I love baseball. I’m not the best at it. I tried out for my high school team and made it once out of two attempts. 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. My girlfriend had told me that if baseball was human, I would marry it on the spot. I don’t know if I would marry it, but I sure would thank it for what happened one late summer evening…..

It was Friday afternoon. I had just finished working at the ball fields, cutting the grass and raking the dirt to perfection. School had ended a couple days ago, and the weather and atmosphere were perfect. High 70’s and not a cloud in the sky. I could live forever in those types of days. There were no games on Friday’s so that I could do my job with a couple other guys and clean up the fields. Of course the others bailed and I was the one who had to do all the work, but it wasn’t terrible. I could train in the batting cages and the field when they didn’t show up. Even though I was 16, didn’t mean I was lazy by any means. Also, I had someone coming over that I had to teach baseball too. You’ll find out who that is later.

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. I was hitting in the cage when I heard someone walk up to the cage door. I kept hitting, but I caught glimpses of the person at the door. Perfect Oak wood brown past her shoulders hair, lightly freckled face, with amazing blue-green eyes that look oceans that you could drown in. 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. If I wasn’t focusing on batting, my boner could’ve been my bat from hard it was.