Chapter 1

"You look beat," Tami said as I skidded to a stop on my bike.

"I am. Had a four o'clock game for Babe Ruth on the city field, then a seven o'clock for American Legion on the high school field. Not to mention the four miles on my bike in between."

"You know, most kids, only play in one league at a time."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Tami shook her head as I gingerly eased myself off the bike. I was stiff and sore. Bike ride into town, game, bike ride to school, game, bike ride home will do that to you.

"If you were a building, they'd hang a condemned sign on you."

"If I was a horse, I'd be glue by now," I agreed.

"Too bad. I was horny and Mom isn't going to be home for a couple more hours."

I perked up. "Well, I'm really not in the mood, but for you..."

"Well, if you're not in the mood, Kenny's been hinting that he could make me very happy."

"Remind me to punch him again." I reached for her hand. "I think I'm getting a second wind." I started walking, but Tami stayed still, pulling me to a halt.

"Don't you think you should tell your mom you're home?"

For a couple of seconds, I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Mom?

"Oh, right."

Tami just shook her head as I walked in and told Mom I'd made it back. Usually Dad comes to all my games, but he was in Seattle for some kind of meeting. And Mom had to work late, so I told her not to bother.

Too bad, it was one of my better games. I'd almost hit a cycle. A cycle is hitting a single, double, triple, and home run, all in the same game. I'd hit a single, double and a pair of triples in the second game. And against an eighteen-year-old pitcher too. The first game, I'd walked three times and gotten hit by a pitch.

"Now, you were saying you had a problem that I could help you with," I said as I took Tami's hand and we started walking toward her house.

"I was thinking of inviting the girls. You've been hinting about a threesome. I thought I'd skip that and jump right to foursome."

"Has anybody ever told you that you have a touch of sadist in you?"

"Just a touch?"

We were in front of Tami's house. I stopped and pulled her into a hug, kissing her all over her face. Alana had been sitting on her back steps, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her stand and start over.

"Tony?" she said as she got closer. I let Tami go and looked at her. God, she was hot. "Mikee's been looking for you."

"Thanks," I said as I released Tami. "And would it be politically incorrect to say you look awesome?"

Alana smiled and the barest shadow of a frown crossed Tami's face.

"No, but Tami may not like it."

"Tami's a journalist. She has to respect the truth."

Tami gave me a half-smile and nodded. Alana was dressed in very short cut-offs and a midriff blouse sort of thing that would have put Daisy Duke to shame. The original with what's-her-name, not the Jessica Simpson rip-off.

Alana gave me the biggest smile. "You say the sweetest things."

"I, too, respect the truth." Pompous, but, oh well. I wondered if Alana was sending me a signal. I might be only a sophomore and she graduated, but I did play varsity on both football and baseball.

"If you're hinting for Tony to eat your pussy again, he'll be done in about twenty minutes," Tami said, her face somewhere between a smile and a snarl. Apparently if Alana was sending out signals, they were getting intercepted.

"No, no, of course not," Alana sputtered, obviously shocked that Tami knew about our time in the woods. "I'd never..." She looked from Tami to me, and back at Tami again. "He's just a tenth grader. I was just delivering a message."

She turned and walked, almost jogged, away.

"Tell Mikee I'm at Tami's if she still wants me," I yelled at her retreating back. "That was mean," I told Tami.

"Was it?" she said sweetly. She turned away from me and walked up to her house.

"That's it. No more hanging out with Robbie," I said as she opened the door and I followed her in. "She is definitely a bad influence."

"Speaking of your favorite redhead, how'd she do today?"

"Great in the first game, and she didn't come to the second one. Had to go somewhere with her dad. But in the Babe Ruth game, she even pitched an inning."

"How was she?"

I grabbed Tami and pushed her down on the sofa, pressing my body against her. "Not bad." I kissed her right tit through her t-shirt. "Her fastball isn't as fast as most of the pitchers in the league, but she can really put it where she wants it, and that helps. Her curve ball is coming along and what really helps is, she's got the smarts to figure out the batters."

I kissed her left tit, then lifted her shirt up and kissed them both again. My hand was down between us, rubbing the crotch of her shorts. Her nipples were stiff and hard as I sucked one into my mouth and teased the other.