Softballs

George lowered himself slowly into the cool water of the pool; the feeling of relief was immediate. Not that the heat of the day was that bad (somewhere in the high 80's) –the real relief was centered in his no longer swollen but still very tender scrotum. It hadn't been that many days since he'd been clocked in the nuts by a softball traveling at near 80 mph. Damn that Michelle from Hell.

Michelle Gardner was the sister of his best friend Pete. Michelle from Hell (Michelle was 11 months older than Pete. Not only had he displaced her as the baby of the family he was also the only boy. His and Michelle's three older siblings were girls; and girly girls at that – former cheerleader's one and all. Michelle was the family mutant and over the years had become Pete and George's nemesis.)

She had always been taller, faster, and just plain better at any athletic endeavor – at least until a year ago or so. She had not taken the change in performance and outcomes graciously. Her one lone hold out was her pitching. For years she had been a virtually un-hittable fast pitch softball player. George had been crossing the practice field when Michelle had begun to taunt him about not being able to get a hit off her. She had chided him into taking some swings as the batter during her team practice.

He had struck out swinging for the first two outs when he finally decided to quit trying to belt it over the outfielder's heads. He began to make contact, simply fouling the ball off until he stroked a single to right field. Still alive at the plate with a runner on first he worked Michelle to a full count, fouled off four straight fastballs down the middle of the plate and got a walk out of it.

He could hear Michelle swearing like a sailor out on the mound. He dug in on the next pitch guessing fast ball and blasted the ball over the right fielders head. George could swear he saw Michelle's eyes spinning in her head – he should have walked away. Instead he taunted Michelle with a comment of "Hey – it's only a game." Big mistake!

George watched helplessly as his body reacted all too slowly to the rising fast ball that was curving right at his hips. He felt a stab of intense pain and passed out. A couple of the other girls helped him to his car and he was driven home. He peed blood that night was unable to walk for almost 24 hrs. Rest was recommended by the family doctor and George was more than happy to oblige.

Today was his first venture out of the house and found himself attracted to pool both for it's coolness but also to support his balls. With every one in his family at work he had decided to go free balling – the less contact with clothing the better. The coolness and buoyancy turned out to be just what George needed and he relaxed laying out on the steps. He was nearly asleep when he felt someone cast a shadow across his face. Momentarily forgetting his nakedness George slowly opened his eyes and found himself looking up a skirt containing two toned and tanned legs that met at a dainty pair of lime green bikini cotton panties.

"Hello George. How are you feeling?" At the sound of Michelle's voice George's anger and irritation were aroused. However, the view up her skirt had already resulted in a far different arousal. He rolled over and stood in the shallow end of the pool the head of his cock breaking the surface.

"Ah Michelle the Man-Hater (yet another of the nicknames she had picked up thru the years) come to finish the job? Did you bring a bat with you this time?" George walked to the step s and climbed slowly out of the pool. His anger was so hot that he couldn't have cared less that he was standing naked in front of Michelle with a raging hard on. In fact it pulsed to the beat of his heart.

Michelle tried to look George in the eyes but her sense of shame for what she had done caused her to hang her head where she found herself starring at George's erection – a very big erection in Michelle's limited experience. She felt a rush of heat through out her body as it radiated from her cunt. She felt wetness like never before.

"I came by to apologize, I'm sorry George. I'm so very sorry. I just lost my head. I wish I could say it was a mistake but it wasn't. I was trying to hit you – I just never thought I'd hit you where I did. Are you going to be alright, there's no permanent damage is there? You have to believe me that I am truly sorry." Michelle found herself looking back and forth between George's face and his erection.

George was amazed – Michelle was actually apologizing to him. As far as George could remember she had never voluntarily apologized to him once in his life. George looked at Michelle's bowed head and finally was cognizant of just what she was looking at with her head down. The funny thing was it didn't bother him. They had skinny dipped as little kids and he had spied on her many times as they had grown up. An idea flashed into his mind so outrageous that he had to try.

"I'll live. I'm still pretty sore and the physical therapy has been really hard to do by myself." George waited for the inevitable question, "Physical therapy?"

"Yes. It's very important for me to avoid blood clots that could cause permanent damage. I mean one day I'll want to have kids. To insure that there are no blockages I have to ejaculate at least three times a day – morning, afternoon and right before bed." George paused to let it sink in then added, "That's why I was in the pool – cooling down before the therapy."

Michelle absorbed the information slowly. That she could have caused George permanent damage was more then she could bear – she began to cry another apology. She didn't resist when George maneuvered her to a chaise on the patio and sat her down. Her face was at cock height now and George stood right in front of her.

"Michele, if you're really sorry about what happened then help me with my therapy. I get tired of doing it myself – a little company would be nice for a change."

Silently chanting; just do it! Just do it! Just do it! George pushed his cock down to the horizontal and leaned in until the tip was about an inch from Michelle's mouth. An exhalation bathed the head in moist hot air and George shuddered and moaned an "oh yeah.' At the sound of George's moan Michelle looked up at him and then back down at the hard cock in front of her. "Wrap your hand around it."

Michelle slowly lifted her arm and grasped the shaft – she was fascinated by the tactility of the feeling – hard, smooth, hot and pulsing. George had lifted his own hand when Michelle had gripped his cock resulting in it angling upwards again – he smiled as she pulled it back to level. As a host of conflicting thoughts and emotions fought for her attention Michelle moved her hand slowly back and forth. Her eyes were riveted on the tip of George's cock and she watched with fascination as a clear pearl of fluid formed at the vertical slit.

George watched as Michelle lifted a finger to rub his precum around the head of his cock. Her tight grip and slow strokes were wonderfully enjoyable. "Taste your finger." Michelle turned her finger to her nose and sniffed then touched it to her lips, The finger slid in between her lips for a moment then reappeared. Michelle's mouth opened wider and she leaned forward engulfing the head of George's cock. She sucked back and forth over the crown and George was soon shaking with tension. He felt his tender balls tightened and his cock swell.

Michelle had found that the taste of George was not unpleasant – basically neutral, well maybe a little musky. She heard many a tales from other girls about the pros and cons of cock sucking – some girls really enjoyed it and other hated it with most somewhere in between. What Michelle liked about it was the feeling of control that it gave her.

The issue (soon to be very literal) of George's ejaculation had not been a topic point as yet and it hadn't occurred to Michelle until she felt his cock swell and remembered many of the more experienced girls warning of what would soon follow. What followed filled her mouth so quickly that she really didn't have time to consider matters of taste and disposal – she simply swallowed which turned out to be just fine with her (George apparently had no objections either).

George had been so lost in the inevitability of his orgasm that the question of if he was going to cum in Michelle's mouth was never fully entertained – he simply did. [Now to this day George need only recall that image of his cock in Michelle's mouth, her cheeks bulging then emptying as she swallowed to generate a very hard erection]. George knelt down and began to kiss her.

Michelle was dazed and offered no resistance to George's kisses nor did she resist when he laid her back on the chaise. It was only when he began to pull her shorts down that she asked him what he was doing. He replied that one good turn deserved another as he threw her shorts to the ground. When his mouth covered her cunt all objections ceased. She writhed under his mouth and tongue as he licked and sucked at her clit. He didn't do anything fancy just long continuous licks – she came with a series of loud moans.

George lifted his face from between her thighs and smiled. Michelle was holding her head in both hands her eyes were glazed as she stared into the sky. He looked down at her wet open cunt. He lifted her legs and holding onto her thighs he pulled her hips to the edge of the chaise. He positioned his cock between her thick wet lips and pushed. His angle was wrong and as he thrust forward his cock rode up the furrow of her cunt and across her clit. He heard her state. "I not on anything – do you have something?" He flinched at her words noticing for the first time what he had just tried to do. "Oh my God – yeah, yeah – I've got condoms in my room." He pulled Michelle to her feet and led her inside.

As Michelle sat on George's bed she was able to take stock of the current situation. George's rummaging through drawers did not distract her from realizing that she was on the verge of having sex. Not that she didn't want it and much to her surprise not that she didn't want George to be the one to do it. "George, George stop for a moment." George turned to her with a large smile on his face; he was holding a square packet in his hand. "We need to talk - about this."

"Could you point that somewhere else." Michelle pointed at George's bobbing erection. "If we're not careful it may go off again." They both began to laugh. Michelle became very aware of her nakedness and wished that she had brought her clothes inside with her. George took his bedspread and wrapped it around her. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Are you OK? You sure –I mean, I mean…I can't believe we just did what we just did. You're…you're." George sat on the bed beside Michelle and just looked at her.

"Don't look at me like that." Michelle bowed her head. "You must think I'm just the biggest slut in …" George grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward him. "Don't ever say that. I mean it." Michelle was surprised at George's intensity. "Don't you ever say that –I think you're incredible, I think you're beautiful, you're smart, you're – you are not a…you're not, alright? I'll go get your clothes."

When George came back with her clothes he was told to turn around while she dressed. He argued half-heartedly and then turned. By looking to his left he was able to see Michelle's reflection in his mirror. He watched as she put her tank top on first and then searched her shorts for something.

"Looking for these?"

"George! You're not supposed to be looking at me – turn around."

"Only after you tell me something; when you came over - you were spying on me, weren't you? Did you plan this whole thing out?" George couldn't stop himself from watching her dress – a fact that was pissing Michelle off.

"I came here to apologize and you took advantage of me. But I 'm willing to take my share of the responsibility I should have said NO more forcefully."

"You never said No. You didn't even try to stop me. You wanted this –admit it."

"Are you on drugs? Are your brains in your balls – I mean was there brain damage, there must have been, because you're talking like some kind of crazy idiot. I'm leaving - get out of my way."

"Explain this Michelle. You wanted me to see you. You wanted me to want you. Finally after all of these years – vindication is mine. After all those things you've said about me – you want me. Period."

"Things I said about you? Are you joking? We kissed after a 7th grade dance and by the time I got to school the next Monday you had told every one that I was easy and that I let you do whatever you wanted to?

"I never said that and you know it. You were the one who told all the girls I had a tiny penis and was a compulsive masturbator. It sure looked like 'ole Tiny' was more than a mouthful…and a handful. And please don't bother trying to deny it - Pete told me everything."

"What? Pete told me you said I was easy. He said you guys had a big fight about it..." Michelle stopped as she watched George shake his head side to side.

"Oh my God, there was no big fight was there?" George shook his head. "Oh my God…oh my God. It was Peter. It was Peter. Why would he do something like that? Why?" Michelle began to cry. George held her.

"We need to talk to Pete."

Pete was not ready for the scene he found – not ready at all. There on the couch in his living room was his best friend and his twin sister. They were sitting side by side, holding hands. They were kissing – passionately.

"What the fuck?" Pete stop dead in his tracks – this is wrong. This is very wrong. The thought repeated over and over again in his mind.

George spoke first. "There's a part of me that wants to ask why. There's a part of me that wants to pound you to dust. There's a part of me that can't believe that anyone would do this – period. Why Pete, why the lies?"

Pete told the whole story –the whys, the who, the whole thing – everything. "Basically I was afraid that if you guys dated then broke up I would lose you as a friend or Michelle would hate me for hanging out with you – kinda lame isn't it?"

"A couple of calls was it. Then it just took off on its own. You two were so good at cutting each other down it became great entertainment. I mean there is a funny side here – if you look for it." Pete could see that they weren't looking for it. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone. But once it got started – I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."

Michelle looked at her brother and shook her head, George simply glowered at him. She stood and pulled George to his feet. "Let's go back to your house – we need to, I need be away from here right now."

The walk back to George's was quiet, for the most part. They sat for a while on the patio, holding hands, their heads resting against one another. Michelle looked down at George's legs. She noticed that the material of his shorts was pulled tight over his front pocket. The taut fabric revealed a flattened square with a raised circle within. She reached out with her finger and traced it lightly. George raised his hand to her chin and pulled it up until her lips met his. He kissed her softly, longingly, yearningly. Now he stood and pulled Michelle to her feet. He took her hand and pulled her towards the sliding door.

"Oh George – I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean I want to – I really do. I just think that maybe we should take this slow. You know, take some time to know each other, maybe go out. Maybe…" George's kiss swallowed Michelle's rambling wordiness. He leaned down and scooped her up into his arms. "George! This is crazy! We can't just…I can't…we really shouldn't. George?"

George laid Michelle on his bed and proceeded to remove his clothes. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a handful of condoms, setting them on the table next to his bed. Michelle stared at them, then at George as he climbed onto the bed and laid beside her. He began to kiss her with more intensity and passion. When his hand brushed across Michelle's breast she gasped involuntarily. When his hand lingered and rubbed he breast she moaned approvingly. She didn't resist when George pulled her tank top over her head, she felt what George saw – her nipples were swollen and hard.

George leaned down and began to kiss and lick Michelle's breasts. The feeling was exquisite as she felt her breasts swell. It seemed that all of the skin on her body was becoming super sensitive. Wherever George's skin was in contact with hers felt as if it were burning. George noticed that Michele's upper body was glowing with heat. He slid his hand across her rippled stomach and beneath the waistband of her shorts. Michelle made no effort to stop him, in fact she spread her legs enough to allow his fingers to turn down across her furry labia. When his finger curled inside her she gasped and arched her hips upward.

George was amazed at how wet Michelle was. With other girls he had often had to wet a finger when he felt them up. Michelle was clearly very aroused and ready. George withdrew his finger to a noticeable whimper then unbuttoned her shorts. He looked down at her naked body for the second time that day. "God your beautiful – I could get used to this." He pulled her to the center of the bed and climbed between her legs. He knelt and lowered his mouth to her cunt.

"George you don't have to…GOD! OH GOD! OH…OH…OH!" Michelle's gasping breaths gave George all of the encouragement he needed to licked and suck her clit. This time Michelle was writhing on the bed as George lashed away at her clit. "Don't stop! Don't stop! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michelle clamped her thighs together as her orgasm overwhelmed her nervous system. Then just as quickly her legs sprang apart as she pushed George's mouth away from her over-stimulated clit. She was momentarily lost to the world as she sought to regain her focus. She was aware of George lying on top of her. His first effort at entry was low and she told George higher. The second attempt was too high and rubbed across her clit causing her to yelp. She started to reach down when George found the spot and the angle and pushed forward. As wet as she was, as aroused as she was, the feeling of George pushing into her caused to cry out in pain. "Stop! Stop…wait a second. Wait a second." She was still panting as she felt the muscles of her cunt relax and accept George into her. "OK…slowly."

With a series of very gentle pushes George finally filled her. The feeling was incredible. The heat and wetness of her cunt was amazing. For a moment he thought that he never wanted to move again in his life. In the next, he had to move as if his life depended on it. He slowly pulled back until he was almost out of her, then pushed forward as far as possible. He started slow and kept it slow until Michelle began to mimic his thrusts with hip lifts of her own. Their combined movements were thrilling to them both, but soon had a very predictable effect on George. He thrust faster and harder. Michelle kept pace for a while then began to lose the rhythm as her own orgasm began to grow.

George was fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. He felt her legs curl around him and her breathing become labored. He felt that deeper tingle in his balls that announced the beginning of his orgasm. He hoped that there would be other times when he could back off and play – not today. He felt the pressure build more and more. His body flushed hot. His cock swelled and with a loud cry he came. His thrusts became less powerful and rhythmic. Spurt after spurt filled the condom as he continued to fuck Michelle. He collapsed on to of her.

Michelle relaxed her legs from their death grip around George's waist. Her arms encircled him and she rubbed his back and head. The mild tremors of her own orgasm faded, it had not been nearly as intense as her clitoral one earlier but the fact that she was cumming when George did filled her with a deep satisfaction. She smiled to herself, come to think of it; George filled me to satisfaction too.