League of His Own Ch. 05

"Does being injured again concern you?" she asked as we ate.

"I'd rather not have another fractured cheekbone. I've been wanted another injury in the same place wouldn't be good. I think the concern is always around the legs, particularly muscle injuries. I had ligament trouble a few years back, so my doctor ensured I was fully fit before I was allowed to play again."

"I might have blown out my knee but at least I can still play netball, just not to as high a standard as I could before."

"Never played golf before but I'm always available for a game."

"Find somewhere secluded on the course and you could fuck me while playing a round."

I gave her a look and smiled. "I don't need an excuse to do that, Becca."

"I love you, Danny."

Taking her hand, I gently squeezed it. "Becca, I do love you in return. But this is what worries me."

"We can love each other as friends?"

"I think that's easy to do. It's if the love we have gets stronger that worries me."

"Then I'll break it off. It'll hurt, but your future isn't with me, Danny." Squeezing her hand, she squeezed it back. "I'm just being realistic about this. The media start showing an interest in your personal life, the fact you're dating an ex-teacher?"

"The President of France married one of his teachers, and the age gap is significantly larger than between you and myself." Sighing, I stroked her hand. "But I know why you're concerned. I just don't know what's going to happen, Becca. I haven't planned anything, I'm flying by the seat of my pants regarding all my relationships. I don't want to hurt anyone, but find myself falling for more than one woman at a time. It's not fair to any of you, and I'm being greedy. I know I am."

Finishing our meal, I paid the bill and escorted her outside, feeling her hand slip into mine, interlacing our fingers. I stopped and kissed her, feeling her body press into mine. Stroking her face with the back of my fingers, the look on her face had me thinking this was only going to go wrong, as she was not hiding her feelings for me any longer.

We found a quiet bar away from one of the busier streets of the city. The ambience was relaxing, the drink prices reasonable, and the background music soft that Rebecca and I could sit at the bar and continue our conversation. We pulled our stools close together, our conversations briefly halted whenever we wanted a little kiss. No massive public display of affection that would make others uncomfortable, just two young lovers enjoying a night out.

Having driven in, we eventually left and found a café where we could sip at coffee. I was amused when, sitting at the table, with Rebecca opposite me, her bare foot ended up stroking my leg before ending up nestled between my crotched. She had this impish little smirk on her face that was adorable. "Are you wanting to go home, gorgeous?"

"If you're ready, Danny."

She fell asleep as I drove us home. Parking outside her apartment block, I found her keys in her purse, easily able to carry her upstairs. She woke up just enough once I'd placed her on the bed to undress her, kissing me softly while thanking me for being a gentleman. I wasn't sure about that, but once I undressed, she spooned back against me as she was asleep again within a couple of minutes.

I woke up the next morning to find her already awake, watching me sleep, immediately admitting embarrassment for falling asleep. I assured her it was a wonderful night, and it didn't always have to end with sex. I'd been out with Kim and Wendy more than once where we just ended up snuggling and sleeping.

The weekend was what I would call relaxing. We went shopping early on Saturday morning, Rebecca insisting she would cook me dinner that evening, while also buying snacks to nibble on, a couple of bottles to drink, and the ingredients necessary to make dinner the next two evenings. Of course, she learned very quickly I was a dab hand in the kitchen, and we had a great time preparing lunch and dinner together both days I was there.

It was incredibly relaxing, neither of us feeling any pressure to do anything except enjoy the company of each other. That's not to say we didn't have sex. We made love quite often, but we enjoyed sitting back on the couch to snuggle, watching a movie or two on a streaming service, or we'd cuddle together on her rather large and comfortable couch without needing to say a word.

But it was the love making that seemed to go up a notch. She blew me twice both days. I loved showering her body with attention. No idea how many times I made her orgasm with just my tongue and fingers. Add to all the times my cock was buried inside her, and little wonder she was knackered by Sunday, wanting one last time to be intimate before we cuddled together.

"Kim, Wendy and Lisa are very lucky women," she whispered.

"And you? You're one of my girlfriends now, Rebecca. No reason to hide the fact we love each other now."

She looked up and smiled, meeting my eyes. "You should take the four of us out one night."

"If you were all to communicate and agree, I wouldn't say no, but I'm not sure any of you would be interested in group sex. Not sure any of you are interested in being with women."

"I would be," she whispered, "I'm sure you've heard of what life can be like at university. A night out with the girls, you tease the boys at the bar, then realise you like kissing your friend, so you end up going home together, and then wake up naked in the morning next to one of your best friends, and there's no awkwardness, just a feeling of contentment."

"Happen more than once?"

"I've probably slept with as many women as men, though the women were always friends. It was just fooling around, taking the edge off, so to speak."

"Well, I've never fooled around with a fellow dude, but I know what you mean. I'd go out with Rachel and be left completely blue balled by the end of our date. Go home and whack off three times in a couple of hours."

"Want to hear a rumour?"

"Sure."

"She regrets everything, Danny. She thought she had you wrapped around her finger. Actually thought you'd tolerate her fucking around. Thought you were all doe-eyed, in love, and would tolerate basically being cucked. She knew you had no idea what she was doing behind your back, so put on that performance where you found her, thinking you'd just shrug and accept it."

I laughed. I couldn't help it and, well, it was obvious Rachel didn't know me at all. "Bloody hell, it feels so long ago all that happened. But she's got regrets?"

"She actually loved you, according to what I've heard. But she's young and very fucking stupid."

"Funny way of showing it. And I've learned I was infatuated with her, not in love. What I feel for Kim, for Wendy, for Lisa, and for you, Rebecca. That's love. I find myself thinking about you all the time, but it's not just about trying to get into your panties all the time. I just like spending time with you. Rachel spent two years teasing me constantly that, by the end, it was just frustrating. And when she finally admitted the truth, it was actually a relief that I wasn't going mad."

"Danny, I'm glad you're here with me tonight."

"I'm glad I had the guts to drive you home that afternoon."

She normally walked to school each morning, and she didn't think driving her there would look good, whether I was a student there or not. We dressed in silence as we woke up, making toast and coffee, sharing glances across the counter, before I finally walked around it and kissed her. Easily lifting her up, we made out until she whispered that she really needed to go, but there was no doubt in my mind that she'd have been delighted to remain home again all day.

Walking downstairs a few minutes later, we stopped by my car. "Sure you don't want a lift?"

"The twenty-minute walk will help me calm down. I expect to be questioned by Sue and Lisa. I'm going to be completely honest going forward." She kissed my cheek one last time. "I'll miss you at school. You made my first year of teaching a wonderful experience, Danny. Not sure I'll sleep with another student though."

"Hmmm. Don't want you getting any sort of reputation, Miss Taylor." I pulled her close, resting my hands on that tight little butt, earning one of those smiles I adored. "Besides, I think you're spoken for at the moment."

"Is Daniel Cole staking a claim on this pussy?" she asked softly, grinding herself against my thigh, "I do think he's enjoyed this pussy all weekend."

"If you don't walk away now, Becca, I'm hauling you over my shoulder and taking you upstairs."

"Okay, I'd better go. I still have a job to do." That last kiss expressed all the feelings we had for each other, pulling her tight to my body as tongues explored the mouth of each other. She had me rock hard by the time she pulled back. "I love you," she whispered.

Caressing her cheek, I watched the smile slowly form, her eyes closing as I pulled her tight to my body. "Going to miss you too, Becca," I whispered back, "Have a nice day now."

"I will. I'll see you soon."

Watching her walk away, I knew I felt the same way for her as I did for so many other women. I knew I was fortunate that Kim had been so open-minded from the beginning. We talked every day and she always assured me everything was working out how she wanted. But she always asked if I was still happy. I told her that I was enjoying life, but that I was worried about falling hard for someone else. I knew that could break our friendship.

Heading home, I walked into an empty house, which was a relief. I put on a load of washing and walked back to my bedroom. I needed a nap.

*****

The exams were over. I had no idea how well I did. It didn't really matter as my future for the next ten to twenty years was mapped out. Well, it was if I was successful. My career could also end rather quickly if the team decided I wasn't good enough and dumped me. If the Rangers let go of my services, I didn't think any other team would be interested in my signature. I could always head to the United Kingdom and play in the Super League over there, but there would be a good chance I'd head there alone.

I'd organised a limousine to take Kim, Wendy and myself to the end of year formal. Yes, I had two dates. Ms Symonds, Miss Taylor and Lisa would be attending, both fine with the idea that I'd only be attending with fellow students. Dressed in my tuxedo, Mum and my sisters could barely keep their hands off me after meeting them in the living room. Plenty of photos were taken with my sisters draped on my shoulders. Felt a little like James Bond, to be honest.

The limousine would be picking me up from Kim's place. Walking up the road to her house, I carried a gift for both her and Wendy. Her father opened the door, shaking his hand, stepping inside to be greeted by her mother, who certainly heaped plenty of praise on me.

Then Kim appeared from the hallway, and I think I fell a little more in love with her within seconds. The red dress clung to have body. No bra. I was left wondering if she wore panties. Her hair was style, make-up was perfect, stocking covered legs and small heels. I had no problem kissing her in front of her parents any longer. "Hello, beautiful," I whispered.

"Hello yourself, handsome," she whispered back.

After the obligatory photos, and handing over my gift, a necklace which Kim immediately wanted around her neck, I escorted her by hand to the limousine. Once settled inside, it was a short five-minute drive to Wendy's house. Kim and I both walked to her front door, Anne greeting us. She'd never met Kim before, though Anne was informed I was double dating. Wendy looked ravishing in her black gown, Anne making sure she took plenty of photo's after I'd given Wendy her gift, another necklace, ensuring it was different and unique to her.

During the driver into the city, our formal being held in the city at a prestigious hotel, Kim and Wendy leaned into either side of me. "We know you've booked a room for us tonight," Kim said, "Just so you know, you're definitely getting a threesome tonight. Wendy and I really like each other, so while you'll be the focus, we're going to have a first time too."

"Are you both sure?" A kiss on each cheek told me the answer. "Okay, as long as you're comfortable."

"We both love you, Danny," Wendy whispered, "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

I stepped out of the car first upon arriving, helping both my dates out before we walked into the foyer. There were signs pointing us in the right direction, plenty of uniformed staff to assist at the same time. Our school had hired out the largest function room in the hotel. After signing us both in, there were more photos, one with myself and two dates, one with either date, then one with Kim and Wendy together.

Walking in with a date on both arms was an ego boost. A few of my mates approached with their own dates, compliments flowing between the young women, the young men taking the piss out of each other before retiring to the open bar to get drinks for our dates. Thankfully, the tables had been laid out so my close friends, all teammates, were on the same table with their dates, so within a few minutes, the noise was a few decibel higher as, let's be honest, a bunch of young men are always going to be idiots. Plus, it was the last time we'd get together like this for a while. Some would be heading off to university, others into the workforce. One or two were even talking of going travelling.

The food served was excellent, as expected. I kept my drinking to a minimum, enjoying one drink, then a soda or water, before having another drink. Kim and Wendy enjoyed a glass of wine with dinner, then nursed a cocktail for at least an hour each time. The three of us didn't want to be anywhere near inebriated when heading upstairs later. My friends and their dates? Different story, but everyone was having a good time.

Hitting the dance floor, finding myself pressed between two petite feminine bodies was a turn on. Each took their turn gyrating against my crotch. No real surprise Lisa eventually joined us. Miss Taylor was glancing our way. I finally thought 'Fuck it', dragged her close, and enjoyed a saucy dance with her. I did look at Ms Symonds, but she shook her head somewhat sadly. We'd enjoyed a couple of chats during my exam period but hadn't been intimate again. I was left thinking that was only ever going to be a one-time thing.

I was having a rest when I was approached by someone I actually expected to speak to me. We hadn't exchanged a word the entire year, but when she walked towards me nervously, I met her eyes and gestured to the free chair next to me. Kim noticed immediately and marched in our direction. I held up a hand to stop her. "It's okay, Kim. We're just going to have a quick conversation."

She looked ready to say more than one thing, her jaw flexing. I'm fairly sure she was grinding her teeth. Wendy approached her, taking her hand. When they shared a soft kiss, I couldn't help smile, amused at the reaction on Kim's face. "Get used to it, Kim. There's a good chance we're eating pussy while getting fucked tonight," she added.

They both glanced my way and smiled before disappearing back onto the dance floor. Turning towards Rachel, she'd seen everything but didn't appear surprised.

"I'm sorry, Danny," she said softly.

"I know you are, Rachel. And you know what, I'll forgive you. I'm too young to hate someone for too long. Well, I never really hated you anyway. I'm still not happy about what you did and how you treated me, but we're all young and dumb once. Why, though? I mean, I've heard through the grapevine what you were thinking, why don't you try and explain?"

"I'll be honest, I actually thought you were aware I was doing the dirty on you. I thought you didn't mind. I mean, I had led you on for two years. Thing is, I did want to make love with you but I was getting off on the idea of making you wait while I'd fuck anyone else."

"Thanks. Nice you thought of me so highly."

"But I did! You never pushed me too far. With the others, it meant absolutely nothing. They treated me like shit, Danny, but I guess I'm a little addicted to it. Sex, that is, just anonymous, dirty fucking. Any other guy I was with, he enjoyed me once or twice at most. Never dated me. I wasn't interested in that. But you treated me right, and I loved the feeling. I thought if we made love, we'd lose what we had. In my mind, I still thought what we had would be special, and I thought that once we made love, I'd remain committed to you."

"So why the show that night?"

"I was drunk and high. And, to be honest, I didn't know they were planning it. You know what they're all like. Complete dickheads. None of them were good in the sack, but again, I loved just being used in such a manner."

"Had you done something like that before?"

"No. I felt so dirty during and afterwards, when I saw you standing there and you did nothing for a moment, I honestly thought it was because you were going to accept it. I quickly realised I was wrong and that I'd lost you."

"Rachel, you'd lost me before that. Our relationship was on life support. What you did that night pulled the plug on it. That's why I wasn't angry. You did me a favour and it allowed me to move on."

"I knew you'd end up with Kim. I didn't think you'd end up in an open relationship."

"That's more to do with Kim and what she wants. But I've always liked Wendy. Lisa is adorable."

"And Miss Taylor?"

I couldn't help smirk. "Yep, her too."

"So you have four girlfriends now?"

"I do." I smirked again. "I'm guessing you wouldn't have allowed such a thing. Basically cucked me in a manner but you wouldn't have tolerated me sleeping around."

"You loved me too much for that."

"That's where you're wrong, Rachel. I never said I loved you. In the two years we were together, I never said the words 'I love you'. I was infatuated with you. You're a gorgeous young woman, and I'd have given my right nut during those two years to get you into bed. But you were also a pain in the arse and far too fucking high maintenance. Half the time, your attitude drove me up the fucking wall, but as I said, I was infatuated, I wanted to fuck you, so I tolerated it. Kim and Wendy are so much easier to deal with. No temper tantrums. No overreacting to minor issues. Their temperament matches my own. And they're both wonderful human beings. I know I'd rather be with them than you. I love them both dearly."

Rachel looked away and I knew she was upset. I didn't say it to hurt. I was simply being honest. "Guess I deserve to hear that," she whispered.

"What are you doing now?"

"I need a new start. I've applied for universities in Perth."

"Seriously? Other side of the country?"

"I need out of home. I need away from this area. No-one likes me anymore. My own fault, of course. I have a few close friends who still have my back, but even they think I did to you was unforgivable." She paused a moment. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

I did the right thing. Leaning forward, I hugged her. That made her cry. "Find someone who loves you," I whispered, "And whatever you do, be loyal to that person."

"I had the right man but I fucked it up."

"We all make mistakes, Rachel. You've fallen down. It's how you get back up and move forward that will define you."

Sitting back, she wiped her eyes, taking a tissue from her purse. "I won't ask to be friends, but maybe... Maybe you'd like to..."

"Tell you what, you have my email address. Once you're settled over there, just keep me up to date. If you meet someone, let me know. Everyone deserves happiness, Rachel. I've seen you around school. I've seen how sad you've been. I know you've felt guilty about it all. That's why I can find it in myself to forgive you. We're no longer students, we're moving on. I'd like to do that with a clean slate."