The gangly nine-year-old at the plate swung so hard he nearly fell over. The ump called, “Stee-rike three!” The players in the field eagerly rushed in for their team’s turn at bat.
Danny Barstow, the red-faced thirty-two-year-old slob who had kept up a steady stream of chatter since the game started, slapped an equally overweight buddy on the back. “Works every goddamn time,” he bellowed. “The little fuckers are easy to rattle at that age.” He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of a hairy arm.
Five rows above him, on the top row of the bleachers, Laurie Williams rolled her eyes in disgust. She leaned toward the stranger beside her, an attractively slender woman who had just arrived.
“Some of the fathers at these games are pretty obnoxious,” she whispered. “But that jerk is the biggest loudmouth of them all.”
“You’re telling me. I’m married to the asshole.”
“Oh, God.” Laurie covered her face in embarrassment. “Sorry. I feel like a complete idiot.”
The pretty stranger gestured at her husband, who was waving his flabby arms in response to a base hit. “Not as big an idiot as he is. That’s why I come in my own car and don’t sit near him. So, where’s your worse half?”
Laurie liked her sense of humor. “Three states away. We split up a few years back. Best thing that ever happened to me–and to my son. That’s him at bat now.”
“Cute kid. I’m Denise Barstow, by the way. Dylan’s mom.”
Laurie knew better than to ask why anyone as nice as Denise would stay married to a moron like Danny. Different women have different thresholds when it comes to how much crap they are willing to tolerate. Sooner or later, she thought, every woman figures out what it takes to make her happy. But each one has to learn for herself how to make a change.
Laurie saw her son swing and connect. She jumped to her feet. “Run, Billy, run! You can make it!” Unfortunately, the throw to first beat him by three yards.
“Too bad,” Denise said. “He was really trying.” She leaned back, resting her pale arms on the bleacher’s wooden cross beam. She was dressed in a thin plaid blouse tied in a knot under her bustline, white cotton shorts, and white tennis shoes over turned-down pink anklets. She extended her long legs so she could rest her feet on the seat plank in front.
Laurie assumed that Denise had to be around her own age, early thirties, based on how old their kids were. But Denise was so youthful, she could have passed for a mature teenager.
Laurie was about to ask how she managed to keep her thighs so incredibly toned when Denise said, “So, what do you do for fun?”
“Billy takes up most of my energy. I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date. Isn’t that pathetic?”
Keeping her eyes on the field, Denise casually asked, “You ever make it with girls?”
For the rest of her life, Laurie never would forget how awkward she felt at that moment. She was too shocked to say anything at first, but she also felt a shiver of excitement. The implication that this attractive stranger was making a pass gave Laurie a strange thrill.
Laurie never had done anything sexual with another woman. Not anything serious, anyway. She had played “kissing practice” games when she was growing up, but didn’t think that was anything special. She also enjoyed looking at other girls’ naked bodies in the showers after gym when she was in school. She rationalized that this was only because the female body is a naturally beautiful thing, like art.
Only once did she have a distinctly sexual urge toward another girl. Laurie had come home early one afternoon to her college dorm, and walked in on her roommate masturbating. Laurie mumbled that she was “really sorry, really!” and quickly retreated. But the sight of her friend Suze lying on her back in a single bed, wearing nothing but a T-shirt while she rubbed a humming vibrator against her neatly trimmed pussy, made Laurie incredibly excited.
She had hurried downstairs and ducked into an empty rest room off the dorm’s lobby, so Suze would not find her if she looked in their own bathroom. Laurie skinned down her jeans and panties, sat on the toilet, closed her eyes and started furiously rubbing her pussy. In her mind, she still could see Suze’s open thighs, and Suze’s delicate fingertips holding open the lips of her wet pussy, and the blunt end of the vibrator pressed against the button of Suze’s clit. Laurie ran her tongue over her lips, fantasizing that she was tasting Suze’s cunt.
That was when she felt herself coming. She kept quiet, whimpering through her climax, imagining the sight and smell and taste of Suze’s cunt. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She had never come so hard in her life.
Afterward, she felt embarrassed and ashamed. She wanted to tell Suze about her feelings, but she also wanted those feelings to go away. When she finally went upstairs, Suze was dressed, and she acted as if nothing had happened. They never discussed the matter in any way.
But sometimes, just before drifting off to sleep, Laurie would recall the sight of Suze’s glistening pink pussy lips and have to touch herself.
She never told any of her boyfriends, or even her husband, about those feelings. She liked keeping those thoughts private. As far as the rest of the world knew, she was a straight, all-American girl–one who grew up to become a thirty-one-year-old single mom who had not gotten laid in three years.
She was sure that Denise had not asked her question about making it with girls out of idle curiosity. It was obviously a pass. This could be Laurie’s chance to make a forbidden fantasy come true. But is that what she really wanted?
She took so long to answer that Denise said, “Hey, I didn’t mean to get personal. I just wondered–”
“No, that’s all right,” Laurie said, trying to sound cool. “I don’t . . I mean, I never . . I mean, I haven’t–”
“Don’t sweat it,” Denise said, smiling. “It’s not a trick question.” She put a hand on one of Laurie’s bare knees and gave it a squeeze.
She is so pretty, Laurie thought. Now that the subject had been raised, she couldn’t look at Denise without picturing her naked. Denise had high, firm breasts. Laurie wondered what sort of nipples she had. She wondered if Denise shaved her pubic hair. Was it trimmed into a V shape, or a straight line, or had Denise shaved herself completely smooth down there?
Laurie looked down at her own petite body. She was wearing a white short-sleeve blouse and pleated khaki shorts. She might not be slim-and-sexy supermodel material like Denise, but she had kept herself in darn good shape. She could still fit into the same size jeans she wore in college. Her breasts actually looked better than they did back then. The extra cup size she had added when she was carrying Billy never went away, which she regarded as a nice fringe benefit to motherhood.
Denise had gone back to watching the baseball game with no discernible expression, as if they had been talking about nothing more significant than the price of eggs. Laurie wondered how she could admit that she wanted to be more than friends. This was all new territory for her. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
“The coach usually always takes the boys out for pizza after the games,” she said.
“I know. My lard-ass husband goes with them, and ends up drinking a couple pitchers of beer before he gets home. Great role model, huh?”
Laurie used both hands to grip the wooden plank she was sitting on, steeling herself. Hoping she sounded nonchalant, she said, “Why did you ask me about, you know–other girls?”
Denise gave Laurie a coy smile. “Lean over here and I’ll tell you.”
Laurie put the side of her head next to Denise’s red-lipsticked mouth. She could feel Denise’s warm breath on her ear. Denise whispered, “Because I want to go to bed with you, of course. Are you interested?”
This is it, Laurie thought. She looked Denise in the eye. Their faces were only inches apart. Laurie gave a slow but unmistakable nod.
“Then come on.” Denise got up and walked to the far end of the bleachers, then headed down. Her fat husband was too busy verbally harassing the umpire to notice. Laurie followed, glad that her son’s team was in the dugout that faced away from the bleachers.
Maybe she was being terrible for leaving when it was only the second inning. She might feel just awful later about not sticking around to cheer Billy on, especially if his team lost. But she couldn’t help herself. She felt like she needed what Denise could give her. After all this time, Laurie was going to do something purely for herself.
She watched the way Denise’s shorts hugged the swells of her butt cheeks as she walked down the cedar path to the parking lot. The center seam was wedged deep in Denise’s crack. Laurie could not detect the impressions that a pair of panties would make.
The thought of her new friend completely bare under her shorts made Laurie’s mouth water. She imagined spreading Denise’s bare cheeks to get a good, long look at her pretty pussy from behind, and her little bathroom place. She told herself that what she was doing was so bad, so wrong, so dirty. But it was so irresistible.
“Follow my car,” Denise said, getting into a late-model Lexus. Laurie hurried to her Accord. It was a short drive. When she parked and joined Denise on the front porch of Denise’s two-story house, she hoped none of the neighbors would see her.
When Denise closed the door behind them, Laurie let out a long breath. She was almost trembling. Denise put her hands on Laurie’s shoulders. “I get the feeling you don’t do this kind of thing very often.”
Laurie blushed. “Would you make fun of me if I told you this was my first time?”
Denise’s eyes went wide. “Really?” She seemed genuinely delighted.
Denise eased closer, running a hand down Laurie’s arm. Her lips were so close that Laurie wanted to kiss her, right then, right away. Denise said, “Do you want a drink first?”
Laurie looked at Denise’s sensuous mouth, her smooth neck, her firm breasts. “No,” she said. “I want . . . I want to make love.”
“That’s a good girl,” Denise whispered. She put her mouth on Laurie’s for a kiss. Laurie felt their breasts pressing against each other, and Denise’s tongue entering her mouth, and the gentle breath from Denise’s nostrils. Laurie’s pussy felt very hot, and very wet.
The kiss went on and on. Laurie felt Denise put a hand between her legs.
“You’re nice and warm down here,” Denise said. “We’ll have to get you out of these clothes.”
“Yes,” Laurie replied. She felt weak. “God, yes.”
Denise led her up the stairs to the master bedroom, where she unbuttoned Laurie’s blouse. She kissed the tops of Laurie’s breasts as she unsnapped her bra. She tossed the bra on a chair.
“You have beautiful breasts,” Denise said, cupping them from underneath. Laurie’s nipples were very stiff. Denise tugged at them, lifting Laurie’s breasts away from her body. Laurie gasped when Denise bent over and covered one nipple with her mouth.
Laurie unfastened her own shorts and slipped off her sandals while Denise sucked her tits. Denise shoved a hand down inside Laurie’s moist cotton panties. Her middle finger found the hot cleft between Laurie’s lips. She wormed her fingertip inside Laurie’s body. Laurie gave a quiet moan.
Denise removed the finger from Laurie’s pussy and put it in her mouth. “You’re delicious,” she said. “I think we should get into bed now, so I can get a better taste.”
Laurie watched Denise remove her blouse–no bra–and her shorts–no panties. Denise’s dime-size nipples were as hard as Laurie’s own. Denise’s pussy was trimmed almost bare, with only the faintest wisps of blonde curls. The lips of her sex were thick and puffy.
Denise toed off her tennis shoes but left on her pink anklets. She pulled Laurie onto the bed, rolling her onto her back. Denise crouched on top, with her pussy resting against Laurie’s mound. She squirmed around a little, rubbing crotches. Laurie reached up and squeezed her tits. They were firm and girlish, with no sag at all.
“I want to eat you,” Denise said. “You’ve never had a girl do that, have you?”
“No,” Laurie said. “But I want it. I want it so bad.”
“And you want to eat my pussy, too, don’t you? You want to put your little tongue all over my cunt.”
Laurie wanted to come, wanted to cry, wanted to melt, all at the same time. “Yes. Yes, I want to lick your cunt. Please let me lick it. Please!”
Denise got on all fours over Laurie in 69 position. The sight of her pussy that close made Laurie lose whatever inhibitions she had left. She covered as much of Denise’s cunt as she could with her hungry mouth. She probed her tongue deep between its folds, up inside Denise’s fuckhole.
Denise’s pussy had a half-sweet, half-bitter flavor. She smelled faintly of musk and soap. Laurie’s nose was near Denise’s crinkled anus. She tilted her head to rub her nose directly against that sweet little asshole. It gave a slight twitch.
At the same time, Denise was licking and sucking Laurie’s clit. She pushed two fingers inside Laurie, fucking them in and out.
Laurie was lost in what seemed like a beautiful dream. In no time, she felt herself coming–not the way she had come with men, but in a deeper, more intense fashion. Her climax seemed to build at the core of her being and explode from every pore of her body. Denise held on tight, licking and sucking, as Laurie bucked her crotch and cried out with joy.
Laurie was glad that she was able to return the favor a few minutes later. She felt Denise’s pussy actually gushing wetness into her mouth when Denise came. Laurie swallowed every drop of Denise’s sweet girl-come.
They kept licking and sucking each other, losing all track of time. Neither of them realized it had been raining until they heard a clap of thunder. Laurie was so dazed, she thought the rain was wonderfully romantic.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?” a man’s voice bellowed, shocking her from her sensuous reverie. Laurie looked to one side and saw Denise’s bloated husband standing in the bedroom doorway. He was dripping wet. Rain. The baseball game!
Laurie tried to scramble from under Denise’s body. Denise stayed squatting above her on all fours, holding her in place.
“Keep still, baby,” Denise said. “Just stay right where you are.” Then she looked up at Danny. “Where the hell is Dylan?” she snarled from between clenched teeth.
Danny’s anger turned into something that sounded more like fear. “Pizza place,” he mumbled. “With the rest of the team.”
“And why the fuck aren’t you with him?”
“I wanted to come home first and–”
Denise cut him off. “Close the goddamned door and get the hell out of here,” she barked, in an emphatically no-bullshit tone. “And don’t come home for another two hours. You got that?”
Her two-hundred-fifty-pound husband started to say something, then changed his mind. He turned and meekly closed the door. Laurie heard him lumbering down the stairs.
Laurie knew she should be mortified with embarrassment at being discovered in such a compromising position. But Denise’s ballsy display had managed to make her even hornier. “God, that was fantastic,” she said.
Denise started licking Laurie’s pussy again, up and down the slit and all around her sensitive clit. “Shhhh,” she said. “We’ve got another two hours, and I don’t want to spend it talking.”
Laurie obediently put her tongue back in the warm groove of Denise’s pussy. Things were going to be a lot different in her life from that day on. She finally realized that she had been playing in the wrong league all her life. She should have known that girls always have more fun playing with other girls than when they play with boys.
Sooner or later, she thought, every woman figures out what it takes to make her happy. But each one has to learn for herself how to make a change.