Put Me In, Coach!
Copyright© 2006 by Tony Stevens
Chapter 23
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 23 - Story Number 7 in the Series. Zeke (The Streak) Taylor had it all -- power, speed on the bases and a.300-plus career average..And he played centerfield like the reincarnation of Tris Speaker. Then he met a woman unlike any of the legion of bimbo-blonde groupies with whom he had wasted the past decade. But she was so different from any woman he'd ever known that Zeke couldn't be certain they could make a relationship work. He knew he was going to try.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Interracial Safe Sex Oral Sex Petting Slow
Alice didn't take a vacation from her job at the hospital. She took a 30-day leave of absence. We got married in Santa Fe, at my folks' house, on Thanksgiving day. We'd flown Phil and Margaret Hughes in for the celebration. Margaret was Maid of Honor.
Alex and Maria where there, too. And Forrest Whitcomb from the Astros: my Best Man. I hadn't been raised in Santa Fe. My parents had moved there after I was grown up and gone. But I recognized several of their old friends from the family's California days. Good of them to come so far.
Alice had two of her Tennessee cousins in as guests. They were nice girls, both still in their teens. We all got along great. They were staying over, with my parents, for several more days after Alice and I planned to depart.
Alice and I were in Santa Fe for three days. After the reception, we left for a week in Hawaii, off by ourselves in an obscure resort hotel that was hard to get to, but worth it when we finally did.
We'd been together, now, for more than seven full months. We'd been lovers for only a fraction of that time, but we knew each other well. I guess that night, back in September, during the regular season. I guess maybe that had been our wedding night, really.
Still. It was special here. The ocean was right outside the window of our suite. We wouldn't forget this beautiful setting, or the wonder of being together here, thousands of miles from anyone who knew us.
Our first night there, Alice had been giving me unsubtle signals that she was intent on making our visit to Hawaii memorable. Anybody witnessing her behavior in the hotel restaurant, or in the seaside bar afterward, would never have guessed there was, in their midst, a recent virgin girl who once had been a nun.
Oh, she wasn't wild. She was behaving like the lady that she was: Mature. Decorous. Restrained.
But I could see it in her eyes, and, I'm pretty sure, so could anyone else who looked her way.
Back in the room, I was waiting in bed for her to emerge from the bath. I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but, hey, this was my honeymoon. I was trying to show a little class, for a change.
Alice came out. She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her, giving me a real good look.