Traveling Team Ch. 03

"Oh, my god," She said. "That was amazing. I mean, I didn't mean for that to happen, not tonight anyway, but that was off-the-charts, over-the-top incredible!"

"You're amazing. You know that, right?" Jack said "You're gorgeous, fun, sexy, sweet, gorgeous. Did I say gorgeous already? And you've got quite a talented tongue." Then he kissed his way up her legs, to her belly, to her breasts to her lips again.

"Is that your move?" she asked with a grin. "The thing up and down the body? I bet you do that with all the girls."

Jack smiled. "First, there's no such thing as 'all the girls.' Not with me, anyway. You're the first in a very long time. Very long," he admitted. "And second, I just like to do that. It's like a way to show how much I honor and appreciate you. That you've allowed me to be intimate with you. I guess it's a show of respect," he explained. "No matter how wild and crazy the sex gets, there should always be that respect."

Bethany appeared touched by his words. Rising to meet him, she asked him to stand. They faced each other, looking at each others bodies for moment, then Bethany stood on her tip toes and pulled Jack's forehead to her lips and kissed it. She then moved from ear to ear, giving each a little nibble before moving down to the kiss the base of Jack's throat. She then kissed each of his nipples and his belly. Finally, she rose up again, giving him a long passionate kiss on the lips, followed by a playful peck on the tip of his nose.

Pausing for effect, she then said, "There, I respect you, too."

"Thank you," Jack replied. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

"I know," she replied. "I just wanted to. I think it's sweet." Then she hugged him tightly.

"I hope you don't think I do this with just anyone," she said, concerned about going so far, so fast. "Actually, I haven't been with anyone since my divorce."

"No, no," Jack understood. "I mean, it's none of my business, well maybe it is now, but I didn't think that...uh, that you're the type to sleep around. Wait, that didn't come out right." He struggled to find the right words. "Just in the short time we've known each other, I've really gotten the impression that you're a caring, loving mother and a great friend. Everyone at the team meeting seemed to love you. I heard nothing but good things. Damn, it sounds like I'm giving a job reference."

Bethany laughed. "It's alright. I'm pretty sure I know what you're trying to say," she assured him. "I feel the same about you."

Bethany reached for Jack's hands and they stood, admiring each other for a moment.

"You know," Jack started to say.

"Oh, my god!" Bethany exclaimed. "Did you say the Red Sox were just about to win the game before we started all this?"

"I didn't say they were necessarily going to win the game, but...."

"The game's probably over!" she said. "Where are the boys?"

They looked at each other for a second, then rushed to get dressed and make themselves presentable.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Bethany fretted as she hopped around the bedroom pulling on her clothes. "What if they heard? What if they see us coming out of the bedroom together? What if...."

Jack caught her as she began to trip pulling on her shorts. "It's gonna be okay, okay?"

"Okay?" Bethany questioned. "How's it going to be okay?"

"The game might still be going," Jack said calmly. "The Yankees have been known to make comebacks, you know. Especially against the Red Sox," he teased to lighten the mood.

"Not likely, pal," Bethany replied, somewhat appeased.

"How about this," Jack began. "You step out. See what they're doing, and if they're still downstairs, just come and get me. If they're upstairs, you can just tell them that I needed to use your bathroom."

"Why wouldn't you use the other one?" Bethany questioned.

"Because I was actually in here making love with you!" Jack said, in mock exasperation.

"Okay, that might work," Bethany agreed. "We're the adults, anyway. So what if I wanted to show you my bedroom?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way," Jack replied. "But I get what you mean. Uh, you should probably tuck in your shirt and button up," he pointed to her shorts.

"You might want to wash your face," Bethany replied with a sexy smile. "Got a little wet there." She winked as she finished adjusting her clothes and carefully opened the door.

Stepping into the hallway, Bethany was first optimistic because she couldn't see or hear the boys. Then she heard the postgame report on the TV and her heart sank.

"Game's over," she heard from behind her, and nearly jumped with surprise. Xander and Brian were standing right outside Xander's bedroom door.

"What?" Bethany said, trying to hide her surprise.

"Game's over," Xander said again. "Red Sox won 5-3!"

"Awesome!" Bethany tried to sound enthused. "What have you guys been doing?"

"Playing video games in my room," Xander replied. Didn't you guys watch the whole game?"

"Um, well when it looked liked the Sox had it wrapped up, Jack said he hated to see the Red Sox beat the Yankees, so I offered to show him around the house," Bethany contrived.

"Sounds like my dad." Brian bought it.

"We were actually outside for a while," Bethany continued the yarn.

Surprising everyone, Jack casually stepped out of Bethany's bedroom.

"I think I got it to stop running," he said to Bethany.

"What?" asked Bethany, confused.

"Your toilet? The toilet in your bathroom that was running? I opened it up and fixed the problem," Jack told them. "Got a little sweaty, but everything seems to be working fine now."

"Great. Great." Bethany breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks so much for helping me with, uh, my plumbing," she said with a conspiratorial glance.

"My pleasure," Jack winked back. "Any time."