Betting on Baseball

The baseball slid off my fingers and flew towards home plate. It was the bottom of the ninth inning with a trip to the College Championships hanging on the speed and accuracy of my pitch. I heard nothing from the roaring crowd. The moment suspended itself as if in slow-motion. I felt my heart pound against my chest. My breath caught. I looked past the ball and the batter to catch a brief glimpse of my biggest fan, Annika, standing in the front row directly behind home plate. She stood with her hands in the air and her mouth gaped open while she cheered. Her sultry dark eyes looked back at me and, for a moment, I forgot that my pitch still lingered in the air. While the ball continued its slow-motion flight towards the plate, I allowed my eyes to linger on the curves of her breasts under the tee-shirt she wore, my tee-shirt. Perfectly curved and rounded, her breasts were naturally beautiful. I allowed myself to remember the sweet taste of her nipples on my tongue. The sound of wood crushing the hardball brought my eyes back to the batter. His body twisted with the swing of his bat and, just like that, he knocked the ball into the stands. Game over. 

His home run scored the winning run and all I could do was stand there and look up at Annika. We had a lot riding on that pitch, and I had just blown it. Her slender fingers covered her mouth. Shock filled her eyes as she stared at me. She looked like she was in pain, or was it excitement, I couldn’t tell. She appeared heartbroken, though I hoped it was not just because I had lost the game, but what we had riding on the outcome of the game. I had disappointed my biggest fan, at least I hoped I had disappointed her. 

I loitered in the locker room following my post-game shower lacking the will to hurry home to Annika. I took the long way home as I walked alone to my apartment situated a few blocks from the college’s baseball field. Annika normally met me after the game, but then again, I’d never lost a game of this magnitude. My future with Annika could be in jeopardy with that pitch, I knew. Why had I been so willing to risk so much on a silly game? My heart felt heavy as I got closer to our apartment door. My hand shook as I reached for the key. I stood outside before entering the apartment building, trying to center myself. These next moments could alter everything, though I hoped nothing would change. I breathed in the air. It smelled like rain. I looked up at the clouds in the sky and then turned the key to my apartment door.

The scent of Annika’s sweet perfume lingered in our apartment. I felt my anxiety soften with the smell. She was there, as I knew she would be. I glanced at the empty living room and down the short hall to the bedroom. I slid off my shoes and tossed my keys on the table. I walked toward the bedroom where I knew Annika was assuredly fulfilling the obligation of our bet with my old high school buddy and former teammate, Johnny Vitano. I ached in anticipation of what waited for me inside the bedroom.

Johnny was the guy who had just slugged the game-winning homerun off me. He was there, in the bedroom, with Annika. Johnny had not wasted any time celebrating with his buddies after the game. His reward was here in me and Annika’s bedroom. I sat in the chair Annika had at the end of the bed waiting for me. Johnny had already wiggled Annika out of her shorts and was running his hand over her pink and white thong. She loved thongs so she could better show off her tight ass, which now was being teased by Johnny’s fingertips explored the curves of her hips, her ass, and the gap between her thighs. Her hips shifted with the touch of his wandering hands. My tee-shirt, which Annika wore to every game, had been pulled above her perfect tits. I knew Johnny had probably already tasted their sweetness; her nipples were still wet. Their tongues wrestled as they kissed, I heard her moan. Annika’s love for open-mouth kissing led us to the ill-fated bet that brought us to this moment where I had to watch Annika fuck my old friend. If only we had not been drunk when the bet was made, maybe things would be different.

I had invited Johnny to stay with me during the weekend leading up to the championship game. We both had several games to play during that weekend and I didn’t want my old friend to have to stay in the hotel all weekend. Besides, we had a lot of catching up to do. Johnny took an instant liking to Annika, which I figured he would. She fit Johnny’s profile of the perfect woman. Annika was indeed perfect. Johnny learned how perfect when he watched Annika and I fuck on the living room couch the first night he stayed with me. I wondered now if she had been so comfortable fucking me with Johnny watching because she wanted to show off for him, to show him what he could have if an opportunity arose. I had noticed their eye-contact, an attraction. I ignored this possibility at the time but saw signs of attraction develop over the weekend….