Stu spat on the ground.

“Damn, Chris. Check out the tits on THAT one!”

Chris glanced over, trying too hard not to make it look like a gawk. The tits were nice, that was for sure.

But Chris’ eyes quickly wandered to the lovely creature beside her.

“Yeah,” Chris mumbled. “Nice.”

Stu let out a small sigh. “Damn it. You’re checking out her daughter, ain’t ya?” He groaned when Chris did not answer. “Listen, Bud. You’ve gotta reputation. It’s gonna bite you in the ass sometime.”

Pursed lips, Chris’s attention went onto the field.

The offense was rocking today. Only in the third, they had a seven-to-zip lead. Meanwhile, Harris was dealing for their team, looking like his usual stellar self.

“Probably not going to be much of a game for the bullpen,” Chris thought.

The club’s bullpen was in the outfield, and the home team was in left field. There never seemed to be a shortage of lovely ladies gathering around the bullpen, searching for a chance to be with a ball player.

Four months ago, Chris was struggling in Boston until getting released. Though a blow to the ego, an offer from Cincinnati two weeks later was good enough to get back into the groove.

Always a relief pitcher since coming up six years ago, success had been fleeting for the side-armer. Considered done for good a few months ago, Chris’s career was revived thanks to a solid field manager in Chad Harper and a bullpen coach willing to work with complex luck cases in Luke Rodriguez.

Since joining Cincy, Chris and Stu had become very good friends.

With that, Stu knew Chris’ nuances.

“OK,” Stu said. “Listen. I’m going to the corner to talk with Mom over there. Good chance they are from out of town, so somebody’s gotta keep an eye on the kid, right?”

Chris nodded, a small smile appearing on the corners. “Yeah, sure,” Chris said, glancing at the mom’s kid.

She was a cutie, which was for sure. Not being a good judge of age, Chris did not even attempt to guess the girl’s age, but thought she had to be in high school. She had tiny, budding breasts which looked damn good in that tiny cut-off t-shirt proudly displaying the name of the Cincinnati ball club. The girl had spun around a few times while standing with Mom at the railing, showing off a cute little rump, one of Chris’s significant weaknesses.

But those eyes, and those lips! Rounded, innocent eyes so blue, the color could be caught at the other end of the bullpen – eyes seeing everything and watching every move intently. And a pair of very kissable, pouting lips occasionally wet with an innocent tongue flick.

Their eyes locked for a few brief moments while Stu was chatting up Mom. The girl flashed him with a cute, toothy grin, her eyes lighting up. A touch of Chris’s bill of the cap made her bounce a little bit in excitement; a sly wink made her giggle.

Stu returned a few moments later, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Got her number. She’s coming by my room an hour after the game, the girl is his daughter, and she is bringing her. She said she would be thrilled if you babysat her.” Stu gave Chris a playful slap on the forearm. “I would say behave, but I know better!”

The game was a laughingstock. Cincinnati scored three more in the next three innings, while Harris was almost unhittable. Chris was called in for the last two innings, holding the Royals to one hit and one walk.

An hour later, Chris sat with Stu in Stu’s apartment, where Chris’s place was right down the hall. A slight knock sounded at the door.

The lady practically dropped to her knees before Chris, rushing her daughter and Chris out of the apartment.

“We can go to my place, if you like,” Chris told the girl, who looked like she had experienced this a lot. “There is also an ice cream place downstairs if you want to go there. They have a great caramel milkshake!”

“I love caramel!” The girl said. “Yeah, let’s go!”

The pair headed to the elevator. “Mom usually takes a while. She’ll be up there a few hours,” the girl said as they rode the elevator down.

Chris found that the girl’s name was Gina. Gina was fifteen and a fan of the Cincinnati team for as long as she could remember. Her mother was also a fan, having gone to the places of a dozen players Gina knew of.

“Most of the time, I just wander the city and look around,” Gina said, sipping her milkshake.”

“Alone?” Chris asked incredulously.

The girl nodded. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She wrapped her lips around the straw and sucked on it, not breaking eye contact with Chris. A little bit of the milkshake dripped when Gina took her mouth off the straw. Gina took her tongue along the tip of the straw, licking at it, her eyes still on Chris.

Yeah, Chris liked this girl.

Both finished their milkshakes quickly. Chris laughed a bit inside, comparing this to the old days of going to bars with older fans.

Those days had long gone. Chris had discovered a liking for the younger girls quite a while ago but rarely followed through. There was too much chance of trouble, but at least fantasies were satisfying.

Gina looked at their empty cups. “So ... we gonna go up to your place and fuck?” She asked casually, grinning at him with a cute pair of dimples on each cheek as she stirred her straw in the empty glass.

Chris choked and quickly left the place, the girl skipping behind him.

As they passed Stu’s room, screams of pleasure could be heard from within.

“Mom’s a loud fucker,” Gina said, skipping a little bit in front of Chris, who could not help but look at her cute little bouncing butt. “Me, I’m quiet.” She gave Chris a coy glance. “I don’t wanna get anybody in trouble,” she said with a smile.