****** Spring Training by G-boy ******
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Spring Training


Cindy Potter, the pretty sixteen-year-old senior at Asbury High School was
excited. Softball season was a few weeks away. She was athletic, energetic, and
was bored with nothing much to do after school. True, she and her boyfriend,
Jason Reynolds, the seventeen year old blind student she'd been dating for a
few weeks, found things to do, but she wanted to shed the few extra pounds
she'd picked up over the winter months, and energetic fucking didn't seem to
burn off the calories as fast as swallowing Jason's sperm put it back on. She
laughed when she thought about a tablespoon of semen containing more calories
than a tablespoon of ice cream. Semen was a lot more fun to get than a carton
of ice cream. And, her relationship with Lindy Carter also burned off some
calories, but she wanted to be outside, hot and sweaty. Tryouts were just two
weeks away, and she practiced in her backyard, throwing the softball against
the net that her older brother, Adam had set up for himself.

Lindy Carter sat and watched her friend throw the ball and attempt to field it
when it bounced back. The petite brunette cursed Kelly Pays for shooting her
and injuring her. She was healing rapidly, but she still walked with halting
steps, and her speech was still slurred. The physical therapy was doing
wonders, she now walked without the use of a cane, but she wasn't back to her
peak physical form yet. She'd never been particularly athletic, especially any
sport that required someone hurling a hard object at you, but as she watched
her lover practice, she wished she could join her.

Cindy pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and smiled at Lindy. The small girl
smiled back. They were diametrically opposed in physique; Cindy was tall and
blonde, with tanned skin, and Lindy was short, dark haired and pale skinned.
Cindy possessed firm thirty-six C-cup breasts, capped with dark pink nipples, a
twenty eight-inch waist and thirty four-inch hips that flared into long legs.
Lindy on the other hand, barely scraped four foot ten inches. Her breasts were
thirty-eight D, with large dark nipples. Her twenty one-inch waist and thirty
six-inch hips made her body look like someone pinched her in half. Her legs,
despite years of dancing, and now the rigorous physical therapy, were short,
stubby.

She hadn't always possessed such a physique, though. In grade school, Belinda
Carter had been the short fat kid, with the frizzy hair and thick glasses.
Puberty had been a cruel joke, adding pimples to the already ugly exterior.
Then, in seventh grade, the most beautiful and most popular girl in the school,
Cindy Potter, invited the entire seventh grade, including Belinda, to her house
for her twelfth birthday party. Adam Potter and a few of Cindy's friends
threatened to pummel the fat girl if she showed up. Cindy grabbed Belinda's
sweaty hand, and led the ecstatic girl around the entire afternoon. For Cindy,
the party had been a dismal affair, as many of her friends chided her for her
zealous protection of the most unpopular girl. For Belinda, it was a turning
point. When her father announced that they were moving to Arizona, she'd been
heartbroken. She'd always admired Cindy, but from that fateful day on, she was
in love with the tall blonde.

She stepped out of the car into the dry Arizona heat, and the transformation
began. Eighty-two pounds later, she was developing her heavy breasts and round
buttocks. Makeup and hairstyling tips from her mother and contact lenses to
replace the thick glasses, her pale round face and large dark eyes peered out
from under a cascade of dark waves. Her new look, rather than open the door to
acceptance by her peers, just slammed the door even more firmly shut. She
threatened girls, and she intimidated boys. At the end of her junior year, Jake
Carter announced that the family was going back to Louisiana. Years of
isolation had led to many nights of studying, and her grades were good enough
to gain her entrance to Asbury High School. Although a public school, the
standards were very high, academic or athletic excellence was required. She
walked into her first period History class and almost screamed when she
recognized an even more beautiful Cindy Potter. With pounding heart, she walked
down the aisle and sat behind the object of her affection. Within moments,
Cindy gladly rekindled the friendship. That weekend, they became lovers.

"You got another glove?" Lindy asked.

"Yeah, in the garage. Why?" Cindy wheezed.

Her arm was getting tired. But, she knew that if she wanted to be pitcher again
this year, she'd have to do better than Danni Michaels, her good friend and
friendly rival. Right now, she knew Danni was practicing with her black
boyfriend, Cordell Wilson, who was on the Varsity baseball team at Asbury.

"I want to try," Lindy declared.

"Oh, Lindy! You know there's no way! I mean, your legs aren't." Cindy began.

"I'm going to try," Lindy declared and set her face in a pout.

Cindy tried not to laugh, but whenever Lindy did that, she looked just like a
two-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. Her laughter, unfortunately, always had
the same effect on Lindy, it made her mad. Lindy got to her feet and stumbled
toward the Potter garage to find the extra glove. Let Cindy laugh, but Lindy
was determined to try. She found the glove, but it was too big and very loose
on her tiny hand. To humor her, Cindy did try to pitch a few times to her, but
the glove and Lindy's skittishness whenever Cindy threw the ball, made it a
frustration experience for both of them. They went inside and stripped down in
Cindy's bedroom. Inside the private bathroom, Cindy sat Lindy down on the edge
of the tub and slowly kissed and nibbled her way up the smaller girl's short
legs until she reached the dripping wet juncture. Lindy threw her dark hair
back, and cried out in orgasm as Cindy lightly chewed on her clitoris. Cindy
turned on the water of the shower and steeped into the spray. Lindy got in
behind her and sank to her knees. Cindy moaned in pleasure as Lindy's tiny
hands parted her full buttocks and Lindy's long tongue eagerly speared her
wrinkled anus. The tiny hands came around Cindy's full hips and Cindy braced
herself against the tiled wall as Lindy parted her lips and found her throbbing
button. Her hairless mound was soon covered in a froth of excitement as Lindy
lapped at it from behind and tugged and pulled at her lips and clitoris. With a
shriek, Cindy shuddered and orgasmed for Lindy's eager tongue.

"God, Lindy, you're the best," she panted as Lindy got to her feet and cupped
her breasts from behind.

"So are you," Lindy said, and nipped on her lover's shoulder blade.

"I love you," Cindy said as she pulled Lindy into the warm spray.

"Me too," Lindy said as they kissed.

Jake Carter stared at his little girl as she put another forkful of broccoli
into her small mouth.

"You want to what?" he asked.

"I want to play softball," Lindy said again.

"Baby, since when?" Jake asked. "I mean, you've never even been to a softball
game."

"If she wants to try out, let her," Paula, Lindy's mother said.

"But, she's barely walking again," Jake pointed out.

"Don't care, I'm going to try out," Lindy pouted.

"What position?" Jake asked, hoping that she'd be able to see her own lack of
knowledge would stymie any chances she had of making the team.

"Catcher. You don't have to run around a lot for that," Lindy declared.

She stumbled down the stairs to her basement bedroom. When they'd bought the
house, a house that had a basement and begged to have the room for her
entranced Lindy. Jake, a contractor for many years, and now out on his own, had
both the resources and the manpower to transform the bare room into a beautiful
little girl's room. Pink walls, cream carpeting and a large bathroom complete
with claw foot bathtub made the room both an enclave and a sanctuary. When a
fellow student, jealous over Lindy's popularity, had shot her, Jake had wanted
to move his daughter's bedroom upstairs, but Paula had pointed out that either
way, she'd have a flight of stairs to climb and descend, so Lindy got to keep
her own room.

Jake looked at his petite wife.

"Get serious, Paula, she can't play softball, she can barely walk," he tried to
reason with her.

"So what?" Paula snapped. "She wants to try, what's it going to cost? God, let
her do it, and when she fails, at least she'll know she tried."

Jake got into his car and drove down to the local sporting goods store. He
looked at the girl's softball equipment, and finally had to find a child's
catcher's mitt and mask. Two softballs and a wooden bat later, he drove back
home and put the new items on the table where Lindy would find it the next
morning. He'd already be at work for at least an hour before she even got up
for school, but at least she'd know that he supported her trying out.

She was ecstatic when she saw the gear. The glove fit her tiny hand perfectly,
and the softballs gave a satisfying whack when she tossed them into the
leather.

"I don't know why they call it softball," Paula smiled. "They don't feel very
soft to me."

"Really," Lindy agreed. "Can I call Daddy at work and tell him thank you?"

"I bet he'd like that," Paula smiled.

He was delighted to hear his little girl's exclamations of love. When she'd
been younger, he'd had her two older brothers to contend with. The shapeless,
faceless daughter was his wife's duty, as far as he saw it. It wasn't that he
didn't love her, he just didn't have much use for a little girl that preferred
dolls and ballet to hunting and football. Now that her two brothers, one in
college, the other in the Marines, were gone, he found himself having to
contend with a young woman. He listened to her prattle on and on, and smiled.

"Well, you do know that this is going to take practice, don't you, honey?" he
reminded her.

"You help me?" she asked.

Now, he was stumped. As big a sports fanatic as he was, as many calls as he
could make from his armchair, he didn't really know how to train anyone in the
finesse of sports. He tried to talk his way out of it, but, in the end, she
won.

The field behind the office building he was renovating was the site of the
first tryout. He felt ridiculous, tossing a ball to his diminutive daughter,
with the entire crew taking a coffee break, and calling out encouragement. He
wryly thought to himself about docking the entire lot of them full days pay.

"No, no, honey, you have to choke up on the bat," Mrs. Wilson, Cordell's mother
called out as she carried some rubbish to the heap. "And, don't swing at
everything, just at the ones coming across the plate."

"You know about softball, Mrs. Wilson?" Jake asked, hopeful.

"Who you think taught Cordell? His daddy was too busy working," Mrs. Wilson's
black face beamed at him.

"Really? Think you could teach Belinda?" Jake asked.

"Nothing to it," Mrs. Wilson said and placed Lindy's hands in the proper
position. "And, spread your legs. You're going to fall over, standing like
that."

She picked up the spare glove and got down on her ample haunches.

"I tell you when to swing," she said. "And put your weight into it. Turn when
you hit."

The first few times were less than successful and Jake was sure that Lindy
would quickly tire of this, but she was back the next day. Mrs. Wilson came out
and again coached the small girl. For his part, Jake got one of the men to
pitch as he hunkered down to catch the missed pitches. The few times she did
connect bat to ball wobbled feebly. He watched, grateful for the mask, as Lindy
squatted and practiced catching. Benny, although claiming he was going easy,
could hurl the ball in a frightening blur.

Friday rolled around, and Jake was pleasantly surprised to see his daughter's
Jeep pull up, and her stumble out, ball, bat and gloves in tow. She'd not even
told Cindy why all of a sudden, she was unavailable for after school fun. She
was planning to spend the night at Cindy's tonight, and Jake was sure she'd use
that as an excuse to skip practice. Benny eagerly loped out the building, and
Mrs. Wilson quickly finished her clean up and went outside. A resounding crack
and two squeals, and Jake turned in time to see a white blur shoot over Benny's
upturned head. He turned to Mike, an older fellow.

"You, get in the outfield," he cheerfully said.

Within ten minutes, the entire crew was outside, each playing a different
position. He watched from the sidelines as Lindy performed admirably. Mrs.
Wilson kept a running chatter as Lindy practiced diligently. Ball after ball
sailed over the crew's heads, and they kept backing further and further away.
Finally Lindy, hot and sweaty and flushed with pride, left the site. Jake
called the crew into the trailer he used as an on-site office.

"Tryouts are next Thursday. If Belinda makes the team, there'll be an extra
fifty in your paychecks," he promised.

To Mrs. Wilson he said, "There'll be an extra hundred in yours if she makes the
team, but you get the fifty dollars either way."

Cindy was bemused when Lindy came over, hot and sweaty, and asked if they could
take another shower together.

"What you so sweaty from?" she asked.

"Working at Daddy's office," was all Lindy would offer.

The hot spray felt good, but not as good as Cindy's bare mound rubbing against
her own lightly furred slit. After the shower, they dressed in tee shirts and
boxer shorts and went downstairs to rummage through the kitchen for something
to eat. Lindy grabbed a carrot and slid it whole down her throat and then eased
it back out. Cindy laughed and playfully nibbled at the other end. Together,
they ate at the orange treat until their lips met and they kissed. Cindy had to
lean down to kiss Lindy; she was seven inches taller. But, when they lay on her
bed, pussies together, they seemed to be the right height for each other. They
picked two more large carrots, for later and fixed themselves two bowls of
leftover Butt Burn chili, Sam's specialty. Sam Villeaux was Cathy Potter's
fiancée. Cindy's mother, a tall brunette, had met Sam Villeaux, a captain of
the local police force, through her job as vice president of a local bank. Six
years and one upcoming baby later, she'd finally agreed to marry him. It was to
be Cathy's first marriage, his second.

They finished the chili, washed the bowls, and then scurried back upstairs with
the two carrots.

"You think your mom notices how many carrots you eat?" Lindy laughed.

"Nope, she's just tickled that I finally eat the damned things," Cindy laughed.
"I never ate them, until you."

In answer, Lindy pulled the crotch of her baggy shorts aside and slowly eased
the carrot into her slit. Cindy watched as Lindy leisurely fucked the carrot in
and out of herself. With a moan, she joined her friend on the bed and grabbed
the carrot. Lindy humped back against Cindy's hand as she worked the vegetable
in and out. After Lindy shuddered through one orgasm she hissed into Cindy's
mouth, "Stick it up my ass."

She rolled over onto her stomach while Cindy yanked her boxers down. She
grunted as the carrot entered her rectum. Cindy pulled it out again, then
shoved it back in. Lindy gasped and groaned into another orgasm as Cindy's
thrusts picked up speed. Cindy eased the carrot out of her lover's bowels and
began to eat the carrot. Lazily, Lindy rolled onto her back and smiled at her
girlfriend.

"Hey, save me some," she said.

"Get your own," Cindy cooed, and pulled her own boxers down.

Saturday night, the girls double dated with their boyfriends. Lindy's
boyfriend, seventeen-year-old Brian Jacobson tried unsuccessfully to push his
red hair down, but the stubborn cowlick kept popping up. For his part, Jason
Reynolds, Cindy's boyfriend, didn't have to worry about any hair sticking up.
His father took his blind son to his own barber for a crew cut. They crowded
into Lindy's Jeep and roared off for pizza, then dancing at Dusk to Dawn, the
only nightclub in town that didn't ask for I.D. at the door. Brian, a goofy
young man, had his father's sister to thank for his ability to dance. Jason, on
the other hand, had his mother to thank for his grace and ease. She'd taught
him the classic ballroom steps, and he applied this to the loud, pounding bass
music they were bombarded by. One of the things Cindy really liked about Jason
was the fact that he needed to maintain physical contact. He didn't like to
bring his white cane with him, didn't like to draw attention to himself or his
disability, so he needed to hold her hand, her waist, her arm. Bathroom trips
were easy. In a friendly fashion, he'd put his arm over Brian's shoulder and
the two would walk and laugh and talk loudly, just like two boys out with two
beautiful girls would do on their way to the bathroom.

Sadly, Jake and Paula insisted on an eleven thirty curfew for their daughter,
so at ten o'clock, they left the nightclub, just as the place was beginning to
really jump. They drove out to Boylor Lake and parked. Cindy grabbed Jason's
hand and they walked along the shoreline so that Lindy and Brian could have the
small backseat to themselves. An old picnic table gave both Cindy and Jason
plenty of room to grope and thrust around on. The warm Spring air was full of
the sounds of the night as Cindy eased his jeans down and slowly and lovingly
handled his ten inches of manhood. The pre cum was oozing out as she slowly
took him deep into her mouth and worked it down her throat. Within seconds, he
was jerking his hips as he shot thick spurts into her gullet. She gave it one
last lick and kissed her way up his chest to his lips.

"Think you got another one in there for me?" she asked.

"Or two, or three," he said, and tasted his own semen on her tongue.

"Oh, good," she groaned as his fingers eased inside of her panties and found
her throbbing clitoris.

"God, Brian, you're going to kill me one of these days," Lindy gasped through
another orgasm as Brian thrust his nine inches in and out of her hot tight ass.

His first load dribbled out of her pussy and stuck to her fleshy thighs. His
hands reached underneath her and cupped her hanging and swinging breasts.
They'd found that the doggy position was the most comfortable for her, followed
by her on top, since the shooting. Brian didn't mind, any position was fine
with him, as long as he got to slide his cock into her hot holes. He was a
virgin when they'd gone out on their first date, the Homecoming Dance. She'd
been a virgin as well, unless you count hairbrushes and various vegetables.
With equal passion, they'd lost their virginity to each other. Cindy, having
gotten rid of her loutish date, joined them, and in one night, Brian lost his
own virginity and took the virginity of two beautiful girls. Their threesome
liaison soon ended, though, by Brian's choice. He wanted to be monogamous to
Lindy.

With a grunt, he signaled that he was about to come, and she clamped her anal
muscles tightly on his throbbing cock. He shot deeply into her, and collapsed
on her back. She did not relax her muscles until she felt his penis begin to
soften inside of her, and his cock slid out with a soft pop. She sat up and
buttoned her top. She kissed the still gasping young man on his cheek, and he
blushed brightly.

"I love you so much," she breathed into his ear.

"Love you too," he wheezed.

"Wow, look at that!" Jason yelled as he and Cindy approached the vehicle.

Brian scrambled to find his pants, but Lindy sat with her lower portion exposed
to the night sky, breasts still very visible. She laughed out loud.

"Oh, shut up Jason, you can't see anything," she yelled.

"Shit, I forgot he can't see," Brian laughed and calmed down.

They dressed and moved up to the front seat. Jason made a play of sniffing the
air in the small cab, but Cindy playfully slapped the back of his head and he
stopped. The kisses at the doors of Brian and Jason took a long time, but Lindy
did make it home in time for her curfew. She and Cindy screamed and scrambled
down the stairs to Lindy's large bedroom. Jake and Paula grumbled about the
noise the pair caused, but both were relieved that they were home, safe and
sound. In her bedroom, Lindy quickly shrugged out of the confining jeans and
Cindy tried her best to suck any of Brian's fluids out of Lindy's still
drooling cunt and anus. Lindy also tried to swab any of Jason's juice from
Cindy's hairless cunt, and they finally rolled out of their sixty-nine position
and fell asleep, cuddled together.

Monday afternoon, the crew assembled on the back lot, and the roughshod
softball game got underway.

"You throw like a girl," Mrs. Wilson chided Lindy again.

"I am a girl," Lindy pointed out.

"No ma'am, not when you puts on a glove and plays with balls you ain't," Mrs.
Wilson said. "Here, throw like this. Fingers spread out. Get a grip on it."

An easy overhand throw and Lindy sailed the ball out to Benny. It was a lot
easier than the side to side motion she'd been using, and it didn't take as
much effort to get the ball out to him.

"Runner's stealing second!" Mrs. Wilson screamed, and Lindy hurtled the ball to
Tack at second. Mike yelled 'unfair!' but gracefully accepted his out.

"See? Got a lot more in that arm when you throws right," Mrs. Wilson pointed
out. "But,

Honey, you the catcher, you keep your eye on everything going on out there."

"Third base, head's up!" Lindy yelled and Noel snagged the ball.

Jake watched from the sidelines and smiled. Even if his daughter didn't make
the team, he was proud of her. And, he was proud of the crew he'd pulled
together. They may have gone out on the field to get out of an hour of
hammering and sawing in the beginning, but they'd started bringing their old
gloves and bats, and were all shouting encouragement and friendly insults to
one another, as well as the boss's daughter.

"What the hell's going on here?" a male voice interrupted his reverie.

He turned to see the smiling face of Bob Bordelon, a fellow contractor. They
shook hands and Bob watched the 'game' in progress. He scratched his ample gut
and grunted.

"My little girl's trying out for the softball team, so the crew's helping her
practice," he said proudly.

"Which one's your daughter?" Bob asked.

"The one catching," Jake pointed.

"What, she's trying out for eighth grade team?" Bob asked.

"She's a senior at Asbury, just like your son," Jake snapped.

He knew Lindy looked much younger than she was, but he knew Bob was just being
his usual smart-ass self. He watched as Lindy whipped the ball out to Benny.
The chest pad that Tack had dragged out of his garage was easily three sizes
too large for her, but she used duct tape to hold it around her.

"Damn, kid's got an arm, huh?" Bob said.

"What you need, Bob?" Jake asked.

"A painter," Bob said as Benny struck out Mike.

"Sorry, I need one too," Jake said. "Mine's got two jobs ahead of me."

"Well, if they wasn't so busy playing games, maybe you'd have." Bob said.

"Don't matter if I got the whole crew out there or not, none of them are
painters," Jake snapped.

"Yeah, well, they play for shit anyway," Bob said and turned to get into his
truck.

"Beat the hell out of your crew any day of the week," Jake challenged.

"Shit! How much?" Bob rose to the bait.

"Five," Jake held up five fingers. "And, I'll get you a painter."

"Hundred?" Bob asked.

"Thousand, unless you don't think your boys can do it," Jake challenged.

"Not this Saturday, but next," Bob countered.

"Gumbel Park, one o'clock," Jake agreed.

Cindy watched from the field as Lindy walked across the field. She smiled to
herself. How sweet for Lindy to come out to cheer her on. But Lindy walked
right up to Coach Smith, a large woman that intimidated most of her students.

"What you need, Cotter?" Coach Smith snapped.

"I want to try out for the softball team," the timid little voice whispered.

"What? You?" Coach Smith scoffed.

"Yes, ma'am," the little girl murmured.

Coach Smith didn't like Belinda Carter. She actually didn't like most girls,
thought that they were too weak, too simpering, and this little doll was one of
the worst. Her voice rarely above a whisper, her activities during Gym class
barely above average, Coach Smith disliked her, felt that she relied too much
on her cute looks to get by in life.

"Get out of here, Cotter, and quit wasting my time," Coach Smith barked and
turned away.

"No, ma'am," Lindy spoke louder.

"What?" Coach Smith bellowed, and was rewarded by Lindy's flinch.

"You said at Gym class today that anyone could try out, and I've been
practicing, and I want to try out," Lindy defiantly said.

"You won't make the cut, Cotter, go home," Coach Smith said.

"It's Carter, and I'm going to try out," Lindy barked back.

"Fine, what position? Short stop?" Smith sneered.

"Catcher," Lindy said firmly.

"We've already got a catcher," Smith lied.

"You said at Gym that all the positions were open," Lindy argued.

"God, Cutter! Fine, go try out," Coach Smith yelled. "But, you won't make the
team."

Cindy watched in disbelief as Lindy pulled a catcher's mask and glove from her
backpack and squatted down behind home plate. With a wave to her lover, Lindy
easily snagged the first few pitches that Danni hurled at her. Her hands were
so tiny, they barely gripped the large ball, but Lindy easily tossed the ball
back to Danni.

"Potty, you been helping your little friend?" Smith berated the pretty blonde.

"No, Coach, this is the first time I've seen her play. I didn't even know she
wanted to try out," Cindy protested.

"Cutter! Third base!" Coach Smith yelled, sure that Lindy's arm was too weak to
reach.

Lindy hurled the ball to third base, where Bonita stood. Coach Smith was
surprised to hear the loud 'whack' the ball made against Bonita's glove. Bonita
tossed the ball to Danni, who wound up and threw a wild pitch, at least four
feet from its target. Lindy jumped and snagged the ball easily. Again, the ball
made a solid whack as she threw it back to Danni.

"Triple play!" Coach yelled.

Lindy to Janelle to Muriyito Asahi, a pretty little Japanese girl, to Bonita,
and back to Lindy. Danni wound and threw another wild pitch, which Lindy
retrieved easily.

"Potty, get out there and burn a few to that bitch," Coach Smith barked. "Get
her out of here."

Danni was disgruntled as she saw Cindy trot out to the mound, but she
relinquished the ball to her. Cindy wound and hurled the ball at Lindy. She
didn't want to 'burn' Lindy off of the team, but she did want to be pitcher.
Lindy's glove made a solid whack, but Lindy smiled sweetly to Cindy and hurled
the ball back. Cindy's palm burned from the sting. Coach's eyes narrowed to
slits.

"Give me the damned ball, Potty, you're going too easy on her," she barked.

"I'm not, Coach," Cindy protested, but gave Coach the ball and glove.

"Whack!" and Lindy gave Coach's palm a stinging return.

Another whack and Coach waved the small girl to the mound.

"You know how to pitch?" she shouted to the small girl.

"Well, yeah, but I want to be catcher," Lindy protested.

"My team, you play what I tell you," Coach yelled and thrust the pitcher's
glove and the ball at the girl.

The glove was too large, and Lindy had difficulty catching the first few
returns from a thoroughly unhappy Danni. She had a funny little step down
before she released the ball, but the maneuver worked.

"Minolta! Get over there and try to hit a few of her balls!" Coach screamed,
and Muriyito trotted out to home plate.

"Strike one!" Cindy crowed, as Muriyito swung and just missed the ball.

"Shut up, Potty," Coach said.

Lindy was nervous. She didn't want to be the pitcher, she didn't like the
pressure the position generated, and she certainly didn't like the knowledge
that Cindy wanted to be pitcher. She easily struck out the next four girls
Coach sent out to the plate. Coach was simmering by now. She was sure that the
girls were taking sympathy on the small girl, because of her recent shooting
and her still lingering injuries. Finally, she grabbed a bat and strode out to
home plate.

"Strike one!" Cindy laughed out loud.

"Strike two!" Danni smirked up at the beet red Coach.

"Out of there!" Bonita yelled as Coach gave a mighty swing and missed the ball.

"Oh, God, Lindy! You made the team!" Cindy laughed as they slowly walked to
their trucks.

"But, I didn't want to be pitcher!" Lindy wailed.

"But, you're too good not to be, Lindy!" Cindy laughed again.

"But, what about you?" Lindy asked. "You wanted to be the pitcher."

"Yeah, well, left outfield's good enough, ain't it?" Cindy smiled and squeezed
Lindy's hand.

"Muriyito, you got a ride?" Lindy called out to the small Japanese girl.

"No, I take bus," Muriyito cheerfully said.

"Where you live? I'll give you a ride," Cindy offered.

The girl named a street that neither girl recognized, until Lindy realized that
the girl was transposing the 'r' for an 'l' and realized the street was two
blocks away from her father's construction site.

"I'm going right by there, to Leland Avenue, come on," Lindy said.

The small girl sat nervously in the Jeep and cheerfully waved good bye as Lindy
drove away. Lindy's tires squealed as she pulled up to the construction site.
The entire crew came outside to hear the news.

"I made the team!" she yelled, and was rewarded with loud cheers.

"Here's to the new Asbury Avengers catcher," Jake said.

"Pitcher," Lindy corrected.

"Holy cow! Really?" he crowed.

"Yeah, I didn't want to be, but Coach Smith's making me do it," Lindy said
sadly.

"Thank you all for helping me out so much," she called to the men.

"Not so fast, young lady," Jake cheerfully said. "Now, you got to help us out.
We've got a game against Bordelon Builders next Saturday, and we'll need a star
pitcher."

Lindy's batting bemused Coach. The pitchers all seemed to have trouble getting
the ball into her strike zone, she was so low to the ground. Whenever they did,
however, Lindy would connect solidly, often a two base hit, and every now and
then, over the fence.

"Give me the damned ball," she ordered Kay, a fifteen year old freckle faced
red head.

Her first two pitches slid into the dirt. It was a lot harder than she thought
finding Lindy's strike zone. Her next pitch sailed over her head and Lindy
valiantly limped rapidly around the bases.

Muriyito was a little more relaxed as Lindy drove her home.

"So, what you do tonight?" she quietly asked her American friend.

"Not much, really, Cindy's going to Baylor Lake with her family, and Brian's
still working at Rocky's Gym," Lindy admitted. "I guess I'm going to work out
with Daddy's crew, then go home and die."

"You are ill?" Muriyito asked, eyes wide.

"Oh, no, no, I mean, relax, do nothing," Lindy hastened to reassure her. "You
want to come over, spend the night?"

She didn't know why she invited the girl. Really, after two grueling days of
Coach Smith's yelling, and a full two weeks of hurling a softball with her
Daddy's crew, all she wanted to do was take a hot bath, stretch out in her
large bed and watch a few movies. The small oval face lighted up, and Muriyito
ran inside to ask permission. Lindy pulled out her cellular phone and called
her mother. Paula readily gave permission, and Muriyito came out again,
carrying a small bag. She clambered into the car, and she and Lindy roared off
to Leland Avenue.

"Can you hit?" Jake asked.

"Velly good," Muriyito nodded.

"Good, you're my new bookkeeper," Jake smiled.

"Daddy's got a game against Bordelon Builders next Saturday, and he wants to
win," Lindy explained.

Even Jake valiantly tried to participate, but he was less than athletic. His
own daughter easily struck him out, and he good-naturedly accepted the ribbing
of his crew. For their part, they were delighted with the bonus checks in their
envelopes. Mrs. Wilson protested the two hundred-dollar bonus in her own check.

"You earned every penny of it," Jake smiled.

"But, it's too much," she protested.

"Hey, you see that little girl?" Jake pointed to Lindy, who was putting bats
and gloves into the back of the Jeep. "She's on a team, in spite of all of her
setbacks. I didn't get her there. You did."

The slender girl, who was the same height as Lindy, charmed Paula. She did
wrinkle her nose at the two girls, though.

"God, Lindy, you smell worse than a wet dog," she laughed. "Go get cleaned up.
Muriyito, do you eat steak?"

"I do not know. What is it?" the small girl asked.

"Meat," Paula said, not sure if the girl was joking or not.

"Yes, Miss Paura, I eat steak," she said.

Lindy led the girl down the stairs to her bedroom. The Japanese girl's eyes
were wide with wonder at the sheer size of the room, and squealed over the
bathroom. She admired the long vanity and low toilet, the wall of mirrors that
slid aside to reveal Lindy's closet, and the large claw foot tub with its hand
held spigot. Lindy turned on the taps to the tub.

"I need to take a bath, I stink," she explained to the girl.

"That is good," Muriyito said, and pulled her top off.

In her homeland, she was used to public bathing. Lindy was a little nervous,
though. She'd intended for Muriyito to amuse herself in the other room while
she bathed alone. She had no problems bathing in front of Cindy, and Brian had
seen her nude body before, but she was lovers with them. Her two scars from the
shooting, one in her belly, the other just over her breast, began to itch as
she thought of exposing them to someone other than Cindy or Brian. She turned
her back and slowly undressed. She turned around and climbed into the tub.
Muriyito clambered in after her. Lindy could not help but glance at the girl's
slender frame. Her breasts were barely more than swells, but her nipples,
quarter sized, were a deep chocolate color. Her golden skin gleamed in contrast
to Lindy's own very pale skin. Her belly was concave, and her hips were
boyishly slim. A small patch of jet-black pubic hair dotted the top of her
slit, but her entire vulva was visible. Her cunt lips were heavy and pouted out
of the mound. Her buttocks were flat, two boards separated by a thin cleft.
Staring at her heavy pussy lips, Lindy felt her own pussy lips begin to swell.
She quickly averted her eyes and began to lather up her sponge.

"What pletty soap," Muriyito sighed, as she lathered herself up.

She even used the soap to wash her shoulder length dark hair, cut in a bowl
design. Lindy had to laugh when she squealed with delight as Lindy pulled the
hand held nozzle from it's clip, and rinsed her own hair. She handed it to
Muriyito who clumsily rinsed herself, standing up to get her private parts
clean, with no hesitation in front of the other girl. Lindy stifled her groan
as Muriyito parted her legs and allowed the water to sluice around her pussy.
She pulled the plug and both girls got out and toweled themselves off.

"It is cold," Muriyito declared.

"What?" Lindy asked, and blushed from her forehead to her breasts as Muriyito
pointed to Lindy's turgid nipples, at their full inch and a half erect state.

Had she not been so embarrassed, she would have noticed that Muriyito's own
nipples had contracted and hardened to dime sized pebbles. They quickly
dressed, Muriyito in long flowing silk pants and loose silk top, Lindy into
simple tee shirt and warm-up pants. They scrambled up the stairs and entered
the kitchen.

"Much better, now you smell like two little girls should," Paula smiled, and
set the plates on the table. "God, what a lovely pajama set, Muriyito."

It was a bright red, with black designs woven throughout. Muriyito bowed
politely and thanked Paula again for permitting her to visit her home. Jake
smiled at his 'new bookkeeper' and regaled Paula with chatter about his winning
softball team. Paula was still angry with Jake for gambling five thousand
dollars, but she knew this amount would in no way hurt them. She just didn't
like the idea of throwing this money away. She noticed, with some amusement,
that Muriyito, even though obviously full, tried to eat the entire meal. She
put a stop to it, and took the girls' plates to the kitchen.

"I am solly," Muriyito apologized.

"Honey, you have nothing to be sorry for. If you can't eat it all, you can't
eat it all," Paula tried to assure the girl.

"If you put it aside, I will finish it," Muriyito promised.

"Muriyito, it may be considered impolite in your culture to leave food on the
plate, but, in this house, you eat what you can, and leave the rest. I am not
insulted," Paula assured the girl.

"Thank you, Miss Paura," Muriyito bowed.

Lindy and Muriyito went back to Lindy's bedroom. Muriyito was impressed that
Lindy had her own television set, and watched raptly as the images flashed in
front of her wide eyes.

"You got anything you like to watch?" Lindy asked the girl.

"What you wish," Muriyito politely said.

"No, I mean, what's your favorite show? I mean, Providence is coming on, but,
on the satellite, I can catch just about anything you want," Lindy said in
exasperation.

"What you wish," Muriyito politely repeated.

She didn't know why, but Lindy decided to watch what she'd planned to watch if
Muriyito had not come over. Bonita had slipped her a videotape, and told her it
was pretty hot. Knowing Bonita, it would either be a kid's program that she'd
taped as a joke, or extremely hard-core pornography. The blank label gave no
indication of the contents, and she hesitantly pushed it into the tape player.
The title, "Hard Body Softball," flashed on the screen, and Lindy sighed in
slight relief, and disappointment. She wasn't sure how Muriyito would have
handled pornography, but for herself, she was horny and wanted to see some hot
action. Maybe later, when she knew Muriyito better, she'd slip in one of her
own tapes, of hardcore anal action. The women tossed the ball around on the
field. Lindy noticed that most of them were dressed in cut off jean shorts,
ridiculously short, halter-tops or cropped tee shirts. A few pranced around in
miniskirts or nylon running shorts that exposed quite a bit of leg and rump.
The game quickly ended and the girls trotted off field to a locker room. Lindy
looked sidelong at Muriyito, to gauge her reaction when the women stripped down
to bare skin and either lounged around, completely naked, or stepped into the
large shower. The small girl's features showed nothing as she focused on the
screen. The action heated up as woman began to fondle one another in the shower
or on the long benches. The action intensified, and Lindy began to rock on her
haunches, her heel grinding into her pussy through the rough material of her
sweatpants. She looked again at Muriyito, who silently watched one woman work a
slender baseball bat into another woman's cunt. She looked closer at Muriyito,
and noticed that the girl's hands were folded in her lap, clutching and
unclutching.

"I'll turn this off," she offered.

"No!" Muriyito exclaimed loudly then blushed a deep rose. "I mean, I would rike
to watch, if this is fine with you."

"Okay," Lindy laughed in relief.

The film ended in an all out lesbian orgy, and Lindy cursed the shortness of
the tape. A few more moments of rocking on her heel, and she would have
orgasmed. She ejected the tape and turned to Muriyito. The Japanese girl's
hands were no longer visible underneath the loose folds of her top.

"May we see this again?" the girl asked, panting slightly.

"Got a better one," Lindy panted as well, and grabbed her favorite.

It had a mix of straight and lesbian vignettes, all with an anal theme. She
eased the tape in, and sat on the floor next to Muriyito. She wasn't sure if it
was her own excitement, or the other girl's that she smelled. Muriyito sighed
loudly as a well-hung black man roughly fucked a big-breasted blonde up her
ass. The short scene ended with his cock spewing come all over her rounded
buttocks. The same big-breasted blonde was in the next sequence, telling
'Betty,' a silicone brunette, about her anal sex adventure with 'Roger.' Betty
squealed, and asked 'Rhonda' if she'd show her how to do it up the ass. With
that, Rhonda pulled a large strap on dildo from her purse and Betty stripped
off her miniskirt and blouse, to reveal garter belt and stockings, but no bra
or panties. She knelt on hands and knees, spike heel shoes firmly in place as
Rhonda, stripped down to garters, stockings, and equally high-heeled shoes,
strapped the phallus firmly in place and grabbed a tube of lubricant.

"First, we got to get you all wet and ready," she crooned as she slid a greasy
finger into the brunette's rectum.

"Ooh! Uh-huh!" Betty crooned.

"And then we get my big cock all wet," she continued.

"Oh, let me do that!" Betty said, and turned to begin sucking the plastic toy.

"Oh, you suck my cock so good," Rhonda purred. "You like sucking my big fat
cock, don't you?"

"Uh-huh!" Betty murmured.

"Why do they not lemove the stockings?" Muriyito asked.

"I don't know," Lindy shuddered. "I guess because guys find that hot."

She'd been so close to orgasm when Muriyito's query broke into her reverie.

"Hot? Stockings are not hot," Muriyito pondered.

"No, no, sexy. You know, exciting," Lindy giggled.

"Oh!" Muriyito nodded. "They are pletty."

The action on the screen was hot. Rhonda was now pumping the phallus deeply
into Betty's rectum and the camera angles keep shifting from a side view to a
view directly behind the two women, which clearly showed the large toy plunging
in and out of Betty's stretched anus. Not for the first time, Lindy wondered
how they managed to never get any brown streaks on the actors' cocks, or the
plastic toys the women used on each other. Whenever she and Brian had anal sex,
even if she'd emptied her bowels beforehand, there were still traces of her
shit along the length of Brian's cock. Or, on the carrots she and Cindy used on
each other's clutching rectums. She shivered when she thought of plunging a
carrot deep into her girlfriend's hot, rounded ass, then eating the offensive
vegetable. She knew it was nasty when she and Cindy did that, but somehow, that
made it all the more exciting.

"Yes, velly pletty," Muriyito sighed.

Lindy wanted to laugh as she realized that Muriyito had just brought herself to
orgasm. She'd not been able to do it herself; not having the loose top to hide
her furtive fingers underneath, but the built up excitement was giving her a
rush. She looked at Muriyito, who did not avert her attention from the screen.
Nor did her hands come back into view. With a shrug, Lindy also looked at the
screen. Betty was now with 'Jim,' and describing in full detail what she and
Rhonda had just done. Jim stripped off his shirt and jeans, after kicking his
shoes into the corner. Betty peeled off her clothing again, and the two kissed.

"He does not wear his shoes and stockings, why does she?" Muriyito asked.

"I don't know," Lindy shrugged.

She'd almost been ready to shove her hand into the waistband of her sweatpants
when Muriyito's query distracted her. She leaned forward slightly, so that her
tee shirt billowed over her waist, and furtively slid a hand into the
waistband. She parted her dripping lips and grasped her hard clitoris between
her thumb and forefinger.

"Do you have such stockings?" Muriyito asked.

"Yes," Lindy gasped as her orgasm was interrupted.

"They must rook velly pletty," Muriyito murmured as Jim was roughly pounding
his large cock in and out of Betty's jiggling ass. "You have pletty figure."

"Would you like to see?" Lindy asked. She got to unsteady feet and wobbled to
her bathroom. Once inside, she dropped her pants to the floor and rapidly
rubbed herself to a real orgasm. Then she stripped off her tee shirt and
rummaged around for her black garter belt and black hose. Just as she was
pulling the second stocking on, a thought came to her, and she rummaged around
for the red belt and the other black stockings. Clad in just garters and
stockings, she made her grand entrance. Her nipples were fully erect, and her
pussy lips were fully swollen and visibly wet as she entered her bedroom.
Muriyito pulled her eyes from the scene of Jim 'thanking' Rhonda for showing
Betty the thrills of ass fucking, by fucking Rhonda's bounding ass. Her eyes
lighted.

"Oh, velly pletty!" she sighed.

"Here, you try them on," Lindy said, and handed the red garters to Muriyito.

With excited fingers, Muriyito peeled her pants off, and eagerly tried to pull
the garter belt on. Lindy's fingers shook as she helped her new friend pull the
garter belt into proper position. Then she squatted on the floor while Muriyito
sat on the edge of the bed, and rolled the stockings up her slim legs. The
heavy smell of Muriyito's arousal was strong as her head came close to
Muriyito's crotch. She attached the clips to the stockings, and sat back.
Muriyito admired her own legs, and readily complied when Lindy requested that
she remove the full top. Her small dark nipples were wrinkled in arousal, and
Lindy led her into the bathroom where she could view herself in the wall of
mirrors.

"And, with these, it is better in the bottom than in flont?" Muriyito asked.

"What?" Lindy puzzled. "Rike on the terevision, how they do it in the bottom
and not in the flont," Muriyito tried to explain.

"Oh!" Lindy finally realized what the girl was asking. "No, stockings don't
make it better up the ass rather than the pussy. Both are real nice, with or
without stockings."

"You have done it in the bottom? And the flont?" Muriyito asked, eyes wide with
surprise and delight.

"Well, yeah," Lindy admitted. "You?"

"Oh, no, I have had no chance," Muriyito sadly admitted.

"You want to?" Lindy dared to ask.

Muriyito looked at her for a moment, then shyly nodded her head yes. Lindy
grabbed her hand and led her back into the bedroom. She eased the slender girl
onto the bed and lay down next to her. Their first kiss was hesitant, but
Muriyito warmed up quickly, thrusting her tongue into Lindy's mouth and sucking
ravenously on Lindy's tongue.

Lindy felt an enormous stab of guilt. She'd never been unfaithful to Cindy,
with another girl. She knew, also, if Cindy were right there in the room, she'd
never look twice at Muriyito, not as anything more than a girl on the softball
team. Cindy had been so loving, so supportive, and when a jealous girl shot
Lindy, Cindy had been a constant vigil at the hospital. And, just because she
was spending the weekend at Captain Sam's cabin, Lindy was cheating on her. She
tried to pull away, but the other girl held fast to her. After another feeble
attempt, she surrendered and fervently grasped Muriyito's flat buttocks.

"Ah, yes! You do in bottom," Muriyito gasped as Lindy's fingertips grazed her
tightly wrinkled anus.

Lindy eased the small girl onto her stomach, and pried the buttocks apart. With
trembling tongue, she laved spittle around the winking opening, then speared
her deeply.

"Ah, yes! You rick bottom," Muriyito ordered.

Lindy pulled her tongue out of Muriyito's spicy anal cavity, and jammed a
finger, wetted from Muriyito's dripping pussy, deep into the girl's bowels. A
second and a third finger joined the first finger as Lindy sucked a swollen
pussy lip into her mouth and began to suck hard on the fragrant flesh. Muriyito
gasped and groaned as a fourth finger was worked into her tight anus, and
Lindy's tongue stabbed at her throbbing clitoris. Lindy sucked the clitoris,
easily two inches long, yet pencil thin, into her mouth, and tugged at it while
battering it with her tongue. Muriyito barely had the presence of mind to
stifle her loud scream of orgasm with one of Lindy's big fluffy pillows. Her
second orgasm caused her to buck frantically, as Lindy's four fingers fucked
hard in and out of her aching rectum, and Lindy lightly chewed on her fat cunt
lips and long clitoris.

"Aiyee! You stop now!" Muriyito begged.

Lindy slowly spat Muriyito's fleshy lips out, and eased her fingers out,
wiggling them as she went. Her ass fucking fingers were surprisingly clean of
any anal traces, but she lovingly licked them clean anyway, savoring the rough
and tangy taste. Muriyito rolled over and groaned a mixture of pain from her
stretched anus, and pleasure from Lindy's cuntal ministrations.

"I do your bottom now?" she wheezed.

"You want to?" Lindy asked.

"Oh, yes, Rindy, I do your bottom now," Muriyito eagerly begged.

Lindy lay on her belly and spread her legs wide. She never realized it, but
with the stockings on, she felt sexy, wanton. She took in a deep breath as
Muriyito's small hands pushed her large globes apart. She let the breath out
slowly as a small hot tongue slithered over her clutching anus. The touches
were too delicate for her liking, but she stifled the urge to push her hips
back, to thrust into Muriyito's face. After a maddening length of time, a
finger worming into her backside rewarded her. Slowly, in and out, then a
second finger joined the first. She was being tormented by Muriyito's slow,
deliberate movements, and sighed in frustration and pleasure as a third finger
finally eased into her bowels. Her first orgasm welled up as she rubbed her
clitoris against the sheets of her bed, and Muriyito abruptly pulled out the
three fingers, then rammed four fingers back in. Lindy stuffed her face into a
pillow and screamed. The soft tongue lapped at her pussy lips, then tiny teeth
gripped her throbbing button, and the four fingers fucked in and out of her.
With a loud grunt, she felt Muriyito's entire fist work into her insides, to
halfway down the Japanese girl's forearm. The hand slowly pulled out, and Lindy
bucked and screamed into the pillow as another orgasm racked through her.
Muriyito did not ease up, though, and Lindy tried to crawl away from the
relentless orgasms that slammed into her intestines.

"No more! Please, stop!" she screamed into the pillow, but Muriyito began to
work her other hand into Lindy's quivering cunt.

She came to with Muriyito's hot mouth and tiny teeth tugging savagely at one of
her nipples. When she tried to pull Muriyito's head away, she was rewarded by a
sharp bite to the sensitive flesh. Repeated wiggles and attempts were greeted
with similar ferocious bites, and finally Lindy grabbed between Muriyito's legs
and sharply yanked on the girl's clitoris. When Muriyito opened her mouth to
scream, Lindy wormed out from under her. Muriyito smiled sweetly at her gasping
friend.

"You are so pletty. I rike doing you in bottom and flont," she murmured.

Despite her discomfort, Lindy had to smile.

"I rike, like doing you in bottom and front, too," she admitted. "But, Murry,
stop means stop. No more, okay? When I say stop, stop."

"Okay!" Muriyito smiled.

Lindy had to smile again. Muriyito pronounced the work 'Oh KAY!'

"Your movie is finished. We watch another?" Muriyito asked.

Lindy looked at the clock. It was only ten o'clock. She nodded and found
another one. This one was just straight sex. Hopefully it would give Muriyito
no ideas. Her anus and cunt ached and throbbed. They cuddled up on the bed and
watched well-endowed men thrust into buxom women's various orifices. They slept
until eight thirty, when Jake pounded on the door of the bedroom.

"Hey, you two! Breakfast!" he yelled down.

Muriyito kept the garter belt and stockings on underneath her pajamas. Lindy
smiled as she struggled out of hers and into her tee shirt and sweatpants.

Cindy listened in disbelief, then slammed the telephone down on Lindy, as Lindy
confessed her infidelity. She cried anguished tears and refused to answer the
telephone. How could Lindy betray her like this? She'd never even been
attracted to another girl until Lindy had come into her bedroom and lovingly,
tenderly touched and kissed her. One weekend. She was out of town one weekend,
and Lindy found another girl to fuck.

Monday, she turned her back on Lindy's repeated attempts to speak to her. The
softball field was an exercise in self-control as she watched her former best
friend, and that little slant eyed cunt frolic with the other teammates.
Whenever she retrieved a ball from left field, she'd try to hit Lindy with the
ball. When it was her turn to bat, she sent a screaming drive right at Lindy.
The smaller girl, never athletic before, easily snagged it, and tossed it to
first base, well in advance of Cindy. She simmered as Coach Smith praised and
encouraged Lindy. When Lindy sat down next to her in the dugout, Cindy
pointedly got up and moved to another spot. Lindy finally grabbed her by her
truck.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

It was so hard to look into Lindy's dark eyes and still hold her icy resolve,
but somehow Cindy managed to do it. She turned away so that Lindy couldn't see
her own quivering lips or tearing eyes.

"Yeah, well, it's a little late for that, Belinda," she snapped, and climbed
into her truck.

She knew that the use of her given name would cut. She couldn't gloat, however,
as she glimpsed the sobbing girl in her rearview mirror. A few blocks away, she
pulled into an empty driveway as sobbed, head down on the steering wheel.
Finally, she was able to see through the tears, and drove home. She showered,
and climbed out. Opening her drawer, she came across one of Lindy's bras, left
behind when they'd both gotten a little too passionate in their lovemaking, and
Lindy couldn't stand the rough material rubbing against her tortured nipples.
Fresh tears welled up as Cindy found a pair of her lover's underwear, the sexy
red ones. The telephone rang, and she answered it without checking the caller
identification box.

"Cindy?" Jake Carter's voice boomed out.

"Yes, sir," Cindy sniffed.

"What's wrong? Got a cold?" Jake asked.

"Um, I think I'm catching one," Cindy lied.

"Well, get over it quick," Jake ordered. "I need you in a softball game this
Saturday. At Gumbel Park, one o'clock, you be there?"

"What? Why?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, Bordelon thinks he can beat my crew at softball, and I plan to mop his fat
ass up. But, Lindy says you're one hell of a hitter, and a great fielder and I
want every extra edge I can get. I've already got Lindy, and Miti, Muffy, that
little Japanese kid, whatever her name is."

"Muriyito," Cindy sniffed in anger.

"That's it," Jake laughed. "Murry something. Can I count on you?"

"Yes, sir," Cindy smiled sadly.

She may be angry at Lindy, hurt was more the word for it, but Mr. Carter and
Mrs. Carter had never done anything to hurt her, and she genuinely liked them.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, and by Friday's end, Cindy had turned the cold
shoulder into an art form. She also didn't want to push Lindy too far away, in
case she ever forgave her, so she made sure to wear enticing clothing, to keep
Lindy's attention. The practice field was the only place she would even talk to
Lindy, and it was strictly teammate to teammate. She had to admire Lindy's
batting, though. Through constant drills, Coach Smith soon had almost every one
of Lindy's hits sailing over the fence. Janelle stood dejectedly and retrieved
them.

Cindy sauntered out onto the softball field of Gumbel Park, wearing cut off
jean shorts and a tight tee shirt with no bra. Her long blonde hair was tied
back into two ponytails, very 'little girl,' and she smiled sweetly at some of
the men's heads she was turning. She glared openly at Muriyito and coolly
nodded to Lindy. She had to admit, though, Lindy did look good in her own cut
off jeans and men's long sleeve shirt, worn loosely. The shirt hung down so
long, it looked as if she wore nothing underneath. Her long hair was pulled
over her left shoulder, and Cindy realized with a lurch, it was to hide Lindy's
damaged ear. She wanted to bare the ear, kiss it tenderly, and let her know
that the look of it didn't frighten her off. Muriyito looked cute as well, in
simple jeans and tee shirt.

"All right, Carter, who the hell is that?" Bob Bordelon demanded as he watched
Cindy's long legged journey across the field.

"That? That's my painter," Jake said with an absolute straight face.

"That's your painter? Goddamn! How you get any work done when she's around?"
Bob exclaimed.

"One handed, mostly," Jake smiled.

"You boys ready to play ball?" Judge Jim Bennett, the umpire of the game asked.

With a handshake, both owners loped off the field. An earlier coin toss had
determined that Carters Cutters would bat first, Bordelons Bombers second.

"Cindy, you go first," Jake ordered. "Then Mike, Benny, Mrs. Wilson, and I'll
figure out the lineup as we go."

To many whistles and catcalls, Cindy sashayed to home plate. She smirked as she
faced the Bombers pitcher, Bobby Bordelon. She'd dated him one time, for
Homecoming, and thoroughly humiliated him. She was going to enjoy humiliating
him out here, too.

He wound up, and as he released the ball, Cindy dropped the bat and raced for
first base. An astonished catcher dropped the ball, and she easily loped to
second base before he recovered the ball and turned to the umpire.

"She can't do that!" he yelled.

"Steal first? The hell she can't!" Jim laughed.

Mike bobbled the ball to the shortstop for an easy out, and Bobby had to keep
an eye on Cindy, who kept threatening to steal to third base. Benny knocked a
screaming grounder that brought Cindy home and him to second base before the
outfield could snag it. A large Mrs. Wilson sauntered out to bat.

"Hey, lard ass, how you going to run around the bases?" the catcher jeered.

She swung and knocked the ball over the fence. She turned and looked at the
catcher.

"I don't run, I walk," she smirked and trotted around the plates.

Muriyito trotted out to bat.

"Hey, slant eyes, is it true that gook pussy is slanted too?" the catcher
heckled.

"Hey, Michael, that's enough," Jim warned.

"You ask your mother? Her face between my regs enough to know," Muriyito easily
said, and whacked the ball to center field. She only made it to first base
though.

"She got you there," Jim laughed. "You boys aren't doing too good today, are
you?" Noel struck out, then Tack went down as well, and the Cutters took the
field. Bob and a few of the other Bombers hooted as they saw Lindy take the
mound. Mrs. Wilson squatted down behind the plate, and Bobby Bordelon strutted
out to bat.

"Hey, Lindy! Need a box to stand on?" he jeered. "Still sucking boys dicks in
the bathroom?" Mrs. Wilson asked as Lindy fired a whistling strike across the
plate.

"Mrs. Wilson, that's enough," Jim laughed as he called out "Strike!"

"Strike two! Strike three!" and Bobby walked slowly to the bleachers.

Michael, the catcher, came out, swinging his bat. He hunkered down low and
prepared to knock the hide off of the ball.

"How long your wife been a lesbian?" Mrs. Wilson asked him.

"Strike one!" Jim laughed as Michael glared at Mrs. Wilson. "Mrs. Wilson,
that's enough."

He grunted as he swung and missed Lindy's next pitch.

"That would have been a Ball," Mrs. Wilson told him as Jim called out "Strike
two!"

He missed Lindy's next volley, and he muttered obscenities under his breath as
he stormed back to his bleachers. Bob Bordelon himself came out and prepared to
do battle.

"Incest is a sin in the eyes of the Lord," Mrs. Wilson told him.

"What!" Bob screamed as Jim called out "Strike one!"

"I'm just saying," her big black face beamed up from behind the catcher's mask.

He caught the edge of the ball, and Muriyito, at short stop, caught it and the
Cutters ran off the field.

"God, honey, you're terrific," Jake laughed as Lindy came to the bench. "Now,
get out there and knock the ball out of the park." Bobby smirked as he saw the
diminutive girl pick up a bat and amble to home plate.

"So, how's pussy taste?" Michael asked her.

"Michael, I'm about to throw you out of the game," Jim warned.

"A lot better than sucking shit off your boyfriend's dick, I'll bet," Lindy
whispered.

"Ball!" Jim called.

"Throw her out of the game, why don't you?" Michael complained.

"Ball two!" was the next call.

"What? That was a strike!" Bobby and Michael both screamed.

"It was nowhere near her strike zone," Jim calmly told them.

Ball three was uncontested, as it hit the dirt just before home plate. Bobby
and the rest of the Bombers watched as Lindy's solid hit sailed lazily over the
back fence, and she limped around the bases.

"Get off the fucking mound, you stupid little shit!" Bob screamed at his son in
front of everyone.

He took the mound, and to his chagrin, walked Jake Carter with just four
pitches. Little Benny, no relationship to Benny, brought Jake to third, himself
to second and Bob managed to strike Brian Jacobson out. He watched as Cindy
came out and made a big show of pulling her shorts out of the crack of her
rounded buttocks. The show was just as much for Lindy's benefit as to distract
the pitcher. She'd actually spoken briefly with Lindy before coming out to bat.
"So, did she spend the night last night?" she hissed bitterly.

"Yes," Lindy quietly admitted.

"Fucking whore," Cindy growled under her breath.

"But, I wished it was you," Lindy sniffed.

"Well, too fucking bad, Belinda," Cindy huffed. Bob watched her warily as she
feinted a few times that she would run to first again. Three Balls and his
fourth pitch headed straight for his head. He ducked, and Jake dove for Home.
Mike stepped up and Cindy raced for second base before Bob could react. She
smiled sweetly at him as he glared at her. Mike caught a corner of the ball and
Little Benny made it Home and Cindy waved sweetly from third base. Benny
strolled out, and made a show of yawning with boredom. His bouncing drive was
caught and he and Mike were tagged out, but not before Cindy raced across Home.
The Bombers trudged off of the field and Lindy only gave up one hit, one that
was easily snagged, and Tack tagged the runner at second. Noel struck out
again, and Tack barely made it to first base. Mrs. Wilson picked up her bat and
ambled out to bat. Bob walked her to first, Tack to second base, and Muriyito
trotted out. She shrugged as Bob actually struck her out, and Lindy trotted
out. Bob saw red when the little girl blew a bubble with the wad of gum she had
in her mouth.

"Ball!" Jim called as the ball bobbled into the dirt.

"Ball two!" Jim called out, as the next one was at least five feet wide.

Lindy caught the edge of Bob's next wild pitch, and Jim declared it foul. Bob
was sweating bullets in the heat and under the pressure. He reared back and
threw as hard as he could.

"Ball three!" Jim called out as Lindy ducked the wild pitch.

"Ball four!" and Bob had loaded bases.

Jake picked up the bat and trotted out to Home. Bob glared at him and hurled a
pitch.

"Strike one!" Jim called out.

"So, how's your daughter in bed?" Michael asked.

"Michael, that's it! Get out of the game!" Jim bellowed.

"You rove Rindy?" Muriyito quietly asked Cindy.

"With all my heart," Cindy sniffled.

"I berieve me too," Muriyito confessed. "But, she rove you more."

Bobby squatted down behind Home plate. Bob glared at his son, and hurled the
ball with all of his bulk behind it. Jake went down in a cloud of dust.

"Daddy!" Lindy cried and limped as fast as her little legs would carry her.

"Mr. Carter!" Cindy screamed and raced to where the groaning man lay.

The rest of the team raced out, and watched as Lindy held her father's head in
her lap and cried. He tried to smile at the concerned crowd, but all that came
out was a grimace of pain as the knot on his head swelled. One of the few
spectators came out on the field with a cup of ice, and Cindy used Mr.
Bordelon's cellular phone to call an ambulance. She squatted down next to Lindy
who was holding her father's head, and put her arm around the shaking girl's
waist.

The doctor confirmed that, although it looked nasty, Jake would be alright. A
hell of a headache for a few days, but he'd be fine.

Lindy, Cindy, and Muriyito sat in the small coffee shop of the hospital.

"I not come between you," Muriyito declared.

"I'm so sorry, Cindy," Lindy sniffled. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I'm sorry too," Cindy murmured, and squeezed Lindy's hand. "Your daddy's going
to stay here tonight?"

"Yeah, they want to observe him for a few hours," Lindy smiled slightly.
"Mommy's going to stay with him."

"So, you'll be all alone?" Cindy smiled playfully.

"Not arone, I be there," Muriyito reminded them.

"You want to come over?" Lindy asked her hopefully.

"You want me to?" Cindy asked, hopefully.

"Yes!" both Lindy and Muriyito said in unison.

"Hey, Mr. Carter," Mrs. Wilson's face beamed as she and the men tramped into
the small room.

"Hey, team!" he tried to boom, but it came out a croak.

"Get this shit! I run into Hoffmeyer downstairs, you know, Hoffmeyer's
Hardware, and he say his team beat ours." Mrs. Wilson crowed.

"What'd you tell him?" Jake asked.

"Oh, Jake! Really!" Paula exclaimed.

"Told him be at Gumbel next Saturday, and have his lips ready to kiss my big
black ass," Mrs. Wilson laughed.

"Well, then, I guess practice starts Monday," Jake smiled, and the crew eagerly
agreed.

Judge Jim Bennett ruled that Bob had to pay up, the final score was eight to
nothing, as Bob's walking Jake would have brought a runner home. Bob grudgingly
paid it, and challenged the Carter Cutters to a rematch. Jim told them both
that they'd have to find another umpire, it was too stressful for his taste.
The crew was delighted with the extra five hundred apiece in their pay
envelopes, and Cindy, Lindy, and Muriyito agreed to save theirs up for a week-
long romp at the beach during the summer break.

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