League of His Own Ch. 06

My family absolutely adored Wendy, so they loved having her around the house for a couple of days and nights. Having her company in bed made me feel better. I know she missed having Kim around as much as I did. My two girlfriends were incredibly close having become the best of friends over the past few months.

I guess we were both horny on Friday night. She disappeared before I did, stating she just wanted to freshen up. By the time I'd wandered around the house, switching off lights, ensuring the place was locked up, and I'd kissed my mother and sister's goodnight... Kyla did ask if wanted her company, my heart hurting every single time I told her no... I returned to my bedroom to find Wendy on my bed, completely naked and already fondling her pussy.

"I want to make love," she whispered, "I just need the man I love to be ever so gentle with me tonight. It will make us both smile before tomorrow."

That's exactly what we did all night. After I'd gone down on her, bringing to a couple of gentle orgasms, her fingers dug into me as I slowly slid my cock inside her. She gasped once I was buried, kissing me softly as it was the first time that we'd been intimate in over a week. We hadn't gone that long without sex with each other since our first time.

After she'd ridden me to another couple of orgasms, and I'd cum inside her a second time, we laid on our sides as she snuggled into me. What I didn't expect was her to start crying on me. "I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"Whatever for?"

"Because I could handle your confession with ease. I love you even more for it. And I hate the fact Kim is so upset and isn't talking to you, because I know she still loves you so much, but it's so difficult for her to understand and come to terms with it."

"Do you think she ever will?"

Wendy was silent for a few seconds before she cried even harder. "I don't know, Danny," she replied.

She slowly calmed down as I stroked her back, not surprised she fell asleep before me. I laid awake for far too long with my mind a whirl. I missed Kim terribly. I know I loved her enough that I could even contemplate ending everything else. She already knew I'd be monogamous if that's what she truly wanted. I wasn't sure if she was living in denial herself.

After breakfast the next morning, Mum, Kyla and Aimee all kissed me and wished me luck before I took Wendy by the hand and led her up the street towards Kim's place. Knocking on the door, her mother answered again, not surprised to see me. The immediate sigh told me what I needed to know. "She'll see you, Wendy," she told us after her greeting, "But... Danny, she's written a letter that she wanted me to hand to you."

"Has she told you anything else?"

"No. Everything is in the letter." Then she hugged me tightly. "I know she still loves you, Danny. She hasn't told me what happened. I hate seeing my little girl upset, but I also look into your eyes and see you're hurting too, Danny. I think all she needs is time. But please keep coming back as it shows me how much you care."

"Let her know how much I love her."

"I will, Danny."

Returning home alone sucked but at least I had a trial game that afternoon. I was greeted by family, showing the envelope I'd been given, heading straight to my room and closing the door. Part of me really didn't want to read the letter as I feared what she had written. The other part was eager just to read whatever she wrote, even if it was to tell me that it was all over. At least I knew where I'd stand in the end.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the envelop and took out the letter. I immediately smelled her perfume, and that suggested the contents might not be as bad as I fear. Opening the folded paper, I recognised her handwriting immediately.

Dear Daniel,

Only Kim could ever get away with calling me Daniel. Mum would use my full name when I was in trouble. Kyla and Aimee would occasionally use it during certain moments. But it was only Kim who would use it that would make me smile.

I feel like I should apologise first for having run out on you the night you confessed everything. I understand confessing such a thing took a lot of courage, but it was the nature of your confession that left me confused, and I'm still reeling even a week later as I write these words. I know how much you want to see and talk to me. I understand you need to explain further everything that's happened, but at this point in time, I'm not sure I'm ready to hear it.

What I can tell you is that I still love you. I'm still in love with you. Your confession hasn't changed my feelings for you. And I'm missing you terribly. I've barely left the house. Mum realises I'm terribly upset, particularly as I spend at least a few minutes every day needing to cry because I miss you so much.

I won't talk about the nature of your confession. There is a part of me that does understand. Please believe me when I write that. Who loves you more than your mother and your sisters except, well, me and Wendy. But there's also a part that... It's the fact it's them and I'm still struggling to comprehend it. I understand why you kept it a secret. You had other lovers and I've never been bothered by that. It's not the fact you kept it a secret as I know you don't talk about other lovers in my presence. But it's the fact it's them...

I know you've been up to the house to try and talk to me. Mum has let me know each time, passing on the fact that you love me. I'm heartened each time to hear your feelings haven't changed. I'm just hoping you still love me after all this.

I need more time, Daniel. I'm starting university soon, and your first full season of rugby league is also approaching. I know you probably don't need the distraction, but I can't help how I feel. I need time to just deal with this. Maybe I should speak to your mother and sisters without your presence and hear their side of the story. It's something I'm still considering.

I miss you so much, Danny, that my heart is hurting all the time. I know you're feeling the same. And I still love you. All I ask for is your patience. I don't want to lose you, as much as you don't want to lose me, but it was such a confession that my mind is just completely frazzled. Just give me time and I will reach out soon. I promise.

You're my best friend and will always be that to me. You own a piece of my heart.

Lots of love,

Kimberly

I placed the latter down and had a little cry.

*****

The dressing room was tense despite everyone doing their best to stay loose and relaxed. The coach had issued his final instructions. I was going through my usual pre-match routine. After taping my wrists, I always wanted to have a ball in hand. Passing the ball to Graham, he passed it back.

"How are you feeling, Danny?"

"Eager to get started. I find trial games annoying as although they're good preparation, they're annoying in that they mean nothing in the grand scheme of things."

Our captain eventually clapped his hands and called us closer, everyone forming into a circle, arms wide as we formed up. "Okay, lads, this is it. All the pre-season bullshit ends now. The coach has given us his instructions, but even the best laid plans and all that. We keep to the usual game plan. We keep it simple. Forwards, we run hard and fast. We don't miss tackles. Backs, you find the gaps and control the field. There is no reason at all why we can't eat these fuckers. It's a clean slate and we all start from zero."

Exiting the dressing room, we were geeing each other up. Clapping. Slaps on the back. Shouting encouragement. Forming up before we were told to enter the playing field, I was in position behind the captain and then Graham. I felt hands on my shoulders, glancing back to see our fullback.

"You're going to kick arse, Danny. Don't you worry about a thing," he stated.

"Top eight, mate. That's the fucking aim this season."

Called up to finally move forward, we broke into a jog once our boots hit grass, putting my mouthguard in to protect my teeth, as my jog turned into a sprint. I loved the fact our first game was at our home stadium, the roar of the crowd in our ears. Every season, our supporters started with hope in their hearts that, finally, this season would be the one where we'd compete every week and finally break away from the bottom.

Once the opposition was on the field, we'd won the toss of the coin so chose to receive the ball. Taking our positions, I went through last minute stretches before the referee blew his whistle and the ball headed in my direction. Catching it to my chest, I passed it off to one of our prop forwards, who ran direct towards the opposition.

First three tackles, it was all about the forwards making metres. Everyone was fit and healthy, the opposition were up to the challenge, and the first twenty minutes saw neither side get within twenty minutes of the opposition try-line. Any moves I started resulted in maybe a half-break at most, but at least my kicking game did help them pin back against their line more often than not.

Twenty-two minutes in and I noticed their forwards were starting to tire. A quick word with Graham and our two centres, and we aimed straight for them. Drawing in one of them, I passed just before he collided with me, sent sprawling on my arse as Graham changed direction, stepping past the other forward and he was through.

Getting to my feet, I raced after them as the centre was tackled by their fullback. Graham was into receive the ball, catching up as our right winger came in field to take the ball. He ran towards their line, bringing in two. His eyes met mine and, somehow, he got the ball away. Catching it one handed, I stepped back inside, fended off one player before I crashed into a second, keeping my hand free.

"Danny! Now!" I heard one of our second rowers call out. Given we were so close to the line, at the speed he was travelling, he would be unstoppable.

The roar of the crowd told me he'd crossed the line, the opposition player letting me go so I could join the celebration. As we jogged back into position, we could watch the big screen to see Andy kick the conversion. Our captain jogged over to me and patted my back. "Good stuff, Danny. You set that up to begin with. Good shit, mate. Good shit."

We now had momentum, and the try had given us confidence. It was a warm day, and both sides were tiring, and that's when the backs were meant to take advantage. Third tackle, and I pointed towards where our next hit-up should target. The second rower hit the line with power, drawing in three defenders, and somehow, kept his arm free to pass to Graham, who fended off another defender and he was through.

Their fullback and winger closed rank to stop his progress, myself to his right, our left centre to his left. Graham glanced left and right before he drew both defenders and passed to me. Tucking the ball under my arm, I sprinted as fast as I could but felt the presence of someone behind me.

"Left, Danny! Left!"

I thought I was free until I felt a tap at my ankles. Before I stumbled too much, I managed to get the ball away, hitting the ground as I watched our left centre easily spring the last twenty metres to score our second try of the game.

Confidence high, we scored a third before half-time, heading into the changing rooms trying not to grin too broadly or allow our confidence turn into arrogance. The opposition side would no doubt be getting an absolute bollocking during the break and would come out to smack us around during the second half.

Within five minutes, there was the first fight of the season as one of their props hit our centre with a high shot when going in for a tackle. That led to both sides rushing in, mostly just pushing and shoving, our centre flat on his back and their prop was immediately sent from the field.

Both sides were now fired up and the next few sets were full of big shots between players. When Graham was next hit with a high shot, fists were soon being swung between forward packs as I was immediately beside Graham. Thankfully, it was nothing like the cheap shot I'd taken the previous year, our trainers quickly joining me to ensure he was okay.

The referee called in both captain's, who told them in no uncertain terms that any more fighting would lead to more players being sent from the field. He called us over to relay the message. To be honest, most of us were now pissed off and wanted to get some revenge, but then we agreed the best revenge would be running up the score.

For the last half an hour, we had them spreading themselves thin to cover our attacks, and soon we were finding gaps in their line all over the place. Scoring four more tries, we ended the game having score more points in the first game of the season than the club had managed in more than thirty years. The crowd went absolutely insane once the full-time siren sounded. I doubt anything would wipe the grins from our faces all week.

Heading to sideline to say hello to the fans, I always left my family and friends for last. There was plenty of encouraging words being yelled in my direction as I found my hand being shaken by everyone. When I reached the area where my mother, sisters and friends always sat, I wasn't surprised that Lisa was there alongside Ms Symonds, Miss Taylor and a couple of other teachers I remembered fondly.

I received a kiss on the cheek from each of them before I was greeted by my family, including Aunt Caroline, who was looking as sexy as ever, kissing my cheek before whispering incredibly suggestive things into my ear. Then I was greeted by Wendy, a soft kiss on my lips, before someone then appeared from behind her.

Kim.

I hadn't seen her since the day of the confession. I'd given her all the time in the world, had gone to her house at least once every couple of days. As soon as her eyes met mine, she burst into tears. I'm fairly sure my eyes started to glisten at the same time as I leaned over the barrier to take her in my arms.

"Thanks for coming," I whispered into her ear.

"I'll never miss a home game when you're playing, Danny," she whispered back, "I love you so much."

"God, I've missed you, Kim."

I helped her over the barrier so I could hug her properly, everyone giving us space as they seemed to realise something was going on. The fact she was in my arms again, having played and won a hell of a game, simply made it an almost perfect day.

"Head into the sheds when you're done, mate," Graham stated, patting my shoulder as he walked by, "Nice to see you again, Kim. He's missed you like crazy."

I heard her chuckle against my chest, feeling her hands resting on my back in return. "I guess we need to talk," I said softly.

"We do. We have lots to talk about, but that's for later, Danny." She leaned back, immediately raising a hand to wipe away her tears. "I'll be at yours when you get home, okay?"

"You will?"

She smiled so I leaned down and left a soft kiss on her lips. When her tongue slid inside my mouth, I was rather surprised, her eyes opening and there was no doubt she liked surprising me. Pulling her tighter to me, she ended up pressed against the barrier, hearing my family and other friends' cheer. They were aware that Kim and I had difficulties and working our way through them.

When we broke apart, her cheeks were rather rosy and there was a look in her eyes I knew very well. Her hand moved down my body, gasping when she grasped my cock through my shorts. "Just so you remember that I am a joint owner of this, Danny," she growled, "And I've gone without it for too long now."

"I'm ready whenever you are, Kim."

"You know how horny I get watching you play." She leaned up to kiss my cheek. "But we still need to talk first. Once we talk, I'll feel better about everything."

"I think you need to talk to everyone else."

"They'll be involved too, Danny."

Letting her go, I jogged up the tunnel to the changing room, walking inside to cheers from all my teammates, pats on the back, a rub or two on the head, as it wasn't for my performance in the game, they'd all seen my reunion with Kim. Taking a seat, the coach walked over and had a few words for me, though warned me not to get over-confident. It was only the first game and the most important thing in a long season was consistency. No point going out next week and playing like shit then losing.

After a quick shower and changing, the players would always gather for a post-match beer. Despite the fact the second half turned rather nasty, it was always left on the field. Most of the time, there'd be a genuine apology from any player sent off. Most were not nasty players, sometimes it was just a clumsy error, other times what one would call a head explosion.

I never drank post-match if I was going to be driving home, and certainly didn't want drink driving on my record. We always waited until the crowds cleared before leaving the stadium, stopping to shake hands with the stadium staff, thanking them for all the hard work they did every time we played at home.

Parking up outside at home, there were all the cars I expected to see, but also Aunt Caroline's. Heading inside, Wendy, Kim and Kyla were on the couch, Mum and Aimee in an armchair each, Caroline resting on a cushion sitting cross-legged on the floor. Heading to my bedroom first to dump my things, I headed to the kitchen next to grab myself a drink, asking if they wanted anything.

"Two bottles of wine, Danny," Mum called, "We've got glasses already."

Returning with bottles for the girls and a beer for me, Kim and Kyla moved so I could sit between them. Kyla rested her hand on my left thigh, kissing my cheek, Kim doing the same thing on my right thigh, kissing my cheek. "Just so we're all aware, every woman in this room has been intimate with my son at least once," Mum stated, "Now that's out of the way..."

"You realise I haven't enjoyed him in quite a while though, Lauren," Caroline retorted.

"He's a rather busy young man, Caroline. You'll get the deep dicking you need whenever you get the chance." Clearing her throat, Mum looked at me and Kim. "Danny, we've already discussed how this evening will go. Kim will allow each of us to explain our own feelings. After that, you will need to talk in privacy."

"Can I suck his cock during all this?" Caroline asked.

"Jesus, Auntie, are you gagging for it or something?" Aimee wondered.

"God yes. I'm probably as horny as the poor young woman next to him that is clearly aching to have his big cock inside her once again." Glancing at Kim, when she met my eyes, I knew Caroline could read a woman rather well. "How are you feeling, Kim?"

"I haven't made love to Danny in over two months. Masturbating just doesn't have the same appeal after making love to him. My fingers do the job regarding my clit, but a dildo isn't the same as a real cock inside me." Her hand moved to my crotch for a minute. "I love it when I feel his cock slide inside me for the first time when we make love. And when he cums? My god. Just utter euphoria."

"Okay, now I think we're all horny," Kyla murmured, leaning into me, "I think I definitely need to feel my brother's big cock inside me sooner rather than later."

"After we finish talking, Kyla," Mum said before clearing her throat, "Everyone got a full glass?" Receiving a room full of nodding heads, she turned slightly so her eyes were only on Kim and myself. "Okay, I'll start. Kim, I'm going to be very blunt with you. I'm in love with my son." Kim snuggled against me as Mum smiled at us both. "To be honest, I've been in love with him all my life. The first time I held him in my arms, that was it. He just owned my heart completely. But as I watched him grow into the fine young man he is today, that love only deepened."