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True Baseball Love Ch. 02

By: topwise



This is Part Two of "True Baseball Love". This story might be able to stand on its own, but I would encourage reading Part I first if you have access to archives. Again, I welcome all comments. And to my fans who enjoyed "True Baseball Love" and sent me encouraging comments, please let me know if Part II did Part I justice and if there should be further editions of this storyline. 

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Kate0612: I am still not getting through on the website

JeffCal1: I haven't had any luck either...have you been trying the phone

Kate0612: I have six different lines I am using

JeffCal1: Six?

Kate0612: Yeah I actually have quite an operation set up here in the school library. But shhh I told the librarians it was a school project. Good thing its not finals week

JeffCal1: haha

Kate0612: Its the only place I could set this up, couldn't risk Sandy coming home and seeing our plan

JefCal1: Oh no, Kate, my screenpage just updated and said they are sold out for Opening Day.

Kate0612: Oh no! I was hoping I could still take your place. I guess we'll just have to do with the other thing. You're still on for after finals right?

JeffCal1: Absolutely. I'll call mom later this afternoon and let her know I can't make the game this year.

Kate0612: Thanks for your help Jeff...Good luck on the projects and Ill see you soon.

JeffCal1: See you soon

I logged off the computer, disappointed at the failed morning in trying to obtain Opening Day tickets to the Cubs game. Jeff had some how managed to get tickets to take his mom the last two years. Now the spirits must have realized that Jeff couldn't take her this year and it wasn't meant to be for me to take his place and take Sandy myself. I returned everything to its place in the library and headed off to my final class, before heading home, knowing I was going to have a sad lover to greet me.

I have been living with Sandy for the last seven months, deciding not to renew my housing option for my Sophomore year. I came home late in the evening and found Sandy in the kitchen making pasta for dinner.

'Smells great, need help?" I said as I dropped off my bookbag on one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen. I walked over to Sandy at the stove and placed my hands on her back and slid them to her hips. Sandy turned and gave me a kiss while continuing to stir the sauce.

"No, its almost finished," she replied after the kiss ended. "How was class tonight?"

"Great!" I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. "I really like this European history class I'm in. The professor is so interactive and providing great insights into how I should teach one day."

"You'll make a great teacher." Sandy placed her hand over my arm on her waist to show her support. She held it there as she began a slow sway with her hips. I rocked with her and watched as she added some final spices to her sauce. 

"I think it's done. Taste." Sandy lifted a spoonful of sauce to my mouth

"Delicious." I lifted my arms from around her waist and turned her face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I then went to the cabinets to get dishes to set the table. "So, how was your day?"

"Kind of slow, I left work early." Sandy was putting the pasta, sauce, bread and salad into separate bowls and bringing them over to the table. "Jeff called this evening."

"Oh, how is he doing?" I said, as I took my bookbag off the chair and moved it to the living room. I returned to the kitchen and Sandy was returning to the table with glasses of wine. I held her chair out for her and let her sit first, giving her another kiss on the cheek before taking a seat next to her.

"Well he said he couldn't make it for Opening Day this year. He is swamped with projects this semester. Busy college students, you two."

"I'm sorry Sandy, I know you look forward to spending time at the games with Jeff," I said as I put salad onto Sandy's plate. "I'm sorry to hear he can't make it this year." I brought the wineglass to my mouth and took a sip.

"You liar." I almost choked on the wine and looked at Sandy

"Pretending like is the first time you're hearing this news," she said as she pinched me on thigh under the table.

"Well I guess I might have been aware of some of the news."

"Ha, Jeff told me once you heard you organized a phone-a-thon to try to get tickets on your own to take me."

"That sounds vaguely familiar," I said as Sandy gave me a slight slap on the thigh again.

The slap turned into a massage. "Well thank you for trying. The gesture is what counts."

"Your welcome," I said as I leaned over and gave her a long kiss. I returned to my plate of pasta. "Boy, that kid cannot keep a secret," I said pretending to be frustrated.

She gave out a laugh. "I'm his mother, he has to tell me these things." She continued to run her hand in short strokes on my thigh. I returned the gesture with my free hand under the table.

"You know, great times with Jeff aren't my only good memories at Opening Day."

"I know that's where you met me!" I ran my hand a bit higher on her leg.

"Oh, but I didn't tell you everything of that day."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you had me hypnotized from the beginning with your long black hair swaying in the breeze and whenever you stood to cheer, you had this green thong that would flash me and I fell in lust. Then not much longer, I fell in love."

I blushed. "You are just too perfect." I grabbed Sandy's hand and we finished dinner with a big glow surrounding the two of us.

#

When Opening Day came around, Sandy awoke early to head off to work. When I felt her warm body leave its position next to mine, I woke up.

"Where are you going?"

"Work silly." She leaned over the bed and gave me a kiss. In between kisses she joked, "You know that's what comes after school, work...so stay in school as long as possible."

She tried to stand back up to continue dressing for work, but I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her down for another kiss. "No silly, why are you going into work today...don't you remember calling into the office on Friday informing them you couldn't make it today because of a doctor's appointment?"

"No I don't." She stopped her fight of trying to stand up again and instead lay back down on the bed next to me. I kept my arms wrapped around her neck.

"Well I seem to recollect that you did."

"Oh really?" she said as she looked into my eyes.

"Uh huh, I remember your exact words."

"And"

I repeated the lines I told her office and used the same voice that I used trying to mimic Sandy's.

"You're bad. You're also really bad," she said with a laugh. "I can't believe the office thought that was me," she said as she wrapped her own arms around my back.

"Oh really? Well I could have imitated the noise you make when you get really excited but I didn't think the office would appreciate that," I said, running my hand through her silky brown hair.

"Oh please, you don't know what I sound like when excited, let alone reproduce that noise," Sandy said as she climbed on top of me and began to kiss me slowly allowing her tongue to dip into my mouth every so often.

"Oh I think I could." I then pinched her nipple hard through her white cotton top. Sandy let out a yelp. I then grabbed her ass as we continued kissing, our tongues probing deeper now.

"I know you can."

"You know if we continue this way, we'll miss the game on TV. I still have a lot more planned."

"Hmmm," Sandy moaned disappointedly. "Okay, I guess I can be persuaded to watch a Cubs game.

Sandy jumped into the shower, and I quickly got dressed to prepare for the day. I heard the shower turn off when I started up the grill and placed on top a couple of hot dogs. 

Sandy got dressed and walked through the living room. I heard her laughs while I was in the kitchen. She noticed that I placed the couch in front of the TV with folding chairs on either side and a couple of benches in front of the couch chairs.

"You are crazy," she said as she met me in the kitchen.

"I get crazier. What goes with a ballgame? Hot dogs and beer!" I said as I took some cold ones out of the fridge and poured them into some plastic cups you would get at the ballpark. 

"Just hot dogs and beer," she said trying to tease me but not realizing what she was walking into.

"I am glad you asked, check the oven." Sandy peered inside to see the salted soft pretzels that were finishing up. Another laugh came from Sandy. "I also found a cotton candy machine. That we can make later if you want."

Sandy walked over to me as I was taking the hot dogs off the grill and putting them in the buns. She hugged me from behind and began to kiss my neck. "You spoil me."

"You deserve it." I grabbed a couple of hot dogs and pretzels and Sandy grabbed the beers and we sat down on the couch in the living room.

We spent the first inning enjoying the food and the game. No one scored in the first, but the Cubs had some good defensive plays in the top half of the inning. After the first, I put away the paper plates and refilled our beers. I returned to the couch and sat close to Sandy and she wrapped her arm around me as we put up our feet on the benches in front of the couch. 

The second inning is when the Cubs broke through, scoring five runs. But they were not finished, by the fifth inning it was 12-1. Sandy couldn't have been happier and that made me happy. The Cubs have a tendency to blow the competition away in the first game then struggle for the rest of the season. But we still brought our plastic beer cups together in a cheer and a salute that that would not be the case this year.

As the game settled, I began to rest my head on Sandy's shoulder enjoying the relaxed afternoon with her. Now and then we had more to root for. In the eighth, we had the bases loaded with no outs, threatening to break the game open even wider. Sandy stood up in preparation of the next batter doing something wonderful as if she really were at the ballpark.

I stood up and stepped over the bench to sit down in the row in front of Sandy. "Do you remember this at all?"

Sandy looked at me with a suspicious look as I sat down. It turns out the next batter did do something spectacular with a double to the gap clearing the bases. I jumped up and down and then returned to my seat slowly to give a nice show of the nice green thong I decided to wear today. 

Sandy gave out a laugh. The next couple of batters got on base and I used every excuse to jump out of my seat and return slowly revealing the thong covering my ass. 

"You're driving me crazy Kate, return to your seat back here," she begged as she reached out to grab my arm.

I playfully pushed it away. "Get off of me woman, I'm trying to watch a ballgame here."

The inning ended and the Cubs won it quickly in the ninth with a final score of 18-4. I turned around to face Sandy at the final out and I jumped over the bench and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry Jeff couldn't have been here to enjoy the game with you, thank you for spending the day with me, I hope it was a decent replacement," I said with a kiss.

"It was perfect, you thought of everything."

'Well I just started with the green panties and expanded from there...hey we didn't get to the cotton candy. You still want some?"

"Absolutely. You get started. I'll put these chairs and benches away."

I headed into the kitchen and turned on the machine and added the sugar flavoring. The cotton candy was beginning to form as Sandy came into the room.

"You know what I forgot...those paper cones to collect the cotton candy."

Sandy walked over to the machine and saw the cotton candy. "Who needs em." She reached into the machine and collected some cotton candy around her finger and put it to her mouth. " Tastes great." She put her finger back in and collected some more and offered it to me. I licked the cotton candy off her finger. It was great. I went back and sucked the remaining sugar off her finger. We spent the next ten minutes feasting off cotton candy off of each other's fingers. Each time the licks, sucks and kisses to get the cotton candy off became more sensual. Soon all ten of our fingers were sticky and the candy was gone.

"You still have some sugar on your lips." I pulled Sandy's face close with my hand and kissed the corners of her mouth then licked a spot from her chin to her mouth. Sandy opened her mouth and sucked the sugar off of my tongue and we kissed. Aware of our sticky hands we avoided touching our clothes but with the passionate kisses we couldn't help but touch the others necks and run our hands through each other's hair. 

"Well this quickly became a sticky, sexy mess. Let's take this to the shower." Sandy took my hand and we walked to the bathroom. She started the water, while I took off my clothes. When the water was the right temperature, I slowly pulled down Sandy's pants while kneeling down, and ran my hands back up her legs and found the waistband of her panties and slid them to the floor and picked up each of Sandy's feet helping her step out of them. I then slid my sticky fingers up the inside of her legs as I rose, running one palm over her mound. I stood and gave Sandy a kiss, as I lifted up her shirt, breaking our kiss to get the shirt over her head. We continued the kiss as I undid the bra, sliding it off her arms.

We stepped into the shower and we let the shower run over our bodies. I ran my hands over every part of Sandy's body that the water had found and she did the same. It felt great to feel her hands all over me. I always felt safe and free in her hands and her touch lifted my spirit to new heights every day.

When we decided that the water had soaked us enough, Sandy reached for the shampoo and turned me around so she could lather my hair. She ran her fingers through my hair getting the sticky sugar out of my hair and massaged my head and rubbing my temples to make me fully relaxed. She pulled my head back to enter the stream of water to rinse out the shampoo. I had a great view of Sandy's face looking down on me, the water falling on my hair and Sandy's breasts getting lathered with the shampoo that fell off my hair.

I washed Sandy's hair in the same manner. Then we each grabbed a handful of body soap and prepared to wash each other. I replaced the shampoo on Sandy's breasts with my hands and lathered the soap into her breasts, running my fingers over the nipples. Sandy rubbed soap into my neck and as if to check to make sure I was clean enough leaned in close and took in a deep breath of my neck and let out a sigh and kissed my neck up and down with long pecks.

My hand moved from her breasts to her stomach. It was so flat. When lying in bed, that was the best place I liked to rest my head before drifting off to sleep in her arms. I dipped a finger into her belly button and moved my hands to her back and used the opportunity to pull her closer to me. Sandy washed my back as I did hers and we both moved to the other's ass. The soap ran down my buttcrack and I felt Sandy's fingers follow suit. I ran my fingers down Sandy's crack, pulling her cheeks slightly apart and snapping them back into position. Sandy would complain now and then about her age, but she had so much bounce left in her. Her ass was firm, her tits were pert. Age meant nothing to me with her. I gave her ass a bit of slap. Sandy reached around the front and began to rub between my ass and my pussy. She then re-lathered her hands and slid her hands up and down each of my legs. Stopping on the up stroke to take notice of my aroused pussy.

I sat Sandy down on the bench in the shower and lifted her right foot and placed it on my waist. I lathered my hand and proceeded to wash her right leg. I did the same with her left leg and she used the heel of her foot to press against my pussy making it quiver to her soft touch. I stood her up and we stood in the streams path letting the soap wash off our bodies. We continued kissing and caressing under the shower. 

We turned off the shower and stepped out running a towel over us quickly so that we weren't soaking and stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. We didn't stop kissing as we proceeded to the bed. Sandy laid my head gently on the pillow. She brushed my wet hair away from my face and began to kiss my neck. I took deep breathes and ran my hands down Sandy's back and up and down her soft legs as she straddled me.

Sandy began to kiss my breasts. My nipples were hard and super sensitive now. With my small breasts, my nipples seemed to stick out an even greater distance than the really did. Sandy took my nipples into her mouth and licked her tongue in circles around them. When she began to nibble, my hair stood up on end all over my body. My hands found their way between Sandy's legs and I tried to get her hairs to stand up on end too by using my thumb to roll and pinch her clit. 

Sandy moaned into my tits. I slid a finger along her slit and pinched her clit. Sandy lifted her head to let out a moan. I used the opportunity to turn her onto her back and I straddled her. She ran her fingers through my hair as I ran kisses down her cleavage and massaged her tits in my hands. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked at her larger tits. Sandy explored my breasts with her hands as I played with her nipples with my tongue. Sandy then grabbed my head and pushed me down her waist until my face was hovering over her pussy. Her clit was swollen. I took her clit in my mouth with a deep suck and found that my finger easily slid into her already moist cunt. I quickly added a second finger and curled my fingers on her vaginal wall. My mouth moved from kissing her inner thighs and nibbling on her clit. 

"Oh Kate," Sandy moaned.

Sandy continued to guide my head. I focused completely on her clit with my mouth. One hand continued to finger her pussy while the other inched up to her breasts. Sandy's hands moved from my head to help my hand play with her tits. She began pulling on her nipples and I did the same with the other breast. I sucked hard on her clit and began pumping three fingers into her pussy fast. I felt Sandy's body shaking, then her pussy clenched around my fingers three times as she came with a loud scream.

Her body was still shaking when I picked up my head and removed my fingers and brought them to my mouth. She always tasted so delicious. I licked all the juices off my fingers and turned my gaze to Sandy. Sandy eyes were staring at me licking her pussy juices. 

"Come here," she motioned with her beckoning fingers.

I climbed up to kiss her. She licked her own juices off of my tongue.

"Now scoot up further." I crawled up to the head of the bed and positioned my pussy over her face and lowered myself down. Sandy quickly found my mound with her mouth, running her tongue up and down my slit, avoiding my clit and teasing me well. Her hands were rested on my ass, and she clenched and pushed me further on her tongue allowing her tongue to penetrate my hole and twirl around my pussy walls. I was very wet, and Sandy gave a moan of approval of my taste.

Sandy slid her head further down and pressed my ass further down on her face and her tongue slid from my slit and continued down a path to my asshole. She ran circles around my butthole, teasing my nerves at the entrance. Her tongue slowly penetrated my asshole, and I loved every minute of it. I pushed my ass further on her tongue without her help, wanting to feel her deeper inside me. Her tongue probed deeper while her hand now paid attention to my clit. Her fingers ran rapidly over my hard button and I was losing control. I arched my back and grabbed hold of the headboard to keep me from falling. 

"Sandy, I am so close to cumming!"

Sandy prepared for my orgasm and removed her tongue from my ass and replaced it with a finger sending it deeper up my ass while her mouth took in my clit. As soon as her tongue made first contact with my clit it hit me.


True Baseball Love Ch. 02



"Sandy I'm coming!"

My body shook, my pussy pulsed and my juices squirted out of me onto Sandy's face, neck and chest.

It took me awhile to recover then I slid down the headboard to lay next to Sandy. She was licking around her face collecting my juices. I began to rub my juices into her breasts while licking the juices that had collected on her neck with kisses. I continued to rub my juices into her tits when I looked into Sandy's eyes and gave her a deep kiss, looking to taste both our juices on her tongue. 

We continued kissing and caressing until I rested my head on her stomach, my favorite place.

"I think after that, we're gonna need another shower."

I agreed. We stepped into the tub, but the fondling in the shower just led to more juices flowing than what we could wash off.

#

I finished up my finals a week before Mother's Day. Mother's Day was great because I yet again had great plans for Sandy. I woke her up with a kiss. She actually was receptive and returning the kiss before I think she actually woke up.

"Happy Mother's Day," I said as she opened her eyes to see the face of who was kissing her. 

"Thank you, Kate"

"I know Jeff has finals this weekend, and it may be awhile before we see him again, so I am going to make today all about you."

Sandy stared at me. "What do you have planned?"

I leaned over in bed so my face hovered over hers, looking straight in her eyes. I observed those blue eyes and her soft face, anticipating the day's events and wondering what kind of brightness and joy I would bring to that face. My eyes went from her eyes to her hair as I brushed my fingers through it. I then kissed her forehead before finally speaking. "Nothing major, but you better hurry and get ready or we'll be late."

I walked in the bathroom and turned on the shower to get it warm for Sandy. I returned to the bedroom and gave her another quick kiss as she was getting undressed. "I'll make a quick breakfast, but you have to hurry," I said as I patted her on the butt, motioning her towards the bathroom.

Sandy came downstairs fifteen minutes later and we finished some scrambled eggs and toast and left the house at eight a.m. I began driving the two of us, and from the moment we left the driveway, Sandy was trying to guess where we were going. The closer we got to the location, her guesses seemed to narrow, if you could call it that.

"Did you pay for us to be flown into space by the Russians?" "Are we getting married in Vegas? Massachusetts?" "Oooh, we could be driving to see Jeff!" "Are we visiting my childhood home, oh wait no that was just a couple blocks away from our house, we've already passed the neighborhood." "Where are we going?" Then she began guessing based on buildings we passed on the road. "We're going to the post office to mail a letter?" "Mother's Day Slurpees at the 7-Eleven, well that's a pleasant surprise!" "The firehouse...I get to be a fireman for a day? I've always wanted to slide down that pole thing."

We couldn't help but laugh at her silliness. Finally I couldn't take the indirect route anymore and had to get on a road that she would know where it was headed.

"Kate?"

"Sandy?" I said teasing, knowing a light bulb had gone on in her head.

"Why would we leave so early if we were going to the ballpark, the game isn't until 1:20."

"Well we would have left later if we were going to the game at 1:20."

Sandy turned her head to look at me with those suspicious eyes again as I parked the car and we began to walk to Wrigley Field.

"So we can sit in the seats alone for a couple of hours before the game, that could be romantic."

"No I don't think they would let us do that. Silly, we're going early because it's Mother's Day."

We entered the front gate and I showed security my passes. She pointed us in the direction of another security official who greeted us and gave Sandy a rose and said Happy Mother's Day. 

Sandy turned to me and whispered, "Can you tell me now what this is?"

"Well it's the Mother's Day tour. A few children can bring their mothers (I said with a nudge) for a tour of the ballpark." Sandy didn't speak and just looked dumbfounded.

The security official walked us down and we approached the field where all the Cubs players were out on the diamond with their families, talking with a few other mothers and children like us. The security official opened a gate and held out a hand to help us onto the field. Sandy definitely needed the hand for support as her mouth was open to either catch flies or she was dehydrated and was hoping it would rain soon so she could collect the rain water in her mouth.

We were free to walk around. All of her favorite players were on the field. And after initial awkward introductions of "Oh my God, do you know you're Kerry Wood?" it became very easy to talk to the players. We talked with Ramirez, Barrett, Prior, Zambrano, Pierre, and Sandy's favorite player Derrek Lee. We even got to talk with the player's wives and their children and some of the player's mothers. It was like a family reunion and we were part of the Cubs family; it was great. Sandy had a ball when we started to play catch with Derrek Lee, his wife and child.

We were to have this time on the field until eleven when bating practice had to begin for the teams. But at quarter to eleven, an announcement came over the speakers for Sandy Johnson to report to the press box. 

"What did you do?" Sandy begged of me.

I just gave a smirk and a shrug. Security led us to the press box. Inside a WGN official asked Sandy, "Would you like to interview a special guest?"

"What?" Sandy shouted as I squeezed her hand. 

"Yes, and here is who you are going to be interviewing," the WGN executive said motioning to a corner of the booth. There sitting was Jeff.

Sandy let out a scream, squeezed my hand hard then let go and ran over to Jeff. She gave him a huge hug and several kisses on the forehead then turned around to face me and a few tears began to roll down her cheek. "Kate!"

That was all she could say at the moment. She wrapped her arm around Jeff and walked over and wrapped the other arm around me. I turned to the Security official, "Okay I think we're ready to find our seats." Sandy's eyes grew even larger as we were escorted to some box seats and inside was awaiting us some food and drinks. The security official left us to our private box and all Sandy could do was alternate her hugs between Jeff and myself.

"So what has been going on, how was this planned?"

Jeff spoke up, "Well Kate felt bad when I told her I wouldn't make Opening Day so she offered to fly me out for Mother's Day.'

"But you had finals this weekend," Sandy questioned.

"I did, my last final was last night. I flew out late last night to get here. Kate told me she had gotten tickets for the game, but I guess she had more planned huh?"

"Yeah she did. How did the Mother's Day event happen, there were only about 20 of us Mother's treated to that event?

"Well, Jeff told me to never reveal my ways."

"Yeah he's sneaky like that," Sandy added. "So how long do I have you for," she said as she wrapped her arms around him in another giant embrace.

"For the day, but I fly out again this evening. Got to work tomorrow."

"Boy oh boy, you take this college stuff seriously! I am so proud of you."

It was a great afternoon at the ballpark. We had a great view of the ballpark. In between great plays where we paid attention to the action on the field, we caught up on each other's lives. We asked Jeff how his archaeology studying was going. He was so dedicated it was amazing. Working all of his summers when he could be on break relaxing but he was doing what he enjoyed, so it was relaxation to him. Jeff asked about my future as a history teacher and what I had envisioned for myself and he was also interested in how Sandy and I were doing. He was so caring about our relationship. It was amazing how he never flinched when he heard about the two of us and never questioned how true our love was for each other; he saw it. Sandy and Jeff reminisced about old times and included me in on the stories and the playful banter. I truly felt apart of their family. I was more than just Sandy's lover, but a friend of Jeff's and included as one of the family.

That made me so happy in my relationship with Sandy. I had still not told my parents that I was a lesbian. My parents were religious, but that is not why I did not tell them. It was that they were always distant, never cared what was going on in my life. I imagined that if I ever went home and said, "Mom, Dad, I'm gay," that my father would turn to my mother and say, "who was that?" I was so happy with Sandy and when I saw that Jeff was so accepting and interested in me and the two of us, I felt secure and like I belonged. It was a glorious feeling.

The game ended in a Cubs win. Sandy was thinking that we should attend games more often since they always seemed to win when they went.

"Don't worry mom, You know I'll try again for next year...Opening Day...you, me and Kate."

After the game began to wind down, the three of us stayed in the booth, finishing off sandwiches and chatting away. Sandy and Jeff were sharing a couch, arms interlocked and I was across from them in a chair enjoying the banter and enjoying the two happy faces looking back at me, just as happy.

After the game was over and they were closing the park and asked us to leave the seats, we headed out. Sandy was so happy to see Jeff but sad that it was time for goodbye. We drove Jeff to the airport and said our goodbyes at the gate. Sandy gave her one final big hug goodbye before I gave him a hug of my own. He turned to walk to his plane, but turned around quickly, "Now Kate, you keep making Mom this happy." I gave a smile indicating I would. Jeff added, "And Mom, you too...I've never seen either one of you this happy before." Then Jeff turned and walked off to catch his flight.

We followed him until he disappeared from view. Then Sandy turned to me and gave me a big hug. "Let's go home." Sandy was all smiles in the car ride home. It was dark out when we pulled up into the driveway. It indeed was a long day. We got to the front door when Sandy stopped me as I had the key in the door. She pulled me close for another hug, "Thank you."

"Always welcome."

Sandy then turned the key and pushed the door open for me. We walked up to the bedroom. I walked to the bathroom to wash up while Sandy got undressed. When I finished up, we swapped places. I pulled off my T-shirt and jeans. Took off my bra and panties and stared in the mirror for a minute. My black hair fell across my chest hiding the nipples of my breasts. I pulled my hair back and stared at my small breasts and bare pussy in the mirror. I went to the dresser and pulled a fresh pair of small cotton panties and pulled on a T-shirt that went to just above my navel. I pulled out the tucked in sheets of the bed and lay down. I pulled the sheet back up over me up to my chest, but swung one leg out to feel the cool breeze of the cold night's air. 

I heard the doorknob turn and Sandy re-emerged from the bathroom. She saw me with the blankets over me and giggled to herself. "Do you actually think you're going to bed?"

I gave a mocking yawn. "Yeah, I am kinda beat. Wake me next week huh darling?" Then I turned over. My one leg was now well wrapped in the sheet but the other was exposed showing a nice outline of my one ass cheek. 

"Well if you are that tired dear, by all means take as much rest as it takes," she said as she lay next to me and pulled the sheet up to her head and covered us both as she spooned me and began to kiss my neck. 

I flipped onto my stomach, releasing the hold of the blanket around my leg. "Boy still a bit sleepy."

"I know dear, close those eyes and go to sleep." She began kissing the other side of my neck now as I took this new position. She then moved to my collarbone, which was exposed by my T-shirt. Sandy moved the kisses back to my neck and then began kissing my ear, tracing her tongue in and out amongst the folds. Then to completely drive me wild she would breathe her hot breath on the moist areas she had created with her tongue.

I let out a moan and then tried to cover it up with another fake yawn. Sandy continued to kiss my ear, darting her tongue in and out, while her hand ran down over my T-shirt starting at the neckline, down my cleavage, and resting at my waist at the hemline near my belly button. It was hard for me to keep my eyes shut and remain motionless while her touch was having an amazing effect on me. I thought that when Sandy's hand reached the hemline that she was going to reach underneath and run her hands back up to my breasts. Instead Sandy would just run a path over my shirt from my neck down my cleavage to my belly button, then back up then move her hand over and trace a path down over my right breast, then back up then a path down over my left breast. The slow, soft movement of her hand was having the effect that Sandy desired. My nipples began to stiffen.

When Sandy could feel that my nipples had stiffened she stopped her movement up and down and just rested her left hand over my breast. She just held her palm over my nipple. I was anticipating her next move and that was causing my pussy to swell and moisten. Sandy repositioned her head kissed my neck a few more times then ran her right hand through my hair while keeping her left hand motionless on my right tit. I felt her hot breath on my face and opened my eyes. 

"Have I ever told you I love you?" she asked.

"All the time."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Then Sandy leaned in for a kiss. Are lips met and a jolt of electricity went through my body. Soft open-mouthed kisses that landed for two seconds and released. Then longer kisses that lingered. Then our tongues met and that sent another shiver down my body. Our mouths were one, as our kisses were so deep. Our tongues twirled and danced and made a love of their own. Then Sandy caught me off guard and used her left hand to finally cup my right breast. She squeezed softly then ran her thumb over my nipple that was poking through the fabric of my shirt. The feel of the fabric adding friction over my nipple as Sandy rolled her thumb felt magnificent and I felt juices pool in my pussy.

Sandy straddled me, her knees at my hips and elbows at my ears so that her right hand could pay attention to my left breast. Our tongues never stopped touching as her right thumb began to run circles around my erect nipple. I ran my hands down Sandy's back to the hemline of her shirt and slowly began pulling it up to her neck. I cupped her breasts as I helped pull the shirt over her mounds. Sandy pulled her mouth from mine as she leaned up to help me get the shirt through her arms and off her neck. She threw the shirt to the floor in a corner. She then returned to our kiss. She paid attention to my tits with her right hand, using her left to brace herself. I used both my free hands to explore her naked back and her large breasts.

Sandy was making me feel great by massaging my nipples, but I pulled her right hand off my chest and placed it next my head and pulled her body down so that her swaying tits were over my face. Sandy lowered her head and chest. I took her right tit in my hand and her left in my mouth. When my saliva hit her nipple, Sandy let out a moan into the mattress. I brought her tits one at a time into my mouth, closed my mouth and pulled her tits out, all while using my tongue to swirl counterclockwise around her areola, touching the edge of her nipple. I felt Sandy grab my hair as shivers went down her back.

While my mouth entertained her breasts, my hands went to the strings of her panties at her waist and pulled them down halfway to her knees. I ran both my hands over her now naked buttocks and down her hips. I continued teasing her legs in this manner before bringing my fingers to her tits for one last pinch of her nipples before throwing her off guard and cupping her crotch with my right hand. I ran all my fingers between her legs, across her clit, down her slit and to her asshole. With first contact, Sandy shook. I didn't dip my fingers into her pussy but my fingers and palm were already soaked. I imagined my pussy would be the same.

"Oh God, my pussy is soaked. I need you to taste me Kate."

I turned around so that my legs faced the headboard. Sandy handed me a pillow and I propped it underneath my head. When I was settled. Sandy swung her leg back over my head and lowered her pussy on top of me. I also spread my legs wide so that Sandy could have access. My nose was the first to make contact as I pulled her pussy onto my face. I ran my nose against her clit as if it were an Eskimo kiss. I then ran the tip of my nose across her slit and it collected quite a bit of her juices. I followed my nose with my tongue up across her slit. Starting at the clit, my tongue ran across her slit, penetrating deeper as I moved my tongue through her folds so that as I reached her pussy, my tongue was through her folds and diving in to meet her pussy walls.

Sandy let out a moan. But was quick to return to her own pussy juice tasting. Her tongue had not penetrated my pussy yet, it was focusing on my clit. She alternated between twirling her tongue around my clit and then taking my clit in her mouth and giving it a nibble. The alternating sensations caused my pussy to clench. Sandy then spread my legs farther and pulled my butt cheeks wide so she had better access. Her tongue left my clit and traced a path through my slit, collecting some juices and depositing them along the way as she continued the path to my ass. Sandy continued this pattern as she collected my pussy juices and deposited it on my ass to lubricate it. My body was aching for the end of her repetitive motions and waiting for when she finally dipped her tongue into my asshole.

My hands also pulled her cheeks wide so that I could dip my tongue farther into her pussy. My hand traced a path along her ass. As my tongue burrowed into her pussy and collected her juices from her walls, my head turned back and forth causing my nose to brush back and forth across her asshole opening. When I saw this had an affect on Sandy, I replaced my tongue with my thumb and lathered my thumb with her sweet nectar. I returned my tongue to its drill position in her pussy and used my thumb to rub the entrance of her ass. Sandy's body bucked as my thumb pushed and finally penetrated her defenses and found its way into her ass. I didn't go deep in her ass, but I slowly wiggled my thumb.

Sandy gave out a giant moan as she arched her back. She returned her tongue to tracing its path. Finally she felt she had collected enough juices, repositioned my butt, slid an index finger deep into my pussy for the first time, releasing my gathered juices, and used that distraction to penetrate my own ass with her tongue. I began to rock my ass onto her tongue enjoying the feeling. She added a second finger to my vagina and pushed deep. She never thrust fast, just moving slowly and diving deep with her fingers as if measuring just how far this soaked tunnel goes.

We were both moaning wildly by now having both of our holes filled with fingers and tongues. We removed ourselves from the 69 position. Sandy reached over to the nightstand and pulled out some toys. She grabbed the double-headed dildo and I grabbed the mini vibrator. We each grabbed a pillow and rested our weight on an elbow as we positioned our pussies close to one another. I ran my fingers over Sandy's pussy and she did the same with mine. I removed my hand and tried the scissors position grinding my pussy onto hers enjoying the friction on my clit. Sandy began to moan, and I stopped the motion just short of coming.




True Baseball Love Ch. 02



Sandy positioned one tip of the dildo and slid it down her slit and pushed it into her pussy. She let out a moan as it filled her nicely. She took the other end and slid it up and down using the opportunity to collect lots of juices before sliding the thick dildo into my pussy. She slid it in my pussy as far as it could go then made sure it was still well positioned in her pussy on the other end. Sandy then slowly began to rock the dildo, pushing up into her then pushing the dildo back deep into me. The sensation was incredible.

I reached over and retrieved the tiny vibrator and turned it on. I placed it on my clit to make sure the speed was right. When the shivers shook my body I knew it was a good speed. I tried it on Sandy's pussy and she had the same reaction. While Sandy plunged the fake cock into each of our pussies I alternated between our clits driving us both nuts. I then took the mini vibrator and placed it at the tip of Sandy's ass and poked it through. Sandy stopped thrusting the dildo as she enjoyed the new sensation.

She took hold of the vibrator and pushed it further into her ass. I took control of the dildo and started thrusting it harder into each of our cunts. Sandy was enjoying the dual feeling in each of her holes. The dildo slipped out of my pussy and slapped my clit. That sent shivers up and down my body and knew I needed to come. I turned my end of the dildo back towards Sandy to gently slap her clit while using my other hand to quickly frig off rubbing my clit rapidly. Sandy let out a huge moan as I slapped her clit and new we were both seconds from coming.

Sandy removed the dildo from her pussy now too, but kept the vibrator in her ass as she frigged off her clit. I came first. My pussy walls contracted and juices squirted out of my pussy all over, spraying back at me and directly at Sandy. When my juices landed on Sandy, she exploded in her own orgasm and did what she had never done before. Sandy began rocking back and forth rapidly, closed her legs and spread them. I saw her pussy clench and release, releasing her own juices as she squirted all over me. When I saw this I had another quick orgasm and we sprayed each other with our juices. Sandy's orgasm lasted quite a while and when she stopped gushing she was writhing in pleasure on her side, continuing to rub her pussy.

I was breathing heavily and began to rub our squirted pussy juices into my body. I was coated in a sticky mess, as was Sandy. I repositioned myself so that I was lying next to Sandy head to toe. She was still slowly recovering from her orgasm. I pulled up the sheet and covered us both with it. I then wrapped my arm around Sandy and held her in my arms as we spooned. And that is how we fell asleep.

We woke up to the smell of sex. And that just got us in the mood for a morning quickie before Sandy went off to work. 

"Yesterday was incredible. Last night was incredible. I am very special to have you. I love you, Kate."

I just looked into Sandy's eyes enjoying the happiness I could see in them. "I love you so much."

"Well I see I owe you big for your birthday, you keep treating me to all these special moments."

#

My birthday was the middle of June, and as Sandy promised she told me to prepare for an excellent night that was all about me. She said it would begin at a fancy Thai restaurant downtown. It was early evening and I hopped into the shower. I let the water run over me before picking up the soap, enjoying the warm feeling the water created. I looked over my body. It was amazing how comfortable I felt in my own skin. I had once been embarrassed about my breast size. Sandy thought it was a mute issue. That is not why anyone should fall in love with me and that when I did find my true love, they would love my breasts as is. I ran my hands over my breasts, enjoying the teasing sensation. When Sandy said that, I didn't completely believe her. But once I fell for her, she made it absolutely true. I was a much better person having met Sandy and I hoped I added the same in her life. I soaped up my hands and washed my body wanting to be perfect for tonight. I stopped to toy with my pussy a little bit to add to the foreplay for tonight, which I am sure was going to be a night of foreplay before a night of great sex. I shampooed and conditioned then rinsed off. I dried off in the bathroom and walked out naked. I walked over to Kate who was undressed, ready for her shower after me. I gave her a hug and rocked with her, rubbing my pussy into hers.

'Well, Sandy, you're planning the night, what should I wear?"

Sandy picked out a pair of panties and picked one of my favorite dresses from my wardrobe. I began putting on my panties and Sandy walked over to the closet to grab a towel for her shower when the phone rang. 

Sandy walked over to pick it up. I was applying some deodorant and stopped when I noticed Sandy's pale expression while listening to the voice on the other end of the line. 

All that came from Sandy's mouth were one word phrases like "How?" and "When?"

I walked over to Sandy's side of the bed and sat down and grabbed her hand. She squeezed back hard, and I was fearful of what she heard. She hung up the phone and just stared at me. She tried to sit on the bed so I positioned myself deeper onto the bed and lay out. Sandy curled up with her head up on my waist.

"Jeff's dead"

I was shocked. "What?"

"His van driving him back from a dig crashed. He and four other students died."

"Sandy," was all I could say. Trying to say what I couldn't in words I ran my fingers through her hair to try and comfort her as she breathed heavily on my bare belly.

I had no idea what to say. I was sad. Sad. Sad for Jeff. Sad for Sandy. Sad for sadness. A pain that I knew would never go away

It remained silent before Sandy spoke.

"I don't know if I've ever told you but, I love you, Kate."

"I know Sandy."

"No, I love you."

Then we both cried. 



True Baseball Love Ch. 03



My left shoulder was pinning a pillow against the window, while Sandy was resting her head on my right shoulder. My cheek rested on her silky brown hair. She was still sleeping as we began our descent. I lifted my head and placed my forehead on the window straining to see below us. It was dark outside even though it was only around 3 o'clock local time. As we began the descent, the plane fell in line with the clouds and the drops began to appear on the window. We passed through the clouds, and rain began splattering on the wing and window; I could still not yet see the earth beneath us. I watched the rain fall on the wing of the plane and thought that Sandy had matched if not surpassed the number of rain drops with her tear drops over the past year. 

It was a very rough night when we heard the news. We held a tight embrace as we cried; tears ran unabated down our cheeks for what seemed like hours. Sobbing by Sandy that began as loud wails settled into the quiet cry where one is sucking for necessary air that had been lost to the sorrow. In the morning, after a few hours of scattered sleep, we began arranging with Berkeley school officials on a flight out.

There was a memorial service held for Jeff and the other students who had died in the accident. It was a strange feeling to be with the other grieving families. We were all going through the same crisis, yet none of us could possible understand what the individual loss meant to each and everyone one of us. I know for me that Jeff was a close friend in high school, providing me an outlet for my introverted personality. I felt ignored by my family, but Jeff was always willing to hang out with me. For Sandy , even I could not fully understand a mother's loss. Jeff was her only child. Her love for him would never be equaled by the number of tears shed for him.

The sky continued to cry. Sandy awoke when the flight attendants came around to prepare for landing. She lifted her head and red crease marks appeared on her cheek where her head had rested. Our arms interlocked as she grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze as she tightened her seatbelt. My gaze went back to the window where there were no signs of the weather letting up.

We were on our way back from Arizona . Sandy had decided that Jeff would have liked to be cremated and have his ashes returned to the earth. When Jeff was six, Sandy and her husband vacationed there and it was probably there that Jeff fell in love with nature at the Grand Canyon and with the history touring the land of the Pueblo Indians. So on the year anniversary of his death, Sandy and I spent the occasion, my birthday, dusting Jeff's ashes over a southern cliff of the Canyon. It was a silent moment and turned into a very quiet trip of shared understanding.

My gaze left the window once we were low enough for me to recognize the land beneath us. I turned and looked at Sandy . Her hair was disheveled and her eyes bore the strain of countless sorrow. I squeezed her hand back as the rear tires hit the surface of the runway and then the front wheel tires. Our silence was not broken as we taxied and retrieved our baggage from the overheard compartments. In the cab ride home, with my arm wrapped around her waist, Sandy spoke. She grabbed my hands and brought them together in her lap and while looking at our hands interlocked whispered that she loved me. I wrapped my arm tighter around her to pull her closer to me. I took a deep breath enjoying the aroma of the shampoo she uses. I opened my mouth, but could not think of anything appropriate to say after such a somber week.

I awoke early the next morning. Before I opened my eyes I knew that Sandy was already awake. Her left hand was cupping my naked right breast, her arm extending down my body with her elbow pointing away from my belly button. I could feel Sandy resting her head on my left breast, her legs wrapped around mine. But what I could feel above all this were her eyes staring at me. I could tell she was watching me sleep awaiting my waking moment. I opened my eyes so that my eyes were staring at hers when my eyelids parted. 

"Hi."

"Hi," I replied back.

"I haven't forgotten."

"You haven't?"

"No."

"Hmm, well I have. Clue me in?"

"Your 21st birthday!"

My milestone birthday had indeed arrived. I had spent that day, watching darkened ash fall slowly, drifting with the wind down the deep Canyon.

"Don't remind me how old I am. Ugh, so old."

"I know. I may have to find a younger girlfriend." Sandy lifted her head off my teat and gave me a soft but deep kiss on the lips. 

"You know, I recall having on a T-shirt when I went to bed last night."

"You also had on panties."

I lifted off the sheet that covered our bodies and looked down at my waist. I could not see with Sandy 's leg draped over me. I slid her knee further down my legs. I saw my black pubic bush exposed. 

"You must have been very tired. You didn't notice me take them off. I have been playing with your pussy for a half hour now waiting for you to wake up."

"You have been molesting me in my sleep!" I said pretending to be insulted.

"Well, you kept moaning yes."

I parted my legs and ran my hand over my mound and realized I indeed must have been moaning. My hand was soaked. I now noticed that Sandy was also naked. Her larger breasts already had erect nipples indicating an excited woman next to me. Her pussy was also shaved bald. 

She saw my eyes staring at her crotch. "I shaved once I saw that you had been growing yours out like mine." I realized now that we had not made love in quite a while. 

I ran my hand over her smooth pussy lips and immediately my hand was soaked again. My pussy was not the only kitty being petted by Sandy this morning. I turned on my side to face Sandy eye to eye. "How exactly did you take advantage of me while I slept?" I returned my hand to her mound. "Did you rub my sex with the palm of your hand like this?" My palm put pressure on her as I ran my hand from her clit to her hole. "Or did you tease my slit by sliding your fingers across my gash?" Again my hand mimicked the motion of my question. "Or did you ignore the teasing mode and just slide your fingers into my pussy and curl them until your fingers became sticky with my juices?"

Sandy closed her eyes as I performed my questioning. With the first question, her tongue came out to moisten her lips. With my second question, she let out a soft moan. With my final question, she let out a yelp as she spread her legs and thrust her pelvis down onto my penetrating fingers.

I continued my line of questioning. "What did you do when this did not wake me?  Did you taste my juices?" I licked Sandys own cunt juice off my fingers. "Or did you get your pleasure by having the unsuspecting sleeper taste her own juices?" I parted Sandys lips and slid my fingers in and out of her mouth making sure to rub as much as I could off on her tongue. Sandy 's eyes remained shut but the moans didn't stop escaping from her lips. "But this wouldn't have been enough for your sick mind. You would have had to proceed to my breasts. Perhaps you spread some remaining juice and saliva over my nipples to invite your tongue to taste." I ran my fingers across Sandy large breasts and flicked her erect nipples. I then pushed her on her back as my mouth found her right breast. I sucked deep allowing my lips to pinch each nipple before my tongue flicked each hardened nipple. 

"It was here where you were probably caught when I woke up."

"You are absolutely right, and you awoke just when I was getting to the best part. I would have gone to the closet and pulled out a toy." Sandy got off the bed and walked to the closet. My eyes followed her tight, tanned ass and I licked my own lips as she bent over to pick something out of the drawers in the closet. I could see the glisten on her bald pussy surface as she reached deep in the drawer for her toy. As she turned to come back, I closed my eyes again to play the part of the sleeping, unsuspecting sleeper.

I heard Sandy stop at our night table, probably to pull out some lube. Then I felt her grab my ankles to pull me to the end of the bed. My legs were bent, with my feet flat on the bed and legs spread wide as I felt a dildo enter my wet hot cunt. "I would wonder what you were dreaming about and how these new sensations would incorporate into your dream. Were you at school, perhaps sitting in on a boring class when for some unknown reason your pussy walls were parted? Or were you having some strange dream of rainbows and unicorns when you felt your cunt throbbing, feeling the need to cum?"

"Oh Mr. Unicorn!" I screamed, giving off a laugh as I moaned. Having this dildo in me felt so good. The movement was so rhythmic. My ankles were once again grabbed and my legs lifted off the bed and onto Sandys shoulders. The pushing of the dildo became deeper. I opened up my eyes to see Sandy was not using her hands to piston this rubber cock inside me. Instead she had a harness around her own pussy with the dildo attached. Her waist was rocking wildly matching the thrusts of the dick.

I couldn't believe my eyes, when did we get this new toy? Watching Sandy fucking me in this way caused my walls to pulse and I came all over her cock. I let out a scream. My hands grabbed the sheets as I began shaking and writhing back and forth on the bed. Sandy slowed her thrusts and slowly withdrew her still erect cock. She let go of my legs and they fell to the floor. Sandy kneeled on the bed and waddled over to me, resting her ass on my waist and leaned in for a kiss. Her cock rested on my tits. I enjoyed her tongue in my mouth. Sandy began to swat her prick against my nipples as I sucked on her tongue. Finally our mouths separated and Sandy brought the dildo to my mouth and I sucked my juices off her hard dick. Savoring my juices, I unfastened the harness from around her waist. I laid the harness to rest next to me on the bed and lowered her pussy onto my face. I flicked my tongue along her clit and watched as she parted her lips and positioned her gap over my outstretched tongue. Sandy began lifting and lowering her ass onto my tongue. She controlled this pace as I began to fasten the harness onto my own waist. Sandy continued to tease her pussy on my tongue until I had finished positioning the cock on me. I slid her down and guiding her pussy onto my new claimed dick. We kissed again as Sandy slowly rocked on me. The pushing of her cunt onto the dick caused it to rub up on my own mound and felt myself ready to cum again. 

I came again and squeezed onto Sandys overhanging tits as I did. Sandys movements on my cock increased. She was now panting hard and I saw she was close to cumming now too. I pinched Sandy 's nipples. Sandy now had her eyes closed and was arching her back. She was close but removed the prick from her gash and scurried up to have me finish her off. I sucked at her clit and fingered her pussy. I had three fingers deep inside her when I felt her pussy walls collapse. Her juices spilled out of her pussy and down onto my face. I grabbed what I could that dripped into my mouth. I could never grow tired of her taste. Sandy came again and collapsed next to me on the bed. I turned over to hug her, my penis now poking into her leg.

"I think I much prefer being awake for that than sleeping."

"Me too."

We caught our breaths and took showers. When I got out of the shower Sandy was again waiting for me at the door staring into my eyes. "So that wasn't your present. Its your 21st birthday so I went all out." Sandy again went to the closet and pulled out two wrapped presents.

I quickly unwrapped the first present. It was a beautiful leather bag.

"I figure you can use that for the new job." 

I was doing student teaching my final year, and this bag was going to be perfect for keeping me orgainized with all my new lecture plans I would be doing. I opened up the second gift wondering how she would top the first gift. The second contained a mac laptop.

"You are going to be a great teacher; I have no doubt about that. I just figured you should be as prepared as you can be for your first assignment."

I gave Sandy a kiss. She was such a loving person. I had not asked for any gifts and had thought that she may not want to celebrate being such a painful past year. I knew Sandy had such a big heart and was glad that I occupied space in that heart. I knew it was space that would never be vacated.

Teaching the first semester was fun. It was long and busy and challenging, but I loved it. I really had no doubts after that first semester that I wanted to teach. The kids responded to my lesson plans. The high school that I student taught for also loved me. Like a Christmas gift that I was waiting my whole life for, they offered me a job upon my graduation. 

I was so excited that I would be entering the work force upon graduation, and being filled with the Christmas spirit, I thought that it would be best to go talk to my parents and let them know what lay ahead in my future. I had visited them twice a year since I started college, around Christmas and Easter. The morning of Christmas Eve day, I left for my visit.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Sandy asked, concerned.

"No, I want to do this myself." I said. I could have used Sandy 's comfort, but I knew it would just make matters worse. I had yet to tell them I was a lesbian and I figured having my girlfriend with me would be too much of a shock to their system.

I knocked on the door at about eleven. My mother answered the door and let me in. We exchanged hellos before she returned to the kitchen where she was making her holiday pies. I followed her to the kitchen. She was rolling out some dough and I asked her how she and dad were doing. Everything was fine. I remained silent hoping she would return the question. Usually my visits lasted an hour where I sat watching her cook dinner for my father or sit with my father as he watched the football games on tv. After an hour of silence I felt my visit went well and I would go home. My mother must have sensed my anxiousness so asked of how I was. I told her graduation was around the corner.

"Can you still use the dorms to live in after you graduate?" my mother asked. "You know your father has gotten used to having his game room."

"Well, mom, I'm actually living with someone now," I responded.

My mother put down the rolling pin. "I don't approve of that at all."

"It's a girl," I continued.

I could see my mother mulling that over. "I guess that's okay."

"Yes, it is. And we like each other very much," I added, as an indicator that my mother had missed my previous point entirely.

My mother's jaw dropped. "Dear!" she yelled out to my father.

"Did you burn the pie?" my father said as he rushed into the kitchen ignoring that I was there.

"Your daughter's a lesbian."

My father now noticed me and stared at me. "I don't have any lesbian daughter," he stated.

"Father, I am a lesbian and I am in a committed relationship with someone. I love her very much."

"I don't have a lesbian daughter," re restated.

"I'm a lesbian," I protested.

"Then I don't have a daughter." "Is that the way it is, then?" I asked looking from my mother to my father.

"That's the way it is," my mother confirmed.

"Merry Christmas!" I yelled as I left the house for the last time of my life.

The tears did not hit me until I got back home, and Sandy began walking from the living room to meet me at the door. I saw her eyes as she came around the corner and the tears began to swell. I ran up to the bedroom and locked the door and began bawling as I curled up on the bed. I cried alone for an hour before I relented to the third request from Sandy if I wanted to talk. I opened the door and immediately gave her a hug. I cried into her blouse. 

"Hold me," I begged.

We stood in the doorway forever. It gave me time to think. How many tears have I shed in the past year? When would the sorrow end? I had the love of my life, and yet it seemed like the worst time of my life. I wanted to shed all my tears that night. Never did I want to experience this pain again. I cried and cried. Sandy 's blouse was soaked, and I cried.

Five months later I cried again. My name was being read and I walked across the stage to receive my diploma from the university president. I shook his hand, grabbed the diploma and turned and saw Sandy staring at me beaming. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I switched the position of my tassel. In three months, I would begin teaching my history class at the high school. I'd have a summer of fun with Sandy and I hoped to fit in many Cubs games. And what would follow would be the rest of my life with her.

As the crowds dispersed, I met Sandy . We were both beaming and I gave her a big hug. As we hugged she whispered in my ear, "I am so proud of you. I love you. I can't wait to see you do great things. I know I will have that opportunity. I know you will always be at my side when we go to bed each night and I know you will always love me as much as I love you. I love you so much. I don't have a special place for you in my heart. You are my heart."

A few more tears crawled their way down my cheek. "You are my heart too."

I was still wearing my gown when we arrived home. I had tossed my cap and did not bother finding it after the ceremony. We closed the front door and Sandy pulled me from the door and embraced me. "You look so damn sexy in that gown, college graduate."

"I look even sexier out of it."

"I knew you would say that if I said what I said. It was a trap," Sandy said as she kissed me with force. She reached down my sides looking for the hem of my gown. She could not reach so she grabbed the fabric and inched it up until she found the bottom of the gown. We continued our kiss while she worked the gown up. We separated as she tossed the gown off me. I was wearing a dress under the gown with spaghetti straps. Sandy returned to kissing me while her hands landed on my shoulders and pushed the straps off my shoulders and pulled the dress down to my waist, exposing my breasts. Our tongues probed as she cupped my naked breasts. She began to massage them as I found the zipper in the back of her own dress. Her back became exposed and I began to rub her back as she explored my tits. My hands slid under her bra strap and unhooked it. I broke our kiss to help her get out of her dress. She stepped out of her red dress and her bra fell to the floor. I lifted her breasts in my hands and stared at her gorgeous body in front of me. I returned to our kiss, this time I was massaging her breasts as she pushed my dress past my waist until it fell to my feet and I stepped out of it kicking it into the living room.

I was now naked. Sandy quickly realized I was wearing no panties to match my braless outfit when her hand sneaked across my flat belly to my mound. I was already quite moist. She stopped our kiss to look down to confirm with her eyes what her hands had discovered. She felt how hot I was so began running a finger along my naked slit. She moved her kisses to my neck and kissed my left ear, twirling her tongue along the cartilage folds and breathing a hot breath on the trail to make my whole body tingle. I let out a moan and tilted my head backward with her touch. I was rocking my pelvis with her probing finger now. It didn't penetrate my pussy, just slid in between my folds. Her thumb was now playing with my clit. She put pressure on my nub with her thumb and began rubbing back and forth over it while her finger kept sliding across my moist lips. When her breath reached my ear with her next round of kisses, my back arched with my neck, and I began panting as my whole body clenched then released then clenched and released again real quickly as I came. I could feel the liquids spread down my legs and knew I must have drenched her hand. She moved her cum-soaked hand and touched her own breasts rubbing my juices into her skin. She stood back from me now as she massaged her hardening nipples. 




True Baseball Love Ch. 03



I recovered from my orgasm and saw her pinching and pulling at her nipples. I looked down at her white cotton panties covering her bald pussy and saw a line of moisture leaking through. I ran my own finger along this line indicating her slit and began to push her back onto the stairs. She sat down on the third step. I put my thumbs in her waist band and pulled her panties down to her knees. I then grabbed the panties by the crotch in my mouth and pulled them down the rest of the way before tossing them with a whip of my head back towards the front door. With her sitting on the steps, I knelt on the first step and put my head right in her lap, lapping at the juices that had soaked her panties. My tongue traced her slit and immediately began searching for the source, looking to burst the dam holding back her juices. My nose brushed up against her clit as my tongue dug deep. Sandy leaned back on the stairs now. She played with her cunt-juice covered tits as my arms wrapped under her legs to grab a hold of her ass to help provide leverage as my tongue dug deeper into her vaginal canal. My nose kept rubbing her clit and I felt Sandy begin her own shaking and felt her pussy contract against my tongue as her dam broke and I immediately began to taste her juices. She came a lot, and her juices spilled onto the stair carpeting. 

Sandy recovered as I moved my mouth to her breasts switching between nipples as my hand massaged her soaked cunt. As her moaning subsided and she re-opened her eyes, I grabbed her hand and led her up to the bedroom. We fell on the bed and immediately wrapped ourselves in a sixty-nine position. I was on top and Sandy grabbed a pillow to lift her head up to my pussy. I was already licking her legs, trying to dry her completely from her earlier orgasm. I laid kisses on her labia as my tongue laid traces up and down her legs. I then tried to engulf her entire pussy in my mouth and my chin buried deep in her, pressing up against her clit.

Sandy was sucking my own clit and was busy pushing two fingers into my pussy. She kept inserting and withdrawing her finger as her tongue treated my clit as a punching bag. Then the next time she inserted her two fingers she kept them there and began curling them towards my stomach against my pussy walls. I felt my g-spot swell. I began rocking with the curling of her fingers. I moaned into her pussy and began licking her clit furiously in retaliation. Sandy began to buck her pussy with my tongue movements and we both let out loud wails. Juices sprayed from both of us and I collapsed on top of her. I slowly recovered and turned around to reposition myself. Sandy still had her eyes closed and was still clenching the bed sheets at her sides. 

I began nibbling at her breasts. With small pecks I would lightly bite her flesh and pinch her nipples with my lips and tongue. Like a dog turning circles in the grass before lying down, I cleared an area on her chest with my kisses before laying my head to rest after a wonderful evening. I laid there listening to Sandy breathe. I felt the pause in her breathing and felt her begin to speak.

"Kate, I love you."

"I love you too, Sandy ."

"Kate?"

"Yes?"

"Let's have a baby." 



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I was warm all over, barely able to support myself on all fours, ready to collapse. Her hands were on my waists rapidly pulling my quivering tight pussy onto her rubber cock. My body began to convulse, my vaginal walls began to spasm, juices began to flow.

As I reached the peak of my orgasm, the thrusts of the cock inside me began to pick up pace and I shouted as I came, "Put a baby inside me!"

I felt her pull out. She ripped off her strap-on dildo and began to quickly rub her fingers over her swollen clit; Lady Macbeth couldn't match the feverish rubbing of her hands. Within two seconds, I felt her shake the bed, use my back for support and climax, jetting bursts of come as she exclaimed, "Momma's got good eggs!"

We collapsed side-by-side, panting, sweaty, sticky, sexy, glowing...and laughing at our comments. It was a long journey, with a happy ending we were not expecting to ever reach, but we finally got there. 

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Three years earlier (May 3, 2047; graduation day, 4pm; home)

...Sandy was sucking my own clit and was busy pushing two fingers into my pussy. She kept inserting and withdrawing her finger as her tongue treated my clit as a punching bag. Then the next time she inserted her two fingers she kept them there and began curling them towards my stomach against my pussy walls. I felt my g-spot swell. I began rocking with the curling of her fingers. I moaned into her pussy and began licking her clit furiously in retaliation. Sandy began to buck her pussy with my tongue movements and we both let out loud wails. Juices sprayed from both of us and I collapsed on top of her. I slowly recovered and turned around to reposition myself. Sandy still had her eyes closed and was still clenching the bed sheets at her sides.

I began nibbling at her breasts. With small pecks I would lightly bite her flesh and pinch her nipples with my lips and tongue. Like a dog turning circles in the grass before lying down, I cleared an area on her chest with my kisses before laying my head to rest after a wonderful evening. I laid there listening to Sandy breathe. I felt the pause in her breathing and felt her begin to speak. 

"Kate, I love you." 

"I love you too, Sandy." 

"Kate?" 

"Yes?" 

"Let's have a baby."

I laid there for a moment. My heart skipped a beat, my lungs retained their air as I held my breath. Many thoughts raced through my head. Sandy and I had known each other for four years. We were in love from the beginning. We've lived together for three years. In our minds, we were married. No better confidant, friend, lover existed. We've seen each other through the worst points of each others lives. I would do anything for her and she would for me. We've also enjoyed the finer moments in each others lives – like today. She was a great mother. She would make a great mother again. Would I though? By her asking, should I take that as an answer that she thinks so? Was now the right time? I was just going to start my teaching career after the summer, would I have time to raise a child? Wait, who was going to have the child? Could I take maternity leave so early into my job? Would she want to have the baby? I kind of like the idea of having her baby. Then there was age. I was twenty years her junior. Is that conducive for starting a family? It shouldn't be a problem. Love breaks barriers and solves all problems. 

I exhaled and stated the only doubt I still had, "Now?"

"When you're ready. You start teaching sweetie; I figure it may be a few years before we begin to start planning."

I shifted my head so I was now face-to-face with Sandy and looked her in the eyes. "You want to make a baby together?"

"Yes, Kate"

"With me?" I asked still in shock.

"With who else? You would make a wonderful mother."

I leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. Her lips were soft and wet and I probed my tongue gently in her mouth. I pulled my tongue out and took her upper lip in my mouth and gave a kiss and a nibble as I pulled my head away to look into her beautiful blue eyes."

"Your place or mine?" I asked the only remaining question as I slid a hand down between our bodies, slid between her bush and began to slowly rub her pussy lips.

"Either place would make a good home." She replied as she snaked her own hand down our bodies and added a finger to my clit and began to pinch. "We'll figure that all out later when we're both ready."

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Three years later (Friday, May 27, 2050; 9pm; ballroom)

It was a surprisingly cool night, but the sky was clear and you could see the stars. The mood inside followed the same theme, "An evening beneath the stars." The ballroom was beautifully decorated; the prom committee had done a fantastic job. The kids began filing in over an hour ago, taking pictures with their dates and friends to commemorate this event, something to look back on, to remember for the rest of their lives. My role was to chaperone, to make sure these kids didn't do anything that they would regret for the rest of their lives, a duty I have shared with my partner for the last three years, acting as Big Brother for Washington High. Most people had finished dinner and began to cluster around tables, chatting or heading back to the photo booth; a few couples began to venture out onto the dance floor as the DJ looked to have just finished setting up.  

Suddenly, my crotch began to vibrate. I reached into my lap and picked up my phone. The text message read "I'm going to need you in the women's bathroom. A couple is having sex in one of the stalls, I need your help."

I left the phone on the table and rushed to the bathroom and began checking stalls. I was like a police officer in the movies, starting at the stall closest to the exit, kicking it open and finding it empty. The second, the third – all empty. I reached the last stall, I stood in front of it and then the door opened on its own. My lover was standing in front of me, alone, with her phone in one hand and something clenched in the other. 

I entered the stall, "A trick to get me alone, huh?"

"No trick, there really will be a couple having sex in this stall and I really do need your help to make that happen," she answered coyly.

"A bathroom quickie on prom night, isn't that kinda cliché?" I asked as I reached up and took her soft face and neck in my hand and planted a kiss on her lips. My left hand slid down her body and grabbed the phone from her right hand and placed it on the toilet paper dispenser, returning my hand to hold hers. I continued to passionately plant kisses on her lips while I reached down with my right hand and grabbed the object in her other hand.

I couldn't make out what it was by touch so broke the kiss and looked down at it.

In our hands was a pregnancy test. I lifted it higher and could now make out the blue plus. A mix of emotions rushed through my head, running the gambit from excited, to relieved, to pride, but could only muster, "What's this?"

"I'm pregnant. We're having a baby. I'm having your baby!" She voiced in a whispered exclamation.

I was overcome with joy. "But, when?" I asked, confused as our next doctor's appointment wasn't until Monday.

"I found out from the doctor today. I also confirmed it myself." She said looking down at the stick. "I thought this would be a fun way to tell you. Getting pregnant on prom night, now we're hitting all the clichés!"

"Clichés are good," I replied as I pulled her head back into me and began to kiss the other mother of our child deeply. I began lapping at her mouth and pulled her whole body into me, our breasts squished together, the smooth material of our dresses not adding too much friction. We kissed as our hands held together, holding the pregnancy test between us.

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Three months before (Friday, February 4, 2050; 6pm; car)

It was a long, quiet car ride home. It was not the relaxed, comfortable quiet that couples who have been together a long time experience, nor was it the heavy tension in the atmosphere kind that you could cut with a knife. Instead, it was a quiet formed out of exhaustion – a mental exhaustion. We were returning from the doctor, confirming yet another failed round of in-vitro fertilization. My left hand was on the steering wheel; my right hand was on Kate's left thigh. I never diverted my eye contact from the road ahead, but occasionally, I would rub my thumb across her outer thigh to indicate what I couldn't say with words. That I loved her, that I was there, and that we would get through this together.

Kate had gotten off to an excellent start at Washington High School. She made an excellent history teacher. She was young, beginning right out of college, so her students could relate to her, yet she also commanded their respect. Kate had been shy in high school, but she really blossomed into her own being in college, and became a true leader and mentor for her kids. I wish I could take credit for that, but all I did was observe the change, the change came from her. She had such a great warm heart and loving aura about her, I knew early on I wanted to have a child with her. 

Kate's first two years teaching were busy, but she finally learned the ropes, managed her lesson plans and felt like she could devote time to planning a family. Last year, we decided to visit the doctor and begin the process of creating a baby. We listened to all the doctor's advice and concerns and options. We decided on in-vitro fertilization. But would we use Kate's eggs and body for delivery because she was the youngest? Would we do one of each so we each felt like we were contributing a part of ourselves to this child?

I drove up our street and pulled into the driveway, slowly bringing the car to a stop. We remained silent as we got out of the car and walked through the front door. We were like two zombies, climbing the stairs to the bedroom. We shed our clothes, not out of necessity but out of habit, and crawled, nude, into bed and pulled the giant white sheet over our bodies as we spooned. 

Last year, we had decided we both wanted to be part of the newborn. We decided to use Kate's younger eggs, fertilize them with sperm we would pick out and insert the embryos into my uterus for me to deliver. Nothing ever goes as smoothly as you plan, however. We went through several cycles of harvesting Kate's eggs, allowing the couple of days for the fertilized eggs to advance to a certain stage and then be implanted in my body. Unfortunately, today we found out that once again, the eggs did not adhere to my uterine wall; I was not pregnant. 

We lay in bed with heavy hearts. The process is quite expensive and we only had the finances (and lets face it, the will power) to proceed with this effort one more time. Should we maintain the course, hoping it was not biology but luck causing problems or should we switch course and use my eggs and Kate's body or some other magical combination? We had a difficult choice to make that night. We spent the evening talking about it before finally coming to a decision and drifting off to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning when I felt Kate stirring, leaving my arms to get up. She sat at the edge of the bed and stretched. Her silhouette would make anyone horny. Long slender legs, a stomach that had gained a few pounds with the stresses of the classroom but still remained toned, small perky breasts and gorgeous black hair falling over her curved, smooth back as she let out a yawn.

She bent over, reaching to pick her panties off the floor. This curved her back in the other direction, exposing the crack of the wonderfully small, tight ass. I stared in awe as she put one leg then the other through her panties, then stood up, getting off the edge of the bed to pull the fabric over her ass, giving it a shake to smooth out the material. She bent over again, providing a full view of her butt, the outline of her pussy just becoming visible. She brought up a white cotton cropped top and pulled it over her head. As the material framed her torso snuggly, her nipples pressed against the fabric revealing themselves. She turned around, and her nipples were staring at me.

My gaze went to her brown eyes and I broke the morning silence. "You're beautiful." 

She leaned over the bed and gave me a long kiss on the lips. She then pulled down the sheet covering my naked body, exposing my breasts, then further down revealing my cavernous belly button, further down still exposing my furry pussy, then my own long shapely legs. "No, you're beautiful."

She kissed me then walked into the adjoining bathroom and shouted, "Can I count on that hot body joining me again this year as a chaperone at the Senior prom? I forgot I need to notify the student committee next week whether I can do it again."

"Three years running, is there no one else or do they really love you that much?" I asked from the bed, staring at my nakedness, running my hand slowly over my breasts and belly.

She poked her head out of the bathroom, "You'll just have to live with the fact that you married a popular teacher," she said, sticking her tongue out at me before sliding back into the bathroom. "Besides I love being there with you. I never went to my own prom, and now I get to share those dances with you."

She was right. I had helped chaperone ever year with Kate and enjoyed them just as much as she did. The students put together a great event year after year. And we never had to hide the fact we were a couple and were comfortable dancing arm in arm at the end of the night, the students and other faculty chaperones not minding at all. My hands continued to explore my body. Kate and I already had to make the difficult choice last night of how to proceed with our last cycle of IVF, but this morning I found myself debating whether I had time for one quick session of self pleasure before getting dressed myself and starting the day with my love.

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Three months later (Friday, May 27, 2050; 11pm; ballroom)

Tyrone Wells' "The Time of Our Lives" started blaring out of the speakers. Couples gathered on the wooden floor for the final dance. This was going to be the last dance for some of them, losing touch as college and careers caused them to part ways. I grabbed Sandy's hand and walked her out to the dance floor, knowing this was just the beginning of our lives, a new baby on the way. I put my hands around her waist and she draped hers around my neck as we rocked back and forth to the music. 

The three and a half minutes of the song felt like an eternity. I had a lot to absorb. Over the next week, I would be saying my official goodbyes to my Seniors. Hopefully teaching history would not mean I would become apart of it. I hoped that they would keep in touch; come back in a few years, enter my classroom and catch me up on all the wonderful things they have accomplished. 

I stared into Sandy's blue marbled eyes and thought of the future we have together. It made me think of how we had gotten here. I owed Sandy everything. I felt lost, unloved, forgotten by my own parents. I remember the fateful night where I was at Sandy's house ready to enjoy a nice meal but needed to use her computer and noticed the search history. That is when I knew we both felt the same way about each other. I was too nervous to broach the subject that night, instead I rushed home and sat in my room, pulling up the erotic story I had seen earlier on my own computer and sat in my computer chair, naked, legs spread wide. As I read each paragraph, my hands explored every part of my body. For the first two paragraphs, my hands stroked my shaved legs, up and down, up and down, softly caressing with the tips of my fingers, barely touching the skin, just teasing. The next two paragraphs, my hands ran across my belly, my waist, my arms, my shoulders. The story began to heat up and I moved my hands to my breasts, pulling at the small globes, pinching at my nipples until they stood erect, protruding a half inch from my small peaks. The story neared its climax and so did I, my hands wandered to my pussy. My left index finger toyed with my clit, as my right hand inserted two fingers into my pussy, squirming and curling, scraping my pussy, collecting my juices, making me cum. I had masturbated before, but never had sex. I had fantasies of women before too, but only of the stories I had read, but never had anyone real in mind. That night I had Sandy in mind and knew I was in love. The next day we confirmed it.

I got wet thinking about that moment (as well as memories of our earlier rendezvous in the girls room), with my lover in my arms as we danced at prom. It was a picture-perfect moment.

My parents were not accepting of my lifestyle, but I did not miss much when I walked out of their house. It was just a house. I had a home to go to. A home with Sandy and now we were starting a family. I loved this woman. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against her cheek and savored the moment.

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Three weeks earlier (Monday, May 9, 2050; 4pm; hospital)

This was it. Our last attempt. We made our decision, no turning back now. No doubts, only hope. Had to stay positive. Although it was an outpatient process, it was definitely an intrusive procedure, but I had the love of my life there next to me holding my hand.

The ultrasound image allowed the doctor to locate my ovary and a long needle began to collect my eggs. I gave my spouse's hand a squeeze, not so much out of pain but as a means of sign language, that this time it was going to work.  

Later the fertility specialists would be combining my eggs with the sperm we had selected (from a donor who had traits and characteristics that we thought would embody our future child well). Thinking of the best possible outcome, we scheduled our next appointment for later that week and left the hospital with optimism.

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Three weeks later (Friday, May 27, 2050; 11pm; ballroom)

As we danced, Kate pressed her head against my cheek and closed her eyes. I pulled her closer to me. I loved this woman. Before I met Kate, the previous eight years of my life were devoted to my son, Jeff. My husband had cheated and I kicked him to the curb. All my attention was making sure Jeff grew up well adjusted. He turned out wonderful. He had a great career ahead of him, studying archaeology at Berkeley. I was one proud mama. When Kate entered my life, my heart had room for both of them. They were friends and Jeff was so encouraging, just wanting to see me happy. What a son. 

When he died, I was heartbroken, but Kate was there every step of the way. She filled the holes in my heart and dried my tears. I missed my son, but when I asked her to have a baby, it wasn't to replace Jeff, it was to mark the next stage of my life with this woman. I wanted a part of her, and just being with her wasn't enough, I wanted her child. 

I married young and had Jeff at the age of twenty. My husband was my first sexual partner, but not my first romantic interest. I had kissed a few girls in college, and knew I liked it. When hubbie cheated and we split up, I thought I would never trust again. Then a beautiful girl showed up with an innocent heart that taught me how to love again. I still remember the first time she was at my house for Jeff's graduation party. She was the sweetest thing, shy yet curious and interested in hanging out with me. Later that day, she was curled up on my couch, with her head resting in my lap; I combed my fingers through her hair and massaged her head. I knew it then: I loved her. She completed her first year of college then moved in with me. We were married at heart, but not legally, although Kate did legally change her last name, taking mine: Johnson. To complete our family, we just needed a baby and now at last, it was on its way.




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I let my hands fall from her neck, slid down her back and I cupped her ass in my hands, trying to be discreet in the dark ballroom. I gave her ass another squeeze, then slid my hands back up and we danced waist-to-waist as the song came to its conclusion.

"I can't wait to get you home," I whispered in her ear.

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Two weeks earlier (Friday, May 13, 2050; 3pm; hospital)

The week was a long one. Two lovers not making love, we spent our nights curled up in an embrace or spooning. After today, I definitely could not have an orgasm for fear of implantation disruption and my better half showed support by telling me there would be no fun for her if I couldn't join in. 

I was lying flat on my back, my lovers hand in mine. We had an hour to wait. The fertilized eggs had been inserted into my uterus and I would ease back into life, definitely no rough activity until successful pregnancy had been confirmed. We faced several disappointments before, but this time things were going to be different.

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Two weeks later (Friday, May 27, 2050; 9:15pm; ballroom bathroom)

The pregnancy test in our hands fell to the ground. I broke the kiss to pick it up (not a good thing for another chaperone to find with a bunch of high-schoolers around) and placed it next to the phone. We repositioned ourselves so that we were slightly more comfortable. We were both wearing spaghetti strap dresses. I slid one of her straps off one shoulder and watched the dress sling half-hazardly, exposing a black bra. I slid the other strap off, watching the dress fall. I caught it at her waist, cinching it in place, so it would not fall onto the floor. 

Turned on by the fact that anyone could walk in at any time, I ran my hands up Sandy's back, from her butt crack to her bra strap, my hands traversing her back, playing her spine like a harp, not plucking a string, but instead gliding over, each vertebrae eliciting a different tone and moan of excitement from my lovers mouth. When my fingers reached the bra strap, I brought my hand to her front, cupping her breast and yanking the bra down, exposing one of her bulging tits. I reached down and took a mouthful, swirling my tongue around the nipple, making it excited and ready to use as a drinking straw as I suckled.

Sandy's own hands had been exploring my dress and finally began to slide the straps off my shoulders and cinched it at my waist. I was not wearing a bra, and my nipples were already hard and begging to be touched by her flicking fingers. As soon as the first finger touched my nipple, I let out a yelp as shivers ran down my body. Breast play was not going to be enough and we both needed to get off quickly. We bunched up the dresses to our waists and began dipping a hand into each other's panties. My hand was soaked instantly, as was hers. We had not had sex in weeks based on doctor's orders, only to be released from ecstasy prison once pregnancy was confirmed. I slid three fingers across her slit, putting pressure on her clit and pussy, not quite entering her hole. Sandy did the same to me. We kept raising the ante on each other, adding more and more pressure with our hands until I felt spasms beneath my palm. I joined at the same time. Clenching, releasing, wetness expanding, orgasms exploding, breaths gasping, nostrils flaring, backs arching, pleasure achieving. We came and used each other for support in the cramped space. I pulled my hand from her panties and sucked her juices from my hand. Sandy followed suit. I could taste her all day and was happy to have her pussy to taste for the rest of my life. We did our best to clean up, gain composure, straighten our dresses and we left the bathroom to go dance.

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Earlier that day (Friday, May 27, 2050; 12:30pm; home)

I woke up yesterday a bit nauseous. I went in to work for half a day, but then snuck off to the doctor. I took today off as well, as I was waiting to call the doctor's office for the test results. I felt guilty not telling my love about this, but three heartaches preceding us, I didn't want to get her excited just to find out the answer was no. I couldn't stand the wait, so I took a morning errand to the drugstore and bought my own pregnancy test. Who knows if it would work, but I needed something to occupy my time. I opened the box in the bathroom and pulled down my pants. It took me awhile to get some urine going, but finally I calmed enough to let it go. I let the test do its thing; I pulled my pants back up and left the bathroom, pacing the bedroom in front of the mirror. I caught a glimpse of my image and scared the shit out of myself. So covert was this operation that I was trying to hide it even from my reflection.

I picked up the cordless phone, dialed the doctor's office and then I ducked back into the bathroom. I picked up the home test and closed my eyes. I heard the phone dialing: once, twice. 

"Hello."

"I'm calling about my test results."

"Name?"

"Johnson."

"Let me check."

There was a pregnant pause on the line. I took a giant breath and exhaled. I opened my eyes and looked at the pregnancy test. I saw the blue plus sign. I shouted back into the phone just as the nurse returned to the line, "I'm pregnant!"

"You're pre---yes, congratulations, the procedure was successful."

I hung up and began jumping around the room. I took the phone and began dialing the number for my partner to tell her. I entered the sixth digit then hung up. No, there had to be a better way. I wouldn't be there with her to celebrate. Plus, how much could she celebrate at work. No, I would have to find a better way to let her know. Prom! I would see her later tonight at prom! Perfect. I could find a private moment and we could celebrate together. I no longer felt guilty, and was so excited again. Soon I would no longer be the only one who knew this information. I was pregnant; we were going to have a baby!

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Later that night (Saturday, May 28, 2050; 12:01am; home)

We made it home in record time, late at night there was no traffic and I was well over the speed limit. It finally happened, we successfully got pregnant and now we were clear to have sex. Our earlier escapade in the washroom only wetted our appetite and I wanted to catch up, giving me and Kate orgasm after orgasm. Like track and field superstars, we climbed the stairs in three leaps, and stripped from our clothes in urgency. My breasts were already heaving, nipples hard and sensitive in anticipation, my pussy glistening with moisture. 

Kate was immediately behind me. I turned around at the edge of the bed. Kate leapt into the air, her tits bouncing. I caught her mid-air, her long legs curled around my ass, her bush meeting mine as she rocked her pussy into mine, our lips touched. We kissed and I fell back onto the bed. She continued to straddle me. Our lips and tongue wrestled as our pussies humped each other and our hands explored each others tits. 

We were both breathing heavily and panting. Her hips continued unrelentingly rocking. Both our clits were being stimulated and I felt the rush of vaginal juices soak my bush as Kate came for the second time that night. The room filled with the smell of our sex as I rocked my clit back against her quivering and climaxing body and soon joined her, releasing my own juices. It felt so good to fuck my partner again.

I flipped over and slid down, determined to taste Kate's hot juices and cover my face with them as much as possible. My hands toyed with her tits above me as my tongue started attacking her pussy as if I hadn't feasted in, well, weeks! My tongue avoided her clit, instead dipping into her pussy, trying to extract every last drop from her walls. She tasted so good, I wanted to bottle it. I tugged at her nipples, pulling them tight as my tongue probed deeper, twirling around flicking at her walls, pushing deeper, causing my nose to press against her clit. I breathed from my nose, causing hot and cold air to hit her clit. This sent her crazy. She started pulling at my hair, pushing my head deeper onto her cunt. She was screaming and begging for me to make her come. I kept licking with my tongue at her pussy. Her waist lifted off the bed. She kept squirming as her body kept tightening. I looked at her pussy and ass as her whole groin spasmed and released its nectar. She was screaming in pleasure as an orgasm rocked her for a good twenty seconds. I watched her in ecstasy and let her recover, lying on top of her and now kissing her eyelids.

"That felt so good," she cooed. I began kissing her face and neck. I realized she had recovered when I felt two fingers dip into my pussy. There was no slow fuck, but an urgency to her movements. I started sucking on her tongue with sloppy wet kisses as I lay on top of her as her fingers curled inside me. She thrust them hard, slapping her fingers, her palm hitting my cunt. I thrust my hips down with each upward thrust of her fingers. Thirty seconds and I was trying to slap her hand away from my cunt. I was so sensitive. She added a thumb to toy with my clit and I burst with my own orgasm, coating my pussy as I began to slowly rock on top of her thigh.

I lost my breath and needed a break. I rolled next to her and we began to passionately kiss. Although my breathing was still heavy, I was starting to recover. Kate got off the bed and went to our toy drawer in the night stand and she pulled out a strap-on.

"The only question," she raised, "is who's going to wear it first?"

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Nine months later (Tuesday, February 14, 2051; 6am; hospital)

Labored breathing filled the air. Soon our newborn son would be joining us. We had long ago decided on a name: Jacob Jeffrey Johnson. We would call him JJ. I held her hand as the doctor commanded that she push. This is the moment we had been trying so hard for so long to achieve.  

Life had been a celebration since prom. I developed a preggo-fetish. Really, it was just a fetish for this woman. We would make passionate love. I adored her growing belly. I would rub cocoa butter on it at night before bed, just an excuse to keep stroking it and playing with her growing, sensitive breasts.

Then last night, her water broke. We rushed to the hospital. Now several hours into labor, everything was going to be complete. Perfect. A happy ending to our family story. We had overcome the odds; we bet on love and won.

"Push. Push," ordered the doctors.

The world became a blur. Sounds and bright lights.

Tears of joy.

A head crowning.

Then there was wailing.

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Nine months earlier (Saturday, May 28, 2050; 2am; home)

I was warm all over, barely able to support myself on all fours, ready to collapse. Her hands were on my waists rapidly pulling my quivering tight pussy onto her rubber cock. My body began to convulse, my vaginal walls began to spasm, juices began to flow.

As I reached the peak of my orgasm, the thrusts of the cock inside me began to pick up pace and I shouted as I came, "Put a baby inside me!"

I felt her pull out. She ripped off her strap-on dildo and began to quickly rub her fingers over her swollen clit; Lady Macbeth couldn't match the feverish rubbing of her hands. Within two seconds, I felt her shake the bed, use my back for support and climax, jetting bursts of come as she exclaimed, "Momma's got good eggs!"

We collapsed side-by-side, panting, sweaty, sticky, sexy, glowing...and laughing at our comments. It was a long journey, with a happy ending we were not expecting to ever reach, but we finally got there. 

I pulled her close into my arms in a tight embrace, "I am so happy."

She laid her head to rest on my breasts and put her hand on my belly baby bump and gave it a rub, "I love you."

"I love you too."

We both looked over to the dresser where we kept a picture of Jeff. We fell asleep in that position. Content. In love. A family.

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Some time in the Future

It was a warm Spring day. A beautiful day for a stroll through the ballpark. A mother and son walked hand-in-hand down the warning track out into the lush grass of the outfield at Wrigley.

JJ gave her hand a squeeze, "Tell the story."

"Again?"

"Yeah, mom"

"The first time my feet touched this grass and dirt it was Mother's Day..." She began relaying the story of the original tradition of Jeff and Sandy, and then of Jeff and Kate arranging a surprise for Mother's Day. She told the story of being a family, the tragedy of a loss and the joy of a birth. So much to tell. A tear fell down the side of her face as she told it.

JJ asked, "You loved them both, didn't you?"

"Of course I did; I love you just as much," the woman answered.

The son asked another question, "Can we go see them?"

"Yeah, we'll go to Arizona this summer and see them both," said the mother.

And they walked towards home, the sun shining bright above them.

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This story is stand-alone, but you can learn more about Sandy, Kate and Jeff from the first three parts of 'True Baseball Love' (Graduation day 2047 above expands on the end of part III, plus additional in-text allusions to other parts). This is not a futuristic tale, generic dates were provided to be able to better follow time jumps. Feedback welcome. Sorry for the long wait; this chapter has been a struggle but a pleasure to write, and how I imagined it ending. Unless I hear otherwise, this may be the concluding chapter of this family. Apologies ahead of time to those who require everything wrapped up neatly (nothing open-ended) by the end of their stories. If this is the case, we can discuss in comments or by mail who we think hidden identities were. Thanks for reading and following this tale.