Baseball Isn't My Sport But They Make It Work

Heart beating rapidly, I sucked in a breath, a breath for full of air it was as if I was choking. My head shook from the lack of air filling it even though I knew I was taking in gallons. My hands and feet clenched from the unsteadily function of the rest of my body. My stomach crunched nervously as my heart picked up its pace.

What was going on?! What was happening to me?! But even with those questions running through my head I knew the answer. It was them as it had always been. They filled every second of everyday whispering in my mind. They visited my dreams when I least called for them and spoke to my body with a need I could only fill to their dream selves.

Yet sucking in another breath that I knew wouldn't reach my brain; I growled in frustration as I watched one of my two fantasies kick up dust with his thick legs as he sped down the field to the next base. Groaning I watched as he slid across the base only to get up and rub the dirt from his pants mainly his crouch. Shaking my head I tried to look away I really did but the way he gripped his package I couldn't help but lick my lips in want as I imagined my lips enclosing around that hidden package.

Crossing my legs I turned toward my other fantasy to see him stretching  those fine sexy legs in tight black and white pants that snuggly cupped his bubble ass. Groaning again I knew coming to this baseball game was a mistake.

I still remember when I had been forced to cut across the field because of certain circumstances and hadn't noticed the practice going on and had almost been hit in the head by a fast spinning ball. And just as I was about to get hit a strong arm reached out and pulled me down.

Sighing I still felt the muscled arms tightly wrapped around me as we fell down against the soft grass;the way his body protected mine as his head bounced, lips open onto my covered breast. Though that didn't stop the little monster from perking at his touch.

But soon after we laid on the grass staring at each other for a moment, I rushed to my feet only to be knocked down again by a second gorgeous man. Rubbing my head, I watched as they dusted off and held out a hand for me. Shaking my head I got up on my own and high tailed out of there, embarrassed that I had made a fool out of myself.

Squeezing my eyes closed I could feel their lips on my secret trigger spots drawing moans from my lip. Feeling their rough hands explore all I had to give while my hands traveled as well though not to the places I wanted as they took a hold of my hands.

A tap on my shoulder had me snapping my eyes open. A man, no more than 45 smiled down at me.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered out unsteadily, as my voice cracked. Blushing I cleared my voice.

"Well I just wanted to tell you the game was over and well I'd like to pack up but I heard you moaning over here."

Dropping my head, I flushed in embarrassment! How could I have done something like that in public! Ahhh god just swallow me up now!

" I'm sorry!" Grabbing my things I rushed out the sitting area towards my house that wasn't to far from the field as the old man's laughter followed me.

Stupid , stupid, stupid I scolded myself. How could I have been so careless! Sighing I did the walk of shame to my poor excuse of a house. The house was run down with the roof sinking in and the color, Lord Jesus, that had washed away long ago leaving only bits and pieces of what might have been it's glory days. Oh and let's not get started on the small bed, living room and kitchen that had holes from the amount of rats and roaches living with me. My bedroom was a closet, a tiny window, a mini dresser and finally a small kids bed that I found in the trash.

If you hadn't noticed I live alone. Parents didn't want me so they just left after I turned 15 and said I could take care of myself now. In fact they only stayed that long because they were given a large amount of money to care for me by an unknown source they wouldn't tell me.Damn selfish people if you ask me.

But what could I do? Broke, poor and alone..I wasn't raised learning any traits used to help a person survive yet here I am still cooking, cleaning and breathing as if I had done so all my life.