Ann: A Love Story Ch. 11

It seemed Matt's team had some turmoil of their own. The guy who usually pitched didn't show up. And Matt was the one that stepped up and took on the challenge of pitching. I wasn't sure he'd ever pitched slow pitch before, and I wondered if he was volunteering to impress his former babysitter. Nothing would surprise me when it came to Matt.

I was one of the fastest guys on the team, and I was a line drive hitter that could place the ball to all fields. At the tournament, I batted in a couple of different places in the lineup, because of the special rules for it being co-ed, and because I was new to the team. In our lineup, I was the prototype leadoff man, and that's where I was hitting to start the game. We were the visiting team, which meant Ann was going to see 'her man' go up against Matt to start the game off.

With us only having the minimum number of players, we didn't have anybody in our dugout to keep the scorebook. One of my teammates asked me if Ann could do it, and I said I didn't know. When I asked her, she took the book and the pen from me.

"Sure, it will give me something to do besides look at your ass when you bend over at first."

I was going to ask Ann if she knew how, but I decided to wait and see. The last thing I wanted to do was insult her. She looked at the book and then up at me.

"Looks like you're leading off, baby."

"Yeah, I usually do."

Ann looked out to the mound and saw Matt taking his warm up throws.

"Why don't you go out there and break up his no hitter."

The fact that I was with a girl that even knew what a no hitter was got me excited. It was obvious that there were levels to Ann that I hadn't considered, and I should have. I knew she was athletic, and so was her brother. So why wouldn't she know. I had a brief flash go through my head, wondering how athletic any children we might have together would turn out to be.

"Whoa, where the hell did that come from?" I said to myself. It was a ridiculous thought; it was so random that I actually shook my head to get it to leave.

Unnerved, I put my energy into swinging the bat to loosen up and think about something other than the bizarre speculation that I'd just conjured up. I was relieved that my arm didn't hurt to swing the bat, and that got me focused. Stepping into the batter's box, I took a few more swings, and dug in. Matt laughed at me as I threatened to bunt, and he actually held onto the ball instead of pitching it. It was enough to throw him off just a bit.

Matt's first pitch was a little flat for a slow pitch game; not a lot of arc to it, but still legal and a lot easier to hit. He'd also left it a little outside. I waited on it, and ripped it to right field. It landed just inside the line, and I was standing on third base by the time they got the ball back to the infield. I couldn't believe the thrill I got just hearing Ann cheer for me as I ran around the bases. The next batter hit a single, and I found myself next to Ann on the bench after scoring the games' first run.

"I don't remember you being that fast in high school, Neil."

"I wasn't. I was one of those really late bloomers. I'd like to think that I'm just hitting my peak."

"Wow. That's interesting. I thought it was girls that hit their peak in their late twenties."

"Well, I'm sure I'm the exception. But I'm not eighteen anymore. I can't recover as easily as I used to."

Ann put her hand on my leg, near my crotch, and rubbed the inside of my thigh a little.

"Maybe you just need someone to inspire you," she said, winking at me.

"I'm sure if anyone can get me up and going, it would be you," I said winking back.

We kind of let the sexual banter go, not wanting to make a spectacle of ourselves during the game. It wasn't like Ann Arbor. I knew everyone on the field. Ann and I didn't want to become the focus of a lot of talk, so we cooled it, just a little. And she seemed to take the lead on that. I wasn't sure why, since I was the one that still lived in town. For whatever reason, she backed off, going so far as to take her hand from my leg and changing the subject.

Ann was marking the latest hit in the scorebook, and she said, "You not only broke up Matt's no hitter, you broke up his shutout too."

I had to laugh. Talk about no hitters and shutouts in slow pitch softball were ludicrous, but it gave us something to talk about. As I watched her keep score, I got excited again. It was pretty clear she knew the game; very, very well. It's amazing the odd kinds of things that can arouse a man, some they may not know until they happen. I was actually getting a little hard just from watching this woman and her perfect handwriting chart a softball game.

We had a big lead going into the bottom of the inning, and I took a ball out to my position at first to warm up the infield. I felt comfortable within a couple of throws to me, and rolled the ball into the dugout to get ready for the first batter. The dugouts were really just covered benches. There were no steps, or fences, or anything. You just walked off the field and sat down.

As I rolled the ball, I noticed that Ann had moved, so that she was farther down the bench. She had turned her body a little so that she was facing me. She gave me a little wave, along with a very sexy smile. I gave her a bewildered look, but waved back. We got through that inning fairly quickly, but gave up a couple of runs. Still, it didn't seem that long before I was back next to Ann.

"Why'd you move?"

"I just wanted to give you a better view."

"A better view...of what?"

"Me, silly!"

I just smiled and picked up a bat. Matt made almost the same pitch to me that he did the first time, and I actually got more aluminum on it. It landed past the outfielder, and I had myself an inside the park homer. I was a little winded when I got back to the dugout, and Ann was waiting for me in that sexy dress. She stood up, and gave me a big hug, and a sloppy kiss. It was a moment that wasn't missed by many, including Matt.

Heading out into the field, I took my position at first, playing close to the line because of a left-handed batter. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ann shift a little. My mind went back to her comment about moving so I could get a better view. I wondered if that was what she meant, her being in my peripheral vision. It turned out, that wasn't what Ann meant at all.

After the first out, a groundout to short where I had to make a scoop out of the dirt, I threw the ball back to the pitcher and started smoothing out the dirt with my shoe. It was a habit I had developed playing baseball as far back as little league. I usually did it between pitches as a routine to keep focus. It was also a superstition, developed on the pretense that by doing it, it would keep me from getting bad hops caused by the divots created by cleats digging into the dirt.

I heard Ann yelling from the dugout. "Way to pick it out there, first baseman!"

Getting my attention, I glanced over towards Ann. The look on her face was pure horniness. At least, that's what I took from it. It caught me off guard enough that after the first pitch, and instead of smoothing out dirt like a sixth grader, I looked back over to Ann.

It would have been a scene out of 'Basic Instinct', but that movie was still a few years from being made. Ann slowly uncrossed her sexy legs, and spread them a little. I know I was the only one that had a clear view, which was her intention. There, standing near first base on a softball field in Northeast Indiana, I got my first breathtaking glimpse of Ann's sweet, smooth pussy.

It wasn't an up close view, and that so didn't matter! I actually missed the next pitch staring at it. The ping of the bat brought me back to the action, and I panicked to find where the ball was. I felt fortunate that it was a high, lazy fly ball to left. I shook my head and looked back to Ann, who was pointing at me and laughing. I didn't miss another pitch, but I also didn't miss another opportunity to watch Ann flash me.

Returning to the dugout, she was still laughing at me.

"It's a good thing the ball wasn't hit at you. You might have been killed."

"I would have died happy," I said, still staring at her crotch, even though her legs were crossed again.

The next inning, I was treated to Ann moving one of her hands to her dripping cunt. She would quickly finger herself, and then bring her fingers to her mouth. I'd never had more trouble trying to stay focused on a game I was playing, in any sport, in my life. I would watch the pitch, and look at Ann; watch the pitch, and look at Ann. It got to the point that I didn't want to come off the field. I was having more fun standing there at first base watching her play with herself.

Back in the dugout, I sat next to her again. I started to say something, but when I opened my mouth, Ann shoved her middle and index fingers past my lips.

"How do I taste, baby?"

I smiled around her fingers, sucking hard on them. Feeling the attention being drawn to us, Ann pulled them out and resumed her work on the scorebook, trying to blend into the background. A difficult task when you're wearing a dress that's telling everyone to 'look at me and my hot body.'

I leaned in close and said, "You taste amazing, Ann. I can't wait for a chance to find out how you taste without the fingers."

Ann let out a little squeal, and I got up to go hit again. It was a single to right center that time up, and eventually scored a couple of batters later. I went out into the field, hoping to get another inning of playing peek-a-pussy, but was surprised when I looked over to see Ann sitting next to Maria, Matt's sister.

Surprisingly, I wasn't disappointed. Ann and I had had some fun, and we were both pretty keyed up. This was going to force us to maintain some semblance of control, at least at the game. And I reflected back to a comment Ann had said earlier about her parents. I was monopolizing Ann's time. She'd come back for a week, but she was ending up spending most of it with me. There had to be other people that wanted to see her besides me. And Maria was one of them.

Ann had babysat both Matt and Maria. In fact, she'd told me that she practically raised them. Karen, their mother, was a workaholic who ran a local clothing store. Their Father, Henry, was a county surveyor who worked very long days. During the summer and after school, Ann would head over to their house and become 'Mom'. So it was only natural that Maria would want to spend more time with her.

I spent the next few innings listening to them talk and laugh. I think it was good for Ann to see Maria, now a high school senior, as more of a grown up. I could feel the pride she had in how both Maria and Matt had turned out. She certainly played an important hand in their upbringing, and that wasn't lost on either of her 'kids'.

Going into the last inning, we had the game in hand. I was walking over to get my bat, when Ann stopped me.

"The left fielder has been playing toward center the last two times you've come up because you keep hitting to right."

"Okay, I'll hit this one down that line," I said confidently.

Ann smiled and said, "Don't run too fast. You only need a double for the cycle."

I walked to the plate with a grin on my face. Most girls I'd ever been with wouldn't have known I had three hits, never mind that the only kind I didn't have yet was a double. Hitting a single, double, triple and homer in the same game is not something I could remember doing. To do it against Matt would be cool.

I went to the plate hoping that Matt would throw me a pitch I could pull. Sure enough, the left fielder was shading me towards center again. Knowing I'd taken him towards right all the other times, Matt tried something different, and I got that inside pitch on the second one I saw. I wasn't trying to kill it, more intent on placing it where I wanted it. I hooked the ball slightly, and it fell short and right of the left fielder, who did a great job of getting to the ball and getting it back into the infield.

I was able to coast into second with a double, and I didn't have to fake it by pulling up when I could have gone to third if I'd had hit it really hard down the line. It was a legitimate cycle, and Ann was yelling and screaming. As I looked back into the dugout, I could see her showing Maria the scorebook, explaining the rarity of what I'd just done. Well, it's probably not all that rare in softball, but I still thought it was pretty cool.

We closed out the game, winning 19-7, and I proceeded to use the recommended daily dosage of sarcasm and good-natured ribbing that are required when one friend beats another in a sporting event. Matt took it well and gave some back, which is also required.

He got me good when he said, "I just wanted you to look good in front of your girlfriend."

I had no rebuttal, and I didn't feel the need to. It seemed I was getting the 'girlfriend' comment from all angles. The more I heard it, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the more I became comfortable with it. Even just for the week, the thought of having Ann as mine, and that I belonged to her seemed right, and it made me feel ecstatic inside. Any other time, if Matt had kidded me about a girl I had dated, I would have had some snappy comeback. The fact that I didn't say anything, replying only with a smile, caught Matt off guard. He was expecting a witty exchange. Instead, I reached over and took Ann's hand in mine.

Ann stopped talking to Maria for a second to look at her hand, then at me, and then at Matt. She offered him the same smile I was wearing, and she turned to resume her conversation. That little gesture spoke volumes to Matt, and it made my heart start pounding. Just holding Ann's hand there, in public, gave me a sense of belonging that I'd missed for years. I actually felt loved...or at least very, very liked.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I was getting hungry, having put off dinner in order to play. I tugged at Ann's hand and she turned to me.

"Are you ready to get something to eat?" I asked.

"Sure. Let me just say goodbye."

Ann treated every encounter like it was the last time she'd see whomever she was talking to. Part of that was just her nature. But part of it was that she was spending so much time with me that she didn't know if she'd see people again before she left to go home. Matt and Maria were no exception, and they each got big hugs. Maria cried a little, which I expected. Matt was stoic and jovial, which was his natural response.

Ann and I walked up to the car, hand in hand. I put my stuff in the back, and pulled out the sports bag.

"What's that?" Ann asked.

"Cloths. I brought a couple of outfits with me."

"Are we going away. I only have what I'm wearing."

"Which isn't much," I said leering at her.

"You liked that, didn't you? God, I felt so naughty flashing you!"

"I did...and you are naughty, which I also like."

"So, why all the cloths?"

"I didn't know where we were going, or what you were going to wear tonight, so I wanted to be able to change on the fly without going home."

We drove a short distance to the colleges' athletic facility. It was usually open, even in the summer. I took the bag and told Ann I'd be back in a couple of minutes. I walked back to the car wearing a long sleeved silk burgundy dress shirt, a pair of stylish black pants made of a very thin fabric, and some hip black shoes.

I didn't dress up often, but I could if I wanted to. I was a little nervous because Ann was into fashion, considering it was her job. I wanted to make an impression, and hoped I complimented what she was wearing, to some extent. I did make an instinctive decision and went without the boxers. I figured if she was willing to go without like she was, why shouldn't I?

I worried that was a mistake as I walked toward the door of the building. My cock was already at a state of alert, and with it free to sway in the pants it rubbed against the material. It was getting big as I made my way down the sidewalk to the car.

Ann actually got out of the car to greet me. She was back in her sexy shoes, and she strutted over and gave me a hug, followed by a very sensuous kiss. That made my cock throb, which pulsed against her abdomen. She moaned into my mouth, as we tasted each other. As much as I wanted to stay right there and kiss her forever, I had other plans.

Driving away, I headed north.

"Where are we going?"

"A hotel," I said with a grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After announcing that our next destination was a hotel, Ann got a surprised look on her face. I could tell she was apprehensive, but I didn't offer an out. We drove in silence for the longest time as I headed to a town that was a bigger in the next county. I didn't want to go to Fort Wayne, as that would take too long. Besides, I had a destination in mind.

I could feel Ann moving in her seat as the car hummed along the highway. She was nervous, visibly nervous. Yet she wasn't saying anything. She seemed to be talking to herself, trying to get herself motivated. I wondered then if we were going too fast. I was going to say something about her not communicating, and our need to be honest with each other, like she had with me. But I wasn't being totally truthful myself. Just by saying we were going to a hotel led her to the natural conclusion that we were off to fuck each other. And actually, that was what I wanted her to think.

We pulled into the parking lot of a very nice Holiday Inn. I opened her door, and she gave me a reluctant smile, but she got out. I was reading her body language as we walked into the lobby. She wasn't unwilling. But I could tell this wasn't what she pictured for our first time together. Me either actually, although I had no idea what I did picture. I only knew that taking her to a hotel to have sex made what we had been sharing seem tawdry and cheap.

As we strode through the lobby, Ann was moving toward the check in desk. I pulled her with me by her hand, heading a different direction.

"Where are you going, Neil? I thought..."

I just smiled and led her away down a hallway to the left. We entered a dimly lit, elegant restaurant, complete with a pianist serenading the diners to soft arrangements of tasteful music. We were seated in a dark corner in a small booth. As we sat down, Ann had a look of confusion on her face. I reached out my hands and she placed hers in mine. Holding them tightly, I offered just a hint of a smile.

"I thought we were going up to a room," Ann said, finally coming to grips with the turmoil churning inside her so she could talk.

"This is one of the nicer restaurants that's close to home. Fort Wayne seemed a bit too far to go tonight."

"I...I thought...you said we were going to a hotel."

"We are at a hotel, Ann. When I saw how you were dressed tonight, I tried to think of the best place that I could take you where you'd deserve to go looking like you do. And this is the first place that came to mind. Somehow, McDonald's didn't seem to fit."

The waitress came over to the table, and we made her wait so we could order. I was famished, and I was sure Ann was too. Once she left, she picked up our conversation at exactly where we left off.

Ann smiled and said, "I just figured since you said a hotel, that you wanted to..."

"If you'd like me to get a room, Ann, I'm not going to argue. I want to be with you. God, you're amazing. But I have to be honest with you. As much as I want to, this isn't really where I'd want to. I mean, I have no better place in mind, but the fact is, bringing a woman to a hotel just to have sex with her is not who I am. It's something that was done TO me, and even though this is entirely different, I'd feel that way. I don't ever want to feel that way with you, Ann. You're too important to me to cheapen what we've shared together."