The Perks Of Coaching Little League

[Sid Onmyface]

OOC: Frankie Torazzi. 19 years old. 6'2". 185. Black hair. Black eyes.


IC:


I was only taking three classes over the summer, so I found myself with a lot of free time on my hands. I thought about getting a part-time job, but the thought of flipping burgers or bagging groceries didn't appeal to me. Frankly I didn't need the money. As long as my grades were kept up, Mom would slip me a few bucks whenever I needed them.


Still, I was bored. When my old Little League coach called me up and asked me if I would like to help out with the team, I jumped at the opportunity.


We had a pretty good team. We had a good shot at making the playoffs. The kids were all 9 to 12.

At our very first practice, as the kidswere dropped off, I noticed something interesting.

Some of the Moms were pretty hot. And some of them seemed as bored as I was. And they didn't seem shy about letting me know.


This was going to be an interesting summer....

 

[LilAshley]

Kimberly

Kimberly Johnson, the housewife of the rich and famous James Johnson the millionare. With nothing to do she is usually just shopping or laying out at the country club pool.

She was much younger than her 54 year old hubby, she was only 34, and was in great shape since she had spare time to always work out. She was 5' 7 and 120lbs, perfectly tanned with 36c chest (her latest birthday present).

IC:

I dropped the kids off for practice, today being my day to carpool them, and got out of the Escalade to say hi to the coach.

Walking over to him in my very tight, low rise strech pants and button up sleeveless polo shirt to proudly display my chest. "Hey there, ready for another season?" I asked. Then I noticed a new assistant coach. A younger man, who just looked very very handsome. I made sure to flash him a big bright smile as I let him take in my perfect body.

"So, who is your new assistant?" I asked, still smiling at the young man.

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

I was hitting ground balls for fielding practice when the most luscious woman I had ever seen in my life came striding up. I was so dazzled by her that I actually swung and missed on the next three balls. She went over to the coach and talked to him like they were old friends. I turned back to the kids and tried to focus.

That's when I heard my name.

The coach called me over.

He introduced me to the woman. It turned out that her son was our second baseman Billy. Small for his age, but scrappy as hell.

We made small talk for a few minutes, then I went back to work.


Mrs. Johnson stayed and watched the entire practice. When I could, I snuck glances at her. She seemed to catch me every time, flashing a sexy smile at me. She seemed to be cheering me on as much as the team.

When practice was over, she came up to me and pulled me aside. Her son and her husband were going out of town for the weekend on a camping trip. She was going to be all alone. Perhaps -- she suggested -- I'd like to come over and talk about the team.

She handed me a piece of paper with her address on it.


Over the next couple of practices, I got a couple of other addresses from a few of the other mothers and one or two older sisters.

But first on my dance card was the sexy Mrs. Johnson....