First Inning
First part of a nine part series! This one was really tough to categorize -- you're going to find almost everything eventually: masturbation, exhib, group sex, reluctance, cheating, girl/girl, oral, some light BDSM, first time, even a bit of romance... Eventually I gave up and slotted it in Erotic Couplings, the liberal arts degree of Lit.
As always, everyone is over the age of 18. Hope you enjoy!
"Fuck her, fuck that, and fuck you!" Julia screamed into her phone. I guessed it wasn't good news.
"Jim's out," she told me, hanging up the cell. Her long brown hair, usually kept well controlled in a ponytail, was escaping at all ends. She blew a wisp out of her eyes and sighed, exasperated.
"Jim's out of what?" I asked, "Out of milk? Out of ideas? Out at third? Help me out here."
"Out of the trip," Julia said, "Fucking pussy."
Myself, my high school buddy Jim, and Julia, my current college roommate -- baseball fanatics all -- were supposed to be leaving the next morning for a roadtrip across the Midwest. We'd been planning it for months. Seven cities and six ballgames over ten days.
But losing Jim meant we had to forfeit. Even if we managed to scalp his extra tix online, we still couldn't afford to split the trip only two ways. Cancelling wouldn't save our finances, either -- just ruin our summer.
Julia stood there, dressed in her usual tomboy t-shirt and jeans, chewing her lip at me like I'd just blown her big game. And of course, because I'm me, I couldn't help but think how hot she looked in that moment. We'd been living together for almost a year and been friends since freshman orientation. Even though we'd been slotted into the 'just friends' lineup long ago, I'd always appreciated her abilities.
Julia was a very pretty girl, athletic, with haunting green eyes -- a ninety-nine MPH fastball of a woman that made you forget her lack of curves. Julia and I were both high school athletes, both loved baseball (and video games, and fried meats), but we'd always been buddies and nothing more. I guess sometimes things just work out that way.
But I was still a guy and sometimes that lithe body and perky smile kinda got to me. Or maybe it was easier to perv on my roommate than it was to face the awful truth that our dream trip had just gone full-on nightmare.
"So, what, he just up and dropped us?" I asked.
"Pretty much. Something came up," Julia said this in 'Jim voice,' which basically meant she just used a deeper register and sounded dumb. "Tell Ben I'm sorry that I'm a massive asshat."
"He said that?"
"Close enough."
I let out a sigh. More of a growl. Julia held her hand up in supplication, her cute midwestern twang breaking through as she talked.
"He offered a... well, he called it a peace offering. I think it's a stupid idea. But... Well, maybe?"
*
First, the good news. Jim had a way to fill his spot and, in fact, make the whole thing even cheaper for me and Julia. That was also the bad news.
"He invited his sister to go in his place," Julia said.
"Kelsey?" I remembered Kelsey. At 18 years old, she was three years younger than Julia and me. Skinny -- scrawny, really. Coke bottle glasses. Always buried in a book. Super smart, super quiet. I didn't remember her being much of a baseball fan though.
"She's not," Julia said. She'd finally calmed down enough to stop pacing and sit next to me on the couch. I could smell her hair -- peaches and cardamom. "I guess the idea of a road trip appealed? Jim said she was game, whatever that implies. I get the feeling he's making it up to her in twenty dollar bills."
"Well, I guess that's..." I was trying to be open minded.
"There's a catch -- Kelsey doesn't want to go alone. She barely remembers you, doesn't know me at all, and the thought of being cooped up in a car with two strangers kind of freaks her out. And their parents wouldn't agree to it that way anyway. I guess they think we're going to force feed her drugs or abandon her in Canada or something."
"Man, you hook one Quebecois into heroin, the reputation never goes away."
"That's not funny, Ben. Anyway, if we bring Kelsey, we have to bring her friend. Some other chick named Sarah. A freshman at Rutgers. I guess they were best buds in high school?"
I didn't remember any girls hanging out at Jim's house with his little sister, but then I didn't really remember much about Kelsey at all. It hardly mattered. Either we brought the girls or we cancelled the trip. Jim told Julia that both girls were willing to pay their own way. They'd be in charge of getting the extra, fourth ticket at each ballpark. As to the hotel rooms well, I figured we'd just squeeze?
Squeezing. That was the other thing I hadn't thought about. But by the time we put two and two together, we'd already agreed to save our baseball trip and bring both girls along.
*
We met early in the morning in an empty Wal Mart parking lot. The sun was still bluish and cold. Our cars faced each other, like getting ready for a showdown. Jim opened his door first and waved, but stayed by the car. That was probably for the best -- Julia had been a brown belt in high school and had already told me several times what my old friend could expect if he got within arm's reach.
Julia and I got out of the car and stood there, mirroring Jim. Did I have to throw over a bag of cash before he'd release the hostages?
Then Jim turned and opened the back door. A pair of tan legs swung out, followed by a woman. Kelsey's friend, Sarah.
Oh my God. Kelsey's friend, Sarah!
She had a real 'girl next door' face -- just pretty enough to break your heart. Brown hair that ran like rivulets down her back, a cute, round nose and thick, almost perfectly kissable lips. But it wasn't her face that got me going. Oh no.
This woman was voluptuous. I don't mean fat, though I bet some idiot boyfriend had told her that once. She was big in all the right places. If that meant that Sarah wasn't wasp waisted I mean, who cares when the nest is full of so much sweet, sweet honey.
Large breasts bulged out from under a light blue dress like they were staging a breakout. Her rounded hips and prominent bottom were doing the same in the other direction. The dress she was wearing was sleeveless, revealing long brown arms and nice, shapely legs. This wasn't a couple of nice features and a good face. This girl was the total package, forcing the blood to rush right out of my head and straight into my... head.
Holy fucking fuck.
I was going to be spending nearly nine days cooped up in a car with
that.
I immediately and completely forgave Jim for ditching us. Jeez, if he'd just told us he was going to switch himself out for
Sarah
, I would have begged him to. This was like the chef substituting your ground chuck with filet mignon.
Then the other back door opened.
Ever since Julia told me Kelsey was coming with us I'd kept trying to picture what Jim's little sister would look like. All I could come up with was the human equivalent of skim milk. The woman who stepped out of Jim's back seat, though? She was cream, all the way.
Kelsey was tall with dirty blonde, poker-straight hair that dangled down to her shoulders. Her signature glasses were gone, revealing deep blue eyes that seemed to shine across the parking lot. She was still thin, but no longer skinny or awkward -- the difference between a pencil-sketched stick figure and a masterwork oil painting. She had on a pink cami with a pair of super short cutoffs and it all came together like fucking magic.
If Sarah had made me feel warm in all the right places, then Kelsey nearly singed my skin right off. These women were gorgeous. Incredible.
I looked over at Julia as if to say 'dude, are you checking this out?' My roommate was straight as far as I knew, but sometimes she was such a boy I'd forget and treat her like one of the guys. I raised my eyebrows, suggestively. Julia just frowned.
"I know -- look at all that luggage!" Clearly we were not on the same wavelength.
The girls came over and introduced themselves. I knew Kelsey already, of course, but took the opportunity to steal a hug. Her breasts weren't nearly as prodigious as those of her friend's, but they pressed into my chest nicely, all the same. Next to the Himalayas, even the Alps look like hills.
I settled for a handshake with Sarah. Her eyes were so deep and caramel she'd make a candy bar blush. I wanted to feel more than her hands, of course, but the hug with Kelsey had already awakened my slumbering snake and I figured the distance was probably safer for everyone.
Jim waved goodbye to all four of us in a way that seemed both wistful and dubious, then peeled out of the parking lot like he had a hot date to get to.
