****** Spring Season by G-boy ******
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Spring Season


Lindy Carter was nervous. The small brunette sat in the dugout with her
teammates and waited for her turn at bat. On the field, Saint Angela's Angels
were setting up a terrific roar as they struck out the second Asbury Avenger.
On second base, Cindy Potter, the pretty blonde sixteen year old prepared to
steal third base, as soon as the pitcher was distracted enough. It was the
first game of the season, and Lindy's parents sat in the bleachers, next to
Cathy Villeauz and Captain Sam, Cindy's mother and stepfather.

"Cutter! You're up!" Coach Smith bellowed.

Lindy grabbed her favorite bat, a stout piece of wood, and trotted out to Home.
Over the sporadic cheers, she heard her father's booming voice, "Atta girl,
Lindy!"

The pitcher and catcher, along with many other Angels smirked when the
diminutive girl stepped up to plate. She squared off and steeled herself.

"Need a box to stand on?" the catcher jeered.

"Ball one!" the umpire called out.

Because the four foot ten inch girl hunkered down, her strike zone was very
low. Two more Balls whistled by before the pitcher managed to hurl one low
enough. With a solid crack. Lindy sent the ball over the back field fence, and
the Avengers had two points on the board. In the dugout, Cindy and Muriyito
Asahi, a pretty Japanese student, hugged the still nervous girl. Even Coach
nodded approval, as she watched Janelle, a pretty African American girl, go
down swinging.

With that, the Avengers took the field. The Angels smirked and pointed as Lindy
stepped up on the mound. They seemed to have forgotten her recent homer, as a
large Angel stepped up to the plate. Danni, squatting down behind Home,
signalled for a fast curve, and Lindy whipped her arm around. The girl standing
at bat saw a brief white blur and heard the crack of Danni's glove.

"Strike one!" the ump called out.

Same signal, same response. The girl stepped back slightly and anticipated
another low curve. Danni's middle finger wiggled, and Lindy smiled. The signal
was one they referred to as 'fuck her fast and hard.' She hurled the third
pitch straight for Danni's glove and the girl swung at air. The next girl, tall
and lanky, face a mass of pimples, strode out to bat, and Danni pointed to the
ground, rapidly. Lindy whipped a low fast ball, just above the girl's knees.
She slumped a little lower as Lindy prepared to throw her next pitch. The 'fuck
her fast and hard' came and the girl popped it straight up. Danni got
underneath it, and the second batter walked off the field. The third Angel went
down without swinging her bat once, and the Avengers trotted off the field.

"God damn, where'd that shit come from?" the tall girl with the pimples asked
her friends.

Lindy was less nervous now, somewhat jubilant, actuially. But, she did wish for
a speedy end to this game. Her sports bra, bought at Coach Smith's insistence,
crushed her thirty eight D breasts, and the wid straps itched terribly. Her
left leg throbbed, also. She had recovered from gunshot wounds, one of which
had nicked her spinal column, and she was lucky to be walking at all. But Coach
Smith had insisted that Lindy run with the rest of her girls, and if she
finished last, Coach made her run another two hundred yards. And, any girl that
fell behind Lindy had to run the extra two hundred yards. She had to admit,
though, it was helping. She could actually run now, and without much of a
noticable limp. Muriyito trotted out to bat, and Lindy admired the girl's
slender, boyish frame. Almost completely flat chested, with very little flare
to her hips, she looked like a ten year old, rather than fifteen. Her parents
and Cindy's family, called out encouragement to their daughters' friend, and
she managed a single base hit. Michelle, a fat Junior strode out to bat and
burned a grounder that barely got Muriyito to second base before the ball.

"God damn, I'm going to have to put that fat cow behind someone else," Coach
Smith muttered.

None of the girls dared to laugh at Coach Smith's declaration, even though it
was funny, because Coach Smith herself was a very large woman. Bonita went down
swinging, and Coach sent Sabrina, a tall African American out. The first three
pitches were Balls, and she popped a bounding three base hit to right field.
Danni stepped up and squared off. She swung and missed the first pitch, then
stepped back. As soon as the catcher lazily lobbed the ball to the pitcher,
Sabrina sprinted for Home. The astonished pitcher quickly hurled the ball back,
but Sabrina dove and slid safe.

Lindy pitched a shut out game, and the Avengers put ten points on the board.
The Mother Superior and the St. Angela's Angels draciously stepped out of the
dugout to congratulate the Asbury Avengers. Mother Superior stepped up to Lindy
and towered over her.

"You're the little girl that was shot?" she asked gruffly.

"Yes, ma'am," she said.

"I said two novenas for you," the Mother Superior smiled. "Had I known that you
would come along and beat my girls, I would have said only one."

"Thank you, Sister. I know it was all of the prayers that saved my life," Lindy
said and stuck out her hand.

The Mother Superior enveloped the small girl in a warm embrace, and kissed the
top of her head.

"You are a precious miracle of God, child. And, you play a wonderful game," she
whispered.

She released the surprised girl, and shook Coach Smith's hand with a
surprisingly firm handshake. The girls milled off the field and hit their
individual locker rooms.

"All of you, in the showers!" Coach Smith bellowed. "I'm not sitting on a bus
with twenty smelly girls."

"The water's cold!" Cindy squealed.

"Need to warm up? Walk home," Coach bellowed. "Oh, and girls? Good game out
there."

"Good? That was unbelievable!" Danni hissed to Muriyito as she scrubbed her
short blonde hair.

Muriyito shivered under the cold spray as she soaped herself up and quickly
rinsed off. The water was so cold that her quarter sized nipples puckered and
hardened to dime sized pebbles. Her puffy cunt lips that peeked out from her
hairless slit contracted, and she quickly swabbed herself clean, then wrapped
herself in a towel. Danni rinsed her full bush of dark brown pubic hair, and
stepped out of the icy spray. Many of the girls laughed at Lindy's anguished
screams as the cold water splashed over her. Cindy, now safely wrapped in her
towel, laughed and watched her lover try to hurriedly wash off. The short
girl's thirty eight D breasts jiggled, and her thirty seven inch hips rocked
and swayed as she tried to get all of her body wet, soaped and rinsed at the
same time. Her twenty one inch waist made her severe hourglass figure look as
if someone had pinched her in half and the two halves forgot to grow back
together. Cindy felt her own nipples harden, and her smooth shaved pussy get
moist as she watched her lover frantically shower. Her own thirty six C
breasts, while a very nice handful, and her thirty four inch hips, which flared
into long tanned legs attracted a great deal of male attention, but Lindy's big
breasts and round ass turned a lot more heads. Muriyito sat down and shivered
as she tried to pull her socks onto her still wet feet. Cindy turned and smiled
to her one time rival for Lindy's affections.

"Hey, Murry, me and Lindy are going out to Baylor Lake this weekend, want to
come along?" she invited.

She had never been attracted to other girls until Lindy came into her life, and
she and Lindy had been exclusive with each other. They both had boyfriends, and
enjoyed a healthy sex life with them. Then, Lindy had slept with this small,
shy Japanese girl that could barely speak English, and Cindy had been crushed.
They soon made up, and now Murry spent some nights with Lindy, some nights with
Cindy, but more nights with the both American girls together, tied in a lesbian
threesome.

"I see if I can," Murry eagerly agreed. "Adam be there?"

"I don't think so," Cindy smiled. "Just us girls."

Adam was Cindy's older brother. Murry had a not very secret crush on the tall
brunette, with his blue eyes and curly brown hair. Very few people knew it, but
Adam was gay, had a male lover. She couldn't blame Murry, though. With his tall
and muscular frame and dimpled smile, if he wasn't her brother, she'd probably
be infatuated with him as well.

"God, girls, that was a great game," Jake boomed as he hugged his daughter and
her two friends.

"Really, baby, when you knocked that one out of the park, I thought all those
poor girls were going to have heart attacks," Captain Sam laughed as he hugged
Lindy. "And, you, stealing second and third before they knew what hit them!
Unbelievable!"

"Thanks, Dad," Cindy said as she hugged her stepfather.

"Murry, are your parents here?" Cathy asked Muriyito.

"No, they are at the work," Murry shook her head sadly.

"Don't worry, I've got the whole thing on tape," Jake said, and held up his
camcorder.

"How about dinner? At Pop's?" Captain Sam said. "My treat."

"Only if you let me buy the next victory dinner," Jake argued.

The next day at Asbury, the girls softball team was given a hero's welcome.
Lindy was somewhat befuddled by all of the attention. All of her life she'd
been the school pariah. That was, until seventh grade. Then, a beautiful Cindy
Potter invited the short fat kid with the frizzy hair and thick glasses to her
twelfth birthday party. The fact that Cindy had invited the entire seventh
grade had not mattered to Belinda Carter. She felt special, because a much
respected and admired classmate had shown her some kindness. When Jake Carter
moved his family to Arizona, Belinda stepped out into the dry Arizona heat, and
determined to change. Eighty two pounds lighter, makeup and hairstyling tips
from her beautiful, petite mother, and contact lenses to replace the thick
glasses, Lindy was gorgeous. But, girls shunned the beauty, and boys were
intimidated by her. Her pale round face and large dark eyes peered out from
under cascading waves of dark hair. When Jake moved his family back to
Louisiana, Belinda was thrilled to see Cindy in her first period History class.
She'd secretly been in love with Cindy for the last five years, and with
pounding heart, approached Cindy. By that first Friday night, the two were
lovers.

She'd only joined the softball team because Cindy wanted to join, and had
practiced with her father's construction crew. Two weeks later, at tryouts, a
reluctant Coach Smith allowed the small girl to try out for the position of
catcher, and watched in amazement as Lindy's returns burned the other girls'
gloves. She yanked the girl up to the mound and watched as Lindy fired strike
after strike. She was the Avengers' starting pitcher by the end of the
afternoon. Coach Smith worked with her and taught her some different styles of
pitching, but most of it was just natural talent.

Whereas before, her social circle had been limited to Cindy and their mutual
friends, now the entire student body wanted her attention, her opinions. Before
first bell rang, Lindy went and hid in the bathroom. Her heart wouldn't stop
pounding. The crush of people made her so nervous.

On the practice field, she noticed the spectators, normally limited to the
bored younger siblings of fellow teammates and a few boys ogling them as they
practiced in their shorts and tee shirts, was now swelling. Even Coach Shedley,
the boy's coach, who had a friendly rivalry with his female counterpart,
watched as Lindy fired a few practice pitches into Danni's waiting glove.

"You clocked her?" Coach Shedley asked Coach Smith.

"With what? You've got the gun," Smith grumbled.

"Wait right here," Shedley said, and nodded Adam Potter over.

He and Adam went and got the scope and radar scanner and set it up. The girls
all stood around and watched. Cindy laughed and pinched Lindy's buttock.

"They're going to clock you!" she proudly said.

"They're going to what?" Lindy asked.

She'd never really been all that interested in sports before, and had no idea
what they were going to clock. How long it took to strike a batter out? That
relied on a lot of things, how fast Danni returned the pitch, how long the
batter took in getting into place.

"How fast you pitch," Bonita said. "God, Lindy! Don't you know anything?"

"Yeah, throw the ball, hit the ball, catch the ball," Lindy snapped. "What else
is there?"

She really didn't know much more than that. But, both coaches nodded and Smith
signalled to Lindy to do the 'fuck her fast and hard.' Lindy whipped the ball
to Danni. The entire team watched as the coaches looked at the results. Smith
and Shedley both broke wide grins. Coach Shedley grabbed a baseball from Adam,
and both Coaches walked out to the mound.

"Eighty three!" Smith crowed.

"Is that fast?" Lindy asked.

"Young lady, I've got men on my team can't do that," Coach Shedley laughed.
"Here, I want to see you whip this one in there."

Lindy took the smaller baseball and looked at it. Her tiny hand fit easier
around it.

"Do another 'fhfh' pitch," Smith ordered, and both coaches trotted over to the
scope.

"Fhfh?" Shedley asked.

"Fuck her fast and hard, but I'm not supposed to know that," Smith laughed.
"That's what the girls call Lindy's fast ball."

Lindy and Danni did a few practice pitches so that they could get used to the
smaller ball, then Lindy whipped the ball out. Ninety one. Coach Smith
signalled for a low curve, and Coach Shedley watched Lindy's arm whip out to
the side. The whirling ball cut an arc around and smacked into Danni's glove
loudly. Eighty six.

"God damn! How's anyone hit that?" Shedley asked.

"They don't," Smith bragged. "When I want the girls to practice their batting,
I put Kay out there"

"Let me borrow her for thirty minutes," Shedley begged. "The girls can practice
their batting."

Lindy had to trot to keep up with Coach Shedley's long legged stride. She felt
underdressed as she approached the boys' field. Her shorts, fine for around the
girls, rode high on her ample buttocks, and, despite Coach Smith's orders, she
wasn't wearing that damned sports bra. She'd lied and said it wasn't clean. She
knew that in the right light, the boys would be able to see her pale pink bra
through the thin material of her tee shirt.

Cordell Wilson, Danni's black boyfriend, wasn't pleased when Coach pulled him
off the mound, and Lindy, who stood a full one and a half feet under him,
stepped up onto the mound.

"God damn," Bobby Bordelon, an arrogant senior, not very athletic or academic
in nature, barely meeting the exceedingly high standards of Asbury High School,
scoffed. "When Smith tells her to haul ass, she has to make two trips."

"Fuck off, Bordelon," Adam Potter snarled.

He watched as Paul Robertson, in full catcher's gear, and Lindy threw the ball
back and forth, getting a rhythm. He and Paul were lovers, but, they hadn't
been together in quite a few weeks. Whenever he approached Paul, the tall
blonde athlete always seemed to have other plans. He sadly admitted that the
illicit affair was probably over. But, he didn't feel that sad. To keep his
homosexuality under wraps, he participated in the open ogling of the girl
cheerleaders, and the girls' softball team, along with his teammates. But,
lately, he'd been noticing more and more just how pretty and sexy some of the
girls were. Especially the small, sweet Lindy. And, since she was over at their
house so often, he got to ogle her freely. Maybe he was bisexual. Maybe his
homosexuality was just a phase. At any rate, he didn't like Bobby Bordelon, and
certainly didn't like him mocking Lindy. He watched as her shorts rode up
higher, and a slice of pink satin shone out at him. He imagined for a brief
second, running his hands over that ample rump, tonguing it, and prying the
cheeks apart to plunge..

"Potter! Get your head out of your ass!" Shedley was yelling at him.

He grabbed a bat and ran out to Home plate.

"And, I don't want you going easy on her just because she's a girl," Shedley
ordered. "Okay, Lindy, give him the fh special!"

A blur shot by, and Adam looked, open mouthed. Another blur whistled past, and
Paul, along with a few other teammates chortled. Lindy smiled sympathetically
and whipped a low curve. Adam swung with all of his might, and heard the ball
crack into Paul's glove. Lindy looked around the field. Where the boys
practiced was shaded by the school's buildings. The girls had to practice in
direct sunlight, which blinded them most of the time. Cordell stepped up and
made a play of pointing to right outfield. Even Lindy recognized the Babe
Ruth's historic home run move, and laughed out loud. She whipped a low curve at
his knees, and Cordell tried valiantly to smack it out of the park. Paul lazily
tossed the ball back to Lindy. A lofting slow ball dropped just before Cordell
swung, and Paul laughed out loud.

"Mother fucker, you try to hit that shit," Cordell barked.

"Ninety five!" Coach yelled out as Lindy's fhfh whistled past and Cordell stood
still.

"She threw?" he mock asked.

"Ninety five!" Coach repeated. "Williams, you ain't never broke ninety!"

Cordell smiled broadly.

"Yeah, well, I ain't got them big muscles on my chest like she's got," he said
easily.

The boys laughed, and Lindy blushed furiously. She knew her breasts were large,
and she self-conciously folded her left arm over them. Adam frowned at his
teammates.

"Step aside, boy," Bobby sneered as he walked to the plate. "Let me show you
how a man bats."

"Boy? Mother fucker, I take your ass in the locker room, show you a boy!"
Cordell snapped.

Lindy didn't like Bobby; had rankled under his crudities during the one double
date he'd had with Cindy and her and her boyfriend, Brian Jacobson. Her father
and his were friendly business rivals in the construction field, and she didn't
like his brash, loud father either. She reared back, and even though she
realized she was exposing ample buttock and panty, gleefully hurled three rapid
strikes in a row.

Adam managed to catch a corner of her lofting slow ball, and Paul got
underneath it and caught it. Coach Shedley waved her in and thanked her for
teaching his boys a lesson in humility.

"Oh, that's okay," she smiled, glad to be off the field.

She turned to return to the harsh glare of the girls' side, then stopped.

"Coach Shedley?" she asked in her soft voice.

"Yeah, Honey?" he smiled.

"How come you get the nice field and we got to play on the other one?" she
asked.

He frowned deeply. Was this girl being stupid or something?

"Because we're the boys," he finally snapped.

"Well, I don't think it's fair," she declared. "We got to play in the sun, and
y'all don't."

"Oh? And, what do you think we ought to do about that?" he barked.

"I think the girls ought to have this one," Lindy said.

"Get out of here, Cutter," Coach bellowed.

"I tell you what, we beat you at a softball game, we get this field," Lindy
challenged.

"What?" Coach Shedley laughed out loud. "Get out of here, Cotter."

"Chicken?" she challenged.

"Okay, and what do we get if we win?" he smirked.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Smith, down on her knees, kissing my ass," Shedley barked.

"Okay, Monday afternoon, three thirty," Lindy bravely said.

Adam watched as Lindy trotted away. He'd never noticed before just how cute she
really was. Beautiful, actually. He heard Coach callng his name and he pulled
his eyes from her jiggling buttocks.

"You did what?" Coach Smith screamed at the cowering girl.

"You should see their field. It's all shaded and the outfield's not all full of
holes," Lindy said.

"Shedley, forget about it," Smith said over their shared desk.

"Chicken?" Shedley smirked.

"No, I just don't want to do this stupid bet," Smith said.

Shedley made chicken noises. Smith ignored him and filled out a detention slip
for Belinda Carter. She'd think of the reason later. Probably on-campus
gambling. After ten minutes of silent simmering, she tore up the detention slip
and glared at Coach Shedley.

"Fine. Monday. And, I want you to kiss my ass if we win. And, I get the side
away from the door," she snapped.

The two coaches shook hands.

"Did I tell you? She broke ninety five," Shedley said.

"No shit?" Snith exclaimed.

"You put her in for a scholarship?" Shedley asked.

"How could I? This is the first year Carter's played," Smith said.

"What about her last school?"

"Nope, never even seen a softball until a month ago," Smith bragged.

"You did what?" Cindy laughed.

"Challenged the boys to a softball game," Lindy giggled.

"We're going to cream you," Adam said from the doorway.

"Get out of here, Adam!" Cindy screamed. "We're changing!"

Adam looked at the girls in their various stages of undress. Lindy calmly
turned her back to his gaze, clad in only her pink underwear. Danni stood,
brazenly displaying her hairy body to him. His sister was already in her black
swimsuit.

"What the hell's it matter?" Danni said. "We don't have the right plumbing
anyway."

"Don't leave the door open if you don't want people to see," Adam said, and
walked off.

Danni's comment cut him. He wondered at Cordell's taste in women. Danni's face
was cute enough, but all that hair! Had the girl never heard of a razor blade?
Her pussy hair alone spread out from her navel to her hips to her upper thighs.
For himself, he kept his pubic region closely cropped, balls and anus shaved
smooth. Lindy's light pink panties were translucent, and Adam had seen that her
pubic hair was trimmed to just a thin strip. When she'd turned her back to him,
he'd observed the deep cleft of her buttocks, and felt his cock stir at the
sight. He went to his bathroom and locked the door. He pulled his seven inch
throbbing erection out of his boxers and slowly stroked it while imagining her
tiny hand around the thickness, her small mouth kissing it, her tight pussy,
and then her anus opening to receive it. He shot his load into the palm of his
hand and licked his hand clean. He wondered where Paul was, and why the boy was
'too busy' to be with him.

Paul was on his knees, one large black cock slamming into his clutching bowels,
while another slapped noisily in and out of his mouth. The bus station bathroom
was filthy and that's what Paul felt like; a filthy little pussy. He'd
remembered the one time when he was a little boy of seven and had been allowed
to visit his grandmother in New Orleans. He'd walked into the bathroom and
watched, transfixed, as two men thrust into a third man's rump. When Adam had
fucked his ass for the first time, that repressed memory came flooding back.
He'd resisted the urge to go to the bus station for the first four months of
his relationship with Adam, but couldn't resist any longer. His first afternoon
there, he'd been approached by a well dressed business man and had made twenty
five dollars. That first day, all told, he'd made two hundred dollars. The
money didn't excite him as much as the knowledge that, at any minute, someone
could walk in and report it to the police. He wasn't stupid; he knew it was a
dangerous game he was playing with his life. Any one of these nameless cocks
could have AIDS, or might kill him for his money. He'd stopped all sexual
contact with Adam the first day; he didn't want to endanger his first lover.
The one thrusting in and out of his ass grunted and stiffened, and Paul felt
the thick hot spurts shoot deep into his intestines. The man stuffing his
sucking mouth pulled out and unleashed a torrent of his sperm around Paul's
face. The man pulled out of his ass and roughly used Paul's shirt tail to clean
his dick.

"Thanks, cunt," they both laughed and left the bathroom.

Paul pulled his pants up and waited for the next possible customer. He wiped
his hand across his face and licked the man's juices off of his fingers. He
didn't have long to wait. A nervous looking man in a business suit came in and
looked around. Thus began the usual small talk, a price was set, and Paul
eagerly lapped at the man's small cock. While his lips tugged the semen from
the short lived erection, another man walked in and patiently waited his turn.

Adam watched from his bedroom window as the three friends froliced and cavorted
around in the large swimming pool. Lindy's pale skin was emphasised by her
skimpy black bikini. He smirked at Danni's white thong bathing suit. Even from
here, he could plainly see her abundance of hair. Cindy got little more than a
flickering glance from him. When Lindy got out of the pool, Adam watched as she
quickly pulled her top down to adjust it. Her large breasts were exposed to his
view, and he groaned as her large dark nipples winked up at him. He had to lock
himself in his bathroom again.

Adam barely looked at Paul, who was walking slightly stilted the next morning.
Paul's insides burned. He'd managed to talk these two construction workers into
both fucking him at the same time, and his anus still ached from the double
thrusts that stretched him wide. He smiled tightly at Adam, and sat down
gingerly. When Lindy walked in, looking overwhelmed, Adam brightened up.

She felt overwhelmed. News about her challenge to Coach Shedley had somehow
spread, and girls were openly praising her, while boys were making mean-
spirited comments. And her boyfriend, Brian Jacobson, a scrawny red head, was
avoiding her. She smiled at Adam's smiling face and sat down next to him.

"At least one boy who doesn't think I'm an idiot," she said to him.

"What? Oh, about the bet? Yeah, I think you're an idiot, but I like you
anyway," he laughed.

"Oh, fuck you, Adam," she smiled.

"When and where?" he shot back.

"Never and nowhere," she said, and slapped his arm.

Coach Smith was a whirling dervish at practice. Screaming orders, berating the
most minor of offenses, pushing the girls to exhaustion.

Lindy wanted to dig a hole and crawl in it. Brian had told her at lunch time
that maybe they should see other people, but still be friends. She didn't know
why he'd cooled to her in the past few weeks, but suspected it might have
something to do with her new status with the jocks of the school. Angrily, she
thust the large softball at Danni's mitt. Coach looked at the scope and
blinked. She'd never heard of anyone throwing a softball at eighty nine mph.
Not a four foot ten inch sixteen year old, anyway. Danni dropped the ball and
rubbed her hand through the mitt.

"God damn, Lindy! Calm down!" she screamed out.

"Calm down? Calm down? I'll tell her when to calm down," Smith bellowed.
"Lindy! Quit thowing like a girl! Burn them in there!"

Eighty six, eighty seven, and a curve that screamed into Danni's sore hand at
eighty four mph. Batter after batter walked up and stepped down again. Finally,
Lindy's pitches began to lose steam, and Coach waved Kay out on the mound. The
freckle faced red head loped out, and Lindy picked up her favorite bat. Even
though her first pitch was a ball, Lindy smacked it over the fence and it
rolled into the street a few hundred yards away. Kay shrugged off the hit, it
had been a foul anyway, and picked up another ball. Lindy connected solidly,
and Coach Smith laughed as Sabrina ducked the screaming ball. The clang it made
when it hit the chain link fence could be heard throughout the field.

"Cutter, go sit down," she ordered, and Lindy sullenly walked to the bleachers.
She sat, and with nothing to occupy her mind, thought about Brian. Tears welled
up in her large dark eyes, and she silently cried as the team practiced. Coach
Smith derided Kay; her pitches were barely breaking seventy.

"Switch!" Coach called out, and Lindy grabbed her glove. "Not you, Cotter, sit
down."

Switch was the coach's signal for the players to rotate. Cindy loped in from
left outfield and took the mound. Muriyito donned the catcher's mask as Danni
ran to first base. The other girls shifted to second, third, short stop, and
outfield. Coach Smith had learned this trick from her own college days. It kept
the other team off guard, guessing what the next move would be. Janelle went
down swinging, Sabrina got to first base, but Cindy tagged her out at second
base, and struck out Bonita.

"Switch!" Coach yelled out again, "Cutter, sit down."

"Okay, Cotter, what's wrong? Time of the month?" Smith asked as the grils
scrambled around on the field.

"No, ma'am," Lindy sniffled.

"Boy problems? Become a nun, less trouble," Smith declared.

"My boyfriend broke up with me," Lindy said, and broke into sobs.

"That red head?" Smith asked, and when Lindy nodded her head yes, said, "What
an idiot. Want me to beat him up for you?"

"No!" Lindy said loudly, not realizing that Coach Smith was joking.

"Look, Carter, I'm not the best person in the world to talk to about boys, but
I can tell you this. You are far too beautiful, smart, and loving a person to
be alone for long.Don't worry, someone who will love you for what and who you
are will come along soon."

"But, I been alone all my life!" Lindy wailed. "I was always the fat kid nobody
liked, until now!"

"Yeah? Me too, " Coach Smith admitted. "Thank God we all grow up sooner or
later."

The girls were finally let to go to the showers, and some of them grumbled at
Lindy for making that stupid bet. She quietly dressed in her street clothes and
drove home. Cindy drove Murry home so that she could pick up her small bag for
the weekend. She smiled at Muriyito's thirteen year old brother, Nokati, who
again declared that he would marry Cindy when they both were old enough. Cindy
drove to Lindy's house and they got out of her pickup truck. She dangled the
keys to her stepfather's cabin as she sauntered up to Lindy's front door. Sam
had repeated instructions and warnings about their weekend, until Cathy, now in
her eighth month of pregnancy, finally told him that if he didn't trust his
stepdaughter, to tell her she couldn't go. With a sheepish smile, he handed her
the keys and kissed her on the forehead.

"I do trust you, baby, that's why we're even discussing this in the first
place. If I didn't trust you, there'd be no discussion," he said.

"I know that, Dad," she smiled.

A Friday, Saturday, and half of Sunday, out on the lake, just her and her two
lovers. She didn't even want her boyfriend, Jason Reynolds, a blind Junior at
Asbury, to come along. They had two bottles of gin, two bottles of rum and a
big three liter bottle of cola in the ice chest, and some sandwich meat and
bread in a bag. The cabin itself wasn't really a cabin, it was a small two
bedroom house that sat two hundred feet from the lake's edge. Muriyito had
never been to it before, but Lindy had been three or four times, even
waterskiing with her. Sam drew the line at the powerful motor boat, however. He
knew that Cindy knew how to operate it, but it made him nervous whenever she
took it out. Since Cathy was so close to delivery, she and he would not be
there, and he just felt it more prudent that they refrain from its use.

Lindy came out, carrying a small bag of her own, and they piled into Cindy's
pickup truck. Lindy's eyes wre red-rimmed, but she smiled lightly.

"And, no boys!" Lindy yelled. "I see a boy, I'll cut his balls off!"

"Even if he cute?" Murry asked.

"Even if he's cute," Lindy nodded.

Forty five minutes later, Cindy wound through the trees and pulled up to the
cabin's front door. Murry looked disappointed.

"It not rog cabin," she said.

"What? Oh, no, no, Murry!" Cindy laughed. "It's not a log cabin, but it's got a
nice fireplace, and we'll burn logs in it, okay?"

They entered the house, and Murry went exploring the interior. Cindy barely put
the groceries down when Lindy enveloped her in a fierce hug and roughly shoved
her tongue into the pretty blonde's mouth. Cindy struggled briefly as Lindy
roughly rubbed against her. Finally Lindy broke the kiss and looked into
Cindy's blue eyes.

"Let's fuck," she growled.

"Lindy! What's gotten into you?" Cindy protested.

"Nothing's gotten into me! I just want to, want to.." and Lindy began to sob
loudly.

Cindy held her tightly and let her cry. She repeatedly kissed the top of her
friend's head and crooned sweet affirmations into Lindy's right ear. Finally,
Lindy seemed to be dried up, and Cindy brought their lips together for a soft,
loving kiss. Hand in hand they walked into the living room where Murry sat and
stared at the enpty fireplace.

"No rogs," she accused.

"God, Murry, wait! It's too hot to have a fire now!" Cindy laughed. "We'll do
one tonight."

"Fine," Murry huffed. "Then, what we do?"

"I want a drink," Cindy declared and fixed herself a stiff gin and cola.

Lindy fixed herself and Murry weaker versions of Cindy's drink and they sat on
the overstuffed couches and talked and laughed. Within an hour, Cindy was well
on her way to drunkeness, but Lindy and Murry held back.

Adam was hurt. He'd followed Paul's little car to the bus station, and knew
exactly what Paul was up to. The bathroom setup was fairly common knowledge.
He'd waited a fw minutes, then sauntered in and confronted Paul. Paul, at
least, had told him that from the moment he'd started tricking, had stopped any
sexual contact with Adam. He drove out to the lake cabin. He'd gone home,
looking for Cindy, to talk with her about this, but Mom had reminded him that
the girls were out at Baylor Lake. She wanted him to talk with her about his
problem, but how do you talk to your mom about your boyfriend sitting in a
public bathroom, sucking dick?

"Okay, sevens are wild," Cindy declared and dealt five cards face down.

"And, what we do?" Murry asked for the hundredth time.

"Okay, Murry, you try to get a better set of cards than everybody else. If you
win, say like you got two pairs, Cindy and I have to take off some clothes,"
Lindy tried to explain again.

"Just play, you'll learn as you go," Cindy said, and took another sip of her
drink.

"I mean, why we not just take our crothes off now, and be done?" Murry asked
and started to pull her top off.

"Because this is more fun," Lindy satd. "Okay, first hand's just a practice
hand, all right? SO she can see what we're doing."

Lindy showed Murry that she had a seven, a king, two fives and an eight. Murry
had two queens, an ace and two eights. She told Muriyito to throw the ace out
and try for a full house. Murry drew a ten, and Lindy got another eight for her
trouble. Cindy smirked as she lay her full house, two tens and three jacks.

"So, we'd now take off our shirts," Lindy explained, and took a big gulp of her
drink.

She'd have to not let Cindy pour any more of her drinks. She was too heavy
handed with the gin.

"Okay, um, fives are wild," Cindy declared.

"What is wild?" Murry asked for the hundredth time.

"What's wild, can be any card you want it to be," Lindy and Cindy groaned.

"And, what is wild now?" she asked.

"Fives," Adam said from the doorway.

"Adam! Damn it! Get out of here!" Cindy screamed.

"Hey, don't stop on my account," he smiled and poured himself a drink.

"Game's over!" Cindy declared and stood up.

"Aw!" both Lindy and Murry complained.

"What? You want to play? With him right here?" Cindy gasped.

"We deal him in, or he has to go," Lindy declared.

Damn, Cindy was making her drinks way too strong. After a moment of hesitation,
both Cindy and Adam sat down at the table. Cindy shuffled the deck and slapped
the cards down angrily. Lindy almost choked. She was holding four fives and an
ace.

"What's wild?" she asked.

"Fives," Cindy, Adam, and Murry all yelled.

She stayed put and tolerated the jeers of 'she's bluffing' and waited. Murry
lay down her two kings, seven, two and ace. Adam smirked and slapped down his
two queens and two tens, as well as an ace. Cindy smiled sweetly and lay down
her three twos and two jacks. They all looked at Lindy who smiled broadly and
lay her cards down.

"Five aces, let's see some skin," she crowed.

Cindy was nervous about taking her clothes off in front of her brother, but a
deal was a deal. She turned her chest slightly away, her black bra barely
covering her erect nipples. She sipped her drink and shoved the cards to Murry.

"Um, okay, um, the two ones are wild," she declared as she expertly shuffled
the deck.

Adam smiled broadly. He held two twos, and the jack, quieen and king of hearts.
He looked at Murry, who looked blankly at him. Lindy looked at her cards in
dismay, and looked at the blank smile of Murry. Cindy shrugged and set four
cards down.

"Adam, you want more card?" Murry asked.

"No, I'm fine," he said.

"Give me four," Lindy demanded, holding on to her quieen.

"Four," Cindy said, holding her ace.

"And, dearer take two," Murry said.

Adam smirked as Lindy and Murry removed an article of clothing. Cindy sat back
and tossed a tennis shoe on the table. Lindy, he noticed, also had a black bra
on. Murry sat, her white bra covering her bumps. Her right shoe sat on the
table, next to Cindy's. Adam made a show of gingerly picking each shoe up while
pinching his nose.He then shuffled the cards and dealt them rapidly.

"Nothing's wild, play it straight," he declared.

"Adam, you dealt from the bottom," Cindy yelled.

"Did not," he denied.

Adam was in a daze. Thirty minutes later, he had only one sock and his
underwear. Lindy sat in her black thong panties, Cindy had lost all of her
clothing, and Murry sat drmurely in her bra and panties. He smiled at his
sister's attempts to keep her own brother from seeing too much of her flesh. He
was glad he'd come. The girls listened to his tale of woe, and Muriyito, after
her shock of his disclosure that he was bisexual, gave him consolation. Cindy
was the best, shedding a few tears for his pain. She slouched down in her seat
and sipped her drink, covering her breasts with her other arm when she did so.
Lindy shuffled the cards and spun them out.

"Fives wild, Aces low cards," she declared, and folded her arm over her own
erect nipples.

"You always call fives wild," Cindy laughed.

"My lucky number," Lindy smiled and shrugged.

It was. She held two of them, along with two kings and a queen. She leaned over
and showed her cards to Cindy. Cindy reached under the table and raked her
fingernails lightly along Lindy's inner thigh. Murry held a garbage hand, and
Adam had two eights and junk. She flipped out four cards to Murry and three to
Adam. She almost gasped when she picked up another king. She also almost gasped
as Cindy's fingers toyed with her pantied crotch.

Adam shrugged and pulled off a sock. Murry unclasped her bra and tossed it at
Lindy. She smiled sweetly as she took the cards and shuffled rapidly. Cindy got
up from the table and fixed four more stiff drinks. Adam's eyes bulged when he
glimpsed his sister's hairless mound. She blushed furiously but smiled gamely
and set the drinks down on the table.

"Nothing wild, pray them rike you get them, no second hand," Murry declared and
flipped the cards out.

Adam groaned. He had nothing, two sixes, ace, three and a five. Lindy smiled
broadly. Five was definitely her lucky number, as she held three of them, and
two nines. Murry silently cursed Cindy for such strong drinks. Lindy probably
had the hand she'd meant to deal herself. She held two twos, queen, four, and
six. Adam blushed brightly when the cards were slapped down, and Lindy whooped
loudly. Murry decided that when Cindy was sleeping tonight, she'd find her hand
dipped in a bowl of warm water for making the drinks so strong. With a shrug,
she slipped her panties off and turned to watch Adam try to nonchalantly take
his briefs off. When his erection bobbed out, however, he couldn't act very
nonchalant about it, not with Lindy, Murry, and his own sister openly admiring
it.

"Okay, your turn," he declared to Lindy.

"Nope, I won," Lindy smiled.

"Okay, we'll cut the cards, then," he said.

"For what? You've got nothing to bet with," Lindy pointed out.

"Um, what you want?" he nervously asked.

"You know what I'd really like? A good backrub," she declared. "Coach wore my
ass out today."

"Oh, I want in on this," Cindy slurred.

"Me, too," Murry said.

"Well, we can't cut the cards for this, if we're all going to bet," Adam siad.

"One last hand, winner gets an all over body rub from the three losers," Lindy
brazenly declared and shuffled the cards.

"Flont and back?" Murry asked breathlessly.

"Front and back," Cindy nodded.

"Fives wild!" they all declared as Lindy flipped the cards.

"Oh, I think I've died and gone to Heaven," Cindy murmured as she stared at her
three jacks and two sixes.

"Bullshit," Adam said, as he held his two kings and two fours.

"I win," Murry bluffed.

"No way!" Lindy laughed, as she toyed with the two fives and two kings.

"None," Cindy declared.

"Four," Murry blushed as the others laughed.

"One," Adam laughed.

"One," Lindy said, and laughed out loud as she snagged another five.

She lay down on the large bearskin rug, on her stomach and languished as Cindy
and Murry giggled over who got which leg. Adam knelt in front of her head and
began to rub her shoulders. Her hair slipped and exposed her damaged left ear.
The bullet that had slammed into her left ear left a stub that looked chewed
apart, and she self conciously pulled the hair back over it. But Adam pulled
the hair aside and gingerly traced the stub. She looked up into his soft blue
eyes. He smiled and leaned forward. She felt his lips against the scarred
tissue and shivered. Only Cindy had ever done that. He sat back on his heels
and smiled softly at her. They maintained eye contact for a few moments until
Lindy rose to her knees and pressed her lips to his. In their kneeling
position, they softly ran their hands over each other's bodies. Adam had, of
course, kissed girls before, clumsy attempts in the back seats of cars, a few
drinking parties, but this was different.

"God, go in another room if you're going to do that," Cindy snapped.

Adam was ruining everything, like he alsways did. She had really wanted a lazy
weekend of drinking and loving touches with Lindy and Murry. She certainly
didn't want to watch Murry moon over Adam, and she most certainly didn't want
to watch Lindy fuck her brother. Lindy pulled her head back and looked into
Adam's eyes.

"You want to?" she whispered.

They got to their feet and walked into the master bedroom. She looked at Murry,
who had a silent tear running down one cheek. She reached out a finger and
wiped it off. Murry grabbed her finger and sucked it into her mouth. Cindy's
nipples hardened painfully as Murry gave her digit a loving blowjob. She pulled
her finger from Murry's mouth and they kissed hungrily.

In front of the roaring fire, Cindy lay Murry down on the bearskin rug and
kissed her way down.Kneeling over her, her head facing Murry's feet, Cindy
kissed Murry's forehead, closed eyes, cheeks. Each dark nipple got plenty of
attention, the tiny belly button, an adorable little nubbin that poked out, and
finally, the full wet lips that poked out of her almost hairless slit. Murry
exploded in orgasm as Cindy lightly chewed the fleshy lips.

"No, let me," Lindy ordered as she tried to push Adam down on the large bed.

"But I want to," he whined slightly, and tried to raise himself up.

"Please," she begged.

He looked into the endless depths of her eyes and nodded. He lay down and let
her minister to him. She softly nuzzled his neck, then lightly swabbed her
tongue over his nipples. Getting a positive response, she took one, then the
other into her mouth and sucked sharply, one at a time. He maned as her long
hair tickled against his belly, and her hot tiny mouth followed it down to his
navel. Her hair now fell around his balls, and she wrapped a tiny hand around
them. He thought for sure that he would explode right there, clumping her hair
together with his thick sperm. He managed to hold off as her teeth lightly
nipped at his stomach, and then her hot breath blew over his throbbing
erection. She snaked her tongue out and collected some of his preseminal fluid.
His cock, at its full eeven and a half inches, wasn't as long as Brian's, she
reflected, but Brian's wasn't as thick as Adam's. Her hand didn't fit
completely around it and she wondered if she'd be able to get her mouth around
more than just the flared head. Adam groaned as her mouth descended on it, and
his head slipped into the wet heat.. The tiny hand that held his balls in her
hair squeezed slightly and he jerked.

"I'm not going to, to last very, very long if you, oh!" he moaned as four
inches of his cock slipped into her mouth. Her tongue was dancing all around
his cock and he was so close. Her head bobbed up slightly, and five inches slid
into her as she bobbed back down. Her jaw muscles ached from the strain but she
managed to get him all the way in, his cock head in her throat. She felt him
swell in her mouth and smiled inwardly. She bobbed her head as much as she
could and was rewarded by his thick spurts. She held him in her mouth until he
was completely soft, then licked and nuzzled his balls. He gasped as her tongue
jabbed at his anus. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her up.

"My turn," he declared.

"I'm not finished yet," she firmly said, and went back to his anus.

Within moments, he was fully erect, almost painfully so. She pulled her three
fingers from his twitching ass hole, and climbed up to straddle his hips. He
reached out and gently pried her drooling pussy lips apart. She guided his
thick cock into her pussy and groaned as she slid down on it. She had to bounce
on it four times before the entire thickness was buried in her. At this point,
she opened her eyes and smiled to him. He gently pulled her forward and lightly
kissed the top of her head; it was the only part of her he could kiss without
bending double. In this position, they rocked together for a few moments, until
his balls could no longer take such a hot, tight confine. With a squeal, Lindy
exploded in a shuddering orgasm. Adam felt her tiny nails dig into his chest as
she came, wave after wave. With a grunt, he emptied himself deep into her
insides. They lay, gasping, until Adam's soft cock finally oozed out of her
stretched pussy.

"Thank you, Adam," she whispered.

"I love you, Lindy," he whispered to the top of her head.

Her eyes flickered open, and she looked up at him. He smiled and nodded his
head yes. He was completely unprepared for the gush of tears that came pouring
out of her. Through gasping sobs, she told him about Brian's actions. He sat up
and held her in his lap and rocked her as she cried and hurled angry invectives
at the name of Brian. Finally, she fell silent and they rocked on the bed.

"Thank you, Adam," she whispered into his neck. "Thank you for listening to
me."

"I love you, Lindy," he repeated.

Their eyes met again, and he eased her onto her back.

"Now, can I have my turn?" he asked, and smiled as she smiled up at him.

Brian Jacobson was almost in tears. He'd told Patty that he'd broken up with
Lindy, was now free to have an exclusive relationship with her. The six foot
tall twenty one year old had looked at him, then laughed. She swept her long
bleached blonde hair back.

Patty Dominic had been a client at Rocky's Gym for the past two months. Ever
since she'd strode in, she'd flirted outrageously with the seventeen year old
red head. The flirtation had culminated with him thrusting his nine inches into
her hot blonde pussy in the steam room. From theat time on, every opportunity
had been spent with her straddling him or him taking her bent over the weight
racks. He'd felt terrible about breaking up with Lindy, she was so sweet, so
loving, but Patty was one hot fuck.

"Oh, baby! What'd you do that for?" she laughed.

"So that we could, so we.." he'd stammered.

"Oh, honey! I don't think my husband would like me dating a kid," she smiled
and shook her head no.

"You're married?" he'd squeaked.

"Going on three years," she smiled, and pulled her wedding band out of her
purse. "Kid, I'm sorry about you and Linda, but, that's the breaks, ain't it?"

"Lindy," he corrected her.

"Whatever," she smiled, and waved good bye as she sashayed out of the gym.

Paula Carter had been polite but cool when he called. Lindy's private phone
kept ringing and ringing, and he finally dialed the parent's number. Lindy had
told her mother about the breakup as she was packing for her weekend at the
cabin, and Paula had been almost as upset as her daughter. She inormed him that
Lindy was out with Cindy and Murry, no, she didn't know when Lindy would be
back.

Adam watched in astonishment as Lindy reached between her legs and guided the
head of his cock to her tight anus. She looked over her shoulder and nodded.
Slowly, fraction of an inch by fraction, he eased his thick meat into her tight
rectum. She grunted and groaned loudly, but shook her head frantically whenever
he tried to pull his cock out of her plump buttocks. Moments later, his pubic
hairs rested firmly against her ass cheeks and she shuddered. She whimpered as
he pulled his cock slowly out, until just the head rested against her sphincter
muscles. She gasped and purred as he pushed back in. Her anal cavity was so
tight, so hot, he didn't think he could last very long, even though he'd
already come twice. He looked down at her stretched anus and almost shot his
lad. The sight of his thick cock firmly sandwiched between her full buttocks
was so erotic. They began to pick up a rhythm, and she shuddered through
another orgasm. When she clamped down on his cock, he erupted deeply into her
bowels. As his spurts slowed to sporadic dribbles, she shook violently through
another orgasm and fell forward. With a loud fart, her anus released his cock,
and he fell limply next to her, exhausted. He'd never had sex with a girl
before, and his lovemaking with Paul had always been so quick, so hurried. When
she'd let him ease her onto the bed, he'd lovingly and delightedly explored her
body with his hands and fingers and tongue. When he'd reached her trembling
pussy, he'd expected it to smell fishy, like everyone always joked about.
Instead, it had a heavy musk smell, and a tangy taste. She'd grunted and
exploded in orgasm as his tongue grazed her thick clitoris, and he quickly got
the idea of sucking on this tiny penis. When she'd rolled over onto her hands
and knees, he'd prepared to enter her pussy from behind. That's when she'd
given him her ass.

Cindy screamed and hugged folds of the bearskin tightly to her chest. Murry
thrust her fist deeply into Cindy's rectum and twisted it slightly as she
pulled back out. Cindy's legs shook violently, and she was sure she'd collapse
as yet another orgasm slammed through her entire body. Whereas she had been
loving and gentle, Murry was rough and demanding. With another scream, she
collapsed, but Murry's insistent mouth did not release Cindy's sore pussy lips
and clitoris. She lay on the rug and gasped and flopped helplessly until Murry
eased her fist from Cindy's numb body. She finally rolled over and pulled Murry
into an embrace. Pussies rubbing together, Murry's full wet and fleshy lips
against her smooth mound, Cindy enjoyed a minor orgasm. Finally, they rolled
apart and Cindy staggered into the kitchen, farting sporadically, and fixed
herself another drink. She didn't even bother to put cola in with the gin, just
poured it over ice.

Brian had finally stopped calling Lindy's number at two o'clock. He cursed
himself for his foolishness, and drifted off to a fitful slumber. Lindy woke up
briefly and looked at Adam's soft breathing. She shivered slightly, naked under
the sheets, and scooted a little closer to his warmth. Murry woke up and
silently poured warm water into a bowl. She crept to where Cindy slept,
stretched out on the large couch, and placed her hand in the bowl. Murry
quickly put the bowl in the sink and padded back to the other couch and pulled
the comforter over her. The acrid smell of urine seeped into the room and Murry
giggled before dropping to a deep sleep. Cindy woke up, extremely embarrassed.
She thought she may have actually peed in her sleep, and the sopping wet
cushion confirmed her fears. She groggily padded to the kitchen to get a towel
to blot the cushion. When she saw the bowl in the sink, she frowned and tested
the tap. Lukewarm. She had to laugh out loud at falling for that old trick. She
blotted the cushion as best she could, then flipped it over and went back to
the kitchen. After a quick sip from the bottle of rum, she fixed a bowl of warm
water and gingerly placed Murry's hand in it. She put the bowl in plain sight
on the coffee table and returned to sleep.

Adam woke up at eight o'clock and looked at the tiny face on the pillow next to
him. She slept with her small mouth open, and she looked so childlike, so
innocent. Her dark hair was all askew, framing her pale round face, and he
smiled as he drifted back asleep. He woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon,
and looked over. Lindy was still asleep, but she now faced away from him. He
slid over and kissed her bare shoulder. He pulled her hair away from her chewed
ear and tenderly kissed it. Lazily, she rolled over and looked into his eyes.
They looked at each other, then kissed softly. She pulled back and looked at
him.

"You still love me?" she asked in a whisper.

"More today than yesterday," he answered.

"Good," she breathed. "Me too."

They kissed again, then slipped out of bed and struggled into tee shirt and
shorts. Hand in hand, after Adam used the bathroom, they padded into the large
living room where a still naked Cindy and Murry sat and ate their breakfast and
laughed and giggled about their little practical joke on each other.

"God, Cindy, go put some clothes on," Adam teased.

"What? Ain't nothing you've never seen before," she giggled.

"Don't mean I want to spend the whole day looking at it," he countered.

"How come he tell you put crothes on, but not me?" Murry asked.

"You're not his sister," Lindy smiled.

She padded into the kitchen and fixed herself a large plate of eggs. The bacon
looked horrible, so she skipped them. She poured a large glass of orange juice
and sat down on the couch. The cushion was damp and she stood up again and
looked at it. This brought on fresh giggles from Cindy and Murry.

Adam kissed Lindy good bye for the hundredth time and finally got into his
truck and left the lake. Cindy sat at the kitchen table, a rum and cola in
front of her. Lindy smiled happily at her friend, kissed her passionately, and
poured herself a large rum and cola. Murry came into the kitchen and fixed her
own drink. She grabbed the discarded deck of cards and began to shuffle them.

"Okay, twos are wild, aces high," she said, and dealt rapidly.

"Murry, tell the truth, you've played poker before," Cindy demanded.

"Who? Me?" Murry smiled innocently.

Somehow, word about the battle of the sexes had gotten to the local media, and
both Coach Smith and Shedley posed for pictures and answered questions. Lindy
had to hide in the bathroom from the crowd of people that wanted to ask her
about this challenge. She was no stranger to the media, her shooting had been
national news, and they all wanted to talk with her. It was a good thing that
she had this refuge, Brian was moping around her, wanting to talk to her, make
up with her. She hid out in hallways and dashed from class to class, to avoid
both the reporters and him. The two classes she shared with Adam were exercizes
in self control. She wanted to take him into her arms, hug and kiss him wildly.
Obviously from the looks he shot her, he was feeling the same way.

"I'm not wearing any panties, so there'll be nothing between your lips and my
ass," Coach Smith needled Coach Shedley.

"Really? I'm wearing my oldest, dirtiest underwear for you," he said.

"That's disgusting! God, what a shame men can't get yeast infections," she
groused.

She had the girls dress out in full uniform, and they stormed the field. The
entire team looked around in wonder. The bleachers behind the girls' dugout
were jammed full, with girls sitting along the ground, on each other's laps,
sprawling about. The boys' bleachers were barely filled. Jake Carter stood at
the gate by the girls dugout. Lindy loped over to her father.

"Hey, Mommy and I are sitting over on the boys' side, there's no room over
here, but, we're rooting for you girls," he smiled at her.

A quick photographer got a picture of the star pitcher getting a good luck kiss
from her daddy. The boys were all in their practice uniforms, and looked very
shabby next to the girls. A quick handshake and a coin toss, and the boys
trooped out to the field. Mr. Ritter, the school principal, threw out the first
pitch, and the game was underway. Cordell smirked as Cindy stepped up to bat,
and released his first pitch. He watched in astonishment as Cindy dropped her
bat and raced for first base. Paul dropped the ball, and finally got it out to
first base, but Cindy was safe. The girls' bleachers erupted into screams and
cheers. Sabrina strolled out, and squared off. After checking that Cindy was
where she was supposed to be, Cordell wound and pitched. He watched open
mouthed as Sabrina dropped her bat and raced for first. Cindy was already at
second base, and the girls' bleaschers erupted into deafening screams. Murry
feinted a running start a few times, then hit a bouncing drive out to left
field and the bases were loaded. Lindy stepped out to thunderous cheers and
many clicking cameras. The boys fidgeted nervously and Cordell delivered two
Balls before he could find Lindy's strike zone. He hated pitching softballs,
they felt too big, too unnatural in his hands. He tried a fast curve and the
bleachers shrieked as Lindy whacked it over the back fence. By the time the
girls took the field, they were seven points up.

Lindy tried to shut out the shrill screams as she took the mound. Bobby stepped
up to bat, and tried the same maneuver that Cindy and Sabrina had succeeded in.
The ball was waiting for him when he got there, Danni had anticipated this and
lazily lobbed the ball to Michelle. Cordell stepped out and gave Lindy a steely
eyed stare.

"I'm pregnant," Danni said as she squatted down behind the plate.

"What!" Cordell screamed.

"Strike one!" the umpire called, and the girls cheered.

"Aw, shit, girl, don't talk to me," Cordell hissed.

Lindy shot him a low curve and watched as he fanned air. He almost didn't see
the third one as it blazed across the plate. Even he had to laugh as the girls'
bleachers chanted "Bye, Cordell!"

Lindy blew Adam a kiss, then fired three low curves in a row across the plate.

Janelle caught Cordell's third pitch and raced to second base. Bonita got her
to third, but only made it to first herself. Kay's freckles shone as she
feinted a few rurnning starts. Paul dropped the ball, and Bonita got to second
base. Kay popped one straight for center field, and was out at first, but
Janelle had raced Home. Cindy waved to the cheering girls and to Cathy and Sam,
who sat with the Carters on the boys side. Her home run put the girls ahead,
ten to nothing. Sabrina got to third base off of a grounder, and Murry was
standing on first base as Lindy stepped onto the field. She tuned out the
deafening squeals and hunkered down low. Second inning closed with the Girls,
fifteen, the Boys, zero.

"Why's she blow Adam a kiss right before she strikes him out?" Cathy asked.

Cathy didn't feel very good. She'd taken off work early to be here, but she
really wanted to be at home. She had cramps and was sweating profusely.

"You don't know?" Sam asked. "She and Adam are dating now."

"Really?" Cathy asked, smiling. "That's so, Oh! Oh, God! Sam! I think, oh!"

"Oh, my God! What do we do?" Sam screamed.

"Are you sure?" Paula asked as Cathy hunkered down and groaned.

Adam and Cindy ran out to their trucks and followed Sam's police cruiser, its
sirens blaring. On the field, as she watched Sam and her parents help Cathy
down, Lindy started to chant, "Faith! Faith! Faith!" Faith was the name Sam and
Cathy were going to give the baby if it were a girl. The girls on the field,
then the girls' bleachers took up the chant.

After the fifth inning, Coach Smith yanked Lindy off the mound, and Kay gave up
two runs. The final score, a humiliating thirty four to two, and the two
coaches shook hands for the newspaper and television cameras.

"Why'd you yank Lindy in the fifth?" he asked her when they were safely in
their office.

"No reason to leave you with no dignity at all," she shrugged. "Actually, I
knew she wanted to get to the hospital, to be with her friends."

"Well, it was a great game, anyway. See you tomorrow," he said, and eased
himself toward the door.

"Oh, no, hold on, you've got one more thing to do," Coach Smith said and stood
up.

"Oh, come on Dee, you aren't going to really make me do this, are you?" he
said.

"Pucker up, baby," she said and dropped her slacks to the floor.

She bent over the edge of the desk. He looked at her rounded, dimpled buttocks
and felt his cock harden. He got to his knees and pressed his lips firmly to
the right, then the left buttock. She gasped in surprise as he dragged his
tongue through the cleft and toyed with her puckered anus a few seconds. He
gave her buttocks a friendly slap as he got to his feet, then smiled.

"Hey, you doing anything for supper? I mean, obviously, I just ate, but.." he
asked.

Lindy and Murry got off the elevator on the third floor and walked down to
where the waiting room was. Cindy and Adam sat, white with nerves, and waited
for word. Lindy kissed both of her lovers, then sat and held Adam's hand. Murry
and Cindy chattered, mostly about nothing, just to keep the nerves down.

"And, then Rindy hit another home lun, and.." Murry said.

"God, Lindy, how many did you hit?" Adam asked.

"Today? Twelve," Lindy shrugged.

Jake and Paula came in, carrying a huge teddy bear and cups of coffee for
everyone. The teddy bear, when Lindy stood next to it, reached her shoulder.

"I want one!" Lindy yelled.

Adam made a mental note to get her one. A bigger one if he could find it.

Three hours later, Sam, still in his scrub garments, strode into the waiting
room, all smiles. He looked at Lindy and shook his head.

"That was real cute, getting everyone yelling Faith like that," he mock snapped
at her.

"What is it?" Cindy and Adam yelled. "Come on, Dad! What'd she have?"

"Oh, a girl, of course," he said. "Faith Ann Villeaux."

At the Double A State Finals, held in the Superdome in New Orleans, Cathy, Sam,
and Faith watched Faith's big sister and the Asbury Avengers take the field.
The Double A Girls Softball State Championship was resting on this, and the
Shrevesport Hurricanes were a formidable opponent. In fact, despitethe
Avengers' undefeated record and Lindy's near perfect pitching record, and
her.750 batting average, the Hurricanes were favored to win. Because Double A
was considered minor, the New Orleans media gave it very little notice.

In the sixth inning, Lindy managed to get a hit, and the Avengers put three
points on the board. The final score was three to zero, and the Avengers
happily piled on the bus for the three hour trip home.

"And, this is it, right?" Lindy asked a tearful Cindy. "I don't have to play no
more?"

"God, Lindy, don't you know anything about softball?" Cindy laughed.

"Yeah, throw the ball, hit the ball, catch the ball," Lindy shrugged.

"Yes, Lindy, this is it. We don't have to play no more," Cindy said as another
tear trickled down.

"Why are you crying? We won," Lindy asked quietly.

"Because, I'm losing you," Cindy whispered. "We're going to graduate soon, and
you and Adam are getting so close, and.."

"Cindy! You'll never lose me," Lindy protested. "I love you too much to ever
let you go."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The crowd screamed and cheered as the large bus pulled up to Asbury High
School. Lindy pulled her tiny hand out of Cindy's crotch and waved through the
window to her parents and Adam. Cindy pulled her pants up and waved. The
flashbulbs lit up the twilight as the girls whooped and piled off the bus, and
greeted their family and friends. Captain Sam helped his wife and baby out of
the police cruiser and joined the throng. They patiently waited as the girls
finished with their admirers and finally came over to their families.

"That was unbelievable," he smiled. "I'm so proud of you girls."

"Thanks, Dad," Cindy said, and greeted her baby sister, who slept through the
noise.

He watched as Adam bent over and kissed Lindy. The six foot tall boy and the
minature girl made a funny looking pair, but it was obvious that they didn't
care how it looked. Hand in hand, they walked over to her parents and the
quartet walked over to them.

No matter how funny Adam and Lindy might look together, they didn't look as odd
as Cordell Wilson and Danni Michaels did. The tall African American youth
hugged his short, stout blonde girlfried, and hand in hand, they walked to her
little car.

Brian Jacobson looked briefly at Lindy and felt a small lurch in his gut.
Murry's small hand squeezed his, and the red head smiled down into her round
face.

His father didn't like her. Rocky wouldn't like anyone his useless son brought
home, but he especially didn't like gooks; he'd lost too many friends over in
Vietnam. He'd laughed derisively at his tearful son when Brian told him about
Patty's humiliation.

"You mean to tell me you dumped the midget over that slut?" he hooted.

"Patty's not a slut," Brian defended.

"Oh, come on, dumb ass! Open your fucking eyes! Everybody's had a slice of
that!" Rocky laughed. "Hell, I had her in the steam room at least a hundred
times."

"Dinner, at Pops?" Jake asked. "My treat."

"Can I go get Jason?" Cindy asked.

"I'm not wearing any panties," Coach Smith whispered to Coach Shedley. "So,
there's nothing between your lips and my ass."

"Great!" he laughed. "But, can we get dinner first? I'm starved."

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