Hittin' It Out the Park (4 page)

Cheryl sighed, then turned and looked at Randall. “You have to excuse her, babe. Unlike me, Sheila is one of those really dumb fashion models who doesn't know anything about sports, politics, or . . . ,” she gave a slight shrug, “or really anything at all besides clothes.”

Randy nodded, then gave Sheila a quick and disdainful up-and-down look and said with a smirk: “Nice dress.” He squeezed Cheryl's arm. “So, babe, what were we talking about?”

Yes! Yes! Yes!
Cheryl wanted to raise her arms in victory. She had no idea that Randy could be that witty and that cold. And she liked it.

Sheila stood there, a dumbfounded look on her face, for a few seconds, before flipping her hair over her shoulder and slinking off.

“I can't believe you said that!” Cheryl said as soon as she was sure Sheila was out of earshot. “That was so cool!”

“I can't believe I been sitting here talking to a fashion model,” Randy said, both amazement and admiration evident in his voice. “I should have known, though, because you are really beautiful, ya know. And I been dying ta tell you that all night.”

“Aw.” Cheryl waved her hand dismissively.

“Wow!” Randy gushed. “Have you been in any magazines?”

“Well…” Cheryl started counting off on her fingers. “I've been in
Glamour, Ebony, Cosmopolitan, Self,
and I've made the cover of
Essence, Cosmopolitan,
and . . .” She stopped and looked at Randy and grinned. “And one day, hopefully, I'll make the cover of the
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit
issue.”

“Ah!” Randy let his head dramatically fall to the table. “I wouldn't be able ta take it.”

Cheryl laughed.

“Oh, no, I'm so serious!” Randy said, straightening back up in his seat. “Man, you know what I would do if after I get back to Eufaula I one day see your lovely body on the cover of
SI
?” Randy shook his head. “Man, I don't even know what I would do, ya know?”

They both started laughing, and Cheryl impulsively reached over and gave Randy a hug. What a sweetheart.

“But tell me more about you,” Randy said.

“Like what?” Cheryl smiled.

“Well, like, how about your name?” Randy grinned. “I know you're a model. I know you wear three-thousand-dollar dresses. And I know you're beautiful. But, heck, girl, I don't know your name!”

“Oh my goodness, you don't! I'm sorry! I'm Cheryl. Cheryl Blanton.” She offered her hand, and Randy pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

“Nice to meet you, Cheryl. And how old are you?”

Cheryl frowned. “It really is impolite to ask a lady her age.”

“Aw, nah, sorry. But you look so young, yet you act so mature, you know?” Randy flashed the sheepish grin that Cheryl had already begun to admire so much.

Cheryl gave a tingly laugh. “No, that's okay.”
Okay, he said he's been with the team almost three years, and he went there right after graduating high school, so . . .
“I'm twenty-four.”

Randy grinned. “We're about the same age. I'm twenty-one.”

Cheryl could see the insecurity behind the smile.
He's hoping I won't say he's too young for me. Aw, isn't that sweet?
She gave a little giggle. “You only recently became legal, huh?”

They both laughed.

“And, hey listen, I really want ta say thank you.” Randy lowered his eyes and put his hand over Cheryl's.

“For what?”

Randy gave a half-smile and a small shrug. “Only thank you, okay?”

Cheryl nodded. Intuitively she realized he was expressing his gratitude for her claiming him as her boyfriend when Sheila tried to zing him. She leaned her head against his shoulder again. “Well, thank you, too.”

“For what?”

“I simply wanted to thank you, okay?” Cheryl didn't care whether or not he knew what it was she was thanking him for, because honestly, she didn't know herself. But she hoped he realized the thanks were sincere. Usher's love song “Here I Stand” was playing in the background. “Oh, don't you love this song?” she asked, snuggling closer to him.

“I never really listened to the words before, but I like it now,” Randy answered, stroking Cheryl's hair. “It's the way I feel about you.”

“Boy, you don't even know me,” Cheryl said with a laugh.

“I know. But I'm not lying. It's the way I feel,” Randy said solemnly.

“What time do the buses to Scranton stop running?”

“It doesn't matter. I went ahead and got a motel room. I plan on catching the noon bus tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Cheryl stood up, and slowly removed the jacket he'd given her from her shoulders. She lifted Randy's chin so that he was looking into her eyes. “You've wasted your money because you're staying with me tonight.”

Randy's eyes widened, and Cheryl could see his Adam's apple do a quick jig. “That would be fine. You ready to leave now?”

“I am,” she answered in a husky voice.

“Well, then so am I.” Randy got up so quickly his chair fell over backward. He looked down at it, then at Cheryl, and they both laughed.

“Smooth, ain't I?” he said, bending over and picking it up. “Don't even answer that.” He put his arm around her waist, and they walked back into the ballroom, and toward the exit.

“There you are, Randy! I've been looking all over for you. Glad to see you made it.”

“Oh, hello, Mr. Archer.”

“Mr. Archer? Please! Call me Danny!” The man who had dissed Sheila a few hours earlier slapped Randy on the back. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Well, yes, I was, but, uh, we were about ta leave.”

“We?” Danny looked at Cheryl as if noticing her for the first time. “Yes, of course. Well, I'm glad you were able to make it. How about you give me a call next week? Let's see if we can get together for lunch?”

“Uh, sure!”

Randy was still shaking his head as he and Cheryl climbed into a taxicab. “I can't believe it. He ignored me all night, then all of a sudden, he's telling me ta call him by his first name and asking me ta lunch.” He pulled Cheryl into a hug and kissed her forehead. “Girl, ya know, I think you're my good luck charm.”

*  *  *

At her apartment, Randy complimented her décor, but Cheryl didn't bother to waste time with small talk. She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. Like a gentleman, he took a seat in the lilac, wingback chair and folded his hands in his lap.

Tickled by Randy's good Southern manners, she laughed aloud and then eased out of her damp dress and winked at Randy. He stared, mouth agape, at the sight of her large, firm breasts and rose-colored nipples.

“Gosh!” He ran a shaky hand down the side of his face.

Cheryl reclined on the bed and then propped herself up on an elbow. “Are you gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna come and join me?”

Fully dressed, Randy stood and woodenly crossed the bedroom. Smiling teasingly, Cheryl patted the mattress. He sat at the edge of the bed, back erect, his fingers interlaced with his hands once again resting upon his lap.

Acting out the role of a teasing vixen was fun and Cheryl vamped it up, squeezing her breasts and stroking her nipples. Unable to take it any longer, Randy moved closer to her and gently nudged her back until she was lying on the bed. He hovered over her and hungrily put one of her breasts in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip.

His warm breath tickled her breast and a sudden rush of warmth filled Cheryl's body. “Don't stop,” she uttered as she pulled him on top of her. Showing him what she really wanted, she wrapped her long legs around his waist and ran her hands over his body as she lifted his shirt over his head. Though he appeared slender, his chest and shoulders were strong and athletically muscular. Cheryl traced her finger over his skin, feeling every bulge of his sinewy muscles, and sighed at the magnificence of his sculpted torso.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as Randy continued to lick, suck, and devour her nipples that were now as hard as diamonds. Her nipples were her weak spot, and she could easily lose control if Randy kept up his expert tongue game. She hadn't expected such masterful ministrations from a country boy.

Diverting his attention away from her breasts, she lifted up to meet his mouth, and began kissing him ravenously. Although she could feel his burgeoning erection through his pants, Randy seemed content to kiss for hours. Cheryl, however, wanted more. She wanted to get inside his pants and fondle his pulsing manhood. The thought of his hot flesh pushing inside of her and scorching her insides caused Cheryl to grow moist with anticipation. The moisture escalated to a dripping wetness that spread between her legs and leaked to the crotch of her panties.

She reached downward, struggling to unzip his pants and liberate his manhood without pulling her lips away from his. With a great deal of effort, his pants finally fell halfway down. She then yanked at his briefs, freeing his dick that was heavy and thick with desire.

Torn between sucking his dick and stuffing it inside her overheated pussy, Cheryl was relieved when Randy finally took some initiative and eased her panties over her hips. Next, he parted her legs, getting a close look at her moist sex. He grunted appreciatively as he parted her labia. He inserted a finger, and then lowered his head and sucked on her swollen clitoris.

Cheryl arched her back as he slid his finger in and out while tugging on her clit with his lips. She writhed and thrashed as the dual pleasure became unbearable, pushing her to the edge of sanity.

Without warning, he withdrew his finger and drove his tongue inside her creamy, hot box. She gave a sharp intake of breath. Excitement building, she widened her legs and then wrapped them around Randy's neck.

Cheryl squealed and writhed. Randy's tongue game was everything. In fact, it was so good, Cheryl found herself nearing a climax from his mouth alone, but she wanted more. Attempting to back away from his thorough tongue lashing, she moaned and pleaded for him to give her some dick. Desperately, she pulled him up to her, kissing him passionately, and tasting her own salty juices on his lips.

Grasping his dick, she guided it inside her, her eyes becoming wide with bliss as she realized how well he fit inside her. She held on to him, tight, as he moved with smooth, swift motions. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear as he slid in and out of her juicy, tight clutch.

On the brink of orgasm, Randy murmured desperately, “Baby, I'm sorry. I'm about to cum.”

“It's okay. Give it to me, Randy,” she responded in a husky voice.

He clenched her shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut as he speeded up his thrusting, giving her every inch of dick, and filling her with exquisite pleasure.

In tune with Randy, Cheryl could feel the familiar shuddering as a climax bubbled up inside her. Randy continued to plunge into her, and she half-moaned and half-screamed as waves of pleasure overtook her. Randy came quickly after Cheryl, and they clung to each other, sweat pouring, hearts pounding in unison.

*  *  *

“Girl, I've seen it, but I ain't believin' it.” Stephen stood outside the living room with his arms crossed, watching Cheryl walk back toward her bedroom. “Was that really the Lionel Richie-looking, Gomer Pyle-talking, country bumpkin that you walked to the door, roomie?”

Cheryl yawned and gave a full stretch. “Yep, that was him. He was having a bad night, so I decided to take him home and grant him a pity fuck. But then he got some good news right as we were leaving the party, so it turned into a congratulations fuck.”

“Oh! A congratulations fuck, huh? I've never even heard of that. How was it?”

“Good enough for him to ask me to marry him.” Cheryl picked up the remote from a coffee table and clicked on the television.

“Well, you go ahead, girl. I want details.” Stephen walked over and sat down on the couch, then patted the cushion next to him for Cheryl to do the same.

CNN has recently learned that the Yankees have decided to bring up two players from farm teams to play out the rest of the year, in preparation for a possible 100-game suspension of third baseman Alex Rodriguez next season due to his steroid use.

“Oooh,” Cheryl said, slowly sinking down onto the plush, velvet couch. “Oh, it was good. And something tells me it's gonna get even better. Believe it or not, he'd never eaten pussy before last night. But, I'll tell you, the man's a natural.”

“Really?” Stephen put his hand to his mouth as if surprised. “Do tell me more!”

“Stephen, wait.” Cheryl said excitedly. “Did you hear what the announcer said about the Yankees?”

“I wasn't paying attention. What did he say?”

“He said the Yankees are bringing up a couple of third basemen from the minors to play out the rest of the season.”

“Well, that would only make sense.” Stephen took a sip of his coffee. “Alex Rodriguez can appeal his suspension all he wants, but there's no way that fine Latino is going to be playing next season. The Yankees have to bring up a couple of minor leaguers so they can get some experience playing behind Jayson Nix.”

Cheryl nodded. “Nix has had a good year on third, and the Yankees are going to be banking on getting Rodriguez back as soon as the suspension is over, so they probably aren't going to try to spend any really big bucks bringing in a free agent.”

“Right. So they bring in a couple of guys now, see who's best, and decide who they'll sign for next season to play behind Nix.”

“Okay, listen to this,” Cheryl said animatedly. “Randy is a third baseman.”

“Who's Randy?” Stephen looked puzzled.

“You know him better by young country bumpkin.” Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Anyway, he plays for the Yankees farm team in Scranton.”

Stephen sat up straight. “Uh-huh. And?”