Let's Play Ball (3 page)

“
Coach Rizza, are you
stalking me?”

“
Maybe.” I raised an
eyebrow.

“
What are you doing at
Lemington Park? You had never heard of it when I brought it up at
practice.”

“
Yeah I Googled it and
decided to check it out. I usually work out from home. There’s
nothing wrong with getting some fresh air.”

“
So true.” She
agreed.

“
You come here every
day?”

“
Five days a week. We got to
keep moving. We can walk and talk.” Kari started walking. I took my
place alongside her. I was trying to pay attention to her face and
not the splattering of sweat on her chest and arms. She was very
sexy, wet, sweaty, Victoria Secret model sexy.

“
Oh so you take this working
out really serious.” I asked to distract me from
gawking.

“
Not as serious as you. I
suppose.” She smiled and gave me a speedy once over with her
beautiful brown eyes.

I got lost in the moment and had to
think of something to say. “So you don’t go to the gym?”

“
No, I have never had a gym
membership. I feel kind of weird about paying money to do something
I can do for free. I would feel like I’m throwing away
money.”

I shrugged. “That’s one way to look at
it.” I realized that I was a little nervous alone on the track with
her.

“
Coach Rizza, that’s Kari’s
way to look at it.”

“
I suppose.” I smirked as I
mocked her logic.

“
You don’t go to the gym.
You said you work out at home.”

“
Yeah, a home gym. I got a
bike, an elliptical, a treadmill and a bench.”

“
Bench?” Her eyes shot
up.

“
Weight bench.”

“
I only have a quarter of a
mile left. I only do three miles. I walk one and a half and run one
and a half.”

“
So what are you doing when
you leave here?” I asked curious to know it all.

“
When I finish my three I go
swing on the swings for a while.”

She was serious. “The swings?” I
frowned and I’m sure my middle aged wrinkles were on
display.

“
Yeah, there aren’t any kids
here this early. They’re still in school. I think swinging works my
abdominal muscles but I have no scientific proof of
this.”

“
They don’t have swings at
the gym.”

“
Are you trying to debunk my
theory?”

“
Hell yeah. You know I have
never heard anyone ever use the work debunk before.”

“
So now you have heard
someone use it, Coach Smarty-pants. Mark this day in your
calendar.”

“
I will. It’s a historical
moment in my life.” I joked.

“
Are you going to join me on
the swing?”

“
I don’t think I could fit
on the same swing as you.”

“
I think you could do
whatever you want to do.” She suggestively added.

“
I wish I could do whatever
I wanted to do.” Like rip those wet clothes from your body and fuck
you on the jungle gym. Did I just say that? Did I just think
that?

“
Believe me when I say you
can do whatever you want to do.” She was flirting with me giving me
a hidden message that may not be all that hidden. I guess I
couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes. Maybe she was leading me on. I
want to be led.

Kari ventured off the track to the
cement path. We walked through the grass to the playground in the
center of the track. We stopped at the swing set that was next to
the slide. There were four vacant regular swings and two infant
swings.

I followed Kari like a new trained
puppy. She took a seat on a swing. I took the seat right next to
her. I sat faced in the opposite direction. I needed to be able to
see her clearly. She was something to see.

“
You’re pretty quiet at the
baseball games. You’re one of the parents that actually let me
coach their kid without any distractions.”

“
Yeah, I don’t know much
about baseball. Plus it’s your team. I’m just a spectator. I
remember the little scolding you gave the parents about coaching
from the sidelines.”

“
I’ve been making that
speech for years. Some people think they can do it better than me
but believe me they can’t. I recall you had a little smirk on your
face when I was ranting. Why is that?”

“
I thought it was
cute.”

“
Cute?”

“
Wrong word, more like sexy.
You were all serious and tough. You were like sit down and shut up.
I got this. I run this baseball field.” She tried to mimic my
voice.

“
That’s not what I
said.”

“
I know but that’s what I
heard and I thought that was sexy.”

“
So you like being bossed
around?”

“
I don’t know, maybe
sometimes. Do you like bossing people around Coach
Rizza?”

“
Depends on the person,
could I boss you around?”

“
I refuse to answer that
question.” She giggled and it was so hot.

“
Why?”

“
I might give you an honest
answer and I’m trying to be good.”

“
As opposed to being
bad?”

“
Huh.” She
shrugged.

“
When I say hello you barely
acknowledge me. At practice you push Trey out the car and you don’t
even wave hello.”

“
Yes I know.”

“
Why?”

“
I don’t want to be too
polite. There are eyes everywhere. Someone may get the wrong
impression.”

She had a good point but a simple hello
Mason. “That may be true but you can at least smile and greet
me.”

“
See there’s the problem.”
She looked me dead on. “Can I keep it real with you?”

“
I prefer that you
did.”

“
I think you are very
attractive. You’re my type. You know the type of man I’m attracted
to.” Kari stood up leaving me sitting and trying to take in her
compliment. “So that’s why I try to stay away from you. I don’t
want any trouble. What happens if you think I’m
attractive?”

“
I do think you’re very
attractive. I’m sure every straight man does.”

“
Well it has been my
experience that when a man wants something or somebody, a little
gold band has never stopped them.”

There was a weird silence that passed
between us. I stood to gage her closely. She bit her bottom lip and
her eyes scanned my entire body. She was checking me out like I had
done to her many times since we met. She had the same surge I had
the minute we laid eyes on each other.

“
Kari, maybe I’m different
from other guys. Maybe the gold band means something to me.” I was
lying. I wanted to fuck her ten ways until Sunday.

“
Maybe, only time will tell.
I know me. I know that if you ask me to jump I will say how high.
So I will stay away from you and hope that you never ever say
jump.” She shrugged and crossed her arms under her
chest.

Just as if the conversation didn’t get
inappropriately intense Kari turned on her heels and jogged away
leaving me standing on the playground. I didn’t know what to do
with the information she bestowed upon me. I just remained there
and took it all in. I watched as she got in her silver Camry and
drove away from the park, away from me.

This attraction was different than
before. Remotely different than that one time four years ago when I
cheated on Tess. I was sloppy drunk, it was Superbowl Sunday and it
was with some random chick from the bar. I had seen that random
chick around but she was nobody to me. She definitely wasn’t
someone I had to see at baseball games and practices.

I held that little Superbowl
indiscretion to myself. I didn’t even tell Mike. I learned that
excessive alcohol and judgment calls don’t mix. I am a grown up now
and drinking like I’m still back in college is really not an
option.

My brother thinks I have a perfect
marriage and a perfect wife. I do. I think. But if it’s so perfect
why am I constantly thinking of Kari? If I slept with Kari and it
went bad I would have to see her three times a week. I’m getting
ahead of myself. It’s not going to happen. I felt so guilty the
last time and I was too wasted to actually know what was happening.
There’s no way I’m putting myself through that again.

I walked through the playground, pass
the basketball court, pass the two baseball diamonds and into the
parking lot. I got in my car and drove home in the fog her words
produced.

When I got home Tess was in the kitchen
feeding the kids breakfast. I kissed her on the cheek. She said
something about me smelling stinky. I remember the kids laughing
but I was zoned out. I had other things on my mind.

I jogged the stairs two at a time until
I made it to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and started to
peel off my clothes. Stripped down and naked, I took a hard look at
myself. I peered into the mirror over the sink. I exhaled when I
thought of her, Kari. All I had to say was jump.

I got in the shower and let the hot
water wash over my back. I closed my eyes and let the water ran
over my face. It felt so good under the jets. I grabbed the
bodywash and squeezed a wad in the palm of my hand. I rubbed my
chest, one pec at a time in small circles. I thought of Kari, her
lips, her tits and her lovely ass in those Levis the first time we
met.

I imagined Kari’s hands in place of
mine, her hands examining my chest. Her hands massaging my arms and
shoulders. Her fingers skimming my abs. I traced my hand down to my
crotch. I took my energized cock in my wet hand. I opened my eyes
just for a second. I was rock hard in the shower thinking of her. I
rolled my wet fingers over my cockhead and stroked my fingers down
the shaft. I gripped my evil twin firmly. I started to rub my shaft
up and down, slowly at first. I wonder what Kari’s pussy taste
like? Shit. I started to move my hand faster, and faster, and
faster. I was shaking my cock like I was shaking dice in the game
of Yahtzee. Fuck me! This feels good. How does she feel?

The muscles in my back started to tense
as I felt myself coming to an explosive conclusion. What I wouldn’t
give to have Kari sexy lips wrapped around my big cock. Her tongue
licking my balls and bouncing them on her wet tongue. Two of my
fingers buried deep in her scorching hot succulent pussy. Ughhh
fuck! Shit! Shit! That did it. I came fast and hard in the wet
solace of the water. Fuck me! I gushed all over the tiles. I got
carried away. I need better aim. I leaned forward to steady myself.
I was a little off balance. My hair had run down to my forehead. I
took both my hands and pushed it back.

While in the shower I decided I would
go into the office instead of work from home. I need to escape my
mischievous thoughts. I wish Kari never told me she was attracted
to me. I wish I didn’t want to fuck her so badly.

I went into the office and worked
alongside my brother. I went out to lunch to run some errands. I
went to the mall, a place that I rarely visited. I returned to the
office as quickly as I could. Work was a comfortable place for me.
It was like my second home. I worked until eight o’clock. I hadn’t
planned on staying that late but there were structural problems
with an office building we are building in the suburb of Naperton.
I didn’t get home until eight-thirty. My kids were already in bed.
Tess was somewhere in the house. I went to check on the
kids.

I thought long and hard about how I
could rid myself of this adulterous desire I had for Kari
Fenderson. Earlier at work I came up with a plan to get the
temptress out of my head. That was why I went to the mall. I loved
my wife. I wanted to fuck Kari. I could just fuck my wife instead
of make love to her. That would sate my obsession with the black
princess. At least that was the plan.

I made sure the children where tucked
away and in a sound sleep. I entered the bedroom and Tess wasn’t
there. I wanted to fuck, not make love. I sat on the edge of the
bed. I sat my cell on the bedside table. I picked it back up to set
the time on the alarm clock.

Tess strolled in with a smile. This was
the mood I hoped she be in. Tess was not what many would call a
timeless beauty. She had brown curly permed hair that was not long
but not short. She has very small facial features. She has thin
lips, a thin nose and small eyes. Tess was very thin even after our
three kids. Her mother was overweight and Tess became obsessive
about being thin.

My wife even had a bout with anorexia
nervosa in her college years. Then it resurfaced after our first
child was born. Tess had an irrational fear of gaining weight. It
was illogical to everyone around her. She was 5’4” and ninety-eight
pounds. She went to therapy and was briefly medicated. I felt bad
about the entire ordeal although I never criticized her in any way.
I just wanted her to be healthy. I secretly prefer her to have more
weight on her body. Married couples have secrets. I learned never
to engage her in any topics concerning weight or food. I would
never do anything to trigger her disease. She was a devoted wife
and a loving mother. I couldn’t ask for a better spouse. We all
have our personal problems and hang-ups.