Ball Game

by DonLeeds

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, .

Desc: Sex Story: Wayne's Story

I took the afternoon off work so I could catch a baseball game. The Jays were hosting the hated Yankees. I met my buddy, Dave, outside the stadium. The first pitch was thrown out by a local celebrity. He was a soccer player who played on the Canadian national team. He also played in the English Premiere League for Arsenal. He was probably the best Canadian soccer player there was.

He also used to be one of our best buddies back in high school. His name was Ben Latimore. We all grew up in a town called Lindsay, Ontario. It isn't that far from Toronto, but it has more of a small town vibe.

"When was the last time you talked to Ben, Dave?"

"It was a while ago, 6 months maybe. He's having a blast in London."

"Yeah, about the same for me. He's famous now, but he's still the same old Ben."

"Yeah, he hasn't let it go to his head like some do. He's still a cool guy."

"Let's see if we can talk to him after the game."

"Sounds like a plan, Wayne."

In case you didn't know, The English Premiere League is definitely one of the best soccer leagues in the world. The world's best players play there. Ben didn't score many goals. He was a defender. He got paid to stop other people from scoring. He was in Arsenal's regular lineup and Arsenal is perennially one of the best teams in the Premiere League and that means one of the best teams in the world. He wasn't world famous, like Ronaldo or Maradona or whatever, but all real soccer fans, or football fans over in England would know who he was.

Canada is not really all that good at soccer. We never make the world cup. Ben was the face of Canadian soccer. He was pretty famous in Canada. We were always hoping that we would be good the next year.

Anyways, the Blue Jays lost to the Yankees. Jeter had a great game. I hate that guy. We headed towards press row. We figured Ben probably got interviewed on TV during the broadcast of the game.

When we got closer there was an area cordoned off. We could see some old ball players hanging around along with the reporters. We caught sight of Ben over in the corner. There were even security guards making sure nobody got in who wasn't supposed to get in. We were able to catch Ben's eye and wave to him. Ben's eyes lit up when he saw us. He motioned for us to wait for him. He said his good byes hastily and came up to us in 5 minutes.

"God it's good to see you guys. How you doin?"

"Good Ben, good. You wanna go for a couple of drinks?"

"Sounds like a plan, Wayne. Lead the way."

We shot the shit for a while like friends will do.

"So what's it like to play for Arsenal, Ben? Women flock to you?"

"Oh man Dave, it's unbelievable. There are women everywhere throwing themselves at me. I'm not shitting you. Some of them are freaking gorgeous too."

"Wow Ben."

He grinned at us. "Look guys, I'm not gonna lie. I've had my share of quick sex hook ups with groupies. It gets old, guys. It really does. I really wish I could find a woman who didn't know that I make millions of dollars a year."

Dave and I looked at each other. We shrugged. We just couldn't understand where he was coming from.

Two hotties butted into our conversation.

"Hey Ben. How are you doing? Could you sign these for us?"

Ben smiled at the girls and signed their stuff for them. Both girls pushed their titties up against him.

"Excuse me ladies." He nodded over at Dave and me.

The ladies smiled at him. "Bye Ben," they strutted away.

"See, that's what I'm talking about."

"They were hot, Ben."

"Oh I know, I'm still a man, but all they saw was dollar signs. Trust me. I can tell."

"Hey Ben, have you seen Myra lately?"

Ben looked surprised. "Myra? Myra Freeman? No, Why?"

"She asks about you every time I talk to her, buddy."

"Me too, Ben," said Dave.

"Really? Myra Freeman asks about me? Wow."

"Ben, buddy. You're famous now, dude."

"I know, I know. But Myra Freeman, wow."

Dave and I laughed.

"You should call her, dude."

Ben was a popular kid in high school. Everyone liked him, but he wasn't really all that confident back then. He had always liked Myra. Heck, all of us had always liked Myra. Myra was the hottest girl in the whole school in my opinion. She was also probably the nicest person in the whole school. She was nice to everyone. It didn't matter if you were a math geek or a football jock.

I could think of only two people in the whole school who didn't like Myra. That would be the next two hottest girls in the school. They were stuck up bitches.

Anyways, Ben stared off into space for a while.

"I don't have her number guys. I can't call her."

Dave whipped out his phone. "Ready Ben?"

Ben looked at him and then pulled out his phone. "Go ahead, Dave."

Dave announced the number and Ben added it to his phone.

"You really think I should call her, guys?"

"She's here in T.O. Ben. And as far as I know, she's single. What have you got to lose, buddy?"

Ben nodded. "I'll be back in a few, guys. Don't leave without me."

Ben disappeared.

I had asked Myra out myself just after high school ended. She rejected me. She was very nice about it, but she rejected me. She made it clear that we would never become a couple. We were still pretty good friends though. She just was a really nice person. I talked about her with Dave once. He'd also asked her out around the same timeframe. He got pretty much the exact same result. She rejected him nicely and they were still friends.

We both agreed that whoever caught Myra would be a very lucky man.

Ben came back into the bar with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Well guys, I hope you don't mind taking a little walk over to the 123 club?"

"What's up, Ben?"

"We're meeting Myra there."

"Now? Don't you want to go alone, Ben?"

"Naw, I'd rather if you guys came along with me. You've kept up with her. I've barely talked to her in years and even back in high school I hardly talked to her."

"Whatever you say, Ben. Let's go."

Myra had just gotten off work. She looked even more beautiful as a 23 year old business woman than she did in high school. She gave all 3 of us nice hugs.

We chatted away for hours. Time was flying by.

A couple of times people interrupted us for Ben's autograph but otherwise we had a great time. Ben was obviously smitten with Myra. Myra looked like she might just be smitten with him as well.

Ben and Myra left together.

"Well Dave, there goes the future Mrs. Ben Latimore."

"I think you're right. Oh well, at least Ben is a good guy. They will probably be very happy together."

Dave and I clinked glasses.

Two attractive women sat down at our table. They both were showing a fair amount of cleavage. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on their faces.

"Hi guys ... How are you doing tonight?"

"Better now," I said with a grin.

The blonde one smiled at me.

"So that was Ben Latimore wasn't it?"

"Yes, that was Ben."

"What's he like?"

"Ben's a great guy. I think you're out of luck though. My friend and I were just discussing things. I think Ben is totally taken with our friend, Myra.

"Damn it all," said the blonde.

"Look ladies, it's obvious you're not interested in us. Have a great night. We were just leaving."

Dave gave me a look, but then he nodded his head. The brunette was no better than her friend. She'd also looked very disappointed to hear about Ben.

I stood up.

The blonde reached for me.

"I'm sorry. You're right that was rude of me. Let us make it up to you. Sit down for a while."

She wanted to be the one in control. She was used to men fawning all over her.

"No, we've really gotta go. Here's my card. If you really want to get to know me, call me."

Dave reached into his pocket and handed the other girl his card. We left.

The ladies didn't look happy with us at all.

Just as we left the bar, we heard a woman yelling at us.

"Hold on, guys."

Dave and I stopped and turned around.

Two good looking women were smiling at us.

"Oh that was great. You put those gold diggers in their places. You made the right decision. Trust me."

The lady who was doing all the talking was tall and slim. She must have been 5 foot 11. The other lady was normal height, 5'6'' maybe. She had hips. She had already snuggled up to Dave. Dave put his arm around her as I looked at them. She smiled at him and snuggled closer. She hadn't said a word.

"I'm Wayne and this is Dave. Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Lissa, two S's. This is Brianne. Do you mind if we join you?"

Dave and Brianne were kissing already.

I glanced over at them and then grinned at Lissa. "I don't think Dave will mind."

Dave backed away blushing. Then he turned to Brianne.

"Do you wanna go to my place, honey?"

Brianne gave him a big smile and threw herself at him. Her ass was perfect. Dave kneaded it hard. Brianne moaned. Dave gave me a shit- eating grin and they left.

I turned to Lissa.

"Your friend doesn't say much, Lissa."

She giggled. "Oh she can talk, Wayne. She's just horny. That's all."

"I could tell, Lissa. So could Dave."

"You're not upset are you, Wayne?"

"Upset? of course not, Lissa. Your friend is beautiful. Dave is a lucky man. But he's my good buddy. I'm happy for him."

"What makes her beautiful, Wayne? Tell me."

"She has a very pretty face, Lissa, and she has a way of carrying herself."

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