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Basking in the afterglow of our encounter on the river bank, Dawn and I strolled back to the softball diamonds. We slowly approached our teammates, who were already warming up for the next game. Jill spotted us first, frantically waving us over like a base coach sending a running home as we made our way to the diamond our game would be on.
"Man, you two really have Mark going nuts. He's been freaking out. It's almost game time."
I shrugged my shoulders, too happy about what just happened and how I was feeling about myself to really care about a softball game. I mean, I would never deliberately let Mark down, but getting my life back on track was a little bigger in my eyes.
"Sorry, we kind of lost track of time," Dawn said, grabbing her glove out of her bag.
"Well, I'll go tell Mark you're here. You two better warm up."
"I don't think Dawn can get any warmer than she was a couple of minutes ago. In fact, she was pretty fucking hot!"
"You were pretty hot too, lover!"
Jill covered her mouth again, but the sparkle in her eyes struck us both.
Mark must have saw us, because he came running back from the utility building, where he had been making calls to see if he could drum up players in case we had ditched him. He started to get on us, like any good coach or manager would. But Dawn scolded him.
"Mark, you know very well that Neil and I would never do that to you. But I don't think it's any secret that this is turning into a special weekend for the two of us; and it's not just about softball. So cut us some fucking slack, will ya! We'll be here for every game, on time. But in between, we want to be left alone. Okay?"
"Fine, Dawn. I'm sorry if you think I overreacted. I just wish you would have had the courtesy of give me that little speech before you left. What would you do if you were in my shoes!"
Dawn felt bad and said, "You're right, Mark. I'm sorry too. But now you know. We won't be late, and we'll try to be here a little earlier next time."
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The game was over before it started, really. Mark was pitching great, and he had a great defense behind him. Anyone that knows the game will tell you that pitching and defense usually wins. Dawn and I had really gelled on the field and off. It was amazing that I would always know where she was on the field, even when I wasn't looking at her.
During the game, I had a ball hit in a spot where I had to make a blind play. A shot in the hole to short made me backhand the ball. I spun and threw knowing Dawn would be there at second, stretching for my throw like a first baseman.
Then there was the play where I didn't expect her to be there, and she was. It was amazing. There was a soft little blooper hit right behind the bag at second, and a runner was at third with one out. I was going to catch it, but I was running away from the bag, so there was no way I was going to be able to stop to make a throw. As I was looking up to make the catch over my shoulder, I heard Dawn.
"ON YOUR RIGHT, LOVER!"
That second, I knew what she wanted me to do. Even though I was looking in the air to catch the ball, I could tell from the direction of her voice where she was and which way she was heading. She'd been playing deep for the left-handed hitter. She must have run straight back as soon as the ball was hit, anticipating that I would make the catch. She judged where she needed to be in relation to me, so she was running a pattern so that we would intersect going in opposite directions. I caught the ball and blindly flipped it to my right as I ran toward the outfield. I turned to see her catch my lateral barehanded and fire it home.
Jill caught the ball on the fly and tagged the runner trying to tag up. He was out by five steps.
"Nice catch," Dawn said as she slapped my ass.
I was tempted to fondle something of my own, but I just said, "Nice throw, lover. That was unbelievable."
"Isn't it great to be able to trust your partner!" she said. Those words could have been meant off the field as well as on it. But she was right. It was great to be able to trust someone again.
We sat on the bench after that play, silently lost in our own thoughts. She was practically sitting on top of me.
"If we score two runs, and this one is over," she said, stating it like it was a challenge, and alluding to another mercy rule win.
"What are you saying?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"The sooner we end the game, the more time for us lover."
Mark had switched the batting lineup for the game, moving me up to bat third behind Dawn, and she was going to be up second in the inning. The leadoff guy made an out, but Dawn hit her first pitch for a double. When I came up to bat, I was floored by what happened next. It was no secret to most of our team by then that Dawn and I were becoming an item, for the lack of a better way to put it. But we weren't necessarily broadcasting it. That was, until Dawn yelled at the top of her lungs.
"HEY LOVER! END THIS GAME AND I'LL GIVE YOU A BIG SURPRISE AT HOME PLATE!"
I've never been a power hitter. I hit hard line drives. So, if I've hit home runs in softball, it's been hitting a gap and being able to fly around the bases. But I could hit the ball to all fields, and the fields where we were playing had no fences. I had been pulling the ball all during the tournament, because I do have more power that way.
Walking up to the plate, I looked at the outfield. The right fielder was a girl who was a really good hitter, and she had a good arm, but she wasn't very fast. She was cheating in because of where I'd been hitting the ball, thinking I would pull it to left field again. Instead I waited for a pitch outside and ripped it to right. It hit fair just inside the line and rolled forever.
Dawn squealed happily and started clapping as she saw the ball land past the outfielder, knowing there was no way they were going to get me out before I reached home. She took off, and I raced around trying to catch her, knowing I couldn't. As I rounded third base to head home, she was standing just behind the plate, having already crossed it. She had her hands up in the air; the traditional signal that I didn't have to slide in order to be safe. She also had her sports bra and jersey pulled up over her tits, flashing me and everybody else on the field.
I ran as hard as I could to reach her, and as I crossed the plate, I reached down and picked her up. She squealed again like a little girl as I buried my head between those big mammaries, shaking my head and slobbering all over them.
I put her down, and her eyes were blazing, turning a new shade between gray and blue that I'd never seen before. She pulled her jersey down, leaving her bra up over them. Grabbing my hand, she squealed again. "Come on, we only have an hour before our next game!"
"Ninety minutes, lover. Remember, we ended ours early."
"Oh shit, let's go then!"
We grabbed our stuff and we ran to the car, her big tits bouncing all the way.
I handed the keys to Dawn.
"Your turn to drive."
"Why?"
"Because I can't shift and finger your pussy at the same time."
Her eyes got wide and she jumped into the driver's seat. She put the car on gear and practically raced out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where we were going, but she did. I played with her mound through her shorts. With the sliding shorts, and the thick fabric of the softball shorts, nothing I did really had an impact physically. But psychologically, she was being stimulated. I moved my hand slowly, and put pressure where I knew it would at least have some sort of positive effect.
