homerun

"Homerun Ball Game"

�� "Yea, come on, go Greggy go!� Go gogo!" I yelled jumping out of my seat and clapping enthusiastically.

�� "What's all the yelling about?� Oh, you still watching that crap?" my older brother ran into the room as I plopped back down onto the sofa, grinning at the advance of the runner on the baseball game I was watching.

�� "It's not crap.� It's baseball." I smiled, dismissing him by turning my attention back to the batter.� "Oh yea, Druw!� That's my Smiley!� Knock it good!" I clapped and bounced up and down excitedly.� "Woo hoo!" I yelled as Andruw Jones, my favorite player hit another home run.

�� "I don't see how you can watch this junk.� Football is much cooler." The guy behind him cleared his voice, making it come out more like a laugh than a cough.� "Shuddup Justin.� Don't even."

�� For the first time since they walked in, I got a good look at the other guy with my brother. He was kinda cute, really tall and had dark, dark blonde curls.

�� "Football is not cooler!� Baseball is the best, with basketball in a close second.� Duh!" I pushed.

�� "I totally agree.� I'm Justin." he said sitting next to me on the flowery davenport.

�� "Daisy.� You're safer sitting on the other couch.� Baseball is my sport.� I get kinda crazy during the Braves games." I looked back to the game just as Chipper Jones hit a double.� "Yea!� Go Chip!" I bounced to my feet again clapping and high-fiving Justin.

�� "I'll leave you to your cra. . .I mean baseball then." Chris, my brother, said turning to leave.� "You coming, Just?"

�� "Naw, I wanna see this game.� I hate the Mets." Justin said, sliding further onto the sofa, and sinking into the cushions.

�� "Okay, let me know when you leave, I'll give you a ride home."

�� "That's okay," Justin said, his eyes wandering hungrily over my petite, but well-endowed frame.� "I, uh, I can drive the B." he said, referring to his Mercedes BMW, M class.

�� "Alright. Suit yourself." Chris turned and left the room.

�� "Here we go now! 8th inning, and we're kickin' ass! Oh yea, up by 4!" I continued to bounce around, barely aware of Justin's presence.

�� Meanwhile, as I bounced around, Justin's 'presence' ever growing. I wasn't paying attention though. "Yes! That's the last out!" I yelled, throwing my arms up and accidentally smacking Justin in the face.

�� "Ouch, talk about an out. You almost put ME out." Justin whined, bringing his hand to the side of his face.

�� "Ohmygoodness, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. Where's it hurt?" I asked raising my hand to examine his face. He gently grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch as he leaned me backwards on the sofa.

�� "I ache right here. Can you help me out?" he asked, his hot breath causing goose bumps down my spine. Man, he is. . .oh my. . .he smells like sweat and I think Tommy Hilfiger or maybe Abercrombie & Fitch. . .I can't tell, but it's intoxicating. "Mm? You want to give a poor Braves fan a little help?" he continued to nuzzle my neck, lightly biting and sucking.

�� "Oh. . .um. . .yea. . .I think I can help you, maybe a little batting practice?" I moaned, wrapping my arms around him as best I could. I ran my fingers down his smooth back, gripping and massaging his shoulder muscles. "Lets. . .mm. . .let's go to my. . .my. . .room. I don't want Chris walking in on us." I groaned as I squirmed under his weight. It was not an unwelcome weight, and he was getting warm and open in more than just his kisses.

�� "No, he wouldn't like that too much. I mean, his best friend and his sister? Where's your room?" he asked, cupping my bottom in his hands and pulling me off the sofa. I struggled to remain coherent as I motioned toward the other end of the house. "You got a lock on your door?" All I could do was nod as he set me on my feet, and I pulled him toward my room.

�� He pushed the door shut and turned the lock, resuming his attack on my neck. Oh, God, he. . .wow. I don't remember how he got my tank-top off, but next thing I knew, I was naked from the waist up. I reached over and pulled off his shirt. He hungrily attacked my breasts as my hands wandered over his well-toned body, him backing me over to my bed. "Damn, are you sure it's not illegal to look this good?" I whispered in awe. "You could bounce quarters off this set of abs."

�� He chuckled. "I don't think it is, but hell, you aren't so bad yourself." he flashed a dazzling smile. "But, uh, these are in the way." he finished, tugging on my shorts.

�� I slowly unbuckled my belt, and began to pull it out loop by torturous loop. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, killing him with patience. He dropped his wide legs quickly while I continued to take my time with the last of my clothes. Quickly, he grabbed my shorts and dragged me to him. "You're taking too long."

�� "Patience is a virtue." I quipped, flinching as I felt him tear my zebra striped satin drawers. I stood naked before him, almost scared of the animalistic look in his eyes.

�� "I don't have any." he growled, picking me up and dropping me onto my faux fur comforter. He nipped and sucked on tan bits of my flesh as he slowly worked his way down my torso. He dipped his tongue in my belly-button causing me to squirm. Sliding down, he forcefully spread my legs and took my clitoris in his teeth. He began to lick and suck on my womanhood as I moaned his name gently, running my fingers through his thick mass of curls. He's so good. That tongue should be considered a lethal weapon, or at least a deadly one.

�� "Mm. . . ya like that, huh? Who gives it to you right, Daisy? Tell me who's making you cum, Daisy." he growled in between thrusts of his tongue as he felt my walls tighten around his thick tongue. "Oh, Justin! Justin!" I yelled as I felt myself release. He quickly clamped his free hand over my mouth. "As much as I'd love the world to know I'm banging you, your brother would not be happy about it." Justin hissed as he removed his hand and I caught my breath.

            "I'm sorry." I whispered as I began to slid down towards his hips.

            "No." he said forcefully. "Let me. I just want to be in those tight walls of yours." I slowly nodded my acceptance. He slid down his boxer shorts and pulled me back up to him. Oh, damn, he is . . .wow. . .he is huge. He kissed me softly, sliding his engorged shaft into my tight space, filling me to the hilt. "Oh, damn, you are so tight." he moaned quietly, continuing suck and kiss on my full lips.

           "Mm. . .you feel so good. Justin, you're so big and thick." I groaned as he began his slow grind. "Oh, just fuck me baby."

           "Yea, you know what you want. I'm gonna give you all you need." Justin forced out as he quickened his pace. All I could do was nod, as each thrust hit my G spot, and I bit down on my lip, trying frantically not to scream. "I'm almost there, wait for me." he commanded gently.

�� With one last thrust, we both let go, our juices mingling and dripping off his cock and out of my tired pussy. He pulled out slowly and laid down next to me. "Well, how was I, Coach Daisy?" he asked, nuzzling my neck playfully.

            "Not bad for a first practice, Justin. I do believe that would be considered a homerun." I whispered as I curled into his arms and we fell asleep.