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Not that I had anything underneath either by any means…. Every time she swung, her shorts pulled up to the point where you could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the same went for the shirt. In all honesty, I was less watching her swing and more of body. She had been the one to ask me to teach her, especially when I told her the dugouts and fields were always abandoned on Fridays. I had taught her how to throw and catch already, but that’s only 2 of the 3 necessities of baseball. I was teaching her how to hit, and she was doing okay mostly.

“The ball won’t hit you I promise, just step forward” You tell me? You still like the view or not?” Are you going to teach me anything or should I just stand here?” she said We may have both been virgins, but that didn’t mean we didn’t have our moments of dick/ass grabbing ever once in a while to tease each other. We both knew she was checking me out as much as I was her. “Hey, just a little sweaty aren’t you?” she giggled her a million dollar laughed After the last ball fired out of the pitching machine and was sent right back it from the crack of the bat, I looked up and smiled at the angel before me. If I wasn’t focusing on batting, my boner could’ve been my bat from hard it was. She wore a light yellow shirt that hung to ever curve, and made her cantaloupe sized tits stand out, and a pair of athletic shorts high and tight enough on her ass that they shouldn’t even be legal to wear. Perfect Oak wood brown past her shoulders hair, lightly freckled face, with amazing blue-green eyes that look oceans that you could drown in. I kept hitting, but I caught glimpses of the person at the door. I was hitting in the cage when I heard someone walk up to the cage door. I had been running around for the last hour or so, sweating to the point where I was down to a pair of shorts and cleats. Also, I had someone coming over that I had to teach baseball too. Even though I was 16, didn’t mean I was lazy by any means. I could train in the batting cages and the field when they didn’t show up. Of course the others bailed and I was the one who had to do all the work, but it wasn’t terrible. There were no games on Friday’s so that I could do my job with a couple other guys and clean up the fields. I could live forever in those types of days. School had ended a couple days ago, and the weather and atmosphere were perfect. I had just finished working at the ball fields, cutting the grass and raking the dirt to perfection. I don’t know if I would marry it, but I sure would thank it for what happened one late summer evening…. My girlfriend had told me that if baseball was human, I would marry it on the spot. I’m not the next Babe Ruth, but I’m also not like some guys who couldn’t even catch the ball and still think they could become superstars. I tried out for my high school team and made it once out of two attempts. IF YOU TAP HERE YOU WILL CUM I love baseball.