. After work for Helen. Three days before Christmas... I leave the next day for Cleburne, Texas.

"Half the men at the bank headquarters are obviously flirting with me," she giggled. She sipped her after-dinner wine. "I told them I have a boyfriend."

"Hell yeah, you do," I squawked. We both chuckled.

"I didn't tell them your name. At least, not yet. I don't want to be seen as flaunting the most well-known baseball player in town. It could backfire."

"Well-known, huh?" I asked, as I leaned forward. Crossing my arms on the table in front of me.

"We're gonna have to get you some social media, Brantley," she chirped. "You have no idea what's being said about you... and your brother."

I furled my brow... "Yeah? Like what?"

Helen answered by pulling out her phone from her purse. Unlocking it, and tapping, and swiping around on the screen. Seconds later...

"Like this," she offered, as she slipped the phone across the table.

I picked it up.

"Damn," I mumbled.

On the screen of Helen's phone, was a photo... a full size poster of me, on the concourse wall at Kauffman Stadium. Two young women kissing my cheeks and fondling the poster below the waist.

"And, that is the tame one," my girlfriend offered. "I've seen women pretend you're making love to them on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok. Squeezing their girls and putting their hands down their panties. Saying things like... "I love it when you touch me down there, David.' And, 'David, call me. I'll make it worth your while.' Then, they post their phone number. The same with your brother."

I growled as I forcefully pushed the phone back to Helen.

"This is exactly the reason I avoid this crap," I growled, in my throat. "No one has any self-control anymore." I took a hard breath. "I just want to play baseball, damn it. It's my life."

Helen picked up her phone and calmly placed it in her purse. Then...

"Until you became an MVP, and got the attention of, not only Kansas City, but the country. There are two employees, in the office at Kauffman, who said you're good enough to be a model. You're that good looking, David. On fire hot, Sir. Take it from an experienced PR rep. Your looks sell, David. Name it, sell it, make money." She hissed in her throat at me. "David. You and Donald are way hotter than Tom Brady, and that's saying a lot."

I answered with an, "humph."

Helen sipped her wine... "Didn't you tell me, just last week, your agent called. Telling you, there are apparel companies asking your interest in wearing their clothes, and... modeling." She leaned forward and placed her crossed arms on the table. "Donald is in New York, isn't he? Modeling athletic apparel. I know, because I still talk to the staff at Kauffman."

I tried to look away, but she wouldn't let me.

"Why won't you do it?"

I gave her my steely eye. She gave me her steely eye, in reply.

"Because," I growled. "I'm afraid it will corrupt my game. My focus. Everyone pulling me this way. And then, that way." I lowered my voice and leaned forward some more. "I wouldn't be here with you, now, would I? All you would get from me, is a two second phone call, before some weasel, was pulling my ass across town to some other engagement."

"I know," she whispered, as she looked down and took my hand into hers. Her sexy dark eyes back to mine... "Corrupt your game? Maybe. No one is perfect, David. Your slump last summer, and that scary bunt to you in the last game of the Series. It's gonna happen again, and I think you know it. Modeling or not."

I nodded in agreement. Damn she's sexy. All woman.

"It doesn't matter, David. Whether you model, or not. The game is what you make it to be." She squeezed my hand gently, as her eyes messed with me. "Modeling, selling soft drinks, billboards asking folks to shop at Hy-Vee's. Your game will be the same, because you make it that way." She paused and smiled a sexy smile. "Who knows. Perhaps..." she drew out her last word. "I could manage your off field work, and publicity. Social media." She wiggled both eye brows at me. "I'm nearly certain, I could make more money working for you, than I could at Missouri Valley, or the Royals." She paused. "You... David Brantley. Are money waiting to be made. Half your teammates would give their eye teeth to be in your position."

I leaned over the table, a little, toward her... "OK. I do this, what you're sayin'. Then, some hot woman tries to bed me right in front of you. Then what?"

"Well," she began. "We're either a couple, or, we're not. If we are, then... you put your arm around me and say... 'I have company scheduled for the evening.'" She giggled. "You'll always be in control, David. Take the woman to bed, if you want. It'll tell me we really weren't a couple, and my decision to leave the Royals was a mistake." She leaned forward, too. Just inches from me. "But, I'm betting you won't leave me."

She's right. She's the sexist woman I've ever met. Fantastic lover. And, way too smart for me.

I was about to open my mouth to speak, and...

"Now, I know why you left the Royals."

I blinked and looked to my left.

Mark Henderson. Standing just a couple feet away and looking right at Helen.

One of the happiest smiles I've ever seen.

One of the best pitchers I've ever seen. My teammate.

Now... Mark is something else. Always happy. Popular with our teammates, and the fans. Huge, bright smile. And...

Can rattle off words from his lips like a machine gun. He speaks so fast, sometimes, I can't follow what he says. So fast, a word, or two, will squeak.

After looking at Helen, he looks at me.

"David, my man," he offered, with his, "always there," smile. His black hand extended for a greeting. I stood from my chair and took his hand. "You're dating Helen Bergeron."

"I am," I replied, with a firm grip, as I turned my head toward Helen, with a happy smile. "She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Pretty?" he snapped, as he released my hand. "On fire hot, Brantley. Anyone who looks like Monica Bellucci, is gonna be very hot, my man."

I'm nearly certain I looked like a dork, because Helen began laughing.

"You have no idea who Monica Bellucci is, do you?" she offered, with a huge smile on her face.

Still standing, and looking down on my lover, I shook my head... gently... with a little embarrassment. I really didn't know who Monica... what's her last name?

On this rare occasion, Mark slowed his speak down to a crawl...

"You really need some help, David." He turned to Helen, and his speech was back to normal speed... fast... "You gonna help him, right?"

My girlfriend was nearly in stitches from her giggling, and could barely get her words out of her mouth... "He's a work in progress, Mark."

Mark, back to me... "You let this woman help you, man. You need it."

Right then, the prettiest black woman I ever saw, appeared and stood next to Mark. Tall. Slender. Slickened swirls in her hair. Sexy, long sleeve dress, with her cleavage on display.

"David... Helen. This is my girlfriend, Alicia. From back home, in Atlanta."

I think I have found Helen's dark secret.

When the two women laid eyes on one another, I swear. It felt to me, as though the two women were gonna go after each other. Sexually. I could sense the tension from them both. I expected, at any moment... Helen, or Alicia, would kiss the other. There was an awkward pause, until...

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alicia," my girlfriend began. Still lustily gazing into Alicia's dark eyes.

Alicia extended her slender hand, and Helen took it. It looked like sparks flew from their hands. Sultry stares from each of them.

"The same, girl," Alicia began. "We'll have to have drinks, sometime. To talk about our men, of course." I saw Alicia give Helen a wink. A sexy wink. Alicia turned to me. Smiling a sexy smile. Checking me out. "I'm sure there's a lot to talk about, with your man, Helen."

"There is," my lover slurred. "Some of it is very good, too."

The sexual innuendo was thick from my lover's lips. Helen continued...

"We can also talk about... other things. Perhaps we can have that drink tomorrow. David's leaving for Texas."

Before I knew it, the two women were exchanging phone numbers. As they did so... Mark, in a whisper just millimeters from my ear...

"Your woman comin' on to my woman, man?"

"Or," I replied, "Yours is comin' on to mine."

*****

I parked my truck in the garage.

Grabbed my luggage from the rear seat, and went into my brother's house.

I couldn't wait to take a shower and go to bed. A long drive from Cleburne to Kansas City. I called Helen when I passed Olathe, Kansas on I-35. She didn't answer, so I left a message.

I received a phone call from my agent, while passing through Oklahoma. Teresa Brock, informing me, Mr. McKuen had contacted her, about replacing my current contract. Five years, with a nice raise. $16.7 million per year, guaranteed, with a $2 million signing bonus. Huge incentives, too. A lot better than the $425,000, in my current contract, when I signed with the Mariners.

Donald received a similar offer from his agent. The two of us would be in Kansas City for the next five years. And... Donald was in Los Angeles. For a sponsorship photo shoot selling shaving razors. He called me earlier in the day, and said he had hot, young, bikini clad women in the shoot with him. Lucky prick.

I heard my phone ring when I left the bathroom for the bedroom. I wasn't disappointed when I wanted it to be Helen. I answered it before it went to voice mail...

"Hey, Sexy," I offered. "I've missed you."

"Mmm," came the sexy, drawn out reply. "I've missed you, too. I want to come over, Baby. OK?"

"Always."

Helen rang the doorbell twenty minutes later. She leapt into my arms and kissed me. Pressing her tits into my chest and hugging me around the neck. A sexy, semi-urgent kiss. A kiss like this woman missed me. I missed her, too.

Whispering into my lips... "I brought sleepwear for a sleep over. Do you mind?"

"I don't."

"I know you must be exhausted, but I just want to be in your arms."

"I want to hold you, Lover."

I lay in bed while Helen got ready in the bathroom. I told her I had informed my family, I had a girlfriend. They were excited and want to meet her. I also told her, Daniel Ochoa and I, took that evil baseball I muffed in the Series, to the gun range, just outside Cleburne. I sent a.30-06 Springfield round, from my Dad's Remington 700, right through the center of that ball, at 50 yards. No baseball demons could have survived. I took the nine pieces of that baseball and threw them into the trash.

My sexy girlfriend pranced into the bedroom in her oversized, off-white, satin pajamas...

"What is it with you baseball players, thinking an inanimate object is possessed by evil spirits?"

"Because it is," I groaned. "Else, I would've had an out at first."

She shook her head at me in disgust... then, stopped on the side of the bed where she would sleep... looking down on me....

"Your family, huh? They know about you and me?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"They remember you. From the photos, and interviews, after the game. I showed them your picture."

"And?" She looked a little annoyed.

"And... I don't know. They said they look forward to meeting you. Formally, I suppose." She still looked annoyed. I winged it... "They said you're pretty. James said, 'hot.' You are hot. One of your best features."

She looked at me with a, "not so sure you're telling me everything," look. Then, she crawled into bed, right into my arms. A sexy kiss later, I rolled her over, snuggled her into a spoon, and I was out like a light.

The next morning...

"I have something I want to tell you."

I was sipping coffee in the kitchen and reading email from my agent, Mr. McKuen, and my mother.

"OK," I replied, as I closed my laptop and gave her my undivided attention. Helen was still in her pajamas, but had brushed out her sexy hair. Allowing it to fall across her chest and back.

"You told me you couldn't share me with another man."

"I remember." Where in the hell was this going.

"You also said a woman."

I blinked. I'm sure my mouth fell open. A little.

With the air of confidence, I've come to expect from Helen...

"I slept with Alicia. When you were in Texas."

I blinked some more.

"I can't help it, David. I find women attractive, just like you do. And, don't tell, Mark. Alicia doesn't think he'll take it so well."

"And, I would take it much better?" I groaned. I arched an eyebrow at her. "I should give you credit for telling me. At least you weren't sneaking around with me."

"I wanted to tell you in person." I could tell she didn't want to come too close to me.

"Are you lovers, now?"

"I don't think so. She's really into Mark, you know. They've been together for years."

"What do you want from me, Helen?" I asked, as I stood and towered over my lover.

Lover? Still my lover? I thought.

"I want you, Mark. I quit a dream job for you."

"And you knew I wouldn't tolerate this."

"I did. But... the attraction just happened. And, once it got started, I couldn't stop. I didn't want it to stop."

"Well," I began. "I'm thinking my girlfriend has a thing for other women, and there's not a whole lot I can do about it." I paused. I took a half step back. "I can put my foot down on the matter, but, just like me, an attraction, is an attraction. I've been in that situation where impulsive sex happens." I looked for a sign. She looked worried and about to flee. "I haven't heard any commitments between us, so far, other than you quitting your job. I don't recall pressing that matter. You just did it. And, telling me you did it for me. Or... did you do it for something else? Like, exploring your sexuality after your divorce."

"I don't know anymore," she replied, with an exasperated exhale. "I want you. Really. Just thinking about you, is turning me on, right now. Fuck, David. You're tall. Strong. Handsome. Commanding. Kind. Courteous. And, confident. All those thing are attractive to me. You're absolutely fantastic in bed. A rare find, when it comes to men."

I could tell she was attempting to find some courage.

"Can I hold you?"

I nodded, and extended my arms.

She put her arms around my waist and lay her head on my chest. It was awkward. For me. Considering I tower over her by 10 inches. I couldn't really hold her in return.

"David," she whispered, into my shirt. "A woman can't make me feel the way you do, when I'm in your bed. A woman doesn't treat me the way you do. I suppose I'm attracted to the physical softness a woman provides. You, are strong. Firm. Not soft. And, I'm attracted to you for those reasons, too. A woman kisses differently, than a man." She looked up at me, as she still hugged my waist. "I want you, more than I want another woman. I want to... be with you."

"And if this happens again? Taking a woman to your bed?"

"I'll call you. And tell you. Knowing I'll never see you again."

It didn't take me long to think. Helen is just too damn good looking and smart, to turn away.

"OK. Now... who is this Monica that looks like you?"

*****

I heard my phone ringing, but I didn't care.

I had my dick inside my lover.

Her tight pussy had me groaning. Moaning. I humped at her pussy while I had her in a mummy hold. Helen on her back and me on top.

Helen's arms around my shoulder and neck. Palming the back my head. My lips on her soft, supple neck. Hot breath into her flesh. Helen...

Whining. Whimpering. Wheezing. Into my lips. Into my ear. Telling me how good I was to her. Mumbling and squeaking as she...

"I'm gonna cum, Baby." She wheezed loudly, as she pulled my head into her neck. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum on your big, fat..." Helen inhaled loudly. Gagged. And... in a strangled whisper... "I'm cumming on you right now." A half scream, half squeak. Then... "Can you feel me cumming on you? OH, GAWD, BABY! Here comes another one! HolyFuck!"

"I can," I croaked.

I was struggling. For the last three minutes, Helen's pussy had my dick in a death grip. I swear, her pussy was pulling me deeper inside her. Aggressively resisting me when I lifted my hips for the next forward thrust. I felt my dick touch the back side of her pussy with each thrust. My body was in full alert. My brain... primal.

Seconds later, she was kissing me urgently. Pulling my hair. Her hands on the sides of my face. Mumbling words I didn't understand into my mouth. Humping her pussy at me, like she couldn't get enough of my dick inside her.

"I want you," she mumbled urgently, into my mouth. "I want you so bad." Desperate words.

I want her bad, too. Yet, I couldn't help thinking she may have said the same to her female lovers in the recent past. Particularly, Alicia. Although... I would fuck Alicia. Fine, good looking, sexy woman. Can't blame Helen for fucking her, if I would fuck her.

I shifted position. I pulled myself out of Helen's arms, and stood on my knees between her parted legs. I grabbed her legs, pushing them toward her, with my hands on the back of her thighs. I thrust my dick back into her pussy, and leaned forward. My weight through my arms and hands on the back of her thighs. Thrusting with a moderate pace. Breathing heavily. Breathing loudly.

Watching her sexy, gorgeous tits roll across her chest, as I fucked her, was driving me insane. My dick causing slurping and smacking noise from her sloppy pussy. Within seconds, Helen was crying and howling out an orgasm. Grabbing sheets above her head. Increasing the primal urge within my mind and body. I was going to lose control soon. I managed to pull another orgasm out of her. This time, with her fingernails drilling into my chest and a strained intensity in her face... her head gently, slowly, shaking left and right... her eyes tightly closed...

"I don't want it to stop," she whined. Her drawn out words... "Oh... my... God." And, then...

A half-muted scream, half howl from her lips, lasting just a couple of seconds. Followed by an audible gulp of oxygen. Helen did this two more times. I caught a final, and highly arousing, glimpse of her sexy tits on her heaving chest. My brain couldn't handle the image.

My eyes rolled back into my spine, and fell to my ass. Her pussy pulling on my throbbing dick was insanely tight. Her pussy felt like it was sucking the cum from my balls.

"Oh, fuck!" I roared. "Holy shit!" I wailed. I uttered these words several times over the next few seconds.

The sensation of dumping my load into Helen was intense. I lost all contact with the world, as my pelvic muscles ejected my sticky cum into an insanely hot pussy. My next rational thought...

I was now in Helen's arms. In a bear hug. Her pussy humping at me from below. Desperate humping. Fucking me. Hard and desperate breathing from her lips. My lungs were screaming for fresh oxygen.

"I want you," she wheezed. She repeated it, over and over, as she tried fucking me from below. I was dead weight on my lover. My body still paralyzed from my orgasm.

The next few seconds were a blur. My next semi-rational thought...

I was on my back, and Helen was riding me like a horse at full gallop. My over sensitive dick twirling at light speed inside her pussy. Her hips and waist thrusting forward and backward across my pubis. Her tits heaving violently from her chest. One hand on my upper chest, and the other around my...

Throat.

Choking me.

Literally, choking me... as muted screams spewed from her mouth. Her eyes tightly closed in intense concentration. She appeared to be in a sustained orgasm. It took both my hands to release the pressure from my throat enough, to allow oxygen to pass to my lungs. Over the next minute, and her violently fucking me, her half screamed words, between three orgasms...

"I love your freakin' big cock!" And...

"I can't believe... Oh Fuck!"

"Da---vid!" she screeched, in a crescendo. "OhMyGod! I'm cumming so-ooo hard!"

This whole time, my dick became painfully numb at the over sensation of her fucking me so hard. It felt like the end of my dick would fall off, any moment.

Upon completion of her final, body shaking, orgasm, Helen fell forward into me. Heaving her tits into my upper chest. Strangling for more oxygen. She was still quivering from the aftershocks. Squeaking into my ear and pillow. I slapped her sexy ass with both my hands with an explosive crack. She whined loudly into my neck at the impact.

I hugged her. Enjoying her recovery. Her soft, silky, feminine skin. I love it. My face wrenching in pain from my dick. It was a good three to five minutes before Helen made any civilized move.

"You're amazing," I whispered, into her neck. My arms still around her back.

"What just happened?" she replied. Her words muffled in my neck and pillow.

"The best fuckin' I've ever received." I paused, then added some words. "Passion would be an understatement."

She raised her head and looked at me. Our noses just millimeters apart. In the softest of whispers...

"I've never done this before. You're so sexy, David. You get me so worked up, just looking at you, and your body. You're... perfect. Like a renaissance statue. The 'David' in Florence. That's it. You're a Michelangelo in the flesh."

"Thank you. But, a little dramatic." I chuckled.

In her normal voice, and a little annoyed... "I'm not fuckin' kidding, David." She sat up and crossed her legs beside me. Her titties gently wiggling as she breathed and spoke, just inches away. Damn.

"I watched you in the weight room, from the hallway. Numerous times. It took all my energy to keep from twinkling my clit in the hallway as you flexed your muscles with those machines." I could see she was getting really annoyed. "Come with me," she snapped, as she twirled on her butt and leapt from the bed. She headed to the bathroom, wiggling her cute ass at me. Without turning to me... "Come on."

I rolled from the bed and made for the bathroom.

"Stand in front of the mirror," she commanded. Those tits where driving me mad.

"Look at yourself." I did. All I saw was me.

"Every single muscle in your body is defined. Chiseled, like a statue." She began running her fingers along the lines of my body. Sucking air between her teeth as she moved her fingers across my chest and abdomen. Her eyes following her hand. "You're perfect, David. When I see you, you ignite a fire inside me. I can't breathe as you near me."

Helen began dragging her fingers along my shoulders, and heading to my back. Hissing softly along the way. I felt her fingers descend from my shoulders to my rump along the spine. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Cupping her petite hands around my defined pectoral muscles, and pressed her tits into my back. Still hissing softly.

"You've got the sexist butt," she whispered.

Her fingers descended my abdomen and she began running them through my well-groomed pubic hair. Her other hand on my left pectoral... still pulling me into her chest. She fondled my flaccid dick in her hand.

"You're cock is freakin' huge. It's even heavy when you're not aroused."

I felt her hands lift from my body. She grabbed me from behind and twirled me to face her. Her eyes were determined. She threw her arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and kissed me. Semi-urgently. A few seconds later, her words into my lips...

"I'm still horny."

*****

I left Helen well fucked.

As I made toward the kitchen, for food and drink...

"Damn," I mumbled.

I have never fucked someone as much as I gave Helen. I have never been fucked by a woman so well, as Helen fucked me. I've never seen a woman so unsatisfied, until just a few minutes ago. I have no idea how many orgasms she had. Except, it was a lot.

I grabbed an apple, three pieces of deli sliced roast beef, and a bottle of water. I was parched and my stomach ached from a lack of food. I was exhausted. I ate at the kitchen table, barely able to keep my eyes open. The food was having an effect on my drowsiness. My muscles ached. I looked at the wall clock... 6:03 pm.

Over four hours of sex. Over the last ten hours. We had been fucking since eight in the morning. I sucked her tits. Mmm. I licked her sweet pussy. Mmm. I fingered her pussy. Mmm. I kissed her sexy, bubbly ass. Mmm. Kissed her sexy, feminine back and neck. Mmm. Pulled her hair. Hissed into her ear.

Helen kissed me on the neck. My nipples. My thighs. She sucked my dick. Very well, I might add. Her sexy lips around the tip of my aroused cock... a sexy vision. She sucked my balls into her mouth... hard, too. I hurt a little... I liked it.

I fucked her from behind over the edge of the bed. I fucked her against the wall. I manhandled her tits. I fucked her from behind, while on her tummy. Fucking her so hard, I fucked her into the headboard, where she had to hold the headboard with her hands to keep from crashing into it.

She begged me for more. And more. And more. I feared I wouldn't be able to give her anymore. Until...

She tapped out.

Telling me she had had enough.

I'm glad, too. I was at my limit.

I did leave her pussy oozing our combined cum. Drooling out her sloppy entrance and onto my sheets and blanket.

Having finish my roast beef and apple, I gulped a healthy gulp of water. Then...

Helen came marching into the kitchen, with determination all over her face. Her titties wobbling aggressively inside the pajama top she was wearing. Coming right for me. I tried to stand, but she put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. She leaned over and kissed me.

Hard.

Breathing hard into my mouth. Slicing her tongue inside my mouth and attempting to extract a molar. Tapping my tonsils. Ten seconds later, she took my face into her hands.

"I'm still horny," she whispered, as her super dark, and now, intense eyes hypnotized me. I swallowed hard at her statement. I wasn't sure I could perform. I was nearly certain I had a small blister on the side of my dick.

"I'd fuck you right now," she began. "But, I'm too sore and exhausted. I can't believe we did that."

She kissed me before I could speak. More softly this time. I was grateful. I took her into my arms. Holding her close as I remained seated.

"You bruised me," she whispered. I was going to apologize, but... "It's my fault, David. I told you to fuck me harder, and you did. It was worth it, Baby." She kissed me again. Briefly. "I have to go. If I stay, you'll kill me." She half giggled, half laughed. I did, too.

She released my face, and sat in my lap. Her arm around my shoulder, and her lips just a few millimeters away. My hand on her bare leg.

"When is spring training?"

"The second Monday in February," I replied. "I'll..."

"Be gone until April," she interrupted. She paused and gave me a serious look. "I don't want to give you up, David. As a lover. You're too sexy and too good in bed." She looked at the ceiling and then to me. "You're freakin' large cock. I'm addicted to your cock, Baby. Plus..." Her eyebrows arched. "You treat me with respect. You're not vulgar, or crass. I want to be your lover, David."

I nodded gently...

"I'm your lover."

*****

I just took a swing.

Drilling the ball into the catch net at the local public batting cage. I had become friends with the owner. Ten minutes into the session, my phone rang.

I set my bat down, and nodded to Donald a few cages away. I smiled at the caller ID.

"Hello, Lover," I answered.

"Lover," she whispered, over the phone. "I like that."

"Callin' from work?"

"I am. Where are you?"

"The batting cage on Meeker Street. Just a few blocks from Donald's. Donald and I are getting some practice in before the place opens. I booked it for an hour."

"What I'm hearing, in the background, is Donald hitting baseballs?"

"Yeah. Along with Boone, Gomez, and McPherson."

"I miss that sound." I heard her sigh on the phone.

"McKuen said you could come back."

"And give up you? No way. I told you, two days ago, I'm addicted to you."

"The feeling's mutual."

"David... I'm calling to ask you over, tonight. I want to talk to you about some things, and about us."

I wasn't too worried. Her tone was cheerful and excited.

"What time?"

*****

I stepped into her arms.

I backward kicked the door closed, as we exchanged tongue signals.

Her arms around my neck, she was pulling on me hard. Like she wanted to be inside my skin. Her kiss... soft. Gentle. Like lovers.

"I've missed you," she whispered.

"I've missed you. Even after two days. How's the bruising?"

She kissed me a peck and released me. Taking my hand and pulling me into the living room. "I'm wearing them proudly," she chirped. She released my hand and pranced into the living room. Her baggy jeans, and turtle neck sweater, appropriate for the cold day.

"Let's sit on the couch," she began. "I have some things I want to discuss."

"OK," I replied, as I moved to sit down. "Serious business?"

"Yes. And, no," she offered, as she sat very close to me. Her left breast pushing into my chest. Her left arm around the top of my shoulder. I took my right hand around her waist and snuggled her into myself.

I couldn't help it. Her sexy dark eyes and raven black hair were turning me on. I just couldn't drink enough of her great looks.

"I want to change our relationship, from boyfriend, girlfriend, to lovers. Steady lovers."

"OK." Curious. This is a first.

"I've been thinking about what you said the other day. Exploring my sexuality. After you and me, the other day, I want to discuss just that."

This didn't sound good. So, I nodded for her to continue.

"I do want to explore my sexuality. And here's why. You're going to be gone a lot, starting in a couple of weeks." I nodded. "I want to take lovers. Casual lovers." I felt myself swallow hard. "And, when you come back from road trips, I'm your lover. Any time you want. I'm yours."

I didn't hesitate... "I had the feeling we could be exclusive, Helen. I mean, I like you that much."

"Yeah, but." She leaned in very close. Our eyes were crossed. "I want to explore, too. That's something I've never done, until after my divorce. Who knows. I may not like it."

"OK," I began. I'm certain I had a tone of disappointment. However, I had no right to force her into a serious relationship with me. "Casual lovers, huh. I'm thinking a casual relationship could easily turn into a serious relationship. I'll expect it to happen with you, and you'll not hesitate to tell me. I'm thinking some rich, handsome banker will sweep you away from me. But, I have no rights with you. Be my lover? OK. If this is what you want... OK. But, I'm tellin' you right now, I don't think this will last very long. You'll soon find someone, considering your fantastic looks and smarts."

"Maybe," she slurred, as she caressed the hair above my ear. "But, they'll have to be way more fantastic than you, for that to happen." She kissed me. Briefly. Her whisper... "Thank you." She kissed me again. Pressing her tittie into my chest. "You agreeing to this is why I still want to be with you when you come home." She kissed me again. Slithering her tongue past mine and tapping my uvula.

"Now, I want to discuss another thing, that's related to this."

Considering what we just discussed, I expected anything. I nodded.

"I want you to move into my house."

Well. I didn't expect that. The look on my face must've been silly, because Helen half giggled, half laughed at me. She gave me a sympathy kiss. It felt like a sympathy kiss.

"Here's the deal," she began. "Lisa... Millie's roommate." Helen paused, and I nodded. "Lisa has a new job in Overland Park, and she's moving to Kansas." I nodded. "I invited Millie to be my roommate." I began blinking. A lot.

An awkward pause later... I... tentatively...

"Millie is going to be your roommate. And, you want me to..."

"Be my roommate," she interrupted, with a chirpy tone. One of the happiest smiles I've ever seen, hit me between the eyes. "I think it'll be fantastic."

"OK," I groaned. "This is a first for me." I pushed her away, so I could stand. I walked across the room and then turned to her on the couch. "I've never had a woman for a roommate, Helen. Are you sure you want a man for a roommate? I mean, I'm pretty disgusting. I leave socks and underwear everywhere. I burp, fart, and scratch."

She laughed so hard, I was certain she would fall from the couch to the floor. It was cute.

"You'll just have to do that when your lovers aren't here!"

I arched my eyebrows at the plural I thought I heard. She laughed at me again, leapt from the couch, and took me into her arms.

"That's right, Lover. Millie wants to be your lover, too. For the very reasons, I want to be your lover." She stood on her toes and gave a peck on the lips. Her whisper... "Move in now. If you don't like it before you leave for spring training, you can move back to Donald's."

"OK," I sighed. I wasn't sure, this was going to work so well. Then...

I heard a screech from the other side of the house. My eyes widened.

Before I could say anything, Millie came running into the living room and leapt into my arms. Kissing my lips and cheeks. Her long, skinny legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my neck. My hands holding her waist.

"We're gonna have so much fun!"

Two days later...

I moved into Helen's home.

Chapter 6

I have to admit, it feels really good.

Sitting on the couch, as a roommate sucks my dick.

While the other roommate tries to swallow both my balls. It hurts a little... The swallowing action on my balls, but it hurts, "good."

Two sexy, beautiful women fellating me at the same time. Perfect. It hasn't happened often, since I left home for college. Mmm, it feels so fuckin' good.

Over the last two and half weeks, I was screwing one roommate, then the other the next day. Two, three day breaks between the two. While I was screwing Millie, Helen had women lovers over. I never did meet them. I was told, by Millie, one was from a professional association for PR careers, and the other was a former colleague from the Royals, who was still an employee with the team. I wondered who she may be.

While I took a two day trip to Texas, to see my parents before spring training, Millie told me, Helen had taken a male lover. A black man who worked at the Blue Springs branch of the bank. The senior loan officer there. They had met at a corporate gathering at the main Kansas City bank, where Helen worked.

"Don't worry, David," Millie hissed, as she slowly rode me like a horse. I had just returned from Texas. My bags still unpacked. "Patrick isn't a very good lover. Helen says she hasn't come, one time, with him. But, he's eye candy... like you... Oh fuck...... OhMyGod!" Millie wheezed, as she was hit with an orgasm. "Holy Fuck." Her little nose touching mine, and her sexy eyes crossed. "Can you feel me cumming on your dick, right now?"

I shook my head from the sexy thought, from a few days ago. Back to the couch...

Helen was getting off her knees and began crawling into my lap. Guiding my dick into her slippery pussy.

"Oh fuck," Helen whined, as she fully impaled herself with my dick. She put her hands below my throat. On my chest. And began slowly swiveling her hips forward, and backward. Closing her eyes. Feeling my dick twirling slow circles inside her velvety folds.

Millie knee walked into my left side. She gently pulled my chin toward her, and began kissing me. Pulling my hair on the back of my head.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she slurred, into my lips. "I really want to hold you before you leave for Arizona tomorrow."

I grunted an affirmative from my throat. I grabbed her sexy, strawberry blonde, curly and fluffy ball of hair, and kissed her hard. Moaning and whimpering into her lips.

Helen picked up the pace on my lap, and began whimpering and wheezing. She would be cumming any moment. Millie stood tall, and upright, on her knees and offered my lips to her sexy... yet... very tiny tittie to suck on. Mmm. It was then, Helen came on my cock and screamed bloody murder to the ceiling. Howling like a wolf.

I'm gonna miss these two women, for the next two months. Despite my initial reluctance to be with them.

*****

Donald and I were roommates in Arizona.

The spring training location for the Royals, along with the Texas Rangers, and some other teams.

I worked my ass off to be, the absolute best player I could be, for my teammates, during spring training. I wanted to earn the money I was given. To win the division. And then, to the playoffs.

I wanted to add another weapon to my arsenal. Base stealing.

"Forget it, Brantley," Coach VanDyke groaned, after I asked for some help. "You have size 14 feet. Your thighs are so big, they nearly touch each other. You're too muscle bound to sprint like a cheetah on the African plains. Look." He pointed to first base. "When you were thrown out at first, on all those infield hits, to the infielders, last year... if you had the potential to steal bases, you would've been down the first base line, by at least three fourths of the way, or more. You never made it to that point. Ever. Stevens and I, both noticed." Then he turned to Aguilar, and pointed. "Look there. At Aguilar. Athletic, but much more slender than you, and your brother. He led the team in steals because of his lithe build. He has the physique to steal bases. Sprints like a cheetah on its prey." Then, coach looked me in the eye.

"You don't become the MVP of the American League by stealing bases, David. You didn't steal one base last year, and you were the MVP. You coming to the Royals, was the secret key to winning the World Series. Yeah, it would be great if you could get ten to fifteen steals in a season, but you're too damn slow. Keep getting on base. Keep doing what your good at... Hitting the ball and getting on base. Keep getting better at reading those pitches, like, I don't know how you could get any better. Damn, Brantley. You're probably the best player, in all of baseball, in reading pitches, and messing with the pitcher's routine. If the rest of the team could do that, we would go undefeated all season." He poked me in the chest with a finger. "Get better at what you're good at. Be a smart base runner, instead of a base stealer. Quick decisions when the ball is in play. Damn, David. You... are the best third baseman I've ever seen. You're reaction time with the ball is nearly instantaneous. Your range of motion is like a cat on a mouse. No one can match your reaction, except for maybe your brother." He put his hand on my shoulder, and stepped closer. "You're a massive man, Brantley. Absolutely huge. Not one ounce of fat on you. Yet, you can snag a line shot to third like no one I've ever seen, and still get the runner out. You, and your brother are unique in baseball. Large men, playing smaller man positions better than anyone in the league. You're the best of both. Elite fielders and elite hitters. I'm grateful I'm your coach and you're on this team." He nodded and turned to walk away. As he walked away...

"No one on the team has gold gloves for every year they've been in the majors, Brantley. Including your brother. Only you."

I nodded as I watched Coach Van Dyke rip into the new rookie, Mike Battle, for tripping on his shoe laces in the batter's box.

OK. I'll focus on my talents.

And... I did.

Donald and I were first and second in batting for the Arizona League, at the end of spring training.

And... no fielding errors for either of us.

*****

I called my roommates.

Often. To tell them I missed them. Helen and Millie missed me, too, they said. When I called to tell them I was going to Texas, before coming home, they were disappointed. Donald and I wanted to watch our younger brother, James, play in the Texas Tech versus TCU weekend series in Fort Worth. James was having a great sophomore season. Starting second baseman and a.427 batting average. Leading the Big 12 in hits, base on balls, and RBIs for the Red Raiders.

After Fort Worth, Donald and I had to catch flights to New York. To start the season against the Yankees. My girls. Yeah... My girls. My lovers. My roommates were also disappointed I wouldn't return to Kansas City for over two weeks... Scheduled series with the Red Sox, the Orioles, and the Twins, after New York.

We kicked ass as a team. Sweeping four consecutive series from New York, Boston, Baltimore, and Tampa. Our pitching was insane. A team average of 0.93 ERA, when it was over. The team batting average leading the majors....331. And...

Donald and I were leading the majors in batting average, hits, and RBIs. Well... I was the one leading. Donald... a very close second. Both of us hitting over.400.

On the plane back to Kansas City from Tampa, my thoughts briefly fell on my girls. I hadn't seen them in two and half months. They begged me to video chat with them, but I refused. Telling them the reunion would be that much sweeter, in person.

And... it was.

*****

I stepped into the terminal of the private jet center and was met with one of the happiest smiles I've ever seen.

Millie squealed and leapt into my arms. The widest smile on her lips. Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Kissing me, as I held her little bottom with my arms. What a welcome. I've never had a welcome like this, since Donald greeted me in Seattle after the trade.

After our greeting, I set her down...

"My heart is beating so fast," she squeaked. "I've missed you so much." She pulled on my neck and kissed me again. I opened an eye, during our kiss, and...

Half my teammates had me, and Millie, surrounded. Smiling their asses off. I briefly looked past them to see wives and girlfriends greeting the other half of my teammates.

Millie was visibly excited as I introduced her to my teammates. Recall, Millie is an, over the top, fan of the Royals and Chiefs. She hugged and kissed them... on the cheek. After the last introduction, she stood face to face with Donald. Her former lover.

Without a word, she hugged him. Hard. Then gave him a quick peck on the lips. The two whispered words to each other, and Millie kissed him again. Then...

Millie slipped her arm into mine, as we began walking to the parking lot. Looking up to me, and smiling her happiest of smiles.

"I'm glad you've come back to us, David. I've really missed you."

"I've really missed you, too, Millie," I offered. Millie hugging my arm and pressing herself into my side, as we walked. Perfect. "My heart is beating fast, also. And... Helen?" I asked, as we made for the parking lot, and Millie's Civic.

"She had to work late, Baby. She wanted to be here for you."

As we settled into the car... A tiny car... my knees nearly into my chest.

"Helen isn't seeing Bryce anymore. She found out he's married." Before I could speak...

"I know, right? First a cheating husband, and now a married lover." I nodded and looked at my watch. It was still early in the evening.

"Let's go downtown and see her," I proposed. "I'll take us all to dinner."

Millie leaned over the console and kissed me. A sexy kiss.

"You're the best boyfriend, ever," she whispered.

I sure am...

I can barely squeeze myself into this Honda Civic.

*****

"Get your cute ass down here. I'm taking you and Millie to dinner."

I chuckled as I hung up my phone.

It was less than five minutes when Helen appeared from the elevators. Sexy as ever in her conservative business attire. Her hips swaying and her breasts softly wiggling behind her blouse, as she walked toward us. Her laptop case in her hand. Most everyone was gone in the bank building. I closed the last few steps on my lover. Taking her laptop from her hand and pulling her into my lips, with the others.

Standing on her toes. Her arms around my neck. Her breasts pressed into my chest. A wonderful feeling, I remembered from weeks ago. A wonderful, memorable kiss.

"Mmm," I hummed, into her lips. "I've missed you."

"I know," she whimpered, just millimeters from my lips. "I've missed you, too."

Helen began crying. Softly. Millie took her arm into her own.

"Happy tears, David. So much has happened since you left. You're a welcome sight, Baby."

I'm still her, "Baby." That's good... I hope. I took her into my arms... a loving hug...

"I want to hear all about it, over dinner. The Intercontinental?"

We went home to quickly change our dress for dinner. And, it was a good thing we went to the Intercontinental Hotel for dinner...

"I got a promotion, today."

Before I could say anything, Millie reached across the table and took Helen's hand...

"That's wonderful, Baby," Millie whispered. "Tell us about it."

Helen was promoted to Vice President. Still over public relations, Helen was now responsible for advertising and marketing for the entire state of Missouri. All bank branches. A staff of three in Kansas City, and one staff member each, in Columbia, and St. Louis.

A healthy raise.

"My boss recommended me to the President of the bank. An interview later, and I was offered the job today."

"I'm proud of you," Millie offered.

"I am, too, Helen. It sounds like it's great news. You'll stay in Kansas City, of course." I took Helen's hand in mine, as she sat beside me.

"I will. I'm going to my parents' home tomorrow. To tell them."

I ordered champagne.

And, later that evening, my lovers came to my bed. No sex. Just to hold one another. The next morning, I woke with Millie sleeping halfway on my back, and her arm around my chest. I was sleeping half on my side, and half on my belly. And...

Helen was gone.

I rose from bed, took a long leak in the bathroom, and shuffled into the kitchen. A note... near the sink...

"Gone to Mom and Dad's. I'll call later."

Just as I set the note down, Millie appeared and was marching toward me. Without a word, she pulled her night shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor, and stepped right into my arms. Fully naked.

Kissing me. Standing on her toes. Her arms around my neck. Pressing herself into my chest. Her little nipples caressing the hair in my upper chest.

"I've missed that fat cock of yours," she wheezed, into my mouth. "Helen?"

"Gone to her mother's," I managed to offer, through her semi-aggressive kiss.

"Good," she wheezed, into my lips. "Come on."

My dick was enlarging in my underwear, walking behind Millie, as she pulled on my hand, back to my bedroom. Millie is slender. Some would say, she was skinny. Not emaciated, mind you. But, very slender. Barely any muscle tone on her long arms and legs. And really, no muscle tone on her cute butt, either. I wouldn't describe her butt as a "tight" butt, like Helen's. But, her behind is sexy. Yet, her ass still wiggles seductively as she walks away from me. Her hips are barely noticeable in comparison to her long waist and torso. Millie does display her ribs, from her tiny titties to her neck. Millie is definitely feminine. Soft to hold in my arms. A woman. As a nurse in a hospital, I wondered how she manages large patients who can't move on their own. She must have some help.

Millie fell backward onto my bed, pulling me on top of her. Urgently grabbing at my dick to put inside her pussy.

"Hurry, and put it in," she squawked. "Foreplay some other time."

I grabbed the lube next to the bed, lathered my dick quickly, and tossed the JoJo to the side. I aimed my dick at her tight pussy, leaned forward, and took Millie into my arms. As my dick slowly thrust through the length of her pussy...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, through our kiss. One hand on the back of my head, and the other across my shoulders. Pulling me into her chest. After two, slow thrusts...

"Ho-ly fuck," she whimpered, across my ear and neck, and drew out both her words. "It's better than I remembered." She wheezed and whimpered a few breaths with my follow-on thrusts. Urgently whimpering... whispers, really... "Fuck me, David. Fuck me... fuck me." Many times.

I picked up the pace, from slow to moderate, short thrusting... steady and rhythmic. I had her speechless for the next minute. From her lips and throat, she growled, groaned, whimpered, whined, squeaked... and, did it often... With each breath she took. With each thrust I gave her.

Millie's pussy, for some reason, felt really tight. More so, than I remembered. It could have been the passion, and the primal arousal, I was experiencing. I hadn't any pussy since I left Helen and Millie in February. I didn't have time to think much about it.

I could tell Millie was working herself up into an orgasm...

Her breathing became more staccato. Her whimpers were becoming more like squeaks. Her half screams became a crescendo and she came... Hard. Squeezing me with her arms around my neck and shoulders. Three muted screams with each contraction of her pussy.

I was determined to give her the fucking she wanted. I decided, even if I lost control, and shot my cum inside her, I would overcome the impossible urge to stop, and continue fucking her until she tells me to stop. I would command my primal brain to do this for my lover. This was a real possibility, considering her pussy muscles were fucking my dick in return. In mere seconds...

Millie was screeching in crescendo... into my throat and upper chest. No words from her lips. Just half screams/half screeches... with each contraction of her orgasm... Lasting about ten seconds. She suddenly...

Pushed at my shoulders. Pulled at my shoulders. Holding my arm and neck. Almost fighting at me. Kissing me in desperation. Whining and moaning loudly through our kiss. I lifted myself off Millie and my dick fell from her very sloppy pussy.

"NO!" she screamed. It was loud. "PUT IT BACK IN!"

Millie began grabbing at my shoulders and waist to pull me back on top of her. I managed a quick re-insertion of my dick into her pussy... I saw Millie's eyes roll back into her head. Lying full prone on top my petite lover, I began arcing my waist and hips. Slamming my pubis into her pubis on the forward thrust. Over and over.

Millie's arms were pinned beneath me, against my chest. Her hands on my neck. Her lips on my throat... I'm breathing hot breath into her thick, and big hair on the top of her head, as I continued fucking her. Her legs were quivering in the air beside my waist. Her whines and whimpers... quivered. Her pussy became tighter and tighter.

"Oh, Fuck!" I roared, into her soft, curly hair. I was gonna cum any second. "Oh, fuck," I repeated. Several times. They were whines.

She audibly caught her breath... "I can't believe this is happening." It was more like a whispered wheeze. It didn't matter...

My orgasm was now in control of my mind and body. The exquisite feeling of my cum leaving my tiny slit, consuming my selfish needs. The ecstasy consuming my pelvis, spine, and brain. I lost all sensory contact with Millie. I willed my body to continue thrusting, albeit, short strokes was all I was offering my sexy lover. After about 20 seconds, I regained my sanity.

Millie was cumming hard beneath me. Screeching in two second bursts into my throat. Three times. Amazingly, I was still fucking her. My heart pounding like a loud drum against the inside of my chest. My eyes rolled back into my brain, and set the parking brake. Still lifting my hips, and slapping my pubis against hers. I could feel my cum oozing out of her pussy with each forward thrust. Squishing and smacking noises from our joined bodies. My lungs were screaming for oxygen. Millie was squeaking and quivering beneath me... her eyes clinched closed. Her fingernails digging into my chest. Her fists full of my chest flesh. It was painful, but tolerable.

Still fucking my lover... In strangled, drawn out words between staccato breaths, my lover...

"You're... fuckin' me... out......... Oh... my... God... You're... fuckin' me... so-oooo...... GOOD!!!" Her last word... sharp... very loud... abbreviated.

Her words were encouragement to me. I continued pounding at her pussy. Wheezing breaths into her sexy, curly hair. My eyes closed, concentrating on controlling my body to screw Millie. My dick was becoming painful from the orgasm I had. It was sensitive.

Millie's orgasm was violent. She managed to free her hands and arms from beneath me. Wrapping her arms around my back, she was raking her fingernails down my back. Howling a long screech from her lips with each contraction of her pussy. Slapping at my flesh, as her pussy punished my dick. Her orgasm complete...

Millie began pushing at me, as though she wanted me to roll away. I did. Lying next to Millie in my bed, my chest was heaving violently for oxygen. I managed to turn my head toward my lover... she too was straining, and heaving, for oxygen. Her petite hand softly caressing her pussy. Her other hand... fingers through her hair. Caressing her cheek and neck. Her tiny titties were exotic. Her nipples like tiny bullets. Her skin, very flush... from her titties to her cheeks... A hot pink color. Her beautiful curly, strawberry blonde hair... Hyper tangled.

My back began to hurt a little. From the scratches. Then, I felt something wet on my back. And, then on my chest. I managed to roll from my bed, turned, and...

Blood.

On the sheets. I touched my chest and blood stained my fingertips.

My little tigress drew my blood. I think this may have been a first for me. A woman drawing my blood. I towered over my lover. She was still attempting to regain her sanity as she gently pawed her pussy with both hands. Her eyes still disappearing into her skull. I reentered my bed, on my belly. My lips... an inch, or two, from my lover. Her eyes still closed. My whisper...

"You're amazing."

Millie slowly turned her head toward me... "Kiss me, David."

I did. A soft, gentle touch on the lips with mine. A few seconds went by...

"You're more than amazing," she offered. She seemed to struggle to utter her words.

"You drew blood, Baby. I'm gonna need your help to clean up my back."

"Mmm," she replied. Her eyes disappeared again. "OK."

It took her a couple of minutes to recover. I kissed her collarbone. Her little nipples. Her tummy. Her well-trimmed pubic hair. Her hand. Her shoulder. Her neck. All soft kisses.

Millie cleaned up my back, and my chest, telling me she was sorry.

"You're teammates are gonna see that," she giggled, as she applied alcohol, on a cotton ball to the cuts and scratches. "There's seven scratches, about five inches long on your back. What are you gonna tell them?"

I stood from the chair and faced my lover...

"That my girlfriend marked me as her own." Millie returned a sassy grin that told me... "That's right, Lover."

Damn she's sexy. Treating my cuts fully nude. Her hair a messy mess, she's still sexy with those brown eyes and that fantastic smile.

I dressed to leave for the stadium about 1 pm. I would stop and get something to eat on the way to the stadium. Millie watched me get ready for the game against the Twins. Wearing a sexy robe, and letting the top part show her tiny tits, when she turned, or bent over.

There was no break from our travel from Tampa, the night before. Millie told me she would be going to work at 6 pm. Working the 12 hour night shift at the hospital. For now, she's a cover nurse. Taking shifts when other nurses are on vacation, or call in sick. Her shifts can be day, night, or weekends.

Helen still hadn't returned from her parents' home, as I passionately kissed my lover goodbye, in the living room. I love kissing Millie. Her passion for me seems to be growing. In a good way.

And, my passion for her is growing, too.

*****

I was still dressing in the locker room, after the thrashing the Royals gave the Twins.

The score... 12-1.

Donald went 5 for 6. I had two home runs, and two singles, in six at bats.

Every starter had at least one hit. Many had two hits. The Royals pitching was fantastic. Only four hits all night.

I was pulling my jeans over my hips, and Donald took a seat beside me. When I sat down, to pull my boots on...

"I think Millie is the first time you've stolen a woman from me," he chuckled.

"About damn time," I groaned, with a cocked grin. "I lost count on the number of women you've taken from me. I hope it's a fuckin' trend." We both laughed.

"And, Helen," he offered, with a pause. I looked at him with furled brows. "I've known her for over two years now, and she wouldn't give me the time of day. But, she wouldn't give any of us the time of day. All business." Donald gestured to our teammates in the locker room. I nodded. "Then, you show up. She watches you like a hawk. Every move you make, and has, 'that,' look. You know. The look a woman has when she likes someone."

I shook my head, stood, turned to my locker, and grabbed my shirt... "I suppose I don't know what the... 'look'... looks like," I chuckled. "It could have been, Mr. Observant... that she was married." I pushed an arm through my shirt. Donald stood next to me.

"She was married when she was checking you out, David. She was literally undressing you with her eyes."

"So what," I groaned. I began buttoning my shirt... facing my brother.

"So what," he retorted. "This is the first time you've got two women on your arms. And... you're they're roommate. I'm trying to figure out what's happen to you, for this to happen all at once."

"I'm amazed, too. But, I'm not gonna try to analyze it. I'm gonna enjoy it while I can. I like both of them. And... I expect... someday... one, or both, will come to me and tell me they've moved on with someone else."

"I doubt it," Donald quipped. He took me into a brotherly hug, like we had done all our lives. His whisper into my ear... "Those two girls are in love with you." He released me, and turned for the exit... "I'll see you at batting practice tomorrow."

I stood there in stunned silence, as I watched Donald leave the locker room.

Love me?

*****

I opened the garage door and stepped into the house.

It was nearly 1 AM. Not unusual for baseball players to get home so late after a night game. Earlier, I stopped at Waffle House and got midnight breakfast, before driving home. I would get up around 11, or 12 noon. Eat, study scouting reports, and leave for the stadium... for batting practice, light weight lifting, and fielding practice. Run a few stadium steps... not many, though.

A light, left on in the kitchen, for me to see. I looked at the closed door of Helen's bedroom and I couldn't see any light coming from under the door. I made for my room.

I was fully undressed for bed, and as I slipped under the sheets, Helen appeared. In her oversized pajamas. She stood by my bed, and extended her hand...

"Come on," she offered, in a sleepy voice. "When you come home, you come to my bed when Millie isn't here. I will always want to cuddle with you when we sleep."

As I left the bed, Helen fell into my arms. Standing on her toes, her arms around my neck, her pajama covered titties pressing against my hairy chest. Kissing me for a few moments. A welcoming kiss. She took my hand and turned for the door.

That told me no sex. And, I really didn't want any sex with Helen. I was exhausted from Millie... from early yesterday morning. Plus, I knew Helen was going to work in the morning. If she disturbed my sleep, getting ready for work, I would go to my room.

I slipped into bed, and took Helen into a cuddle. A spoon cuddle. My arm around her torso below her breasts. I kissed her neck... and cheek. I don't remember when I went to sleep, because it was quick. I woke the next morning. No Helen. Sunshine peering at the edges of the window blinds. I picked up my watch on the night stand... 10:55 am. Helen had been long gone, and she didn't disturb me when she rose to get ready for work.

I made for my bedroom and Millie greeted me when I passed the kitchen. Standing on her toes, and slithering her tongue through my molars. It was a fantastic kiss.

"You had a great night, last night," she chirped, referring to my play at the first home game of the season.

"I did." I kissed her a quick kiss on the lips. "Come on... I have to get ready. Do you want to go to lunch with me?"

I didn't have to ask twice. She split for her bedroom, to change out of her hospital clothes. At the sandwich, soup, and salad shop, a few blocks from the house, I listened to Millie recount her night shift. Millie is a hyper-certified, and experienced, ER nurse. And, I understand, makes big bucks for it, as a contract employee. Mostly car accidents, heart attacks, and strokes, the previous night, and early morning. Sad news, an elderly woman passed from heart failure.

Millie was chipper and sprite, considering she had been up since 5 pm the previous day. It was 11:30 am now. And, she was covering a vacationing, night shift ER nurse for the next two weeks. After we ate, I couldn't help it.

I reached across the table and took her hand. Pausing for a moment to admire the slender femininity of her hand. I looked to her face and was greeted with one of the happiest smiles I've ever seen. I began...

"Would it be too much, Millie, to tell you I have feelings for you?"

"Oh, Baby," she happily sighed. She reached across the table, with her other hand, and gently touched my cheek. "I have feelings for you, too, David."

"I have to tell you, Millie." I paused. "I have OCD, and... I'm the most unromantic man on the planet."

She giggled... "I know. Helen told me." She giggled some more.

"And, here's the problem. I have feelings for Helen, too."

"And, you have another problem," she offered, with a sly smile. "Helen has feelings for you, too, and... you haven't told her about your feelings, just like you did with me. She's gonna be pissed if she finds out, what you just told me."

"And, there's another problem." I swallowed hard, for my next words. But... Millie stepped on my words...

"You don't know how to handle two women who love you."

Millie's declaration of love, hit me between the eyes, and my eyes began spinning in circles... 100 miles per hour.

After a few awkward moments... "Is that what I'm feeling, Millie? That I love you?"

"It could be," she replied, in a matter of fact way. Damn, she is so pretty, right now. Her big sexy, shoulder length, curly hair, and brown eyes, are killing me. "Let's not analyze it, too much, David. Like you do with pitchers." She laughed hard at her comment. I laughed, too. Then... "Does your mind wonder, David? For just a few minutes. Say, um... in the dugout last night. Did you think about me, instead of the pitcher's curve ball?"

I blinked. More than once.

"I did," I whispered. "I did think of you. About, how I missed you while I was gone, at spring training... and how it felt in my chest. And, how much I wanted to be home with you, and Helen."

Millie took both my hands into hers... "You only have one more thing to do, David. That's to tell me how you really feel."

She was right. I do love her and I should tell her. I was... afraid. She may not feel the same towards me. But now, I know.

"I love you, Millie. Very much. I... think of you often. It's something new to me, thinking of a woman that I want to be near. That's how I feel about you. I want to be with you, and it hurts to be away so much."

An awkward pause...

"This is when you kiss me, David." She sounded a little annoyed.

I slipped out of the dining booth, offered my hand to her to stand, and took her into my arms. Right there in the sandwich shop.

I kissed her.

I tried my best for this kiss to be different. For it to be memorable. For both of us. A few moments later, our kiss broken. Her arms still around my neck. Standing on her toes. Pressing her slender body into mine. Her lips just millimeters from mine. My whisper...

"I love you."

*****

For the first time this season, we were about to lose a game.

That fucker on the mound was pitching a shutout! A three hit shutout! And...

Donald and I were hitless!

Bottom of the ninth.

Twins 3. Royals 0.

As Sanchez left the on-deck circle for the right side of the plate, I stepped out of the dugout, and made for the on-deck circle. My mind wasn't on baseball...

Millie lectured me, on the way back home, that I needed to make a lunch date with Helen. For tomorrow. And tell her I love her. Just like I did with Millie. If I didn't do it tomorrow, Helen would never forgive me when she found out about me and Millie.

"How do I cope with loving two women, Millie? I think I've gone and fucked myself."

"No you haven't," she snipped. "Helen and I aren't jealous lovers, when it comes to you. We've discussed it already. Both of us love you, and both of us have agreed not to be jealous of the other, because..." She squeezed my hand was we held hands on the center console of my truck. "We know you, David. And, we both love you. We don't mind sharing you with the other. And..." She touched my cheek and I quickly looked to her. "Telling us you love us, doesn't mean you have to marry us." I nodded and looked back to the road, and traffic. "I've had three different men, tell me they love me... and two have offered marriage." I blinked as I made a left turn. "I can love someone and not marry them. I still love my past lovers, David. But, I don't want to marry them."

As I drove down the major street toward our house...

"So... you're telling me, it's OK to love you, and not feel guilty if another woman caught my attention."

"It is, but I hope it doesn't happen. I have very strong feelings for you. My feelings for you are different."

I pulled into the driveway and placed the truck in park...

"I hope it doesn't either. But, I'm nearly certain, I'm going to struggle to manage two lovers... equally. If, that's possible."

"I don't know, Baby. " She leaned across the console and kissed my lips... briefly. "All three of us are gonna have to take it, one day at a time."

She kissed me again. Putting her hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into her lips. Her sexy tongue and lips gently dueling with mine. Our kiss broken...

"Now... you call Helen. Right now, and make a lunch date with her tomorrow. And, you tell her how you feel. Just like you did with me."

"OK," I whispered.

From my truck, I watched Millie wiggle her sexy, and tiny, ass into the house and close the door.

I picked up my phone and dialed Helen...

"Strike three... you're OUT!"

I shook my head from my uncontrolled thoughts. I took two more practice swings, and headed to the left side of the plate. Passing an angry Sanchez, returning to the dugout.

No one on. Two outs.

I stepped into the box, took two swings, and faced my adversary. The thought of Mason getting me out, on three curve balls tonight, got my adrenaline flowing. I hate grounding out to the infield. I struggled to keep a clear mind, because of the adrenaline dump. But, I was determined, not to let that nasty curveball he had, take me down again.

I took the first pitch as a strike. Fastball.

The second pitch, a fastball, I swung and missed. On purpose.

Then, having seen his curveball, three times, previous... I waited. And sure enough, he threw it.

That fuckin' pitch came in high... I quickly side-stepped to the very front of the batter's box and...

CRACK!

There is no other feeling, better, than to make solid contact to a baseball, with a wooden bat. The jolt caresses every nerve in your body, and it's like a drug. The sound of the ball leaving the bat, equally addicting. You have to have it again.

I briefly sprinted half way to first, but I knew it was gone. The crowd roar entered my ears. Causing the nerves in my spine to tingle. I watched the ball land solidly on the concourse of the party deck, beyond the right field fence, bounce three stories into the air, and disappear behind the party deck concession building.

I rounded the bases and was greeted by my brother at home plate. High fives to my brother, and teammates, and back to the dugout. The crowd still roaring and chanting my name. We were still losing, though.

I stepped from the dugout and tipped my hat to an adoring fanbase. The roar curdled my blood. It was emotional.

We still lost. 3-1. McKinnon out on an infield grounder to end it.

Later, I found out from Clint Stevens, that my home run was only the fourth to leave the stadium on one bounce. The other three, by one other man.

James Young.

The absolute King of the Royals.

The fact that I took a fantastic curve ball, from a great pitcher, and made a memory for the fans...

It was emotional.

And... I felt good about my abilities.

And... I killed Mason's shutout.

*****

I opened the door to Big Mike's.

I had heard of this place from my teammates. A downtown Kansas City institution.

My lover slipped past me and stepped aside as I entered the diner and sports bar. I took a quick look around and made for an empty dining booth... third from the back on the right side. Holding my lover's hand, I made a quick assessment of the photographs on the back wall. Prominent among the photos, was James Young. His arm around a taller man. Huge smiles on both of them. I could see Young's signature on the photo.

Helen sat down on one side and I took my seat across from her. I smiled. Happy to be in her presence. I offered my hand across the table and she cheerfully took it into hers.

"Thank you for the lunch date," I began.

"You're welcome," she offered. "Does it have anything to do with your lunch date with Millie, yesterday?"

"Yes," I asserted. "I'm doing my best to let you know, that I care for you."

Helen was about to speak, when our waitress appeared, and greeted us.

"Welcome to Big Mike's," she chirped. "My name is Chloe, and..... thank you, Mr. Brantley." She paused, and giggled. "I don't know which one you are, though." She laughed.

"Recognized again, by another Royals fan," I faux, groaned. "My name is David, and this is my girlfriend, Helen."

Chloe gave Helen a fantastic, and welcoming smile... "Hi, Helen. I've seen you here before, but this is the first time I've waited your table."

Helen cheerfully greeted Chloe, and Chloe took our drinks order. Iced tea for me... lemon water for Helen.

"Been here before?" I inquired, with faux, hurt feelings.

"I have," she replied. Holding my hand ever more firmly. "Mostly with the girls from work. A couple of times with a man... or two." She wiggled a sassy eyebrow at me.

I arched my eyebrows. And, she giggled.

"Just one other man, David," she confessed, with a subdued voice. "The one who didn't tell me he was married."

I nodded.

I asked about her work. I asked about her, and Millie... Still fuckin' each other, which I suspected. I have to admit, it's sexy to see those two in each other's arms, during their passions.

Our lunch eaten, we were interrupted by...

Big Mike.

Chloe apparently told him I was here. He cheerfully greeted Helen.

Big Mike Quinn.

Six three, and a big man. Not fat... Just big. Cheerful, booming voice. Small talk about the Royals, I offered to sign a baseball for him. I had one in my truck, parked a few yards away.

"I would rather have a photo, David. With you and me. Here in Big Mike's. To put it on the wall, here." He gestured to the wall of photos.

"Of course," I quickly replied.

Chloe took several photos of us with her phone, and Big Mike shook my hand. A firm, happy grip.

"The next time you stop by, David, you can sign the photo on the wall."

"I will."

I sat across from Helen. Ready for my confession of love. I took both her hands into mine. I caught her by surprise, but then... a smile grew big on her lips.

"Helen," I began. "I'm clumsy as a mule, but... I need to tell you something."

She answered me with her sexy smile. Her super dark eyes tugging at my soul. Her super black hair glistening in the restaurant light.

"I have feelings for you, that I haven't had before. Feelings that cause me to think of you often. Ever since I moved into your house, and while I was in Arizona."

For some reason, I could read Helen like a book, in that moment. Her expression told me she knew exactly what I was trying to do. I gulped and blinked.

"Helen... I love you."

"Oh Baby," she whispered, as she squeezed my hands. "I love you, too."

The dork I am, I absolutely had nothing to say. It was like my brain turned off the electricity. So... I just said something stupid.

"I don't know what to do, now."

Helen had a good laugh on me. Just a couple of seconds worth. Then...

"This is where you kiss me, David."

Just like Millie had to remind me of the same, the previous day, I really did feel like a dork. I was embarrassed I wasn't learning very well.

I stood, offered a hand to Helen to stand with me, and I took her into my arms. Pressing her into my chest. Her arms around my neck... standing on her toes... her tongue and lips, lovingly dueling with mine. Then...

Mild applause from behind us.

I could feel my skin turning red and hot. I made to break our kiss, but Helen kept me in place... forcefully. For just a few seconds, more. We broke our kiss and I turned to face the patrons and staff...

"Well, thank you. I don't blame any of you, because... I just can't help kissing someone who is so pretty. Don't you think?" I gestured to Helen with my hand.

We received a greater applause. Then... from the other side of the bar, a woman...

"YOU'RE PRETTY, TOO, DAVID!"

I could feel my face turned 20 shades of red. And Helen didn't help any. She began laughing. Really fuckin' hard.

On the way back to Helen's office, I confessed, I really didn't know what to do, considering I was living with, and in love, with two women.

"I don't want you to be someone, you're not," Helen began, as she squeezed my hand over the center console of my truck. "Be yourself, David. That's the person I'm in love with. Millie feels the same." She giggled, then laughed...

"Even if you do something stupid, to piss one of us off."

The kiss I received in front of the main branch of Missouri Valley National Bank...

Sexy. The sexy kiss I have come to expect from Helen.

*****

I watched, from the dugout, my brother crush a ball over the shortstop's leaping reach.

The Astros shortstop didn't have a chance. The ball raced to the left center field fence, so fast, I feared the grass would catch fire. The left fielder misjudged the bounce from the fence, but the center fielder was there to back him up. He turned and rifled the ball to second to keep my brother on first.

Over the last few years, the Royals and the Astros, had developed a rivalry. Each team, getting the best of the other, although the two teams were in separate divisions in the AL.

As I had come to expect, my thoughts traveled back to home. Where my lovers were likely...

Making out. Or...

Watching TV. Or...

Exchanging gossip from work. Or...

Listening to the Royals on the radio. Internet radio.

One thing frustrated me, was I hadn't any sex with Helen, since my return from spring training. Her schedule and mine weren't compatible, unless it was a weekend. I still had to play games on weekends, but she was off on weekends.

And, Millie was now on a day schedule, at another hospital. She felt she would be there for a while. Covering the shift for a nurse, who was now, a new mother.

And, on top of that... after starting the season undefeated, and after losing that game to the Twins, we lost 6 out 8 for the remainder of the home stand in Kansas City. Donald and I were doing well in the field, and at the plate, but... Our teammates appeared to be in a fielding, and batting slump.

Five fielding errors in the last three games. All losses. And, our teammates were hitting no better than.227 as a whole. Our teammates just couldn't get on base for me and Donald to bring them in for runs.

I called the girls every day. To let them know I loved them. To catch up with their activities and work. But...

I'm pretty sure those two were sleeping around with others. Which, I didn't mind. It's like Millie said... "Just because you love someone, doesn't mean you have to marry them." I think that's her quote. I'm probably wrong, though.

While I spoke with Helen on the phone, last Saturday, from Detroit, I could hear Millie having an orgasm in the background. It was muted, and sounded in the distance, but I'm pretty sure it was Millie cumming hard. Later, Helen told me, Millie had been bringing a male nurse home from the hospital. Unlike Helen, Millie didn't have a problem with screwing married men... or women. Which was the case with the married Luke.

I watched as Boone hit a fly ball to left for the final out with the Astros in Houston. Leaving my brother on first base. Looking at the score board was depressing.

Astros 8 Royals 1.

And...

The Astros win moved us into second place in the AL Central. One game behind the Detroit Tigers.

*****

Finally.

Helen had her legs around me like scissors, as I kissed, slurped, licked, and sucked her nipple. Reclining in front of her and resting on my elbow. My lips lined up with her sexy tits.

Her hand on the back of my neck. Pulling me into her sexy breast. Humming and cooing from her throat and lips. Slurred words from her lips, to let me know I was doing this right.

"I've missed you," she slurred, into the top of my head. "I can't believe it's been so long." I didn't dare take my mouth from her tittie, or else get a snappy... "Don't stop," from my lover. Her tits are fantastic.

"Put a finger inside me, Baby," came her whimpering request. Her breath on the top of my head. As I nibbled her stiff nub, I moved my middle finger to her moist and aromatic entrance... "Oh fuck, yes!" She wheezed into my shoulder as I wiggled my middle finger inside her very wet, very sloppy pussy. My teeth, still gently biting my lover's stiff little nub. It didn't last long...

Helen, with both hands, pulled on my neck, she fell backward onto her bed... "Fuck me up, David. You're so sexy, Baby, " she whimpered... an urgent tone on her lips. Hovering above my lover, I reached for the JoJo, stroked my dick a few times with a lubricated hand, pointed my dick at her slippery entrance, leaned forward into waiting arms and...

"Ho-ly... fuck," she slurred, drawing out her first word, as my needy dick slithered through the length of her pussy. Her eyes closed, as our lips touched. "Oh gawd, I've missed you," she mumbled, into my lips. Mumbling other words into our kiss. With that, she immediately began bumping her pubis against mine.

I know that signal.

Fuck me.

Her tight pussy squeezing my dick, immediately brought back fantastic memories. I closed my eyes to concentrate on giving my lover the best I could. I lifted my hips and pushed forward. A slow, and rhythmic, thrust rate. Helen responded immediately.

Her arms around my neck and back. Pulling me into her torso and smashing her gorgeous tits against my chest. An erotic feeling, her tits against me. In just moments...

Helen wheezed. Squeaked. Whined. Whimpered. Moaned. Mumbled. Groaned. And, wailed into the side of my neck, as my dick short stroked her pussy. Her pussy was undulating on my dick, and it was driving me insane. I feared I would cum before my lover. I conjured up my will to overcome my primal instincts. No more than a minute...

"Oh Baby," she squeaked. In a drawn out crescendo... "I'm cumming. Oh gawd, I'm cumming right now!"

And she did.

Her arms gave me a crushing bear hug. She quaked beneath me. Her pussy contracted. Many times. I pushed through her orgasm, continuing to fuck her. Within seconds, she was offering a muted squeal into my shoulder. Her orgasm was brief...

She began pushing at me. Grabbing at my neck and kissing me urgently. Mumbling words into my lips, telling me how sexy I am.

I adjusted my position, without withdrawing from her slippery folds. My hands and arms bracing me on the mattress beside her. Hovering above her as I lengthen the rhythmic thrusts I was giving her.

Helen responded by grabbing my upper chest. Her fingernails drilling into my flesh. Her neck arched toward me. Her eyes in stunned surprise. Her titties wiggling on her chest in response to my thrusts. Oh, gawd I hope my primal brain doesn't overcome my focus, because of Helen's titties. Her titties are so erotic right now. It was then, Helen fell back into the mattress, grabbed the sheets with her fists, and began gently quivering. As her orgasm consumed her, I continued fucking her. Hovering above her. Enamored with her wiggling titties. Still in the throes of her orgasm... in a strained, and drawn out voice...

"Oh gawd, I don't want it to stop."

So... I didn't stop.

Over the next two minutes, I fucked two more orgasms out of her. Her last orgasm, she stopped breathing. Her face turned red, along with her upper chest and neck. Quivering gently beneath me. The sight of her quivering tits...

"Fuck!" I roared.

On my knees, I righted myself and flipped Helen onto her tummy like a toy doll. Pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs, and lined my dick up with her pussy. I pushed forward, placing a hand on the small of her back, and a hand on her shoulder, as my dick was fully consumed by her velvety tunnel.

I began arcing my waist and hips to begin an aggressive long stoke of my dick through her sloppy pussy. With each forward thrust, my pubis and thighs slapping my lover's tight, sexy, and perky, ass with a loud crack.

I needed to cum. Really bad. My primal brain obtained absolute control of my body. My rational thoughts left the bedroom. I wished I could've fucked her for hours, but my primal brain would have none of it.

With each thrust I applied to Helen, my selfish need became more intense. Her pussy was just too damn tight. I briefly heard Helen screaming into a pillow. After that...

It was all me. Nothing else mattered.

It didn't last long. Maybe ten... or fifteen thrusts. I began wailing like an injured animal. Groans from my throat... "Oh, Fuck." Several times.

Just as I was about to deliver my cum to my lover's pussy...

Millie stood by the side of the bed. Pulling her hospital shirt over her head. Flipping it across the room and shaking out her big curly hair. After that... I roared...

"I'm cumming in your pussy!"

I was paralyzed, as my pelvic muscles ejected the cum from my tiny slit. The first three contractions... ecstasy. My dick fully consumed by my lover. My orgasm fully consuming my mind and body. Mini-orgasms, and I finally regained a rational thought.

I collapsed onto my lover. My full weight. I couldn't move. I strained for oxygen.

From below me... a mumble...

"I love you."

As much as I wanted to respond with my own words of love, my brain, and body, rebelled. It seemed like hours, but it was only seconds, I righted myself to my knees. Moved to beside Helen and fell on my back. Turning my head toward her...

"I love you, Helen. You're amazing."

Helen replied by cuddling into my side and chest. Her tits pressed into my torso. Her head resting on my upper chest and shoulder. Her fingers... slowing grooming the hair on my upper chest...

"It was worth the wait," she whispered.

Right then, a fully nude Millie, crawled into bed, and began slowly licking and slurping the cum from my semi-flaccid dick... and my balls.

I grabbed her big hair and gently tugged for her to come to me. On the left side of me... opposite from Helen, Millie rested on an elbow, her head hovering above mine. She leaned forward and kissed me. I caught a fantastic glimpse of her sexy brown eyes before she closed them for our kiss. My left hand slithered its way through her thick curly hair and grabbed the back of her neck. Pulling her into my lips. Our tongues gently dueling. Our lips, softly touching.

I needed to piss bad.

"Gotta get up and go," I whispered, after breaking our kiss.

Millie rolled from the bed... I kissed Helen quickly... rolled from the bed and made for Helen's bathroom. I lifted the toilet lid and let loose. A firm stream that made a loud splash.

Not two seconds later...

"You two are something else," Millie began, as she stepped in beside me. My urine causing an echo from the toilet. "I come home from work, and you two are in full on passion. I love it when Helen cums. Don't you?"

"I do," I replied, as I watched Millie step closer, watching my dick piss into the toilet. Without a word, she took my dick into her hand and lifted mine away.

"I love doing this," she whispered. "Especially with you."

"It's the first time," I replied. I was kinda surprised. Never has a woman watched me go to the restroom. I briefly wondered if she would be present when I took a dump.

"I know. But you're different." She aimed my dick a little to the right, then looked up to me. I arched both eyebrows. Her whisper... "Surprised?"

"I am."

"I love the feel of your cock in my hand. It's so heavy, even when you're normal."

"You do this often?" I asked, as my bladder was becoming empty.

"Yeah," she replied, as she watched the last of my urine leave my body. "I feel closer to my lover's when I do this with them. You're different though. You're dick is thick. Not too thick though. All my other lovers don't have the thickness you have. It's good for me. You're thickness. It's... perfect."

She squeezed my dick and pulled my skin toward the tip, to let the last of the urine dribble into the toilet.

"I've never had anyone help me go to bathroom."

She laughed, pulled me away from the toilet, stood on her toes, threw her arms around my neck, pressed her tiny titties into my hairy chest, and kissed me. I automatically pulled her into my body. A hand on her back... A hand on her ass. After several seconds of gentle kissing... her sexy brown eyes, just millimeters away, entering my soul... her whisper...

"I'm horny and I want you."

*****

Before Millie and I had a go at one another, the three of us took on a fruit and vegetable tray, in the kitchen. I was hungry. While I watched the two sexy women discuss their day, I reflected on my day, before Helen hauled my ass into her bedroom.

It was an early Saturday afternoon game with the Oakland A's. A fast game. Just three hours. The score...

Royals 2, A's 1.

Lots of innings with three up, and three down, for both teams. A pitchers' duel by both teams. I got a hit, but that was it. With a man on first, Donald crushed a homerun over the left field fence in the 5th. Sending it into the seventh row of fans.

The A's scored a run in the 7th, on a double to the right field corner... with a runner on first. The runner scored from first, because there were two outs and he was running on contact. He blistered those bases, too. Crossing home plate standing up.

The game tomorrow, I anticipate will be similar. A pitcher's duel. Both the Royals and the A's have fantastic pitching.

I closed my eyes and recalled Helen kissing me goodbye, early this morning, before I left for Kaufmann. Her whisper, before I released her hand for the front door...

"I'm going to my parents' this morning, then I'll be waiting for you when you come home." She paused and kissed me... quickly. "It's been too long, David. Our schedules have kept us apart. Finally, a day game... so I can see you before dark."

"What are you thinking about?" came a sharp tone, from across the kitchen.

I opened my eyes... Millie giving me an arched eyebrow and a cocked head.

"I'm thinking about my lovers."

"Bullshit," she snapped. "You're thinking about the game today. And, the one for tomorrow."

I quickly finished my thought about Helen, before I replied. I needed the moment.

Helen met me in the living room when I returned from the stadium. Wearing a ripped, light gray, cropped t-shirt, and... very tight, very sexy, high waisted black leggings. Her bra straps exposed by her shirt.

Damn, her figure is hot. Raging fire hot.

She leapt from the couch and right into my arms. I received the kiss I had come to expect.

"Why me, Helen?" I began. "I'm not romantic, nor, am I ever here for you. I saw you more when we were working for the same employer."

"Shush," she whispered, as she took my cheeks into her hands. "I love you, because... You're kind. You're quiet... most of the time." She giggled. "You're not boastful, or cocky, like most ball players. You try, David... Sometimes awkwardly, but you do try to be considerate of me. And, Millie, too." She kissed me again. A quick peck. "Yes... you think of baseball... a lot." She giggled again. "But, your passionate with your talents. And, you bring those same passions to me, and Millie. You treat us with respect. We love you for it."

"OK," I whispered.

"And," she offered, with a sassy tone. "It doesn't hurt, one bit, when you happen to be the best looking man I've ever been with." She ran her fingers through my hair. "You're wavy, black hair... closely cropped on the sides, is sexy. You're super dark eyes are sexy." She took me into her arms, and lay her head on my chest. "You're a big man. You're arms and legs are like huge tree branches. Your chest is so big, I can't touch my hands on your back, when I hug you. You take care of your body for your work. Powerful chest and abs. Sexy ass. I'm a small woman, and I feel so small when I'm in your arms. I feel... dominated. Not in a bad way, but a good way. I feel safe in your arms. I'm... turned on, because you physically dominate me, just by holding me. I feel comfortable with you, David. Because you're so big." Without lifting her head from my chest... my arms around her. "I feel safe, and I feel sexy, because of your massive size. You're the first man, I've been attracted to, because of their athletic build." She paused and squeezed me. "I love being with you... right now."

"OK."

Five minutes later, I was on Helen's bed, with her legs scissoring my waist and torso... slurping on her sexy titties with my lips and tongue.

The next thing I knew, Millie was standing next to where I was sitting in the kitchen. Snapping me out of my wonderful thoughts of Helen. Squinting her eyes at me and giving me a slight "side-eye," leer.

"You're thinking of Helen, right now. OK... we're cool."

I blinked. Twice. Millie giggled at me.

"How in the hell do you know that?" I snapped.

Millie sat in my lap, and put her arm around my shoulders... her silky robe, wide open on her chest. I could see her tiny tittie.

"I'm never telling you, Baby. Me... knowing what you're thinking, will help me keep you close. It's my secret weapon. You're thinking, right now. How sexy I am with my small breasts. You love them, because their small."

"That's not the only thing I love about you," I groaned. I gave her a stern leer into her sexy brown eyes.

"I know," she whispered. She leaned over, pulled on my chin, and kissed me. "We'll talk about my eyes, and hair, after you fuck me out."

I looked to Helen for confirmation about Millie's revelation.

"I know, David." Helen answered my silent question... Leaning against the counter top. "I can be in the living room. Thinking how much I miss you, when you're on the road. And, if I get horny, thinking of you, Millie appears out of know where, and sits next to me. Telling me she misses you, too."

I couldn't believe my ears.

"I stopped trying to figure it out, David. We comfort each other... sexually, because of you. And, Millie knowing what I want from her, makes the sex even better."

I blinked. Three times. The next thing I knew, Millie had me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.

*****

Millie had her legs around me in a scissors.

In her bed.

Just like it began with Helen, earlier in the evening. Lying on my side, propped by my elbow. My lips at her breast.

It was dark outside, now.

I nibbled her tiny nub.

I briefly thought about Millie reading my thoughts and... how I would respond to it. Also... I really love sucking on Millie's tits now.

"I love it, too, Baby," Millie slurred, into the top of my head. Her hand on the bed to stabilize her... the other around the back of my neck. Holding me in place as I slurp on breasts... "I love it when you suck my nipples. Helen taught me, you know. This position for sucking nipples. We do it to each other, too."

I groaned an "affirmative" in my throat. Imaging the two women... the two lovers... going at each other. On that thought, I sucked her entire tittie into my mouth. Rubbing the tiny nub against the roof of my mouth with my tongue.

Millie's arousal. The scent from her pussy. Was beginning to enter my nostrils and effecting my primal brain. Her whisper...

"My clit is so hard, right now." She pulled on my chin, and her breast popped out of my mouth. She kissed me. Slightly aggressive. Whimpering and moaning into my throat. Mumbling into my mouth...

"When you suck my nipples, it sets my clit on fire." She slurped on my lips. She took my free hand and place my middle finger on her little, stiff clit.

Millie was right. Her little nub was stiff and hard. I gently wiggled the pad of my finger against it, and...

She wheezed a long moan into my mouth during our kiss. Holding my hand in place against her tiny nub of nerves. A few seconds later... Millie's urgent whisper...

"Put your finger inside me."

I took my middle finger and placed it at her moist entrance. She stiffen in anticipation. I pushed and...

"Holy fuck" she slurred, as my finger slipped through her soft and velvety folds. Her forehead on my shoulder. Her arm around my neck and shoulders. Her fingers clamped around my wrist, to hold my hand in place. She pulled her head from my shoulder and looked me in the eye. Just millimeters away. If I didn't know any better, her expression told me... agony. Her whisper...

"Your finger is huge," she slurred. "Fuck me." She immediately kissed me. Slithering her tongue through my molars. Pushing her pussy against my hand.

Millie's pussy felt fantastic against my finger. Soft. Warm. Slippery. Firm. Muscular. Years ago, a former lover told me about the "G-spot." And, Grace guided me to hers.

That elusive patch of nerves, I'm told, that lives on the front side of a woman's pussy. Opposite of, or very close by, the clitoris. Over the years, my experiences with women, has taught me how to get closer and closer to the little spot. I hit Millie's on the first try.

She stiffen in front of me. In a strained whisper... her eyes closed...

"Yes...... Yes...... Yes." She repeated this, with each "come hither," motion of my finger. Seconds later, she ordered me to add another finger. With my ring finger, I complied with her order...

"Oh Holy fuck," she wheezed. Placing her forehead against mine. Wiggling her hips in a desperate attempt to fuck my hand. My two fingers. Slow at first, she gained momentum. She placed a hand on the back of my neck. Her other hand on my shoulder. To gain leverage. To lift her butt from the mattress, and fuck my hand. Aggressively. Gasping breaths from her lips with each forward thrust of her pussy. It lasted only a few seconds.

Millie wrenched herself from me... pushed on my chest to fall backward. Desperate determination on her face. Sexy. She mounted me like a horse, in just milliseconds. My stiff, throbbing, and needy dick was fully inside her pussy, and she whimpered as she lowered her body. Her hands at the top of my chest. Her eyes slitted... looking past me as though I wasn't there.

"You're so deep inside me, right now," she whispered. "If you were any thicker, I couldn't stand it. It's... perfect, Baby. You're perfect for me."

"I love you, Millie. You're amazing," I managed to say, because... her tight pussy had nearly taken my breath away. The feel of her pussy... the sensation of her pussy consuming my dick... sent shivers up and down my spine. Her pussy gained full, and absolute control of my primal brain. Curled my toes and stiffen the muscles in my legs and back.

As Millie lifted her hips to fuck me... her hands at the base of my throat... My eyes darted to her nipples, and tiny breasts. Her nipples... just a little larger than a quarter. Light brown. A little nub at the center... about one fourth of an inch long, and about as round, when aroused. What little breast flesh she possessed, wiggled... gently. My primal brain couldn't get enough of the sight.

Her ribs visible on her chest from her breasts to her neck. Erotic. Her slender neck. Sexy. Her slender body... her slender, and long arms and legs. Erotic. Her big, shoulder length, naturally curly, strawberry blonde hair... Gently bouncing on her head and shoulders as she fucked me. Also, erotic.

The thing about Millie is... she loves sex. And she's good at it. At least with me, she's good at. She loves fucking me, as much as I love fucking her.

Riding me like a horse, she fucked me. Slowly. Good. For about a minute. Wheezing and whining with each downward thrust of her pussy. Her sexy brown eyes disappearing into her skull. Her squeaks and moans... quivering in her throat. Her fingernails digging into the flesh of my upper chest... below my throat. My toes curling tighter. My fists, beside me, clinching the sheets. Difficulty in catching my breath. Millie's just too damn sexy. She takes my breath away.

"OH!" Millie sharply cried. She fell forward into my arms. Her lips on the side of my neck and shoulder. "Holy Fuck," she growled, into my neck. Her big ass hair across my face, and head. My arms involuntarily around her slender, tiny back. "Holy fuck," she whispered. She lifted her head and kissed me. "You make me cum so quickly, David." She wheezed and gasped to catch her breath. "You feel like your all the way into my lungs." Her forehead against mine, she lifted her hips for another thrust and...

"OhMyGod!" she screeched. "I'm cumming on your cock right now! OhMyGod! OhMyGod!"

Her pelvis pressed hard against mine. Real hard. Grinding against me. Forward and backward, her hips quaked, as she endured her orgasm. Her pussy contracting on my dick inside her. I pushed my primal thoughts to the side, and refused to cum into my lover. Her forehead against mine. Soft, feminine grunts from her throat as she submitted to her orgasm.

"Yes," I softly hissed, to encourage her. "I love when you come with me."

"Holy fuck," she whispered, as she regained control of herself. "I cum so fuckin' hard with you." I saw her eyes roll back... just for a few seconds. Then... she glared at me. Her hands on the pillow beside my head. Her sexy brown eyes piercing mine...

"Fuck me out," she ordered.

I grunted like an animal and wrapped my arms around her back... rolling over to be on top, and her on bottom. On my knees, her legs spread wide, I lined my dick up with her hairless pussy, and pushed forward. Millie began squeaking with each sharp breath she took. On my knees between her parted legs, I grabbed her right leg and bent it toward her. My hand on the back of her thigh, near her knee. I leaned forward, and placed my left hand on the mattress beside her. Millie began nodding her head and her eyes quivered in her sockets. She struggled for her words...

"Fuck me up, Baby."

Hovering above her, her words sent my primal brain the message it had been begging for. I began slow. A long forward thrust. In only seconds, the front of my thighs were slapping at Millie's legs with each rhythmic thrust... Thrusting forward with every second. My Millie...

Began whimpering... whining... squeaking... wheezing... mumbling... moaning... groaning.

Her hands. Pawing at my chest. My arms. My neck. My face. Her words were slurred mumbles. I did make out one mumble from her lips...

"Fuck it."

On the presumption, Millie meant her pussy... those words sent additional voltage to my primal brain. Overload voltage.

For the next minute, I fucked hard. Grunts from my throat with each thrust. My sweat leaving my face with each impact my pubis had with my lover. The droplets falling from my chin and lips, onto her sexy upper chest... her neck... her face.

By now, I was fucking her so hard, I moved her an inch, or so, across the mattress. Forcing her toward the headboard. I had to knee walk to maintain contact with Millie. She grabbed the sheets beside her to maintain her position. Then, Millie... in a high pitched crescendo...

"HERE CUMS NUMBER THREE!"

When I felt her pussy apply a death grip on my dick...

"YOUR PUSSY IS FUCKIN' TIGHT!"

I lost all rational contact with my lover. My balls contracted. My eyes rolled back and tapped my brain stem. My legs contracted into immovable logs. Cramps appeared between my shoulder blades. I couldn't breathe. I'm certain I made disgusting and gross sounds from my throat. My pelvic muscles squeezed the cum into my sexy lover. My primal brain relished, and bathed in the ecstasy.

My next rational thought found me totally collapsed onto my petite Millie. My full weight. My chest heaving aggressively against the chest of my lover. My breaths... inhales and exhales... filtered through the curly hair of my lover, as my face was buried into her sweet smelling, super thick hair. I briefly feared I would suffocate in my lover's arms.

Millie's pussy and hips gently humping at my rapidly dwindling dick inside her. Her arms around my back... her fingers gently caressing my skin. Soft coos from her lips into my shoulder. My brain, cleared of animalistic thoughts...

"I think you fucked me out," I offered my lover, as I lifted myself to hover above her. She was beautiful. Lying on the mattress with her curly hair haloed around her face.

"Oh no, Baby," she replied. Her soft, slender fingers caressing my neck. "Three orgasms." She took large breaths. "You definitely fucked me out."

I stood onto my knees and my dick slipped from the silky warm of Millie's pussy. I could see our combined cum leaking from her slit. Still on my knees before her, Millie leapt from her position, and took my dick into her mouth. Slurping the slimy coating. Taking a moment to pull my foreskin, and corona back, to enlarge my tiny slit. Sucking hard against it. I moaned loudly at the semi-painful sensation.

I grabbed Millie from under her arms and pulled her into my embrace. Kissing her. Both of us on our knees, her arms around my neck, her musky tongue dueled with mine.

Our kissed broken, I glared into her sexy brown eyes...

"I love you, Millie."

I went to the bathroom and took a leak. Then, as I went to the kitchen, I heard Millie leave her bed and go to the bathroom. I gulped four roast beef slices, a few cheese cubes, and a small glass of milk. I returned to Millie's room and found her fast asleep under the covers of her bed. I turned for Helen's bedroom and found her in the same state. In my room, I looked at my watch on the dresser... 10:23 PM.

I sat on the edge of my bed. Nodding my appreciation for the two fantastic, pretty, and sexy women, I have come to be with. Both smart. Both sexy. Both... amazing.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Baseball. Tomorrow... Sunday, another early afternoon game at home against the A's. Then, immediately leaving Kaufmann for the airport. Detroit. Pittsburgh. Cleveland. A week and a half from home. I stood, walked across the house to Helen's room, and crawled into her bed. Snuggling her into my arms.

Her sleepy, slurry whisper, as I pulled her into a cuddle... "Mmm, Baby. It feels wonderful to be in your arms." She went back to sleep immediately. And, I did, too.

I have this weird ability to wake without an external alarm. I think...

"5:30 AM," and I wake at that time. Plus or minus, a couple of minutes.

I quietly slipped out of Helen's bed, dressed, and drove to Hy-Vee's. A twenty four hour store, about three quarters mile away. I bought roses from the floral department. Pink for Helen. Deep red for Millie.

Back in the kitchen, I left a note of love to each of my lover's... next to the roses. Exercising great care, not to duplicate the words, or phrases. Desperately wanting to leave a unique note to each sexy woman. Back in my room...

I packed a travel bag. On road trips, Donald and I trade each trip to pick up the other, so only to have one vehicle left at Kauffman. Donald is picking me up in... umm... 5 minutes.

I grabbed my travel bag, my computer bag, my phone, and made for the living room. Setting my bags near the front door, I heard a soft noise in the kitchen. It had to be Millie. The early riser. Millie heard me enter the kitchen. Spinning around and facing me... with the note I left her, in her hand. Dressed in her hospital clothes.

"Baby," she whispered. "You said you weren't romantic."

"I'm trying to break the habit. I need to keep my lover's close. I figure, practice makes perfect."

Before I knew it, Millie was on me like a tick. Her arms around my neck, her body pressed into mine, standing on her toes. Kissing me. A lover's kiss. My arm around her back... pressing her body into mine. My hand on the back of her neck. My fingers tangled in her thick, sexy, curly hair.

Our tongues dueling gently. Our lips making love to one another.

Our kiss broken. Her eyes piercing mine...

"I love you, Millie," I began. "I'm awkward, I know. Especially with two women I'm in love with. But, you don't seem to mind. You... make me comfortable. I long for your presence."

Her whisper... just millimeters away... "I'm not buying the, unromantic thing, Brantley. You're doing it too well. For me, at least." She kissed me... briefly. "I love you, too, David. I feel comfortable with you, too." She hugged me. Firmly... hard. I returned the gesture. "I'm gonna miss you, Baby. You'll be careful when you play, OK?"

"I will," I whispered, still in our embrace. Then...

A soft knock on the front door. My brother. His turn to pick me up. After today's game in Kansas City, we're off for Detroit.

Millie took my hand and led me to the front door... "The flowers are beautiful. Thank you." I squeezed her hand in reply.

When I opened the door, Millie had her arm around my waist, standing beside me. And Donald...

A big ass smile on his face, when he saw the two of us together.

"You lucky prick," he groaned. Millie released me and hugged him.

"You take care of him for me." Her tone was an order to Donald. Donald...

"I've been taking care of his ass since childhood, Millie. If not for me, he would walk into closed doors, and fall into the mud." They both giggled.

Millie turned her back to Donald and kissed me once more. I felt Donald slip past us. After our kiss goodbye, Donald had my computer bag, and was making for his car.

"I'll be out in a minute," I called after him.

I turned for Helen's room. I was certain she was still asleep. But, I wanted to kiss her on the cheek. Or the forehead. Before I left. I crawled into her bed, and cuddled up behind her. I kissed her on the cheek.

"Mmm," came a sleepy reply. "I'm gonna miss you, Baby."

"I gonna miss you," I whispered. "I love you, Helen."

Helen turned in bed and faced me. Holding my face in her hands. She kissed me. A sleepy kiss.

"I love you, too, Baby. You'll call us?"

"I will."

On the way to Kauffman... Donald...

"I can't believe you've fallen into the company of two hot women."

I had to agree with him. Helen and Millie were a first for me.

"You know, the team knows you're living with them."

"I do."

Donald's car he won, as MVP of the World Series, is hot. C8 Z06 Corvette. He zips this thing through the traffic. The car looks hot. Sounds hot. Runs hot.

"Just between us," Donald began. "Have you ever done the two, at the same time?"

"Just once," I replied, as I watched the IHOP go by. "Before we moved in together. We've agreed to do it alone, with each other. For me, it's more intimate. Just having one. The three of us are lovers. Helen and Millie make out often. I'm tellin' ya... it's hot to see those two go at each other."

"You are a lucky prick," he groaned, as we left the exit for Kauffman.

Chapter 7

Bottom of the 3rd.

Cleveland.

Runner on third. Another on first. One out. The score... 0-0.

The Cleveland batter hit a shot to Donald's right, which he easily snagged and flipped to Larson on second, for an out. Larson... the Royals shortstop... a fantastic, elite shortstop... faked a throw to first, as though to get the double play. And...

The runner on third took the bait! Larson deked him!

"HE'S GOING!" I cried.

Like a bolt of lightning, Larson turned and rifled the throw to Boone, waiting in front of the plate for the throw. The Cleveland runner knew he would be out, so... he tried to delay the tag. The fucker! He was going to make us come to him for the tag. In the hopes the batter could turn first, for second. In the next few seconds...

I raced toward the runner, from behind. Boone, with the ball, raced toward him too... Watching the runner at first, to keep him from taking second. I heard Mossberg, the left fielder, yell at me he was backing me up. Ruger, the pitcher, backing up Boone. As Boone near the runner, the runner began trotting backward. Boone tossed it to me and I tagged the runner for...

"OUT!" the third base umpire cried. Before the out was called, I quickly turned toward second... prepared to throw to second.

Thankfully, the runner at first didn't make an attempt for second.

I walked to the mound with the ball, and met Ruger returning from home.

"No runs," I calmly offered.

"My fastball is suckin' ass today," he groaned, as I dropped the ball into his glove.

"Keep it low," I replied. I gestured to the fielders. "We'll take care of it."

"IF..." Ruger emphasized. "... I can keep it low."

"Just do it," I snapped, as I turned back for third.

Two called balls, and a 2-0 count later...

The batter took a swing and hit a sharp, one hop grounder to my left. I was nearly certain Larson wouldn't be able to get it. I laid out and caught the ball with the very tip of my glove. Lying face down on the dirt infield, I snapped to my feet and threw to first.

"OUT!"

It was close. From where I stood, it looked as though the runner was safe. The Cleveland manager came out of the dugout and wanted a review of the play. Donald was telling me, he thought I got him. Larson, too. Two minutes later...

The umpire pointed to first, and raised a fist over his head... "OUT!"

"Right again," my brother snapped, as he tapped my ass with his glove. Smart ass grin on his lips, while running for the visitor's dugout.

I left the field to "boos," from the local Cleveland fans. They weren't buying the review.

*****

The bottom of the eighth, and the last game with Cleveland.

Then, back to Kansas City.

The away series we had with Detroit, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland... 12 wins. 4 losses. Hopefully, add another win before we leave Cleveland. We were leading, 6-2.

My lovers...

While I'm away, it's difficult to coordinate a phone call with either of my lovers. It's either I get a voicemail, when I call, or vice versa with Helen and Millie. But... it's great to hear their voices on my phone, when they leave me messages. Earlier today, I received this voicemail message from Millie...

"Helen and I have a wonderful surprise for you when you come home. I checked the Royals schedule, and this Saturday, there's a night game with the Dodgers. You'll be leaving about 1, or 2, in the afternoon, like you always do. You'll have plenty of time before you leave to see the surprise we have for you. I love you so much, David. I can't wait for you to come home."

Hmm... surprise. "See" the surprise. I'm looking forward to it.

I was playing deep with no one on base. Two outs... like I said... bottom of the eighth.

On a 3-2 count, Heussner, with Cleveland, hit a line shot down the first base line into the corner of right field. Gilvary racing from right field to get the ball, bouncing around in the corner like a pin ball.

Now, Heussner runs like a gazelle. Leading the league in stolen bases. And Gilvary, doesn't have the greatest of throwing arms. I had already given Heussner a triple when I saw him round first, for second. But...

Gilvary got to the ball quickly, turned, and threw it to Donald, waiting in shallow right field for the cut off throw.

Like a ballerina... a single, fluid motion... as fast as lightning... Donald caught, turned, and threw the ball to me. It was... perfection.

Seeing the ball leaving Donald's hand, me on third waiting for the throw, the pitcher backing me up, Heussner halfway between second and third... There was no doubt...

I kept my eye on the ball to ensure I had a good tag on Heussner. Straddling the base with my back to home plate. I briefly heard the roar of the Cleveland crowd... believing... hoping... encouraging Heussner to make it safely to third.

I caught Donald's perfect throw. The impact between glove and ball, cracked the air. My glove moved only an inch to catch it. I brought my glove down low... and aimed my glove for the left shoulder, of a head first, sliding Heussner. My long left arm, touching his shoulder with my glove...

"OUT!"

It wasn't even fuckin' close. My tag stopped his slide dead. He still had four more inches to touch third with his right hand. Needless to add...

I caught hell from the home crowd. But...

Heussner dusted himself off and... "Great tag. I'll get you next time." He ran to his dugout before I could reply. So... I tossed the ball to the mound, and trotted off the field to the visitor dugout. As Donald and I met in the dugout... I offered...

"That throw was perfect. It was beautiful."

"Of course it was," my cocky brother replied... tossing his glove onto the bench. Grabbing his batting helmet and bat...

"Both of us are the best throwers on the team. Perhaps the League."

*****

It was late, and I was tired.

The road trip was over, and I was glad.

Helen had told me, weeks ago, to come to her bed at night, but I just couldn't. All I wanted to do was get out of my clothes, fall into bed, and sleep.

I just wanted sleep. And a lot of it.

Both my lovers' cars in the garage. I normally don't check their bedrooms for their presence. That would just be... creepy. For me, and them.

Their cars in the garage, didn't mean they were home. Helen and Millie have friends, and lovers. It wouldn't be unusual for them to stay the night elsewhere... particularly, Millie. I never ask my lovers about their friends and lovers. They tell me on their own. In Millie's case, Helen had sent me a Signal Message, while I was on the road, informing me, Millie was now fucking an intern she met, at the hospital. Helen, also writing, he was really hot, Panamanian, half Spanish, half black, sexy Spanish accent, and... a better than average lover... according to Millie. Medical school in Mexico City, and interning in the United States.

It was a little warm in my room, so I turned the ceiling fan up one speed faster. In my underwear, I stood from my desk chair, and took the four steps to my bed... Craving the sight of my pillows, sheets, and blanket. I crawled into the velvety softness, lay my head down, and closed my eyes. A millisecond later...

I was gone.

Waking in the middle of the night, I rolled over, and couldn't.

Helen.

Her arm around my chest. Her pajama covered breasts pressed into my back. Her breath on my neck. Her warmth felt really good, but I needed to take a leak. As I finished up at the toilet, my other lover appeared. She too, in sexy pajamas.

Lacy, and loose, bottoms... short shorts, really. A lacy, and matching, tank top. Pale blue. Her big ass hair a mess from sleeping.

"What time did you get in?" Millie sleepily asked.

"Nearly 2. The plane was delayed in Cleveland, because of weather."

Without a word, Millie took me into a hug, then kissed me. Briefly.

"Come to my room?" Millie's sexy, sleepy, brown eyes were melting my resolve for my needed sleep.

"Helen is in my room."

"She won't mind." Without another word, she took my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. I tugged back... stopping us both in the hallway...

"I really need some sleep, Baby. I couldn't sleep on the plane. I'm exhausted."

Millie tugged on my hand again... for her bedroom... "Come anyway. I just need you to hold me. That's all."

Cuddling my lover in a spoon... "Problems?" I asked, in a whisper.

"Not really," she whispered, in reply. "Nothing that can't wait till the morning. I just... really missed you, David. A lot." She snuggled her ass into my pubis. Pressed her back into my chest... her big curly hair in my face... my arm around her chest... my hand inside hers... our fingers, intertwined. Five seconds later... sleep.

I woke alone in Millie's bed.

The sun slicing through the edges of the miniblinds. I groaned, rolled over, and glanced at Millie's alarm clock beside the bed... 11:53 AM. I sat up on the edge of the bed. Scratched my scalp. Burped. Farted. Stood. Stretched on my toes, reaching for the ceiling. I tugged on the ceiling fan chain... full speed to get rid of that nasty fart. Damn. I hope Millie doesn't come back. In the bathroom...

It took forever to urinate. Morning wood does that to me. I put on my jeans, a t-shirt, and barefooted it for the kitchen. Food. In the refrigerator... left over pepperoni pizza... stewed zucchini in a storage container, and two uneaten baked pork chops. Mmm, breakfast. I pulled all of it out, warming the two slices of pizza first, in the microwave. While my food warmed...

I sat down at the kitchen table, took my phone, logged into my bank app, and sent Helen money for rent, utilities, and the food Helen and Millie buy for me. After the confirmation notice, I furled my eyebrows...

"Where are those two?" I thought to myself. And, like magic...

Helen entered the kitchen. Looking fantastic, as always. Messy ponytail... sexy. Kansas City Royals women's t-shirt... snug to her torso... sexy tits behind the cloth. Skinny jeans... sexy ass... sexy hips... sexy waist in her jeans.

Without a word from her lips, she made right for me... kissing me where I sat. Her soft tongue exploring my molars and uvula. Damn sexy woman. I placed my hands on the sides of her face and kissed her, in return, the best I could.

"Thank you," I offered, as she broke our kiss.

"I missed you," she replied. Then, she sat next to me at the table. "I got the money you sent. Thank you."

"I should be thanking you. No one has ever offered to buy my food. Well... except for Donald. We took turns, though." I couldn't help staring, and admiring, just how sexy, and pretty, Helen is. Her super dark eyes... piercing... sexy... erotic.

I ate the pizza, pork chops, and stewed zucchini... enduring Helen's comments about eating leftovers for breakfast. While I ate, Helen caught me up with her work. Telling me she watched all the highlights, for the Royals, while I was gone. Commenting on the three run homer I had against the Tigers, and the two double plays I began against the Pirates. She also caught me up on Millie's Panamanian lover. In a whisper, and leaning toward me...

"Miguel is fucking women, and men, from work. Millie said she heard he wasn't practicing safe sex, so she dumped him. He's a good lover, but not worth the risk, she said."

"I agree," I mumbled, with a bite of pork chop in my mouth.

Helen rested her arms on the table and leaned toward me... "When she told me this..." she paused, and gave me a good, brief stare into my eyes. Damn, her eyes are so dark, and sexy. "Millie said, you were her best lover, of all time. I agree. You're my best lover, of all time."

I swallowed my pork chop... "I don't know what to say to that. How do you respond to such a comment? Other than... I've come to love you both. Something I've never done before, until I met you, and then Millie."

Helen leaned forward and kissed me. A soft peck... then, a whisper, from just millimeters away...

"That was the perfect response, Lover."

Right then... Millie entered the kitchen. Wearing... a sexy green bikini. A bandeau top with barely noticeable tits behind the cloth. She twirled in front of me and Helen, showing over her cheeky bikini bottom. A tight one. Her pussy mound well-defined behind the cloth.

"What do you think?" Millie chirped, in my direction.

I swallowed my food... "I'm thinking. You're a sexy woman, Millie. And you're rockin' that bikini. I've never seen you in a bikini, until now. The color is perfect for your skin tone and hair. I love it. So... why a bikini?"

Millie answered my question, by slipping past Helen and kissing me while I sat. Slicing her tongue past my uvula, in an attempt to tag my larynx. Her whisper...

"Helen and I are going to Miami for the Memorial weekend. Plus, a few extra days. She ordered this bikini for me. You really like it?"

"I do," I slurred, as I ran my fingers along the cloth top, and then the bottoms. "It's perfect for your slender build." Millie did look really hot in her bikini. I turned to Helen... "Going to Miami?"

"I've always wanted to go. I'm taking a few days off from work, and I invited Millie to come along." She leaned forward... "We're gonna go dancing, to the beach, a yacht party... I'd take you, too, David. But, you're... playing baseball." She giggled. A sassy smile on her lips. Her eyes are killing me.

"Fuck," I slurred, in a low voice. "The best I've done, is play a series there, two years ago."

Millie, without notice, or warning, pulled my chin and kissed me. Her tongue softly dueling with mine. Our kiss broken...

"Helen and I ordered bikinis online. Way too many." She looked at Helen and I saw an unspoken exchange between the two. Then to me... "We want you to help us pick out the best bikinis. We'll send the others back. We want to do it now... before you have to go to Kauffman."

I swallowed hard and took a gulp of my iced tea. Helen giggled, and so did Millie.

In a faux, annoyed tone... "You..." I emphasized. "Want me to watch the two sexist women I've ever met, model bikinis in front of me. And then..." I growled my last two words. "Send me off to work!" I scowled the best I could.

"Yes!" Millie squealed, as she grabbed my hand and led me away for the living room. Her bared, little butt cheeks jiggling... driving me insane.

For the next 45 minutes, I endured Helen and Millie strutting around in the living room. I have to admit. The bikinis they chose, were well chosen.

In the case of Millie, her tiny breasts... but she chose those tops which accent what little she had for show. A criss-cross, in the front, top. Three triangle tops. Six bandeau styles. Bottoms... mostly tight, pull-up, cheeky bottoms without a side tie. She did have this one. She called it a loin cloth style. Side tie. To me, it didn't matter what it was called. Millie... looked... hot... in... every... single... one. Colors... green. Red. Bronze, she called it. Cobalt blue. Purple. Burgundy. All the colors looked fantastic with Millie's pale skin, and her big, curly, strawberry blonde hair. Strutting in her bikinis, I couldn't help noticing, and memorizing, just how slender Millie really is. Her long arms and legs... very little muscle definition. Slender, with barely noticeable hips. Still.... Millie is sexy. Erotic. Fantastic. If Millie expected me to choose which ones to return, she's nuts.

Both girls modeled their bikinis at the same time. I thought I was going to lose my mind. In the case of Helen... having some very nice tits. Not too big, and not too small, tits. Perfect for her petite figure, and torso. Raven-like hair, and dark facial features. Well-defined waist and hips. Lots of triangle tops. Black. Blue. White... Not sure I'm gonna like her in white. Copper... a unique color, and Helen looks good in it. Helen pretty much kept those colors and chose different styles. Three bandeau, underwire tops. All of them looked perfect for Helen. One scoop top design.

Bottoms. All cheeky. Loin cloth side tie. Pull ups. High rise on the hips. Low rise on the hips. Now, Helen has a tight, perky butt. And her cheeky bikini bottoms only enhanced her fantastic asset. But what really got my dick aroused...

Helen... took off one of her triangle tops in front of me and... tied it back on her chest, upside down. Revealing some fantastic, and erotic, underboob and cleavage.

"Which do you like better?" she began. "The regular way, or upside down?"

I blinked. Three times. I growled, and...

Again, with a faux attitude... "You're fuckin' kidding me, right?" I snapped. "Showin' off your tits and ass to me, and expecting me to choose? Fuck!" I groaned a groan of disgust as I stood from the couch. Helen had her arms around me in milliseconds... looking up to my face... my eyes. Pressing her tits into my chest. Smiling her fantastic smile.

"But you had fun, didn't you?" she offered, with a soft voice.

"I did," I groaned. "Only an idiot would walk away from you two." She giggled and smiled. By now, Millie had my left arm, pressing into her chest. She also, breaking down my resolve with her sexy eyes.

Helen... "Really... was there any one of the bikinis you didn't like?" I didn't hesitate...

"The white ones. Helen... you don't look that well in white. I don't know the reason, but all the others made you look really hot, but.. not the whites." Helen smiled, then turned to Millie...

"I told you," Millie offered. "Your skin isn't dark enough for white. A bronze tan, maybe. We'll see."

"I have to go to Kauffman," I interrupted. "I need to work off the stress I just endured." I chuckled, and the girls giggled. Then, I could see those two beginning to look slutty toward one another. As much as I wanted to remain, to watch those two fuck each other, I knew I better get my ass out of there for Kauffman.

I dressed, gathered my things, and kissed my lovers goodbye. Thanking them for the entertainment. And...

Telling them I loved them.

*****

Memorial Day weekend.

The girls would be gone for seven days.

With the Royals in town for those days, I would be alone in the house, while Millie and Helen spirited off to Miami. For some creepy reason, I had this intuition, that something bad would happen down there. I kept telling myself that I was stupid for thinking such a thing.

Three days ago, Donald and I, were informed we had made the All Star Team. I suppose it makes sense. We had become popular with the fans, particularly Donald, with his outgoing personality. It didn't hurt that I was leading the majors in batting average (.397), hits, and RBIs. Donald... a close third, behind Bob McClure with the Dodgers. I had one fielding error, this season, and Donald had two.

With Toronto in town, we massacred them. Sweeping all four games. Scoring 41 runs to their 7."

But today, we were playing the Red Sox. The first of a three game series.

In the bottom of the 4th... Donald on third... Two outs... The score...

0 to 0.

I stepped into the left side of the plate to face one of the best pitchers in the majors.

J. T. Burns.

This man threw heat, no matter the pitch. Fastball (99 to 101 mph). Curve. Slider. Sinker. And, one of the nastiest change ups I've ever seen.

I swung over a curve ball on the first pitch. I took the second pitch for a strike... a changeup.

I had this feeling...

I took three practice swings, moved my left foot back two inches, and waited.

I got what I wanted. Fastball. Coming in, at just below the letters.

I've said this before. The feel of a baseball off a wooden bat, when struck solidly. Firmly. In the sweet spot... both ball and bat. And, the sound. The unique sound of ball against wood. And this time... so loud, it echoed.

Despite the speed of the ball, I swung my bat a tiny bit early. The sound of the contact. Even caught me by surprise. I could sense the crowd, also caught by surprise. There was momentary silence, as I watched the ball rise. And rise some more. Rise. Rise toward right.

I knew it was gone. I heard Donald from behind me, as I ran to first... "Insane!" Then, the crowd roared a deafening roar.

It was insane. I had never hit a ball so well in my life. Or, as high. Or...

As far.

I watched in utter amazement. The ball carried. And flew over the Party Hut, on the Party Deck. And...

Disappeared.

The Royals fans were going mad.

I smiled as I rounded the bases. Giving the third base coach a five. My brother and teammates meeting me a home. As I stepped on the plate... Donald took me into his arms... screaming over the crowd, and my teammates...

"That fucker left the stadium! It's never been done before! You lucky prick, that ball is bouncing off trees in the grassy park, and cars in the parking lot, right now!"

Donald and I embraced each other. For a few moments. In my ear...

"I'm proud of you, David. You're the best brother a man can have."

I couldn't reply. Because of the emotion that rose from my chest, and choked my tongue, and throat. The crowd roared. Demanding I come out of the dugout. I stepped toward the front of the dugout, took off my hat, and thanked everyone, by facing the fans in attendance... in all directions.

I've never felt so welcomed.

It was not a perfect night.

We lost. 5-3.

As soon as the last out was made, I was mobbed by the ESPN field reporter, Max Stone. His microphone in my face, and the camerawoman just inches away...

"Crazy, David! The first player to hit a home run out of Kauffman Stadium!"

"It just goes to prove, someone will win the lottery. Regardless of the odds. I doubt seriously, I will ever be able to repeat this."

"Gerald Sforza, Public Relations, with the Royals, told me earlier, he gathered all available employees... an estimated thirty... and ran for the grassy park, outside the stadium... and the parking lot, east of the grassy park. A groundskeeper found it between two cars and gave it to Gerald, who promptly gave it to James McKuen, the owner of the Royals. Gerald also told me, there were no witnesses, or security cameras, that detected the distance your home run traveled."

"I thank Mr. Sforza for the forethought to retrieve a piece of Royals history. I'm happy to be a part of it. As for the distance. It doesn't matter. What matters is... the fans here at Kauffman Stadium, got their money's worth."

After the field interview, Sforza pulled my ass into the Royals press room, where I met Mr. McKuen. Our hands in a firm grip... Mr. McKuen, a tall man... eye to eye with me...

"David, I just want you to know. You, and your brother, are bringing national attention to Kansas City, and to the Royals. You're making this entire community, and the employees of the Royals, very proud. With your permission, I want to ask Cooperstown to accept the ball for display. But, it will stay here for the remainder of the season. For our fans to view, before it leaves."

"You have it, Sir. I'm very grateful you had faith in me last year. To give me the opportunity to play with my brother. I'll never forget my experience playing for the Royals."

Then, facing the press. Questions to... ad nauseum.

Showered and dressed to go home, I took my phone, unlocked it, and found...

A smile come across my face.

My lovers had heard the news of the home run. Voicemails from each of them. Signal messages galore. But...

Helen's voicemail caused my heart to stop.

"David, what great news on your home run. It's all over the news, here in Miami. I'm so happy for you, Baby." I heard a pause in her tone. "I just want you to know, David. Millie has taken a lover down here. A doctor. Michael Vermeer. They met at the yacht party I booked. I'm worried about her, because I think she's going move down here. To be with him. I don't blame her. Michael is very handsome, and very outgoing, like Millie. Very polite and caring. I so hope she doesn't. I'm afraid this is too fast, and her feelings will get hurt. But, she's already talking to hospitals about a job, and because she's an ER nurse, they're begging her to start right away."

While I listened to the voicemail, I could feel my heart become heavy. I suddenly realized just how much I love Millie. And, Helen, too. I feared I would lose Helen, as well.

"I love you, Baby. And, I can't wait to come home to you."

I swallowed hard and looked at my phone like a dumb ass. I was afraid to open the voicemail from Millie. I closed my eyes as I touch the start button...

Millie's voicemail began with an ear splitting screech. My mind suddenly recalled how much Millie is a fan of the Royals, and the Chiefs.

"That was fantastic, Baby! Helen just called me about your homer."

I detected a slight slur in Millie's voice. A little tipsy?

"Out of the fuckin' park! I can't believe it! When I come home, I'm taking you out for dinner to celebrate."

Millie went on to tell me how much fun she, and Helen, were having. The yacht party was "fantastic," she said. Lots of beautiful people who loved to party. She and Helen went out at the beach at Haulover. Bar hopping, and dancing, in Miami... and Miami Beach. She didn't mention her lover, but...

I did hear a male voice in the background of the message. Asking about what happened, during the first part of her message. I could hear... just enough... Millie replying in a muted voice, as though she covered her phone with a hand...

"My roommate plays for the Royals, and he hit a record setting home run tonight. Clean out of the park."

After hearing Millie tell me she loves me, and, she can't wait to see me again...

"Shit," I groaned, in a subdued voice, at the end of her message. "Fuck."

"What the hell happened?" My brother interrupted. Standing just inches away. "I've been watching you for the last two minutes."

I closed my eyes... gently shook my head... took a deep breath... "I told you Helen, and Millie, went to Miami."

"Yeah."

"Helen left a message. She thinks Millie is going to stay in Miami. Millie met a doctor at a yacht party, and she's already talking to hospitals down there. Helen says, he's handsome, outgoing, kind, and Millie is fuckin' him."

"Damn," my brother groaned. "I can't believe this. When I see the two of you together, she watches you like a hawk. You know, like she's going to marry you and have your babies. And Helen?"

I knew what Donald meant. I've seen hundreds of women look at Donald the same way.

"Helen's coming back. She didn't mention anything about moving to Florida. Her tone in the message... Helen is losing Millie, too. I told you they're lovers, right?"

"Yeah, I knew. Hurry up. I'll meet you at the Waffle House."

Leaving the Waffle House for home... Helen called me. It was after 2 am here... 3 in Miami...

"David... Millie came back to the hotel." I could tell she had been crying. "To get some things, and then she left for Michael's house. Baby... she told me, she's for sure, moving in with him. She's accepted a job at a hospital, and starts a week from Thursday. She's coming back with me, getting her things, and driving to Miami."

"I'll be damn," I slurred, as I made a right turn for home.

"We've been crying in each other's arms, for almost an hour." I heard Helen trying to regain her composure. My throat was closing up, and I struggled to breathe. "Millie told me, David... she thinks Michael is the one. It feels right, and good, in her heart."

As I sat in my truck, in the driveway, at home, I endured the sound of Helen bawling her head off. Unable to utter any words that made sense. I longed to be in Helen's arms... it was torturous... for me... unable to reach out, physically, and hold my lover. I felt tears leave my eyes, drool across my cheeks, and kiss my lips. My nose began to run.

"We're coming home in two days. Millie wants to spend the time with me and go dancing...... David?"

"Yeah?" I choked.

"I love you."

I lost it. All the energy I could apply, I couldn't stop crying. Tears and snot running down my face. Through strangled words...

"Hurry and come home. I love you, Helen."

*****

I never got that dinner Millie promised.

And, she was gone in three days.

Helen and I had our arms around each other, on Helen's driveway, as we watched Millie drive down the street for Miami. Amazingly... neither of us had tears on our face.

Millie was happy. I was happy... for Millie. Helen told me, she was happy, too. Yesterday, Millie show me photographs, and videos, of Michael Vermeer. Fuck. He was handsome. Fuckin' well-groomed, coal black hair, dark eyes, and the dude worked out. Nice muscles when wearing his swimming shorts. Perfect muscles. Not too bulky. Just enough to...

Grab the attention of Millie.

Everything about his man was perfect, according to the descriptions Millie and Helen offered.

When I held Millie in my arms, before our goodbyes, I couldn't help thinking how much I would miss her personality. Her fun attitude. Her gorgeous, big ass, curly hair. And her sexy brown eyes.

"I will always love you, David," she whispered, as she held me. Caressing my cheek with her fingers. "I didn't choose this to happen. I just... feel I need to be with Michael. My heart is breaking right now... for you, and Helen." She wept in my arms. Her cheek on my chest... got my shirt wet. "I need this, Baby. I need to know if Michael is the one."

"He fuckin' better be," I groaned. "I'll kick his ass if he lays a hand on you in anger."

No further words were exchanged between me and Millie before she left. I watched her and Helen embrace, then kiss each other. Again... no words.

I didn't know it at the time, but I never saw Millie again. Through Helen, I knew Millie did marry Michael Vermeer, M. D. Four daughters and two sons. A beautiful family.

I also, didn't know...

What would happen to me, the day Millie left.

*****

From the dugout, Donald and I walked onto the field, in preparation for the game with the Braves, at Kauffman.

The last game before a road trip to St. Louis, Chicago, and Arlington.

Batting practice. Fielding practice. I ran some stadium steps. Donald came along. On the way back down the steps, I noticed...

A young, African American woman. Standing in front of the Royals dugout, with her hands on her hips. A smile on her face, and watching me. And, perhaps Donald, as my brother and I descended the steps. As we neared the bottom of the steps, behind the dugout...

"You're the Brantley Brothers, aren't you?!"

As I expected, Donald answered in microseconds...

"I'm Donald Brantley!" he roared, as he opened the gate to the field from the stands. The young woman watched him like a hawk, as he trotted around the dugout and stood before her. Her eyes, and her smile, didn't leave him for a moment. I groaned in my throat, over how often I've seen women look at him like that.

Royals blue slacks, a nice, polo style shirt, Royals logo. Athletic shoes... blue. Tight, small curls in her hair... around her head. (Later, I would learn, the curls are permed). Beautiful dark brown skin. And... Slender. And... tall. At least 6 feet, I estimate, as Donald is six-two standing in front of her. As I passed through the gate for the field, I saw the two shake hands. Huge smiles on their faces. I also noticed, my teammates were watching the two, with great interest. As I neared my brother...

"This is my brother; David. He'll be the quiet one, with manners, and politeness. I'll be the one trying to get to know you... very well."

There was no escaping the intent of Donald's last two, well emphasized, words. And, I didn't blame him. At close range, this woman was gorgeous. Sexy even. My thoughts were... so pretty, she may have great experience dodging overt passes from men, which was what my brother was doing, at this very moment.

When her happy, dark brown eyes met mine, tingles shot throughout my body. Taking me by surprise.

"Hi, David," she offered, with a cheerful tone, and fantastic smile. Offering her slender hand to me in greeting. I took her hand... gently. A warm sensation caressed my hand and arm. "My name is Robin Parks. I'm the new head trainer for the Royals." She released my hand and her sexy eyes hit mine... bypassed my retinas, and tapped the back of my brain. "I'm taking over for Joe Vitale. Sad to hear about his parents, though... Both of them so ill. I'm here from the Cardinals. I was the first assistant trainer there."

"Welcome. I'm sorta new here, too. I came over from the..."

"Mariners. Yeah, I know. I do follow baseball, you know." She giggled at her sarcasm, and... certainly from the astonished look I had on my face. She stepped a half step closer... "You know, David. Your name is in every clubhouse." She looked to her left... toward right field, and the party deck above it. "That's a long, fuckin' way. The players in St. Louis kept replaying that homer you hit." She turned back to me. A happy smile. "They say... that homer could possibly be, the longest ever hit." She paused for her next words. "They also say, even if someone tried, all day... no one could clear that party hut over there. It's too bad there weren't any witnesses, or video, when the ball hit the ground."

I took an awkward second to say anything... Robin is just that stunning. Damn, she's pretty.

"Well, you're right. I've had a lot of comments about it. And, I still struggle to find any words, for the words you've given me, just now. After a few days, I finally realized just how special it was. But, I don't feel any more special, because of it. I have to consider, that it was like... lightning. Something you can't keep. You know, like... something you'll never do again. I think I've done a good job of not letting it effect my play." I looked to my brother... who, was checking out Robin with awkward ogling. I shook my head in my thoughts. Turning back to Robin... "I just want to play baseball. Something I love very much. And, playing with my brother, makes it even more special for me."

Robin looked at me like she couldn't believe my words.

"So it's true," she began. "Humble. You're humble about it all. Your fame. Your elite play. You know, Brantley. You're in the minority. Most professional baseball players are cocky and self-confident, to the extreme. You're self-confidence is displayed on the field. And, not in your words."

"Thank you," I replied. "My job is hard enough, to be anyone, other than who I am."

"Holy shit," she replied, with a slight slur. "You and I are going to get along just fine." Then she turned to my brother... "And for you," she emphasized, her last word. A finger pointing to his chest. "You keep your innuendo to yourself. It doesn't work with me. And, it will only get worse for you, if you continue." She gave Donald a knowing smirk.

Turning to me. With her sexy, happy smile... "I would like to sit down and hear your story about 'The' Homer." She gave me the air quotes with her fingers on the... "The." "That's what they're call it, you know. Everyone, David. Coast to coast, and border to border." Right then, Gerald Sforza stepped up. Then...

On a toe, Robin spun toward the small crowd of teammates who were watching us.

"Hi! My name is Robin Parks! I'm the new head trainer!"

Watching Robin's perky, tight ass walk away, was a work of art. Long legs and arms. Hips slightly wider than her waist. Athletic. I couldn't help thinking she had played a sport in college. Basketball or lacrosse. Volleyball. I did notice her tits were well-hidden behind her shirt. Nice mounds on the shirt, though. Not big, but not little, either. Definitely, a thick, Southern accent.

Well, it didn't matter. Fraternization policy. Damn it.

I turned to Donald, who was gently shaking his head, with eyes on Robin, while she spoke with Boone.

"How many, Donald? This has to be the best, 'fucked up,' first impression, yet."

Gerald interrupted any reply, Donald had...

"She's right, you know. David... They're calling it... 'The Homer.' I have Fox Sports, ESPN, NBC, CBS, and local news stations in St. Louis, Chicago, and Arlington asking for an interview. Mr. McKuen says, you set the time and terms, but you have to do it."

I nodded. I watched Donald wink at me and head to second base with Larson. To practice double play throws to one another.

"OK," I replied, to Gerald. "Fifteen minutes, each. Not one second more, you're timing it, and you're stopping it. Their questions prepared and ready to ask. I'm not wasting time answering questions, ad nauseum. They start asking stupid questions, after fifteen." Gerald was nodding as he took notes on his clipboard. "Fame is fleeting, Gerald. In a hundred years, I'll be dead, no one will know who I am. I just want to play baseball. I love the game. I hate the interviews."

I waited for Gerald to finish writing... he looked up to me...

"You got it. Mr. McKuen's orders."

I nodded and watched Sforza walk away. I took a quick look toward Robin Parks... Shaking hands with O'Toole. She quickly looked in my direction... with a smile.

I offered a slight grin... and a gentle nod of my head. Then...

I sprinted to third base for practice.

*****

After the game with the Braves, I was dressing in the locker room.

Getting ready to bus over to the airport for St. Louis.

I briefly noticed Robin speaking with one of the assistant trainers. Something about what needed to be packed and brought along for the road trip. But, I also heard...

"I haven't found a place, yet. I'll take a couple days off when we return from the road trip, to find a place."

Hmm. Helen and I just lost a roommate. Fuckin' fraternization policy.

My mind began swirling in all directions. My mouth became dry. Robin Parks as a roommate? The scenery would be perfect, with her and Helen in the house. But, what would happen if I began fuckin' Helen while Parks was in the house. With Helen's vocalizations during sex, no doubt, Parks would know. I tried my best not to the think about the prospect of screwing Parks, IF... she became a roommate.

I made my mind up, though... I would call Helen and ask if it would be OK to pass along her phone number. On the bus to the airport, I opened my phone, opened the Signal Messenger app, and...

"Hey, Lover. The Royals just got a new head trainer. Robin Parks. She's looking for housing after the road trip. Interested in giving her your number?"

After sending the message, I figured Helen would be in bed, considering it was nearly midnight. But...

Ping!

"That depends. I take it she's pretty, or you wouldn't ask. How pretty is she?"

"Loaded question, thank you. Let's just say, she would be great scenery for any male roommate. Of course, you're the Mona Lisa."

"Lame answer, Brantley. Any details about our potential roomie?"

"I haven't any details about her. Met her today. She sought me and Donald out. Waited for us to finish running the stadium steps. She snapped at Donald when he offered a stupid innuendo. She was the first assistant trainer for the Cardinals. Tall, at least 6 feet. Slender. Athletic. Did I mention pretty? Ha, ha. Outgoing. Happy. Genuinely cares about baseball and the players. Her job, I suppose. Wants me to sit down with her to discuss the home run I hit last week. I figure, if you're interested, the two of you meet, and discuss it."

"This is what I figure. She must be special if you bothered to ask me about it. Give her my number."

"OK. I'm gonna miss you, Helen. A lot. And... I love you."

"I love you, David. And... I'm missing Millie right now."

"I miss her, too."

I didn't see Robin Parks until the next day, in St. Louis. She was eating lunch with some of the team support staff, in the hotel dining room. She saw me and Donald enter the hotel restaurant, and I waved to her. She smiled and waved back. We sat down next to Boone after getting the buffet food. Twenty minutes later, our food eaten, and Boone gone...

"Do you mind if I sit?" Robin asked, as she stood across from us at the table.

Again, my brother reacts first...

"Hell no." We both stood, and Donald took her chair, to allow her to sit. She thanked him, and Donald returned to his seat. "Anything to interrupt my brother's discussion of tonight's starting pitcher. You're a perfect alternative to starting pitchers."

"Smooth, Brantley," she offered, with thick sarcasm. She briefly rolled her eyes and began laughing. "I just wanted to speak with David, for a moment." She looked at me with a smile. A happy smile. "I was reading the medical charts on both of you. David... You were hit in the head by a pitch, about this time last year. A concussion. Any current issues from that incident?"

Before I could answer...

"Hell, can't we talk about anything but baseball. Or about David? How about fishing? You know, your favorite lake or stream. Or, even better, I would love to discuss the prospect of going to the Children's Hospital fund raiser. It's McKuen's favorite charity, you know."

"I do know," Parks snapped. "And yes, I do plan to attend at the end of the season, but with you? Not so much. I'm trying to do my job, right now, Donald." She pointed to me with both palms up, over the table. "Do you mind?"

Parks really looked annoyed by my brother. A steely glare from her eyes, and a "not so happy" look. I was having a very hard time, preventing myself from a loud outburst of laughter. Some partial laughs squirted from my lips

"OK," Donald groaned. "Ask away."

Parks glared at him for a few awkward seconds, then...

I answered her question... "No. Nothing. I was sick to my stomach, and had mild headaches for about a week. Then, it was a week, or more, before I noticed I wasn't sick or had a headache. It just went away. Nothing since. I've felt fine. Normal, I suppose."

While I answered, I noticed Robin was keeping an evil, side-eye on my brother.

"Perfect. Well, that's all I needed to know." She offered me her happy smile and it was nice to see it. Turning to my brother... arms crossed on the table, and leaning toward him... A slight scowl on her lips...

"I'm from Georgia. Fishin's in my blood. Largemouth and smallmouth bass, blue gill, and flathead cats. I've fished the better part of the state." Bobbing her head toward me, she... "Behave like your brother here, and you and I can sit down and tell our tallest fish tale together."

She looked at me with those sexy dark brown eyes, and made to stand... to leave.

"Wait," I barked. "Can you wait just a moment? I have something to relay to you."

"Oh?" she queried.

"Oh?" my brother, mimicked. I turned to find his eyebrows arched. I nodded to him...

"Just for Robin. I'll be along in a moment."

"OK," he replied, then stood, tentatively waved to Robin, and left the restaurant.

Robin had settled back into her seat. I leaned forward, a little. And...

"I couldn't help it, but I overheard you yesterday, in Kansas City. Saying you were looking for a place to live."

"OK," she tentatively, offered.

I then proceeded to tell her about Helen, myself, and our recent loss of a roommate. I also told her, Helen was interested in meeting her, if she was interested in moving into a nice home, in a nice neighborhood.

"I've heard about you and Helen," she slurred, with a sly grin on her lips. She began giggling when she saw how astonished my face appeared. She leaned forward, with her arms folded on the table in front of her... whispering... just for me to hear... "There's no secrets in baseball, David. I was told about you and Helen, on the first day of work." She paused to giggle at me again. I must look really stupid. "You must be special for her to quit her job, just to be with you."

"I was surprised, too, when she told me."

"I also know about Millie." Robin began laughing too hard at my stunned shock. "Not just you, David, but I've asked about all the players. And, you keep returning to conversation. Seems you're a legend with the team... On, and off, the field."

"Damn," I slurred, in a muted voice. "I don't know what to say. Except... if I insulted you, it wasn't intentional."

Robin Parks replied with a happy smile, and sexy, happy eyes... "I wasn't insulted. I'm interested in meeting Helen. Even if I don't accept an offer to move in, with the two of you. Give me her number."

I pulled out my phone, and Robin told me to unlock it. I furled my brow.

"I'm gonna put my number in your phone, Brantley. I have a feeling I'm gonna be your roommate." I unlocked my phone and gave it to her. While looking at my phone, Robin... "If I do move in, I'll have to tell Mr. McKuen. His policy is in play here. And, I'm sending Helen's contact to my phone."

"I need to tell you something, before you call Helen."

"OK," she replied, as she entered her number into my phone.

"Helen and I are lovers, as you may have known. But, that's not what I wanted to say." Robin pushed my phone across the table, nodded, and looked interested in my next words. "Well, umm... Helen has other lovers, besides me."

"Really," she replied... a tone of surprise. "The two of you have an open relationship." It sounded like a statement, instead of a question.

"You can say that, but, I really only have Helen. I don't have a lot of time to meet women, to... you know. Become their good friend. But, Helen... she's divorced."

"I knew that."

"Well, when she told me she quit her job for me, not long after, she told me she wanted to explore her sexuality. I took her meaning as, she had a freedom she never had before, and wanted to... I guess, act on it." I paused to let Robin ponder my words. "Helen is a fantastic lover... very passionate. But, I... I'm not certain I want to commit to her, either. I think she senses that from me. And, I sense she's enjoying the experience of different relationships. I also sense, I'm a 'go to' lover, when things go bad in those relationships. A couple of them have gone bad. I'm happy to be her lover. Anytime she wants me. I enjoy her company, just talking, or in her bedroom. Helen is pretty, fun, and smart. I like all of that, with her."

Robin paused a few awkward moments before commenting... "That's a lot of information, David. Pretty personal, I would say."

"I wanted you to know before any decision to come into Helen's home. I don't mean you'll become a lover to her, or me, if you do. But, I think we..."

"Her lover?" she interrupted. She seemed surprised.

"Umm... yeah. Helen is bi-sexual. She told me before we became lovers."

"Really?" she whispered. "How many women?"

"I don't know. I don't want to intrude into her personal life. In fact, I don't know if she has any lovers, other than myself, right now. Perhaps that could be discussed, if you call, or meet her. So that you're comfortable. And, you're right about Mr. McKuen. I'll have to speak to Stevens if you want to move in."

Robin only took a second to respond... "I've got a week and a half, to think about it. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Gotta go." Robin was out of her chair and standing before I could think to stand. She rounded the table, and stood next to me. Her right hand on my right forearm, looking down on me. "You must be some lover, for her to keep you close. Are you?"

"It's like I said, earlier. Helen is a passionate lover. She tells me I'm a good lover. I suppose I am, considering Helen has been my lover, longer than any other woman."

Robin, in a whisper...

"Are you Bi, too?"

I shook my head.

"David. You're a fuckin' good lookin' man. Very good lookin'. I overheard a female staff member... she'd marry you on the spot, if given the opportunity. She didn't care that you're wealthy, and a baseball player. She only cared about your 'insane looks,' quote, unquote." She leaned closer and whispered... "Said she'd fuck you, anywhere, any time. She's right, David. You're fuckable. Arm candy. Better lookin' than most men anywhere. You're brother, too."

She stood up upright, rounded the table, gently squeezed my forearm, offered a huge smile, and winked a sexy eye to me. In a microsecond, she disappeared from the hotel restaurant.

*****

The only thing good about the road trip, was getting back to Kansas City.

We lost 3 of 4 with the Cardinals. 2 of 3 with the White Sox, and 3 of 4 with the Rangers.

Damn it!

Despite the losses, I had a lot of hits and I was batting.423. For the first time in my career, and for the first time since college. Hitting over.400 is rare, and usually doesn't last long in the majors. And my brother had a bad series, too. His average dropped from.389 to.314 in eleven games. Only two hits while away from Kansas City.

He wasn't vocal about it, but, knowing my brother, he was pissed. I would be, too. I could see the change in his attitude.

One interesting play, occurred in Arlington against the Rangers. With runners on first and second, and no outs, the Rangers attempted a bunt to move both runners up. But, the bunt didn't go the way it was planned.

The batter flubbed the bunt, sending the ball into the air... only about as high as a man... a little toward the third base side, and nearly to the pitching mound. The Royals pitcher, Pete Molina, deked the runners into thinking he had a chance to catch the ball in the air, for an out. Putting his glove up to catch it.

But, didn't!

It was perfect. A perfect deke. The best acting job I've ever seen on the field. Freezing the runners at second and first... Molina deked them into thinking he would catch it.

Molina let the ball drop in front of him... he picked it up, and threw it to me at third, for the first out. I whistled it to second, where Donald was waiting for it... the second out.

Two easy outs on a deke by Pete Molina.

No outs and runners at first and second, turned into two outs and only one runner at first. It was a piece of art, and a perfect deke.

At the end of the inning, I had to know... I walked with Molina to the dugout...

"You fucker. That was perfect. How? What made you think to do that?" I asked.

"I've been waiting to do that for years," he boasted. "I saw a high school pitcher do the same thing, when I was ten years old." Molina descended the steps into the dugout. I'm behind him. "The only difference, there was only one runner on first. All these years, in youth ball, high school, and college, I never got the chance, until now. I've been playing out that unique play in my head for over sixteen years. The perfect deke. And..." He paused with a big ass grin on his face. "It played out exactly the way I imaged it would. I was ready, having never practiced it. I practiced it in my head. It couldn't have been any better, considering you, and your brother, were involved."

Molina seemed genuinely happy. My teammates slapped his ass and hugged his neck in the dugout.

I'll never forget that deke.

*****

The Royals had a day off when we arrived back in Kansas City. When Donald dropped me off, I noticed a strange car in the driveway... Next to my F-150 Raptor. Hmm.

Nice car, I thought, as I stopped to look at it. Ford Mustang GT. Red. Looks fast. A recent model, but I couldn't tell anyone what year model.

Walking through the front door, I didn't see, or hear Helen. Or, the visitor. I briefly thought I may walk in on Helen, and a lover. I certainly didn't want to do that, although, to date, it hasn't happened. It seems, Helen takes great care to avoid having a lover in the house when I'm present, or expected. Although, I wouldn't expect her to be so thoughtful towards me. I don't want to be that lover who is jealous. Or, unforgiving. I just want to be with her, and her to be happy. It was really great to have Helen and Millie in the house, at the same time. Eye candy, and sincere companionship. Damn, I miss Millie.

I made my way past the kitchen and walked toward my room. Then, I heard two women speaking in soft tones... In Millie's bedroom. I stopped and looked inside.

I blinked... twice, as the two women heard me stop at the entrance.

"How in the hell did you get here before me?" I faux groaned, toward Robin Parks. Both women began laughing.

"You didn't notice the Mustang GT out front, Brantley?" Robin winked at me, and began laughing hard at my stupid question. Then, Robin... "I have good news." I arched my eyebrows and set my luggage down in the hallway. I briefly thought... it really looked weird to see Helen and Robin standing near each other. One woman, six feet tall, athletic, and the other, petite and five-four. It just looked a little weird to me, the dramatic height difference.

"Yeah," I groaned. "I'm lookin' for good news, after the crappy road trip we just finished." The two women laughed again, and Helen made for me, as I stepped into the room. Urging me to take her into my arms. We kissed... briefly.

"I missed you," she whispered, and she laid her head on my chest. Her arms around my chest, and back. A firm hug from her arms. I offered my hug in return.

"I missed you, too. So... what's good about news?"

"Well," Helen began, as she released me, and stepped toward the smiling Robin. "First. Robin is our new roommate. Second... Robin called Mr. McKuen about moving in with us three days ago. Mr. McKuen is changing the fraternization policy, to a, 'case by case,' basis."

Robin spoke next... "The written policy will be out next week. And... When I told him there was a room available with you, and Helen, he croaked and whined about Helen leaving the Royals. I think he's still pissed off about that." Robin smiled and looked to Helen. Helen looked at me. Like, I hadn't seen her so happy, like I see her right now.

"David. Mr. McKuen just hired me to return to the Royals."

I blinked again. And again. I felt my mouth fall open.

Helen took me into her arms. Looking up to me, her hand caressing my face, and the side of my head, as I held her... "I'll be in charge of public relations, advertising, and brand recognition. Sforza will be working for me. He matched my salary and increased it 15%, David. He wants me back. He told me I was the best PR rep he's ever had."

"Baby, I can't believe it." And, I couldn't. Mr. McKuen is into team rules. "So... we won't have to keep our relationship a secret, then." It was really a question.

Helen shook her head, gently... "The new policy will have a clause, about poor behavior, resulting in an embarrassment to the Royals. McKuen said he may be firing people, more often, if they don't take the new policy seriously."

"Do you think that will apply to us?"

"I think, we shouldn't have any public displays of affection to one another, that may make the players, or the employees, uncomfortable. Holding hands, or a brief embrace, I think, would pretty much be the limit for us."

"OK." I gently nodded to my sexy lover.

"And," Robin announced. "I won't be a lover, Brantley. I'm pretty sure, a player with two live-in girlfriends, wouldn't be welcome publicity for the Royals."

"OK," I offered, as I nodded. Although, Robin's great looks, and great body, would keep me questioning my judgement.

"I told Robin, David," Helen began. "To be prepared, because, when the two of us are frisky, it can get rowdy and loud." Helen giggled. Robin did, too. Then, Robin stepped close to both of us... in a whisper...

"I may," she emphasized, her last word. "Sneak a peek through the door. Helen let it be known about your cock. Thick... and long. I may want to see for myself." She winked at me... Again. A fantastic smile. Damn, she's good lookin'.

"What about right now?" Helen slurred. She turned to me, took me into her arms, and... "Come on, David. It's been five weeks since we've been together. I've worked myself up into a frenzy, waiting for you to come home."

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed Helen's hand and headed to her bedroom. I didn't give a damn about anyone watching, I was that horny for Helen. Any chance to fuck Helen, would be taken. While walking, with Helen in the lead...

"Robin. I wouldn't have thought you to be a voyeur," I offered. From behind me...

"I'm not. I don't actively seek something like this out. And, I didn't know my afternoon would begin like this. I've only watched a couple screw, once. I did enjoy it, though."

When we got to Helen's bedroom, I sat down, pulled my boots from my feet, and stripped my clothes off. Helen disrobed in her walk-in closet. Robin, tentatively entered the room, found the chair in the corner, and sat down. Staring, with interest in her expression, at my flaccid dick. My dick, when flaccid, hangs from my pubis like a small elephant trunk. About 6 inches. It is thick, even when flaccid.

A minute, or two, later, Helen walked into the room, fully nude. Her tits gently wobbling across her chest. Damn, she's sexy. Perfect tits. We met each other in bed. On our knees... kissing each other. Helen's arms around my neck, and my hands on her back, and tight, perky ass. Her tits pressed firmly into my hairy chest. Our tongues, gently dueling. Our lips, offering soft smacks. Her fingers running through my black, wavy, hair. Her other hand, gently cradling my semi-flaccid cock.

"Damn," came a slur from across the room. "The two of you are... sexy."

Without words, Helen and I got into her favorite position. Scissoring my chest with her legs, as I lay on my side to kiss, suck, and nibble her tits. Again, without words, or instructions, I slipped my finger into her pussy, and...

"Ho---ly Fuck," Helen slurred, as she pulled my face harder against her left tit. Her hand on the back of my head. "I'm having a mini-orgasm, right now." She gasped for oxygen... "Your fingers are so fuckin' huge."

I slithered two fingers through her now, sloppy pussy. Each movement of my fingers in her pussy, made slurpy, and smacking noises. Helen began humping her pussy against my hand... whimpers from her lips, and her hands around my neck for leverage. Pushing my face into her tittie, as I nibbled her nipple. Seconds later... a soft, to medium crescendo...

"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum, oh... fuck," she slurred, drawing out her last two words. She quaked in my arms for a couple of seconds. Then... "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me out, right now."

"Fuck me out," a muted slur, from just a few feet away. "Wow."

I took a quick glimpse to find Robin had moved the chair closer to the bed to get a better view. I wiggled out of Helen's scissors, rolled from bed, opened the drawer for the JoJo, and...

"Give it to me," Helen commanded. "On your back and I'll be on top."

I passed the bottle of lube, crawled into bed and lay down. Helen slathered my fully erect, and stiff cock, with the JoJo, tossed the bottle to the floor, pump my dick twice, straddled my hips on her knees, pointed my dick toward her drooling pussy, lowered her hips, and...

Helen whimpered a screech, as her pussy consumed my dick. Falling forward into my chest and neck. Her muted words into my neck and shoulder...

"You're so deep. Holy fuck, David. I've missed you so much, Baby."

I answered her words with two firm, simultaneous spanks to her tight, sexy ass. The crack echoed off the walls. I heard a hiss from the direction of Robin, in reply.

Helen began wiggling her hips... slowly. Her pussy was massaging my stiff dick. Squeezing me. Undulating me. Tingles of raw sex raking my pelvis and spinal cord. My toes curled. My breathing... staccato.

Seconds later, Helen was sliding her pussy up and down, half the length of my cock. Slurpy noises from her pussy with each thrust of her hips. Her hands beside my head... her nose just three inches from mine. I could feel her heavy, staccato breathing on my face. Whimpers. Muted, staccato screeches. Her tight, tiny pussy having an effect on me. In her strangled breaths...

"You're so sexy, David. I miss you so much, right now. And...... OH!" Her last word, a sharp, loud squeak. She gulped air and consumed all available oxygen from the room. "HolyFuck, Baby. I just came on your..."

Right then, Helen went into paralysis. Quivering and shaking on top of me. Crashing into my chest and shoulder. Her eyes rolled up, and back into her head. I was fully inside her pussy. I could feel her pussy cumming hard on my dick. Her titties scratching my hairy chest. Her pussy completely swallowing my dick... her pubis and ass powerfully grinding against me.

I sensed she was coming off her orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her back, and began slowly fuckin' my lover from below. Over the next minute, I had my lover go through two powerful, screeching, screaming, wailing, and hard orgasms. She strangled for air, she was so consumed in her ecstasy. Her eyes quivering in the sockets.

I again, spanked her ass with both hands, rolled her to the side, and on her back, rose to my knees, parted her legs, lined the tip of my dick up with her slippery pussy entrance, and...

I blinked. Twice. As I looked toward my left.

Robin was next to the bed. Her eyes focused on my dick touching Helen's pussy. Then, out of nowhere...

"Put it in," Robin wheezed, as she looked at me, with sexy, intense eyes. "Fuck it."

I didn't hesitate. I pushed forward. My dick slithered through the length of Helen's pussy... my hands on the mattress beside her. I paused to let Helen...

"Oh My Gawd," she wailed. She shook her head, straightened her eyes, grabbed my forearms, and began humping her pussy against my dick... Fuckin' herself.

"Fuck me, Baby. I want it so bad." Her sexy eyes urgently pleading with me.

Slow at first, but then, a rhythmic pace... I fucked her.

Causing Helen to flail backwards onto the mattress. Her eyes rolled back. Her fists grabbed fistfuls of sheets. Staccato whines, and whimpers from her lips. Soon, her right hand began twinkling her little clit. Her left hand still squeezing the fuck out of the sheets. I knew, from past experience, Helen would be worked up into a fantastic orgasm, any moment.

Helen's sexy, perfect tits wiggling on her chest, in unison with my thrusts. The sight of her tits... driving me mad. Causing my rational brain to shut completely down, and my primal brain to creep into my neurons. The feel of Helen's pussy consuming my dick... breath taking. Literally. I began breathing in short, shallow breaths. Increasing in loudness.

I briefly heard, from beside me...

"You're a machine. Fuckin' her like a machine. So steady. So perfect. I can't believe what I'm seeing."

Right then...

Helen squeaked a loud squeak. A long, wailing whimper. Running her hands up her tummy and grabbing her tits in each hand. Squeezing them. Her eyes came back into focus on me.

"Holy Fuck," she sharply announced. "You're really deep inside me, Baby. Don't stop. Please don't stop...... OH!!!..."

Helen seized all her muscles, after her sharp cry. Clinched the sheets in her fists. Her eyes rolled back into her brain. The veins in her neck, bulging. Her tits quivering. Her cumming pussy tried... but failed... to push my dick from her velvety folds. I pushed forward, through her pelvic strength. But...

Her tight pussy had an effect on me. My orgasm. Soon to be released. Micro spiders crawling up and down my spinal cord. Sweat dripping from my face and chin. Splashing on my lover below. My toes, curled. My vision, narrowed. My mind, swimming. Right then, Helen grabbed my neck and pulled me into her chest. Kissing me. Urgently. Grabbing at my neck, back, and arms. Whimpering through our kiss. Mumbling urgently, through our kiss, Helen...

"You're fuckin' me too good, David. You're so sexy. You're dick is too good, Baby. I want you to come inside me."

My primal brain had enough. I lost all rational control. I felt like an animal. Hot blood running through my veins. My balls ached.

I wrenched myself from my lover's embrace, flipped her onto her tummy, pushed her legs together, straddled her legs on my knees, pushed my dick into her slippery pussy, and...

"YES!" Helen screamed, startling Robin... Robin squeaked loudly.

Helen craned her neck and shoulders, to look at me, before my first thrust...

"Fuck me out, David. Fuck me out!"

I don't know if I was going to fuck her out, but I did know, I was going to fuck myself out. In just a few moments. I leaned forward and my dick slithered through the length of her slick pussy. One hand on the small of her back, and the other hand on the bed by her neck. I lifted my hips and waist and thrust forward. Just then, I heard a sharp, squeaky cry from my left. As I continued thrusting into Helen, I turned to see Robin Parks.

One hand up her shirt, and the other hand twinkling her pussy, while sitting on the chair beside the bed. Fully nude from the waist down. Legs spread wide. Her right hand strumming her pussy like a banjo. Her eyes rolling back and coming back into focus. Her curly hair bouncing around on her head in random thrusts. Watching me and Helen with intensity. Helen turned her head toward Robin, also. I saw a smile appear on my lover's lips.

Within a few thrusts, Helen was screaming with each forward thrust I provided. Telling me she was going to cum again. And to fuck her harder. Helen bit into the sheets, and howled. I moved my hand from the mattress, and placed it on the side of Helen's head. Arcing my hips and waist. My weight and leverage fully on Helen. Thrusting the full length of my dick into her pussy. The front of my thighs exploding on her butt cheeks, on the forward thrusts. In just seconds...

"I'm cumming now," I managed to croak.

I lost all contact with the earth. My eyes rolled back and it hurt the muscles controlling my eyes. I wheezed for any oxygen. I groaned disgusting sounds. My cum scratched my insides as it raced toward my tiny slit. Then...

I fell to the side, as someone pulled me off Helen. Perfectly timed, my cum left my dick and I watched, crossed eyed, and unfocused...

Robin suck my dick as my cum entered her mouth.

Her fist holding my pulsating dick. Her sexy lips surrounding the tip. After a few seconds, Robin managed a crooked smile toward me, while she continued pulling suction on me.

It was a first for me. A woman taking my cum, that was meant for another.

I swallowed hard. Straining to regain oxygen to my brain and body.

"Holy fuck," I managed to garble, as Robin slurped the last of my cum, and Helen's cum, from my dick.

"That was sexy," Helen whispered, from beside me. She knelt beside me, and slurped my dick after Robin. A few seconds later, with oxygen giving me a rational thought...

"I thought you said we weren't lovers."

Robin stood upright. My eyes darted to her black pussy. Well-trimmed pussy fur. Wet with her cum. My eyes back to her sexy face. Damn, she's good lookin'.

"I may have changed my mind. I've never been fucked, like I saw you just now. I may want some of what you gave Helen."

I managed a nod.

I watched Robin gather her pants, shoes, and panties, and walk her sexy, perky, tight, athletic, dark brown ass, right out of Helen's bedroom. She briefly paused at the door, winked at me, and smiled to Helen. As she left the room, I briefly thought, that I didn't get a chance to see her tits. I was lookin' forward to that.

Right then, Helen snuggled into my side, ran her fingers through my hairy chest, kissed my lips, and moaned a sexy moan into my mouth.

"I'm still horny. I could go again," she whispered. She wiggled an eyebrow at me.

"OK. I'll need a little help down there, though."

For the next ten minutes, I watched my sexy lover make love to my dick with her lips, tongue, and fingers. Causing my eyes to roll back on occasion. She offered me the return favor of licking and sucking her pussy. I love going down on Helen. I love when she watches me kiss her pussy. Then...

I fucked her. Giving her all she asked for. Doggie. Cowgirl. I fucked her on top, smothering her with my body. Her lips on my upper chest and throat. Her arms pinned beneath me, as I rhythmically pumped my cock inside her pussy. Concentrating very hard to give my lover the orgasms she wants. Her cries, a crescendo, as her orgasms advanced to a peak. Squeaking, staccato, and loud breaths as she quaked beneath me. Her legs quivered in the air. Three times, Helen came.

For the first time, Helen tapped out on me. It only took ten minutes of a second round, for her to beg me to stop. Telling me her orgasms were too intense. She couldn't breathe.

After Helen recovered, she went to the bathroom. I went to my bathroom, took a wash cloth and cleaned my pubis and dick. My upper legs, too. Standing nude in my bathroom, a fully clothed Robin Parks stepped in behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest, from beneath my arms. Palming my pectorals... covering my nipples. I could see her in the mirror above the sink. Her whisper...

"I heard Helen tell you to stop. Does she do that often?"

"It's the first time she's tapped out."

"Mmm," my potential, new lover hummed, into my ear from behind. "I can't wait until we're alone, David. I've never had a man give me an orgasm with just his dick. And, I think you're the one who can do it."

I twirled out of her embrace, took her into my arms, and looked into her sexy, dark brown eyes. I ran my fingers through her tight, permed curls. Pulling on her neck, I kissed her.

Our first kiss.

Softly. Silently asking her lips if I can enter. She tapped my lips with her tongue and I opened the door. A gentle exchange of lips and tongue ensued, for a few moments.

"I can't wait to be your lover, Robin."

*****

Robin seemed genuinely surprised.

I don't know why, but my roots commanded I offer to help Robin move her things into Helen's house. I did have a pickup truck. Turned out, she didn't have much in the storage unit she rented. It only took two trips.

The heavy stuff moved into Robin's room, I heard the doorbell ring. I had a feeling who it might be.

The neighborhood kids.

They knew I lived here. I grabbed my glove and answered the door. A huge smile on my face.

"OK," I offered the eight kids on the doorstep. "My Mom said I can play for an hour, then I have to come home."

"Your mom lives here?" a young girl asked, from the back.

"My Mom lives in Texas, but she calls me often. I call her often, too. Let's go!"

I, along with a gaggle of 8 to 12 year olds, walked the short distance to the neighborhood park. Moms, and some Dads, leaving their homes to follow us to the park. As I set up to play catch with a 12 year old, named Emily... my neighbor next door... I saw in the distance, Helen and Robin. Making their way to the park. It was still weird to see the dramatic height difference in those two. However, they seemed to be in lively conversation.

I also noticed, many of the parents were taking photos and videos, with their phones. A young boy asked if I could pitch to him... asking if he could bat first.

I spent the next hour, pitching batting practice. Hitting flys and grounders. Showing the kids I could juggle four baseballs at once. It was hilarious to see the kids try that one. I would toss a baseball behind my back and hit the glove of every kid there. It was crazy to see them try that one, too. And, it was even more crazy, when a young dad asked if I would play catch with him, and his 9 year old son... while the mom took video. I loved the moment and the smiles on their faces.

When the hour was up, I hugged the little girls, and shook hands with the little boys. The parents thanked me. Handshakes all around. I turned to see my roommates sitting on a nearby park bench. Legs crossed, and kinda sideways facing each other. Conversing. I couldn't help thinking how pretty they are.

As I approached... Robin...

"That's sweet, David. Spending time with the neighbor kids."

I gestured over my shoulder... "I think the moms and dads enjoyed it more." I got a giggle for that one. "I'm starving. Let's get cleaned up, and go to dinner together. The Intercontinental."

Helen leapt from the bench, took my arm, and pulled me toward home...

"You don't have to ask me twice," she chirped. Her fantastic smile, and super dark eyes, smacking me between the eyes.

Surprisingly, Robin took, and held my other hand, all the way back to the house. At six feet, Robin and I were nearly eye to eye. Her dark brown eyes... sexy, also. Her dark brown skin... silky. Her happy smile... fantastic... Erotic looks. Sexy. The tight curls in her hair, no longer pulled back into a pony. Instead, a wide headband, keeping her hair out of her face, and behind her small ears. Shoulder length. Robin really looks great with her hair like this.

I felt really proud. Walking into the Intercontinental Hotel with two sexy women on my arms. Pretty dresses. Sexy lipstick. A business suit for me. As we were escorted to our table...

"David!" came my brother's voice, from over my shoulder. I didn't hesitate. I spun on a toe, and headed straight to his table. Absolutely ignoring who was with him. He stood from his table and I took him into my arms. Holding him like I never wanted to let him go. He returned the embrace with the same emotion.

After our embrace, Donald introduced me to his date...

"Julia, this is my brother, David. David... Julia and I met on Instagram."

I furled my eye at my brother. Social media? My brother?

"I know what you're thinking," he offered, to my frown, and unasked question. "But, my agent insisted. If I want more sponsorships, its necessary."

I nodded, and turned to the sexy blonde sitting across from my brother.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Julia. I hope you know what you're getting into, sitting here with my brother." I offered a sarcastic half laugh. "You really look fantastic tonight."

"Thank you," she replied, with happy blue eyes and a sexy smile. "Donald speaks of you often. Third base, right? Leading the majors in batting average, and RBIs, right?"

Again, with thick sarcasm... "It's nice to have a brother, who notices one's accomplishments." I coaxed a giggle from Julia. Damn, she's pretty. Something Donald is good at. Being with pretty, sexy women.

My roommates stepped up right then...

"Julia, these are my roommates. Helen Bergeron, and Robin Parks. They are also employees with the Kansas City Royals." I did notice, when I said... "roommates"... Julia's eyes widened. A cocked grin in the girls' direction.

Before Julia could reply, Helen was on her like a tick...

"It's wonderful to meet you, Julia," Helen said, with excitement in her voice. "I love your music. Get Those Boots, and Get Out. Half Moon, Rising. I'm Leaving this Sleepy Town."

My brother began laughing. Hard. I'm sure the look on my face told the story, that I had no idea what was going on. I turned to Robin, and she looked a little confused, too. But, she kept a happy smile on her lips. And then, Robin confirmed my suspicion.

Robin, with that fantastic smile, honestly told Julia that she didn't follow music that well, but she did know who she was, because some of the players, and colleagues, would play Julia's music. I had heard the music, too, but I have absolutely no interest in music. Just baseball. Then...

"Have dinner with us," Donald offered, to me. "We haven't ordered yet."

Before I could respond, Helen stepped between me and Donald...

"Thank you, Donald, but not tonight. We're celebrating our new friendships." Turning to Julia... "Julia, it was absolutely wonderful to meet you. I would like to leave you my card. I would be interested in asking, if you would sing the National Anthem at one of the Royals games, this year. I would completely understand, if you couldn't, with your schedule and all." Helen quickly reached into her clutch purse, and placed a business card on the table.

Julia took the card... "I would love to sing the National Anthem at a sporting event. I've never been asked, until now. I'll be calling my agent, with your number, tomorrow morning. I just want you to know, though... I'm from St. Louis." She giggled.

The two women shook hands, and then we left. I could tell Donald was disappointed in us leaving. I was a disappointed, too. After I helped the ladies take their seats, I sat between them. With my back to Donald. I didn't want him to distract me. I began...

"OK. I know I'm a dork, most of the time. What's the deal with Julia?"

"Just a top five country singer in Nashville," my sexy, petite lover replied. She took my hand and smiled her happy smile. "Her name is Julia Childress, and she writes all her own songs, and music, plays the guitar, fiddle, banjo, mandolin, and piano, and... I'm shocked to see her with your brother. She's twenty years old. She must like older men."

"Older men?" I slurred, with an attitude. "We're just twenty-eight. That's old?"

Robin, to Helen... "Maybe though... Not so much older men, but's she attracted to him. Donald is hot and outgoing. And, a famous baseball player. She's probably seen his sponsorships by now."

I nodded.

We ordered drinks, then dinner. During dinner, I asked, and found out...

Robin Parks. BS, Kinesiology, University of Georgia. MS, Sports Training and Certification, University of Tennessee. Certified EMT and certified paramedic. Graduated high school at 16. BS at 19. MS at 20. Interned for the Atlanta Braves. Assistant trainer for the Orioles and Cardinals. I also found out, she didn't play college sports. But, she did play intramural basketball with the campus black women's clubs, at both Georgia, and Tennessee. And, she continues to work out and run. Telling me, she runs the stadium steps, too, after seeing me and Donald do it.

I also found out...

Married.

At 20.

Divorced.

After three months.

Fuckin' husband screwing around in their bed, while she was in class at Tennessee. Caught not one woman, but two women in her bed. Her husband, a grad student, also.

"I fell into his spell," she sighed. "DeMar was good lookin', sexy, and had smooth talk any woman likes to hear. I had no idea he was cheating on me while were dating, and married."

I couldn't help thinking how similar her divorce mirrored Helen's. I wondered...

I looked to both women... "Did the two of you discuss this before tonight? Because, this sounds a lot like what happened to Helen."

Helen... "We did. The first time, when Robin called to talk about the room. We talked for nearly an hour." Helen took my left hand. "I told Robin, you're the best lover I've ever had. 200% better than anyone else."

I felt Robin take my right hand... "Just so you know. I've never been with a white man, before." I saw her tilt her head. Did she expect me to confess, too? I looked to Helen. The look on her face said... "Yes."

"Well," I began. I felt my words stick in my throat. "Umm. Robin. I can't... umm, I've been with women of color. But, I do need to tell you. You're one of the prettiest women I know. I'm also attracted to your confidence. After hearing about your career, I was thinking just that. I knew, on the first day we met, your confidence was on full display. Your previous career confirms my impression of you. I've watched how you interact with the players, and coaches. Professional and confident. I admire that. Did I mention you're pretty?"

I saw Robin's eyebrows arch, and she turned to Helen.

"I told you," Helen began. "A lover who respects you. Everything about you." Then, Robin leaned toward me... a soft voice...

"You don't have a problem with Helen taking other lovers? What's the deal?"

"Helen is Helen. I want her just as she is. She told me she wanted to explore her sexuality, and I don't have any right to object." I paused and squeezed Helen's hand. "Helen always comes back to me. That's what I want. I do realize, she may not come back, someday, because someone has taken her heart. I'm good with Helen being happy. With me, or not with me."

Robin squinted her eyes at me... "You're too good to be true."

"Maybe," I replied. "Lovers, or not lovers. I'll always treat you with respect. A friendship is my goal. A professional friendship, if you want it."

"I can assure you, David," my sexy roommate began. "I will be a lover. At least once, after seeing your performance this afternoon. Then, we'll take it from there."

"OK."

"And," Robin continued... in a whisper...

"We're gonna find out tonight."

*****

On the way home from the Intercontinental, I had a hard time thinking of anything, except for the starting pitcher tomorrow night. Against the Diamondbacks... Justin Melton.

I should be thinking about screwing the sexiest black woman I've ever met. I feared my OCD was kickin' in, and I couldn't satisfy my new lover. When a scheduled game nears, my brain switches into overdrive. Baseball. And, nothing else matters.

After arriving home, Robin took my hand, without a word, and led me straight to her bedroom, across the hall from mine. Closing the door behind us.

While Robin led the way to her room, I looked over my shoulder to see a smiling Helen... wiggling her petite fingers in a "goodbye, and have fun," sort of way. I returned a gentle wave of my hand and a smile, too.

Again, without a word, Robin turned her back to me. I knew this one... Unzip her dress, which I did. She stepped toward her bed, spun on a toe, to face me, and let the dress drop to her feet.

"Wow," I whispered.

Standing before me. Tall, slender, athletic. I could see slightly, defined muscle in her abs, legs, and arms. A black, underwire, strapless bra, in sharp contrast to her dark brown skin. A black thong panty. A skimpy thong panty. A happy smile and slender neck. She arched an eyebrow and looked me up and down.

I made for the chair and removed my shoes and socks. Robin turned off the light by her bed, and turned on a rope light attached to the top of the headboard. It softened the light in the room. A warm light.

I stood. Removed my business suit coat. Placing it on the back of the chair. Followed by... my pants, my necktie, shirt, and underwear. Robin... standing across the room. Watching me with great interest.

In a subdued voice... "You're the sexiest white man I've known. The most athletic specimen of a man I've ever seen. I have to say, I'm more turned on now, than when I first met you."

I took a few steps toward her, then stopped... "I too, took notice of you, Robin, that first day. I'm looking forward to this." I felt my dick twitch. The thought of the starting pitcher, for tomorrow night, was overwhelmed by the black goddess just a few feet away.

As she stepped forward, towards me... "My STD report came back this afternoon. It's on my phone, if you want to see it."

"I presume, I have nothing to worry about."

"You don't. And... you won't have to worry about a baby, either. I have the same BC Helen has. The tiny tube in my arm."

"So... We both can relax and enjoy this... Together."

Robin stopped right in front of me and pierced my brain with her sexy eyes. Appearing to examine my soul. Her shiny lip gloss twinkling in the low light. A few seconds of her awkward stare, she turned her eyes to my chest. Touching me with her fingers. Slowly... caressing the hair. I heard a soft hiss from her lips.

"I have ached to touch you, David. Seeing you in the locker room, and training room. I just... have to feel your muscles." She touched my pectorals. Both of them. "Oh my God," she whispered. "I've never been with anyone like you." Still focusing on my body, she lightly drew her fingers across my upper chest. "Massive," she whispered. She turned to her right and drew her fingers across my collar bone, touching my shoulder. Stopping to examine my biceps, triceps, and forearm with her fingers. Continuing to touch me as she moved behind me.

"So sexy," she whimpered softly. Her fingers caressing the muscles in my back. My shoulders. Then, my butt. "Massive man, but agile, like a cat." Then, her hands wrapped around my chest from beneath my arms. Pressing her palms against my upper chest. Her head lay against my shoulders. Her tits pressed into my back. I could feel her against my butt. I could now smell her. Her arousal. The scent causing my primal brain to stir.

She held me from behind for a few seconds, then, I turned in her arms to face her. I reached around and unsnapped her bra... tossing it to the side. She quickly pressed her tits against my chest, and put her arms around my neck.

Our kiss.

Soft. Gentle. Meaningful.

Her full lips smacking soft smacks against mine. My dick was now semi-flaccid. Pushing against her pubis. Her aroma the cause. Her right hand gently caressed my black, wavy hair. Her left hand caressing my closely cropped hair on the side and back. Then, she slithered her fingers down my chest, abdomen, and cradled my semi-rigid dick. Moments later, Robin's whisper against my lips...

"I want you to kiss my nipples, like you did Helen."

Without a word, I walked her backwards towards the bed. Then, I slipped my thumbs inside her thong and raked them over her hips. She took over, peeling the tiny cloth from her legs... then, her feet. Tossing it to the side. Again, her lips on mine. Her arms around my neck. Standing on her toes. Her kiss... more urgent. Soft whimpers from her lips. I took my left hand and palmed her butt cheek. Running that same hand up her back as her tongue tapped my uvula.

I gently urged her to mount her bed. Standing on her knees, I lay on my side. Her smile... Fantastic. Her tits...

Not as big as Helen's. But, erect.. standing proudly... on her chest. Teardrop shaped with her very black nipples, and areola, in stark contrast to her dark brown skin. I could easily put my large hand over her breast. Her black, erect nipples... the sight stimulating my primal brain. I want to kiss, suck, and nibble her tits.

"Put your legs around me," I urged. My eyes focused on her tits. Robin scissored me with her legs. Long, sexy legs. I reached around and pulled her closer by her butt. Now...

Those tits.

I opened my mouth and took her nipple between my lips. Pulling gentle suction...

"Oh, fuck," she slurred, in a soft whisper. She pushed herself closer. Holding the back of my head... pressing my lips firmly against her tit. "David." A barely audible whisper. She began hissing from her throat. I raked her stiff nipple against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Over and over. "OhMyGod," she whimpered. She grabbed my face, with both hands. Directing me towards a kiss. An urgent kiss. Her tongue slashing at my lips and tongue. I kissed her urgently in return. My dick firming up quickly. As we kissed, I slipped my middle finger into her pussy and...

"OhMyGod," she squelched, into my mouth. I saw her eyes rolled back and quiver for a moment. Her hand on the back of my neck. Pulling me harder into our kiss. "Another finger." Her mumble past my lips. I added my ring finger. She whimpered and squeaked into my mouth. Her hips and pussy humping at my fingers. Urgently. Each forward thrust, her muted whine into our kiss. Her pussy emitting sloppy, slurpy sounds as she fucked my fingers. The aroma of her arousal overwhelming me. I could feel my blood go hot.

"Your fingers are huge," she offered, through a pause in our kiss. Her sexy, and urgent eyes drilling into mine. "I want you so bad right now." Right then, her eyes rolled back, momentarily, when I rubbed the inside front of her pussy, with my fingers.

I rolled out of our embrace, left the bedroom for my room, and returned with the JoJo. Robin had added a wide, dark brown headband, to keep her hair pulled back. The type she wears at work. Robin then rolled to the edge of the bed and sat down. Feet on the floor. Gesturing me to stand in front of her. As I neared, she grabbed my dick and began fellating me. Sloppy smacks against my fully engorged dick. My eyes rolled back... I put a gentle hand on her head...

"Fuck... me," I softly howled to the ceiling.

Fellating me for only a few seconds, then... she rolled onto the bed...

"My turn. Go down on me."

I knelt on the floor next to the bed, reached for her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Parting her legs, I kissed her pussy. Softly. Gently. Right on top of her stiff, and tiny, clit...

"Oh... fuck," she whimpered.

I licked her tiny clit. I gently sucked it. Her whispered reply... "OhMyGod." On her back... eyes closed... facing the ceiling... I saw her grab her titties, in the palms of her hands, and squeeze them. Hissing and whining as she did so.

I slithered my lips and tongue down the left side of her labia. Licked the entrance to her pussy. Sucked her perineum. Inhaled the stimulating aroma from her slit. And returned to her tiny nub, via the right side of her pussy.

She arched her back and rested on her elbows... watching me suck her pussy. Her slurred whisper...

"So far, so good, David. You're living up to Helen's description of you." I felt her hip jerked... pressing her pussy against my mouth. "Damn, your good." I dined on her pussy for about two minutes. Her aroused aroma, entering my nostrils, seeping into my blood veins. Stimulating every cell in my body. My cock... throbbing. Aching to be released on this sexy woman. Then...

"On your back," she sharply ordered. "I'll be on top. I want to take it slow for the first time."

I nodded, mounted the bed, and lay on my back. My head on the pillows. I took the JoJo in my hand and stroked my dick. Robin... watching me intently. My dick her focus.

I put the JoJo on the night stand, as Robin straddled my pubis, while on her knees. A quick look at my eyes. Damn she's sexy. Her perky tits gently wiggling on her chest, sending a coded message to my primal brain... Fuck her... Fuck her good.

Robin took my dick in hand, lowered her pussy to the tip, and then gently pushed herself onto my dick. As my dick was slowly swallowed by her pussy...

"Oh... My... Gawd," she whimpered. Again, her eyes quivered. Her titties quivered.

She sat on my lap. Stationary. Fully impaled by my dick. Tight pussy, causing my eyes to roll back for just a moment. My blood getting hotter. I could see she was swallowing hard. Her breaths, staccato... A weird, but sexy, squeak in her inhaled breath. Both her hands on her tits... Squeezing... pushing her tits into her chest... slightly toward her neck... sitting fully upright on my dick... on her knees... her eyes staring blankly at mine... A whisper...

"You're so deep inside me, right now." My reply...

"You're driving me insane, Robin. I want you so bad." Her reply...

"You're touching me in places I didn't know I had." She gasped at a breath... again, that erotic squeak on her inhaled breath... "It's... wonderful."

"It is wonderful. You're so pretty right now."

Then, Robin placed her hands on my upper chest. Drilling her sexy eyes into mine. A determined look in her expression. Then... she tentatively lifted her hips, and pushed down again. I saw her eyes roll back, as I took her wrists into my hands. To keep her steady, leaning against my chest.

"Fuck me, Pretty Girl," I offered.

And she did. Leaning forward some more... her hands pressing harder against my chest, for leverage... she lifted her hips again... establishing a moderate rhythm. Fucking herself with my dick. For the next 30 seconds, she wheezed, and mumbled, on the exhale, and a sharp squeak on the inhale. Sexy. Erotic. Fucking weird squeak on that inhale. I like it, though.

I couldn't help watching those tits. Jumping up and down on her chest. Driving my primal brain mad. My blood... again, getting hotter with her tight pussy fucking me. It was only a few moments later...

"I'm cumming," she gargled. Her eyes rolled back... in a crescendo... "I'm cumming so fuckin' hard right, NOW!"

Robin came crashing down into my chest and shoulder. Whining and squeaking like a puppy dog. Her arms around my neck... a firm embrace. Quivering on top of me. I gave her a sharp slap on her left butt cheek, with my hand. She whimpered at the impact.

"That was a good one," I encouraged. "Give me another one."

She placed her hands beside my head... looking down on me... her eyes rolled back for a second...

"Holy fuck," she whimpered. "I've never cum so hard, and so fast. How?"

"Because you wanted it to be this way. Fuck me, Robin. I want you so bad."

Still, with her hands beside my head, looking down on me... she began fucking me. Lifting and thrusting her pussy against my dick. Her eyebrows twisted into sexual arousal, and agony. Whines, whimpers, mumbles, and that erotic squeak, on the inhale, of her staccato breaths. She only fucked me for a few seconds, when...

She righted herself. Her hands on my chest... Erect posture. A mindless stare at the wall behind me. Her hips quivering aggressively against me. Grinding her pubis against mine. Her pussy clutching my dick.. a firm grip. She shook her head... her permed curls slashed the air. Then, she dipped her chin and gave me a momentary stare. Confusion? One hand still on my chest, she leaned forward. Taking my face with her other hand. Kissing me. Aggressively. Her mumbles into my mouth...

"You're so sexy, David." And, "You're dick is insane." And, "You feel so fuckin' good inside me."

I answered her with a sharp whack to her sexy ass, with both hands... simultaneously. She whimpered into my mouth after impact.

I wrenched out of her grasp, rolled her to the side, onto her back. Knee walked between her parted legs, lined up my dick with her oozing pussy, and...

"PUT IT IN!" she ordered. Her neck craned... on her elbows, to watched me go inside her.

I pushed forward with my dick, leaning over my new lover, and placed my hands on the mattress beside her. Hovering above her... I watched her eyes roll back and quiver...

"Ho---ly fuck," she wheezed, in a slur. She inhaled and squeaked. She gently quivered through another orgasm. She looked at me with crossed eyes. I began fucking her. A moderate, rhythmic pace. Her titties rolling around on her chest with my thrusts. She fell from her elbows, back into the bed. Her right hand sneaked down her tummy and began twinkling her little clit. Her left hand, squeezing her nipple. Her breaths became more staccato. Her inhaled squeaks... louder. Her left hand gripping my wrist... the veins in her neck bulging... her parted legs quivering... violently.

Her muted wheeze... "I don't want it to fuckin' stop."

I fucked my exotic black princess for the next two minutes. Robin counted out three orgasms... quivering gently beneath me, with each one. Her grip on my wrist, becoming painful. Then, her plea...

"I want you to cum, Baby."

I was already on the verge of erupting. My need rapidly approaching. My blood felt like it would explode from my skin.

I placed a hand on the back of her thigh. Forcing her leg toward her. I lengthened my thrusts. Forcing my pubis and thighs against her body. The impacts echoed from her bedroom walls. Robin was whining and whimpering mumbled words. Her inhaled squeaks echoed from the walls. My primal need wouldn't allow me to hear her cries of passion.

I wailed like an injured animal... "Oh fuck." Several times, I wailed these words, as the euphoric urge to cum, rapidly approached. Then, I did hear...

"CUM ON ME!"

Robin's words crashed the gates. My cum raced from my balls. I withdrew at the last moment and...

Took my throbbing dick in hand, and aimed my erupting cum at Robin's tummy. Pumping my dick with my fist. Groans and moans from my throat... My cum... Between her pubis and belly button. Two shots to the tummy. My ecstasy got away from me, and I shot one rope of cum at her left tit. Hitting her underboob.

I whined. I mumbled, "Oh fuck." I whimpered like a dog, until the last dribble of white, sticky, cum emerged from my tiny slit. I watched in amazement, on my knees between Robin's parted legs, as Robin took her fingers and scooped up my cum. Offering her fingers to her lips. Sucking on them. Cooing from her throat, with her eyes closed. It was erotic to watch her swipe my cum from beneath her tittie... licking the proceeds with her lips and tongue.

Before I knew it, Robin arched her back, grabbed me by the neck and chest, and pulled me on top of her. Her soft kiss. Our gentle kiss. Exchanging greetings with our lips and tongues. Her whisper... just millimeters from my lips...

"You fucked me out, good, Baby."

"I'm your Baby, now?"

"Yes," she hissed. "And, my lover. My only lover. I don't want anyone, but you, David." She paused to kiss me. Exploring my molars with her tongue. "I'll share you with Helen, of course. But, I'm not sharing myself with anyone but you. You just gave me the fuckin' I've only dreamed about. It was... way better than I could've imagined." She touched our noses... her whisper... "I haven't had sex in nearly two years." She kissed me... briefly. "We can't be overt about our relationship. OK?"

"I agree."

"I know you're strong willed, but I'm worried about me." She giggled.

"We'll be fine, Robin. And... you're fantastic. Thank you."

She hissed at me, then kissed me. Slithering her tongue through my molars... "I should be the one to thank you." She gave me a peck on the lips. A lusty stare from her eyes... Her whisper... "I'm still horny." She gave me a sinister grin, and squinted eyes.

Robin went down on me for the next few minutes. Reviving my dick for additional fuckin'. I didn't ask... I went down on her next. Kissing. Sucking. Licking her pussy and little clit. Raking the tiny nub with my tongue against my teeth. Gentle sucking. Her well-groomed pussy. Short fur.

On her elbows, watching me go down on her. I saw her eyes roll back, on occasion. Again, Robin was inhaling sharply with a squeak. A funny sound I had never heard before. At least it told me I was performing well. She told me so.

Fuckin' Robin from behind, on her hands and knees, she was doing all the fuckin'. I was just the instrument. Rocking forward and backward, on her hands and knees... fuckin' herself with my dick. Wheezing, whimpering, wailing, squeaking. In the next two, or three minutes, she fucked herself into two orgasms. Quaking and shivering on her hands and knees. Squealing and wheezing. Then...

Over the next two, or three minutes, we were in an embrace. Me on top. Kissing each other while I short stroked her pussy. Her arms around my back and neck. Her tits smashed against my chest. More wheezing... into my mouth. More whimpering... into my neck. More wailing, "Oh fuck!" and, "Oh shit!" and, "Yes!" from her lips. More squeaks. Her long legs flailing in the air. Mumbles and wails from her lips...

"You're so deep." And, "You're fuckin' me too good." And, "I don't want it to stop."

Robin seized into an unannounced orgasm. Digging her fingernails into my back, and her other hand grabbing a fistful of sheets. In a drawn out, strangled, wail, she...

"I'm cummin' so hard right now." Followed by her little inhaled squeaks.

Without a word, I withdrew to my knees. Flipped Robin onto her tummy. Pushed her long legs together. Crossed her ankles. Straddled her legs. Aimed my dick at her sloppy pussy. And...

Pushed my dick through the length of her slippery, and velvety folds. Falling forward to hover above her back... my hands on the mattress...

"HO---LY FUCK!" she wailed. She wrenched her neck to look at me. "I'm already cummin' again! I love it. Oh gawd! I love it!"

I leaned forward. I put a hand on her lower back. Another, near her shoulder, on the mattress. Then, I arced my lower back and hips and began slowly fucking Robin. Long stroking her. My pubis spanking her sexy, tight ass on the forward thrust.

"YES! YES! Oh fuckin' gawd, YES!" she cried, into the mattress. Biting the sheets.

It was then, I noticed Helen had entered the room. Completely nude. Watching us. I returned my focus to Robin. I fucked her for about a minute. Then, I put my hand on the side of her head and continued fuckin' her. My long strokes... more aggressive.

"If..." I huffed, through a forward thrust. "This is too much, you have to tell me!"

"NEVER!" she screeched.

I increased the aggressiveness of my thrusts. My pubis impacting her ass was loud. Very loud. I feared I may have gone too far. Then, Robin screeched...

"FUCK ME HARDER!"

I looked to Helen with a doubtful look. She too, was surprised Robin was able to take my aggressiveness. By now, my pubis impacting Robin's sexy ass, sounded like gun shots. Seconds later, Robin went into a body seizing orgasm. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Gripping the sheets so hard, she pulled them from the edges of the mattress. Squeaking loudly in her inhaled breaths. Her pussy clutched my dick hard. Really hard. Sending signals to my primitive brain...

In just a matter of seconds, I was cummin' hard into Robin's pussy. My eyes rolled back as my pelvic muscles squeezed cum from my body. Cramps in my back and legs. Then, I rolled away and stood beside the bed. On her tummy, I watched Robin heaving for more oxygen. Squeaks on the inhale. Her breaths, audible.

"Holy fuck," she managed to wheeze, through strangled breaths. I saw her eyes roll back. "I had no idea... my first day... as a roommate... would end like this." She struggled for air a few seconds more. "Thank you, David. That was..." she wheezed, and inhaled. "Fantastic. Thank you."

"It was," I replied, as I knelt on the floor beside her...

"A fantastic day, too."

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