Traveling Team Ch. 03

Note: This is the third installment of an ongoing series.




Bethany wasn't certain, but she had a strong suspicion that Jack may have needed the same release she so badly desired following the practice. When she went to the basement with the laundry, she thought she heard a moan or two from the other side of the door. Smelling the coconut fragrance when Jack opened the door only added to her curiosity. He did seem a little flushed when he came out.

Just the thought of Jack masturbating in her downstairs bathroom got her moist. She could envision it almost as though she watched every second of it. She would love to watch that and join in, too. After all, she just did the same thing herself.

As she watched Jack interacting with the two boys over pizza, she was struck by just how much they had in common. Obviously, the two boys were on the same traveling baseball team. That was a huge area of common ground—one that would have them seeing each other quite often. More than that, though, their conversation just flowed so easily. No long stretches of silence. No awkwardness. Baseball was front and center and she really liked that about Jack. Her ex-husband hated baseball and only grudgingly got involved with Xander's baseball activities. Jack immediately hit it off with Xander and clearly showed the same passion for baseball. He could be a very positive influence in Xander's life, she thought.

"Hey, you guys wanna stay and watch the game?" Xander offered, catching them all by surprise. "Yankees/Red Sox. Doesn't get any better than that.

"I guess we could stay a while," Jack said, tentatively as he look toward Bethany. "As long as it's okay with your mom."

"That would be great," Bethany agreed. "Never miss a chance to watch my Red Sox."

"Wait, wait, wait," Jack said. "You're a Red Sox fan?"

"Don't tell me you're a Yankees fan," Bethany said in mock disbelief. "You're on the Dark Side?"

"Brian and I are both Yankees fans. All that tradition. All those titles. What's not to like?" Jack said.

"Well, I don't know if Xander and I can have a couple of Yankees fans watching a game with us," Bethany said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I think you two better leave," she said, just before breaking out in laughter, her warm smile putting everyone at ease.

"You had me there for a minute," Jack confessed. "I really thought you were a Red Sox fan."

"Oh, we're diehard Red Sox fans," Bethany replied. "I was just joking about you two leaving. We'd love to have you stay. Please stay and watch," she said earnestly.

"Hey, bud," Jack said to Brian. "Think you can tolerate this Red Sox nonsense?"

"Are you kidding? That's the best rivalry in baseball," Brian said. "I don't care who they like. It's baseball, Dad!"

"Well, there you go," Jack conceded. "It's baseball. We'd love to stay."

The boys wasted no time. "Let's watch on the big screen in the basement," Xander suggested, and the boys headed down the stairs.

"Guess that just leaves you and me, Lord Vader," Bethany said with a smirk, again referencing the Star Wars/Yankees comparison.

"You know, the Red Sox spend almost as much as the Yankees do these days," Jack said, playing along. "How come they're not evil?"

"Had that whole 'loveable losers' thing going up until they won those two World Series," Bethany replied. "Guess the Cubs have that all to themselves now."

"Did I tell you I'm a Cubs fan, too?" Jack admitted. "Gotta love Wrigley Field."

"No way. I'm a Cubs fan, too!" Bethany happily replied. "I love going to Wrigley. Who's your favorite Cub of all time?"

"Ron Santo," Jack replied. "Can't believe they waited until after he died to put him in the Hall of Fame." Pausing a moment, he then thought to ask, "Who's your favorite Cub?"

"Ryno. Yeah, I'm a big Ryne Sandberg fan. Wanted to marry him when I was a little girl," Bethany said, somewhat embarrassed. "I told my mom and dad 'When I grow up, I'm going to marry Ryne Sandberg.' They had a good laugh over that one."

"Well, that's great. We're both Cubs fans," Jack enthused. "Maybe there's a Cubs game on and we can root for the same team."

"Let me check," Bethany said as she stretched to reach the remote behind her. From this angle, Jack a great view as she arched backwards. He glanced at her toned legs, slim thighs and hips, encased in those wonderful shorts. He watched intently as her chest jutted upward, breasts straining enticingly against her t-shirt. Somewhat mesmerized, he managed to make eye contact as she pulled the remote from the side table, before turning to aim it to see the program schedule. He continued to watch her as she flicked through the channels, taking in her beauty.

"Nope. Not tonight," she said. Thinking he was reading his thoughts, at first, Jack quickly realized she was telling him there was no Cubs game on TV.

Bethany settled back on the sofa, this time a little closer to Jack. "Guess we'll just have to be frenemies tonight."

"I can do that," Jack readily agreed. "It's just too bad you're going to lose. I hope you can deal with that," he kidded.

Not to be outdone, Bethany quickly countered, "Not so fast, mister. We're gonna kick some Yankee butt tonight."

"Yankee butt? Really?" Jack teased. "That's the best you can do? How 'bout a little wager? Red Sox win, I buy you dinner? Yankees win, you buy dinner?"

"For you?" she teased back with a playful grin. "I buy dinner for you?"

"That's the deal. Shake?"

"Shake," she replied, placing her hand in Jack's outstretched hand, then making one, exaggerated handshake. His hand felt warm and strong, and she liked the feel of it as a tingle went up her spine.



Jack and Bethany settled back into the comfy sofa to enjoy the game, feeling a bit like school kids on a first date. After some initial butterflies and lapses in conversation as they watched the game unfold, their conversation once again flowed easily. They talked about the two teams, commented on plays, pointed out commercials they liked or didn't like. It was casual banter, nothing serious, that made for an enjoyable evening.

"I'm gonna grab a Coke," Bethany announced as she leaned forward and stood up. Looking back at Jack, she could see that his eyes had followed her every move, and she smiled down at him. "You want one?"

"Uh, yeah," Jack replied, still taking in the beauty before him. "Let me help," he offered, looking for an opportunity to stay close, admire her body, and breathe in her scent.

"It's just in there," she said pointing to the kitchen. "I'll be right back."

She turned and Jack watched her sexy behind as she left the room. He was beginning to get aroused again and quickly adjusted himself to disguise the growing tent his shorts were making. Sitting up a little straighter, he had one arm slung over the back of the sofa as Bethany returned with the drinks.

Leaning forward to put her drink down, she then leaned right across his lap, reaching for a couple coasters that were on the end table next to him. He could feel her warmth as she was just inches from his face, her firm breasts and tight ass right there, enticing him. He just wanted to grab her and pull her onto his lap, fondle those breasts and feel that wonderful ass rubbing against his rising cock. It was all he could do to keep from pulling her onto him.

"Here ya go," she said, straightening up and handing him a cold bottle of Coke. Standing right in front of him, he was able to see the swell of her breasts rising from her flat belly, accentuated to full effect by her tight t-shirt. Squatting to place the coasters on the table before them, she was now at eye level, and casually glanced at his lap, before taking a sip of her soda and placing the bottle down. Settling back onto the sofa, she sunk lower, the back of her head now resting on his outstretched arm, her incredible body almost touching his.

"Thanks," he said, taking a long sip to quench his dry throat.

Jack was now in a predicament. Certain that she had noticed the rising bulge in his shorts, he was now unable to do anything to hide it. She was right there, only adding to his arousal. He looked over to her as she watched the game, watching as she occasionally bent forward for another sip of Coke. Each time she did this, he got a thrill, watching that amazing body leaning before him.

Finally, she held the bottle in her lap, beads of precipitation dripping from the bottle onto her legs where they met the fringe of her shorts. Jack was able to watch this relatively unobserved, as her head was below his, and he squirmed a bit when her dainty hand gently rubbed the moisture into her leg.

"Getting a little wet," she said, showing him her fingers, but seemingly teasing him.

"I see that," he admitted, taking full advantage to gawk at her legs, now slightly spread as she leaned back to resume watching the game.

Taking a deep breath, Jack tried to relax and focus on the game. His raging erection, still very evident, was not going away, but Bethany, if she had noticed, didn't let on that she'd seen it. Jack again squirmed, this time ending up even closer to Bethany, who looked up at him with those dazzling eyes. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yep, yep. Just getting comfortable," he said. "You?'

"I'm good," she said, still gazing into his eyes.

I bet you are, he thought.

Settling back, again, they were suddenly surprised by Xander and Brian who had just come up from the basement.

"Jeez, get a room already," Xander kidded them, observing what now looked like quite a cozy seating arrangement on the sofa.

"Xander!" Bethany exclaimed, somewhat flustered and standing up. "Watch your manners, young man."

"Aw, I'm just kidding, mom," he smiled. "You two kids just enjoy yourselves." He seemed to enjoy provoking his mother.

"Very funny," Bethany said, blushing as she looked over at Jack, who also appeared to be somewhat red in the face.

"Enjoying the game, guys?" Jack quickly changed the subject. The jolt from the boys also helped alleviate some of the tension in his shorts.

"Yeah, as long as the Yankees keep the lead," Brian said, as the boys headed back down the stairs with their own snacks and refreshments.

"I didn't even realize the Yankees were ahead," Bethany admitted. "How'd that happen?"

"I guess we've been talking so much, we must have missed it," Jack said. "It's only by a run, though, and there's still plenty of time."

Bethany sat down again, taking a long pull from her Coke. Jack watched as her slender throat contracted with each swallow.

Bethany immediately notice that the erection Jack had been sporting for the better part of the game was less apparent. Either he really, really liked baseball or she was having an effect on him. She was pretty certain the sexy, casual t-shirt and shorts combo she picked out was the cause. She knew she really shouldn't be teasing him like this with the boys just downstairs, but she was enjoying the attention and feeling desirable. She really was "getting a little wet."

She purposely snuggled a little closer to Jack, loving the feeling of closeness that she missed for so long. He didn't move, and actually appeared to move even closer, leaving them situated even more intimately than before the boys surprised them.

Bethany brought one slender leg up so the heel was practically touching her crotch. Jack observed the smooth adjustment and felt his arousal rekindle. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her hair, and what must have been a light mist of body spray. He glanced down at her unblemished face as she watched the game, noticing for the first time that she was wearing little or no makeup. She truly was a natural beauty.

"Yes!" Bethany shouted, quickly grabbing hold of Jack's leg, shaking him out of his reverie and putting him into overdrive. "Git! Git! Git!" she continued with great enthusiasm, eyes locked on the screen. "Three-run homer! In your face, Mr. Yankee!" Bethany smiled tauntingly just inches from Jack's face.

Jack broke eye contact long enough to see three Red Sox players circling the base paths and celebrating at home plate.

"5-3! How about that, Jack?" she asked, in a playful taunt that was just about the cutest thing Jack thought he had ever seen.

Playing it cool, he said "No problem. We'll get it back...and you'll be buying me dinner."

"I don't think so. Game's almost over," Bethany smiled back, the playfully added, "Let's see, where do I want to eat? Hmmm, let me think," she paused, looking up thoughtfully, then smiling mischievously at Jack.

"A great Yankee once said 'It ain't over 'til it's over'," Jack cautioned.

"Yeah, yeah, Yogi Berra. Big deal," Bethany dismissed as she sat back, patting Jack's leg where she had grabbed it. "Hope I didn't hurt you," she said apologetically. "I get a little fired up, sometimes."

"No, no," Jack replied. He loved that she felt comfortable enough with him to share in her excitement like that. "I like your home run call."

Bethany's head slumped in embarrassment. "Yeah, I kind of do that subconsciously. You should see me at the Knights games. Some of the parents look at me like I'm from another planet when I get excited like that."

"Well, I'm really looking forward to seeing that," Jack said admiringly. "Sign of a true fan."

"I'm glad you get it," she said easing back into his almost embrace. "Some people just don't seem to get me, sometimes," she said thoughtfully.

"I find that hard to believe," Jack replied. "Beautiful, caring, warm person like yourself. What's not to like?"

"I hope that's way people see me," she said.

"That's how I see, you," Jack said. "I'm sure most folks see that, too."

"Aww, thanks, Jack," Bethany replied, surprising him with big, tight hug that she held for several seconds. As the hug ended, they paused, still holding each other, face to face. In split second that actually felt like time standing still, there lips met, softly at first, then deep and intense. Bethany parted her lips, eagerly accepting Jack's tongue, as it sought and found hers. They held each other, kissing passionately for several moments, wanting to do more but knowing they couldn't. Breaking the kiss, they paused, forehead to forehead, gazing into each others eyes. Bethany gave Jack one last peck on the lips, then slowly disengaged.

"That was...nice," Bethany said with a shy grin.

"Very nice," Jack agreed, not wanting it to end as suddenly as it began.

Flustered and aroused, Bethany hopped up from the sofa. "You need anything?" she asked, distractedly. "Another Coke? I'm gonna get another Coke."

Jack watched as she waited for his answer, feeling the palpable change in their relationship. "Ah, I'm good. Game's almost over, too. Don't want too much caffeine before going to bed," he continued, also feeling a bit disconcerted. "Not that we're...."

"No." Bethany caught the gist of what he was trying to say.

"I mean before I go home and try to sleep," he continued, awkwardly. Like he was going to be able sleep now, he thought.

"Right, right." Bethany understood. "Me, too. I mean, I probably shouldn't have another one either," she offered, then quickly changed the subject as she left the room, "I wonder what the score is now."

Jack watched her walk to the darkened kitchen even though she just said she didn't need another drink. "Uh, still 5-3. Top of the ninth. Yankees have two on and two out," he said, still distracted. He rose from the sofa, tried to compose himself, and walked to the kitchen.

Standing in the dark, back against the counter, Bethany looked up at Jack as he entered the room. He paused for a second, then quickly reached her in two strides, reaching to hold her face in both hands, pulling her closer before kissing her deeply on the lips before moving to her ears and down her neck.

Bethany wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight between her legs, feeling his warmth merge with hers. She could feel the length of him as they struggled to get impossibly close. She was slick with desire, panties moistening as he drove himself against her, both wanting more.

Jack ran a hand along her thigh, then toyed with the fringe of her shorts, slipping a finger under the fabric, trying without success to reach the source of Bethany's heat. She moaned at this sudden sensation, willing him to go higher and reach his destination. Still kissing frantically, he cupped a breast with his other hand, kneading it, causing the nipple to stand erect, poking at the fabric of her shirt.

Bethany slid her hands over Jack's ass, then stroked his raging cock through his pants, feeling the length and heat, as it pressed to meet her hand.

Feeling the urgent need for release, Jack maneuvered Bethany out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and into her bedroom. Kicking the door shut with one foot, he slid Bethany's top off as she knelt before him, sliding his shorts and boxer briefs to the floor. He unhooked her bra as she licked the base of his penis before swirling her tongue around the head before taking him fully into her mouth.

Jack pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He moaned with pleasure knowing he wasn't going to last long. Bethany bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock, tasting the pre-cum, and feeling Jack's balls tighten under her gentle caress. She thrust one hand inside her shorts and panties in a frantic attempt to gain her own satisfaction. Reaching her clit, moist with an abundance of pussy juice, she rubbed furiously while continuing to stroke and suck Jack's pulsating cock.

Taking in the vision of this incredibly sexy woman kneeling before him, watching her rapidly sucking him off, hand in her panties, had him at the breaking point. Suppressing a moan, he braced himself as he began spurting thick, hot streams of cum into Bethany's mouth. She continued to take him in and out as some of it dribbled down her chin while she swallowed the rest.

Still reeling from his tremendous orgasm, Jack helped Bethany to her feet, kissed her deeply, tasting his own cum. He fondled and suckled Bethany's full, perky tits, seeing, feeling, and tasting them for the very first time. Sliding her shorts off her slim hips, he he laid her back gently on the bed before falling to his knees and burying his face in her dripping pussy. Taking in the intoxicating aroma and taste, he swirled his tongue around and around her engorged clit, teasing and licking it before plunging his tongue deep inside her pussy.

Bethany writhed in ecstasy, pulling at her tits and nipples and Jack ate her out with incredible skill. She bucked her hips, her clenched ass rising and falling from the bed, as Jack continued his oral ministrations to her pussy and clit.

Rock hard and ready for more, Jack briefly considered thrusting his stiff cock deep in Bethany's pussy and fucking her until they both came wildly. Thinking better of it because of their limited time, he took two fingers and slipped them in and out of her tight cunt, finger-fucking her wildly while he continued to tongue and suck her clit.

Ass raised, hips grinding to meet his every movement, Bethany let out a low moan as her orgasm raced through her body. Every part of her was awash with pleasure emanating from the core between her legs. She continued fondling her tits, pulling at her sensitive nipples, as the orgasm ebbed and she fell into a state of sated bliss.

Face dripping with her juices, Jack rose to his feet and fell back onto the bed, turning to face Bethany, whose breathing was starting to return to normal. He found her hand, and gripped it tightly as they looked into each others eyes, smiling.

He rolled on top of her, kissing her softly about the face, ears, and neck. Then gave a kiss to each nipple, and finally, one loving kiss on her toned belly. Sliding back to floor, he watched her as she propped herself up on her elbows, giving him a perfect view of her beautiful face, firm breasts, peaked with tight pink nipples, and her bare pussy, now covered in juices that had started to run down her legs.