Squeeze Play

[chanaud]

Closed for a certain baseball fan!

It was a typical hot summer day in Jacksonville, Florida. The sun was high and hazy, threatening to burn any bare skin walking into the old ball park to see the new batch of boys of summer, also known as the “Jacksonville Suns”. Only the slight periodic breeze from the Atlantic Ocean made the afternoon bearable.

“Hey Susie,” one of the players jumped up against the back wall.

A tall, blonde dressed in a bright blue camisole with the Jacksonville yellow and red sun in the middle smiled brightly and leaned over to him.

“Good to see ya, Duncan. When’d you get in?”

“Late last night. I woulda called ya, but I didn’t wanna wake up your sister.”

The girl giggled. “Annie sleeps like a log.”

“Give me a kiss for good luck,” the player dared.

She leaned in over the wall, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply, drawing the crowd to stand and cheer. The boys on the field stopped playing. They whistled and called out, “Me next, Susie. I wanna kiss too.”

Except for the second baseman. He glanced over the spectacle, and continued with his stretches.

The second baseman was taller, leaner, and older. His cap shadowed his face, but Andie could clearly see the definite scowl from the top row of the stadium.

Andie opened her program and skimmed through the lineup. The second baseman’s position was a blank with a dark shaded box where his photo should be.

He’s a rookie, or a last minute trade from another league, Andie thought as she closed the program. Except he seems to be too old to be a rookie. She knew all the players and their stats in the Southern League. Not that they knew who she was. She was an unknown amongst the sea of baseball fans in the stadium. And that’s how she preferred it. But nobody, not even her father loved the game more than she did.

As hard as she tried, she still stood out among the Jacksonville locals. Her white shorts and brand new Jacksonville Suns t-shirt was just a little too crisp and neat. Even her designer sunglasses under her baseball cap couldn’t cover her flawless skin.

“Peanuts! Crackerjacks!”

“Right here,” Andie called out, tucking a sweaty auburn tendril behind her ear.

The young vendor, barely twelve years old ran up the aluminum steps. Right before he approached her row, he tripped. Popcorn spilled everywhere. The crowd turned away from the players and watched the whole scene unfold before their eyes.

Andie was at his side in no time. “Are you ok?”

Clearly the boy wasn’t ok. He sat up; his face was red and pinched trying to prevent himself from crying. Fresh blood was streaming down the side of his tanned leg.

“Come on, honey. Let’s walk down to First Aid and clean up your knee,” Andie coaxed him up.

The crowd settled back down. With her hand on his backside, Andie guided the young boy down the steps. She smiled at the crowd and looked on to the field. The players resumed their practice. The second baseman was looking directly at her….

 

[Crash Davis]

Billy Davis had been bouncing around the minors long enough that he knew the kind of women that hung around the ball park, especially the women that dress like...that.

Jacksonville was yet another stop on the tour of minor league ball parks. This stop was no different than the one before, or the one before that. He'd like to have said he'd met some great people along the way, and if you pressed him for an answer he would eventually agree. But for the most part, the outer shell was a hard one, protective of the real guy inside.

Despite already having a preconceived notion on the woman, his eyes stayed locked on her. Maybe it was the outfit she was wearing. Certainly, she stood out among the faithful out for this Tuesday evening ballgame. It was true that Crash always had a thing for red heads as well. Or it could have been the tenderness she was showing for the kid who dumped the popcorn in the stands. His gaze remained fixed on them as they started to disappear behind the stands.

"Crash, look out!"

The words still hung in the air as a line drive ball cracked Billy on his left cheek. He folded in half in an instance, falling to the ground.

In the background, Billy could hear people laughing and giggling at him. His anger was getting the better of him, but the pain was so intense that he couldn't get up.

Crash was no stranger to a headache, but it was usually bottle induced. This time, it was his fault but because he let his guard down on the field.

It took a few minutes, but his thoughts started to make some sense, and he managed to sit up. Someone slapped an ice bag on his face, and he just sat there. About that time, the manager and the hitting coach came strolling up.

"Crash, what the hell happened? Why didn't you catch that ball coming at you," the hitting coached asked. Billy didn't answer, just looking up slowly at him and staring him down.

Jimmy Olson was the manager for Jacksonville. He was known for being a smart baseball man, but short on words. He saw what Billy was staring at, causing the on field accident. Jimmy smiled, placed his hand on Billy shoulder and said, "Welcome to Jacksonville. The trainers room is over that way. That's where you'll be tonight." He pointed towards the aluminum stands, where the woman and kid had just been, the instructed one of the team assistants to help Billy up and take him to the trainer's room.

Billy's debute in Jacksonville was off to a bang up start.

 

[chanaud]

“You’re supposed to use a glove to catch the ball, not your head,” called Andie.

Andie stood at the doorway of the locker room. The sun was bright behind her. The old ball coach and the second baseman turned towards the soft feminine voice in surprise and all they saw was a dark silhouette of a tall, lean shapely woman leaning against the doorjamb.

“Hey, lady. How’d ya get in here?”

A burly older man wearing a Jacksonville Sun’s uniform wondered how she snuck in. Then he remembered. He no longer worked for the LA Dodgers, the parent team to the Jacksonville Suns. He was demoted almost eight years ago. Here in Double AA, they didn’t have the luxury of security or real doctors. No, here in the Double AA, he was the fuckin’ doctor. And if there were no injuries, he was the second base coach.

“You’re not supposed to be down here, lady,” he called out while applying an ice pack to the new kid’s head. Christ, what kinda player we have here, the old ball coach wondered. Crash is reputable. He’s hungry and considered a professional, who can teach these young kids a thing or two. But the kid’s got an attitude.

Andie ignored him and walked in for closer observation.

“Lady!”

Andie tugged on a string from under her shirt. A press pass popped out.

“I’m not available for any interviews,” he said sarcastically.

“Does he require medical care?” Andie leaned in close to Crash. So close, he can feel her soft breath on him. She smelled fresh. Like jasmine and something else he couldn’t figure out.

“No, he’s fine,” the old ball coach answered.

Andie looked questioningly at him, as if he was an exhibit in a zoo. Her head tilted in wonderment. Her eyes seemed to be all over him. There was something about Crash that she liked. What it was, she really couldn’t figure out. He was different she can tell.

Then he smiled. A wide smile of clean shiny teeth that reached his eyes.

“Fuck!” The old ball coach muttered. What the fuck is going on here?

“Boy, there’s nothing wrong with you. Now get your ass out there and show ‘em your stuff.” The old ball coach ordered.

Andie sauntered back to the door. “Yes, I would love to see your stuff,” she said with a wink before returning back to the bleachers.

 

[Crash Davis]

Crash realized he was smiling at the women, and tried to contain it. He couldn’t. Rule number one in dealing with women, according to Billy, was to never let your guard down. He’d never even been formally introduced to her, had only a brief moment of an encounter with her, and yet his defense was gone. No scowl to greet her, but rather that boyhood smile that charmed the socks off high school girls back home.

“Would you stop grinning? You look like some damn retard,” coach said helping to snap Crash out of his momentary trance.

Billy jumped down from the table, breaking into a laugh and said, “Wow, now that was politically correct.” The laughter grew and then he realized that in fact his head still hurt, and the laughing was just making it hurt more.

You could hear the clicking sounds of the cleats walking on the cement floors as Crash walked down the hallway, back towards the field. His senses were alive, despite the pounding headache. The smell of the ball park is a wonderful and unique smell. Yet tonight, it was faded into the background. The smell of that woman was intoxicating.

He poked his head out of the dugout to look around the stadium. It was still 35 minutes until first pitch. His stupidity cost him a spot in the line up, and his first game with the Suns. Thankfully, the stands weren’t too full when he was conked on the head. Of course, she saw it.

And now, he saw her. From the corner of the dugout, Billy could get a chance, without fear of stray line drives, to check her out. She had a beautiful smile, and was truly loving life and carrying on conversations with everyone within five rows.

From her front row seat, she was turned slightly and talking and laughing. Reaching behind her, she used her long, perfectly kept fingers to feel for a water bottle sitting on top of the stadium wall.

The way her lips, covered with deep red lipstick wrapped around the top of the bottle captivated him. A low, barely audible moan escape his mouth. She never stopped her conversation.

Slowly moving up the steps, Crash decided to formally introduce himself to this lady. He moved behind so she couldn’t see him, holding the water bottle down on the wall. Again, she reached back to take a drink, this time unable to move the bottle.

Suddenly, she flipped around. Billy was smiling at her, as their eyes instantly locked.

“I didn’t get a chance to formally introduce myself.” Billy paused for a moment. In part, he wanted to savor the moment, remember the first moment meeting this woman. Truth be told, he was also nervous. “I’m Billy Davis. Most people call me Crash.”

He released his hand from the bottle and moved it towards her shoulder. She was about to slap him, as he invaded her space and started to reach down her shirt. Suddenly, he grabbed the press pass, that she had so flippantly shown earlier in the training room.

He chuckled to himself. “Let’s see. Hmmmm, and you’re Andie huh?”

 

[chanaud]

"Guilty," she replied. Her wide eyes lit up at him, followed by another wink. "Crash, huh? After watching you play out there, I know why they call you Crash.

Crash was still fingering the press pass. He read it and turned it over several times. The picture was new. Her hair was down outling her face in waves. She was wearing a black suit and was fully made up. It's not how she liked to be, she just figured it just made her look more professional.

"See anything you like?" She asked.

He looked up at her in surprise. He was cute. No, more than cute. Andie's heart skipped a beat everytime he smiled at her.

"Andie Parsons, huh?"

Andie nodded. The smile was frozen and her eyes flickered for a brief second. If Crash noticed he didn't let on. He continued, "Parsons is a famous name around here."

"It is?" Her auburn head tilted inquisitively.

"Don't you know who the Parsons are?" He asked in amazement.

"No, not really. Why don't you enlighten me?"

"The Parsons owns the LA Dodgers. And you call yourself a reporter..." He teased while handing back the press pass.

"Well... I'm a Yankees fan," she responded.

The crowd around her groaned.

"Yankees suck! Steinbrenner buys his team and his World Series,"

Andie turned to him. "See what you started?"

 

[Crash Davis]

Crash smiled and laughed at the same time as Andie continued to get harassed by the crowd. “I haven’t started anything yet,” he said, with particular emphasis on the word started. By now, as is customary at ball parks, the crowd is gathering around, hoping to get an autograph from a player. He is polite, signing everything they put in front of him, yet his eyes never leave Andie.

“So, Andie Parsons, are you a real reporter, or just someone who likes to act and feel important around a ballpark?”

“I’m the reporter here. I’ll ask the questions,” Andie responded with a voice full of playful attitude.

The crowd gathered. Billy continued signing, looking away only long enough to see where he signature needed to go. Grown men would be jockeying for position to get an autograph, not caring if they stepped on an 8 year old to get it. Billy hated the entire scene, but it was club policy. If you went to the wall, you signed autographs. In previous stops, Billy simply didn’t go to the wall. Yet another rule broken because of this woman—rule number two, stay within your routine and comfort zone.

Billy truly was in an uncomfortable setting. Twenty people circling around both Billy and Andie, shoving pennants, score cards and hats towards him to be signed. All he wanted to do was get to know her.

He’d also become aware of the time. It was now getting close to game time, and he had other obligations to take care of in the dugout. This was his job, after all. It was time for a break from this situation, yet he wasn’t ready to leave her.

Leaning up, he starts to whisper in her ear. “Listen, I’ve got to go now,” he said in as soft a voice as he could, yet still allowing her to hear over the buzz of the crowd. As he inhaled, the scent of this beautiful woman filled him. It was all he could do to contain his desire to nuzzle in next to her neck and touch what he was sure was silky smooth and soft skin. “I would love to enlighten you about the Parson family, and anything else on your mind. Now unfortunately, I must go to work.”

Andie paused. It may have only been for a moment, but it seemed like hours to Billy. “Was she turning me down,” he thought for a moment.

Finally, her lips parted and in a breathy, very sexy voice. “Lighthouse Grill. East of downtown, 90 minutes after the final out.” Her voice for that comment had changed. It was no longer filled with attitude and sassiness. Couple that bedroom voice with the fragrance he was enjoying, and Billy was intoxicated with lust momentarily.

But reality called. Billy leaned away. As he started towards the clubhouse, he turned one more time towards her. In a disgusted tone he says, “And the Yankees SUCK.” The crowd around Andie goes wild, laughing and applauding his parting shot.

He had no clue where the Lighthouse Grill was. He’d been in town for all of two days. Maybe she was just saying that. Maybe there wasn’t even such a place, but as quick as possible after the game, he was getting a cab and finding out.

“Very good, then,” he said as he tipped his cap to her. He smiled again and started to walk away, finally breaking eye contact with her for the first time in many minutes.

Some games go quickly. Others are slow and contemplating. Normally, the longer the game the better, as far as Billy was concerned. That meant more time at the ball park, and more time in his familiar surroundings.

But not tonight. He wasn’t playing, plus he was still getting to know his teammates. Those he did know were still giving him a hard time about getting hit by the line drive. He was able to laugh that off. After all, how many times has he been on the giving end of such harassment in his seven year professional baseball career?

As often as he could, without appearing too eager, he would go to the edge of the dugout and check to see if Andie was there. They only made eye contact once, and that was the third inning. Crash felt embarrassed, and quickly looked away then moved back down into the protection of the dugout. Somewhere between then and the top of the fifth, she left.

He started playing things out in his mind. Perhaps she was leaving early to get ready? Maybe she was just leaving, to avoid any awkward ending to their meeting, and she told him some made up place. Could she actually be a reporter, and had work to do?

With Andie not in the front row, the pace of the game seemed to slow even further. Sixth inning, Suns down 4 – 1 and the pitcher struggling on the mound. Every at bat seemed to go on for hours. Crash couldn’t help but think of a comment from his youth. Harry Caray, when he was announcing for the Cubs, use to call a particularly slow pitcher “a human rain delay.” That’s what this seemed to be for Billy.

Bottom of the eighth inning, Suns still trailing 4 – 3. The slow pitcher is on deck with a man on third, no one out. The manager, Jimmy Olson slowly walks towards Crash. “How’s the head?” he asks.

“I’m OK. My pride was hurt more than anything,” Billy responded.

“Any chance you can pinch hit, if needed?”

That was all Billy needed to hear, and he jumped from the bench and started to prepare. He found his batting helmet, and then his bat. And an evening of slow moving baseball, and fantasy thoughts of a woman quickly vanished; for a moment.

Pop fly on the infield. Handled by the shortstop. One out, as the pitcher started to make his way to the plate. “Davis, pinch hit” was the call from Olson. The pitcher turned back around, almost relieved. His job for the night was done.

Billy finished warming up, and made his way to the plate. Hearing his name over the PA, Billy held his hand up to the umpire, as he settled in at the plate. The first pitch popped in the mitt, but was high and away.

“Ball one” the ump yelled out.

Next pitch was the one he was looking for. It was still away, but this time at the knees. Crash started his swing, and made perfect contact with the ball. He went with the pitch and sent it flying towards right field.

The ball hung up in the nighttime sky forever it seemed. The right fielder circled underneath and made the catch at the wall. It was an out, yet a productive one as the runner tagged and scored from third. Tie game.

It wasn’t quite the heroics of a home run, but he got the job done. Not a bad start for his season with the Suns. Sacrifice fly and an RBI in what turned out to be a 5 – 4 win.

Crash didn’t waste any time in the clubhouse. Normally, he was the first to come and the last to leave on a game day. But tonight was different. Whether she was really going to be there waiting was a long shot, but one he had to take.

The cab was waiting for him outside the players entrance. Turns out The Lighthouse Grill did exist, so at least that was real. A few minutes later, he was pulling up outside the place. It was just barely 60 minutes past the final out of the game, so if she was going to show, he might have wait.

The Lighthouse Grill was a perfect spot. If he had to be in AA baseball, at least he was in somewhere as beautiful as Jacksonville. Right on the intercoastal, this place was popular yet an intimate place to go and meet friends. With time to spare he thought, Billy walked out on the deck, where they had a couple dozen tiki torches lit up to add a warm glow to the scenery.

With a bourbon and Coke in his hand, he settled in to see if it was a fantasy playing in his head, or if she might actually show up.

“The Yankees do not suck,” he heard in a whisper, right next to his ear. Andie had come up from behind. He could now feel her breath on his neck as he turned around with a big smile.

 

[chanaud]

Andie was early. Still he was the first person she saw. Her breath caught in surprise. Her stomach did a little flip. Her reaction surprised her more than anything else. It’s been far too long since she felt the butterflies in her stomach. She wondered briefly if this was a mistake. Rule # 1 – Do not mix business with pleasure. Which means do not date ball players. But this isn’t a date, she tried to convince herself. He was new in town. And she needed to eat, right? Right. Who was she kidding? She got dressed up tonight. She pulled out the sexiest black dress that showed off her curves and her endless legs. Her open toed heels showed her perfectly manicured red toes. And her hair was silky and shiny with thick curls. Nope this certainly isn’t a date.

Instead of approaching him though, Andie stood back, hiding in the crowd at the entrance, watching him and observing him.

He was indeed handsome. Sexy, too. Crash held his glass of rich amber liquid with casual ease. His broad shoulders filled his dinner jacket perfectly. Even from a distance, Andie can see that he had spent a little money on his jacket. It wasn’t something an AA player can afford with their meager wages. His hair was just recently combed back. She can still see his brushing patterns. There was a sense of anticipation in his manner as he walked around the bar. Then he walked outside and observed the night air. There was a sense of satisfaction in his face. Andie smiled. She knew the look. The smell of the ocean consumed him. She gets the same way whenever she’s near the water.

“The Yankees do not suck,” she whispered near his neck. Crash smelled of soap and of the forest. Clean and subtle. Very masculine, very sexy.

Crash turned. The same smile she saw earlier in the ballpark was on his face. He seemed genuinely glad to see her. His arms wrapped around his thin waist as he kissed her left cheek.

“You’re right they don’t. That’s because Georgie boy has millions to spend so they don’t suck. Just ask the fans. Better yet… shall we ask everybody here?” He joked, his eyes twinkled evilly as he motioned for the bartender.

“We could,” she challenged. “But when the riot starts, I’m not going to be here to save you from another line to your head. Now shut up and get me whatever you’re drinking.”

With bourbons in hands, they were soon guided to a table outside. The breeze coming off the ocean was cool. Andie couldn’t feel it. She was too absorbed with Crash.

“Tell me, Crash. Tell me something about yourself.”

Crash shifted in his chair. “What do you want to know?”

“Oh… anything. Anything you want to tell me. Tell me your life story.”

That made Crash shift even more. He took a long sip of his bourbon and coke. “Uh….”

Andie laughed. He was damn sexy! “Ok… don’t tell me your life story. I’ll ask the questions, you can respond with one word answers. Tell me… who’s your favorite team?”

 

[Crash Davis]

Whenever Billy started to say something he thought was funny, a certain twinkle would appear in his eyes, and you could see a smile erupting from deep within. It was almost that he couldn’t contain his amusement as he started to say something. It was a youthful, boyhood smile and laugh from a man who was loving life.

“My favorite team? Jacksonville Suns,” he said, no longer able to contain the laughter. “Oh sorry, that was two words.”

“You don’t like the Suns? Andie snapped back, seeing no humor in the remark, a possible slight on a team she held so near and dear to her heart.

“I have nothing against the Suns. Hell, I’ve only been in town a few hours. I’ve had one at bat, a sac fly at that so not even an official at bat yet. Beyond two coaches and a couple of players I knew from a few years ago, I don’t anyone or anything,” Billy said trying to defend. “It was just a smart ass remark that has clearly gone wrong.”

Andie realized his sincerity, and immediately backed off. In fact, Billy was passionate about the Suns, because he was passionate about playing the game and winning. It didn’t matter what the competition or the level, Billy lead with his heart and always wanted to win. That sort of zest for life had created some amazing highs in his life. But that sort of passion also left him vulnerable and open to more than his share of heartache as well.

After a few minutes of damage control conversation by both parties, Billy resumed. “Next question? I’ll try to limit myself to one word answers.”

“What’s a guy with your experience doing back down in AA?” Andie said, leaning up tight towards Billy in a sweet and soft voice, with a grin on her face.

“Whoa, are you working now or are we here socially getting drinks?” Billy responded. Andie didn’t answer, but put the glass to her lips and drank. Billy stared at her, as he saw the tiki torch flames reflecting through the bourbon and Coke mixture. “Well, that requires more than a one word answer, if I can beg you to bend the rules on how I can answer?”

The glass was still up to her mouth, with the liquid wetting her lips. “Oh Crash, you don’t have to beg.” Andie giggled as she finished the statement, almost in shock that she’d let the words escape her mouth.

 

[chanaud]

“Unless, that is, you want to,” she replied as the glass was held at her lips. Her eyes peered lazily at him through the rim of her glass, her smile was suggestive.

“Oh yeah… what will I get if I beg?” Billy dared.

“Maybe everything you wish for... and more.”

Billy set his glass down. A serious look clouded his face. He leaned in close. His breath was warm; his light brown eyes were swimming with the seriousness of his next move. Andie couldn't help holding her breath to seize the moment. She felt tingly and numb at the same time. This was certainly a new sensation. The anticipation of his next move seemed to take forever.

“Would you like another cocktail?”

Damn! The service at the Lighthouse Grill was too good.

“Yes, please,” They both answered quickly and a little too loudly.

“Care to order an appetizer?”

“No, just the special blackened grouper with a side of Caesar Salad,” Andie ordered. All of her senses were coming back.

Billy ordered the same. When the waiter left, they both shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Neither resumed the conversation. The moment was gone. Their conversation started slowly. Soon, they were laughing and sharing jabs at each other. Still there was an underlying tension between them as they discussed Jacksonville and the Suns and managed to give little information about each other.

When dinner was over, Andie looked around the restaurant. The crowd had thinned out. And the room was spinning slightly. She tried to count the number of drinks she’s had. Three, she thinks. Possibly four? Anything over two was past her limit.

“Care to take a stroll on the beach?” Billy asked.

Yes… fresh air would do her good. She nodded. The sand was soft and cool. The wind was coming off the ocean strongly and blowing through her thin dress. The outline of her tall, thin body was totally visible. The gleam in Billy's eyes were appreciative of the show she's putting on.

Andie laughed. "Why don't find a shelter?"

"What do you have in mind?" Billy yelled at the wind.

"My room. It's right around the corner."

 

[Crash Davis]

Billy stopped dead in his tracks with that comment. The sexual tension and energy he had been feeling was about to ignite. As he turned towards her, he took in the sight. The wind off the ocean was blowing her hair, and she turned to allow the flow stretch out her hair behind her. That sexy black dress Andie had on accented your body perfectly. Now, it clung to her body, allowing Billy to see just how perfect her body was.

That shy grin cast over his face as his inspection finally made it to her face, and their eyes locked. A step forward, and he can see her sexy eyes even in the darkness of the beach. A not so perfect day quickly washed away as he moved towards her to kiss.

What Billy thought would be a quick, simple kiss turned into so much more. The smell of her perfume, the taste of her lipstick and excitement of the evening overwhelmed him, and the thought of being reserve was quickly lost.

Andie certainly didn’t seem to mind. Her shoes quickly hit the sand as they stood there in the semi-dark of the beach embracing.

Damn, she was a great kisser. Her tongue quickly darted in and out of Billy’s mouth. His hands grabbed her perfect ass, which fit so perfect into his hand. Squeezing and pulling her closer, so that she would feel the growing present for her inside his pants.

He continued to hold her, exploring her body as he kissed her. His mouth continued to slide slowly down her neck towards the top of her dress. Small kisses on the base of her neck and his right hand commanding her left breast caused a moan to escape Andie’s mouth. Even with the roar of the ocean, Billy could hear her. It turned him on even more, hearing her excitement.

As glamorous as sex on the beach is in the movies, it is far from it in reality. Billy knew that this was a perfect start, but not where he wanted to continue.

“So my dear, where is ‘right around the corner’?” Billy asked. It broke the relative silence of the moment. But it was still pleasing, knowing that the excitement of the evening would continue.

“It’s close,” Andie said with a smile. Pointing to a light down the beach no more than a five minute walk, they started out walking again. The wind continued to blow strong, and soon Billy’s jacket was wrapped around her shoulders.

It would seem like a manly gesture and a sacrifice. In the back of Billy’s mind, a woman wrapped in her suit jacket was a damn sexy thing. Plus he’d be able to smell her perfume and remember this evening the next time he wore it.

The leisurely pace up the beach continued, followed by a much brisker pace as the light grew closer. The boardwalk for Andie’s condo jutted out, and once she hit that it was a race to the building.

She got the first couple of steps on him, but Billy quickly closed in and was with her stride for stride as they raced to the door. He let Andie win, mainly because he didn’t know where to go once inside.

Still in his coat, she regained her composure once inside. This hot, sensuous woman appeared all business to anyone in the lobby. No one was there, but she was prepared just in case.

Andie hit the up button and the elevator doors immediately opened. The entered and she pressed 4. Her hands were still on the button as Billy’s hands gently lay across hers. Such pretty feminine hands he observed, as he held them in his hands.

Billy’s were rough, with some calluses from years of playing baseball. Gripping the bat day after day creates almost a groove in a ball player’s hand. Such complete contrast to Andie’s hands, and he loved just the sight of them.

“Beautiful” he said, causing Andie to blush slightly. The elevator door opened up as Andie searched for her keys. Billy was patient, contemplating his next move once they entered the condo.

Nervous, Andie struggled for a moment to open the door. Finally getting the key in the slot, the door opens up. “Welcome to my place,” Andie said with a smile, inviting Billy in.

Billy enters, but only one or two steps into the place. Her turns as Andie enters, shutting the door behind her. Silently, he steps towards her, pinning her against the door and kisses her.

As passionate, as perfect as the kiss was at the beach, it was nothing to the sexual storm brewing now. Andie’s entire body is against that door as Billy’s hands move all over her body. His mouth kissing her neck, just below her ear as his hand moves under that black dress.

 

[chanaud]

Under normal circumstances and with every other one night stands she’s been involved with, Andie would have taken him right then and there on the beach sand until she got the much needed release. Then she would have disposed of him quickly with a mumble of an empty promise of a follow up phone call. But Billy was different. He wasn’t like the other empty headed players. He was intelligent and quick witted with a hint of something deeper behind his sexy smile.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Billy spun her around and pressed her against the cold door. Surprised, Andie gasped aloud only to be stopped by a demanding kiss. Her hands grasped the back of his hair as their tongues wrestled. Tongues battled with frenzy. They kissed for what seemed to be an eternity. When finally, Billy twisted his lips from hers, she was left heaving for air and moaning in protest.

“Yessss…” She gasped hoarsely. His hands roamed all over her body followed by wet hungry kisses. She can feel his ever growing hardness through the barrier of fabrics. Hungry for more, her hand reached between them and found his cock throbbing madly, begging for release.

Zziiippppppppp

Five slender fingers reached into the humid confound of his pants and wrapped around his cock. He was thick and large. His veins were pulsating at her touch. He wanted her badly, this much she knew. Her pink tongue licked her lips lasciviously as she imagined his taste.

“Oh fuckkkkkk…” Billy gasped aloud. His hands reached under her dress and found nothing but sheer wetness. His fingers clawed her tiny thong aside, unfolded her engorged lips and found nothing but slick wetness. One finger slid in. She gasped loudly. Then two. With one long, slender leg wrapped against his hips, she thrusted back, almost humping his hand.

"Yes...that's it. Fuck me... don't stop.."

Andie's head rolled back and forth as the room spun. Electric shocks coursed upwards to her head.

"Oh my gawddddddd...yessssss," she screamed.

Billy's tongue found its way back into her mouth. He teased her mercilessly, snaking it in and out, almost fucking her mouth. Andie's eyes grew wide open. She needed release. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as he struggled to work his magic.

"Oh fuckkkkkkk... yessss...yessss..yessssssssss...fuck meeeee..."

 

[Crash Davis]

Against the door was nice, but it would be better with some room to spread out, and spread out those long legs, Billy thought to himself. It was all he could do to stop the passion right then, especially as this incredibly hot, incredibly seductive woman was begging to be fucked. And he would definitely take care of that, but not two steps into her apartment.

Their embrace stopped as Billy brought his fingers to his mouth, wet from fucking her pussy. A deep breath and then his tongue sliding out to lick the tip of his finger. Barely audible, Billy moans "Oh fuck. Let me get a good taste of you."

Almost running through the apartment, taking off an article of clothing with ever step, we move into the apartment. Down the hall and into the dark room with barely any light to show the way. Andie dives on to the bed like she was stealing a base. Closely following, Billy falls on top of her and the embrace continues again.

Billy's eyes start to adjust to the light, or lack there of. It adds to the moment, with the room nearly being pitch black. The scrap of Andie's nails on the back comes at a bit of a surprise. A glancing view of her erect nipples in the flash of the light excites the senses more.

Kisses moving down her body, stopping to playfully lick and suck those nipples. Andie's back arches with ever suck, every bite. "Don't you fucking tease me," she pleads to Billy as his tongue flicks against the hard nub.

That boyish grin again appears on his face, as he looks up to Andie. Her hands above her head, gripping the wooden posts on the headboard. Through the darkness, Billy notices the muscles of her bicepts twitching as she clutches the wood.

A well toned body on a woman was always a turn on for Billy. Going to the gym to workout was always great exercise for him. His body would get the exercise it needed. But so did his mind, checking out the different women in the club at that time. The body builder types weren't for him. Enough tone in the muscles that you could tell she worked out, very arrousing to him. Andie fit that exact description.

Billy slid down, dragging his tongue across her stomach until he reached his final destination. His mouth on her swollen clit was a perfect fit. Andie's legs quickly wrapped around Billy. There was no need to pull him closer to her, as Billy quickly started in.

His hands gently opened her up, exposing a very excited clit. His hot, panting breath against her skin. Billy went right at her, his tongue swirling around her clit, being met by Andie eagerly grinding against him. She starts fucking his entire face, as Billy buries his nose, mouth, lips and tongue into her hot box.

"Oh my God. Fuck my cunt with your mouth," Andie commanded. Her hands slipping away from the head board to Billy's hair. She grips his hair, pulling him tight to her pussy.

Pulling him closer wasn't necessary though. Billy continued to work his tongue and mouth, paying equal attention to all areas. His tongue lapping at her clit, Billy slipped one and quickly two fingers deep into her. Andie thrusting with every once of energy she had, grinding against his face and fucking his fingers.

A deep, gutteral groan leaves Billy's mouth, viberating against every exposed inch of Andie's pussy. Every vibration created a shockwave through her body and Billy instantly recognized a good thing. He repeated it, this time slipping his other hand underneth her, lightly starting to touch around her exposed ass.

With that, Billy has successfuly excited every sensitive area of her body, and Andie couldn't hold back much more.

"Oh my God, keep doing that," Andie whimpered as an uncontrollable moan slowly took her over. Her moans of pleasures rang in his ears as her body continued to buck against his, until her climax was reached.

"Fuck Billy, take me....take me." Her body turned rigid, then collasped on the bed as the waves of her orgasm subsided. Her arms lay beside her, her legs no longer wrapped around him as she felt the last electric wave leave her.

Billy moved up towards her, and in the dark of the room she could see his cock, still hard and still ready to give her more.