Chapter 41: Finals & Back to Gerry

All right, I'd better fill you in. I've let three months go by. At first I thought I'd just skip this part and pick up with my Aunt Nicole's wedding. But I realized that would raise too many questions -- too many issues, and so here it is — in condensed form.

I never got another shot at either Leah or L. O. What happened was ... they fell in love with one another and decided that while they loved it when I was with them they didn't feel right about it afterward. And so, I became the odd man out.

My reputation as a ladies man at school took a hit. Well, for a week or two, until it got around that the two girls were lezzies. Um, I had nothing to do with it, as I kept my mouth shut as was, and still is, my rule. Leah made it known that they were an item to keep the other guys from hitting on them. It didn't take long for the rest of the girls to do a 180 and come after me.

But I had first turned back to Gerry and her husband, Hank for sexual relief. You may remember them as a married couple who were active swingers. (Note: Chapters 28 and 29.)

And in between was the baseball teams run in the state baseball tournament. I should talk about that as it had a lot to do with me getting a lot of attention from both professional scouts as well as many colleges.

We lost to Woodrow Wilson in the first game of the tourney. But it was quite a game all the same.

It was played under ideal weather, and in front of an overflow crowd. Oh, did I mention that it went 22 innings?

It was the longest game in the state's history, and the fact that it was in the state tournament added to its stature. My opponent on the mound was a guy named Joe Rafferty, a lanky right-hander who would go on to play in the major leagues for some 14 years, and star in several World Series.

We hooked up in a pitching duel that saw me pitch 17 innings of one-hit ball, while Rafferty gave up three hits in the same number of innings. The local TV station had nothing special on the air that afternoon and the news crew, there for a segment on the nightly news, found themselves being instructed to go live with what was happening. So, from the 12^th inning on, we were on the air.

I was helped by some dazzling fielding. Well, Rafferty was too. And while I also walked two batters, he didn't walk any. But His team did make three inconsequential errors behind him.

Ah, but it was the strikeouts that caught people's attention. I had 25, he had 21.

We did threaten Wilson in the 15^th, when with one out Billy Jennings walked, and Spears singled, sending Jennings to third. The Wilson coach then displayed extraordinary confidence in Rafferty by ordering Tiedemann walked, loading the bases. With the infield drawn in to double-play depth, Rafferty again responded by fanning both myself and Lou Clemons.

It may sound as if I had the better of it. Perhaps, if one just compares me with Rafferty, but we were each dominating the opposition until both coaches thought we had done enough for one day and took us out of the game after pitching 17 scoreless innings.

Casmir Olsewski took over the pitching for us in the bottom of the 18^th. He handled Woodrow Wilson as easily as I had. Rafferty's replacement, a short kid that threw hard handled us just as easily. Until the 19^th, when with one out, Tiedemann singled sharply to left, and stole second two pitches later. He moved to third on an infield out, and scored when the Wilson pitcher was late covering on a ground ball to first.

Wilson roared back in the bottom of the inning. Their cleanup hitter led off with a triple to center, and came home one out later on a base hit up the middle. Casmir retired the side after that and the game went on, tied at 1 — 1.

In the 20^th each team got a runner to second with two outs, but Woods lined out to first, and their best hitter fouled out to third baseman Temple.

The next inning Ed Saniki, usually an outfielder, took over the pitching chores in place of Olsewski. The Wilson kid remained in the game.

It seemed that every batter after that grounded out to either short or second. That is, until the bottom of the 22^nd, when, after the lead-off hitter struck out, their shortstop singled past the outstretched glove of Will Patagonis, our shortstop. The next batter struck out on a three-two count and the runner stole second.

So we had two out and a runner on second with their centerfielder at the plate. Saniki put the first two pitches over the plate and had him at 0 — 2, a major disadvantage. Watching from the dugout, I saw Westrum, the catcher since the 16^th inning call for a pitch on the outside. I think it was a fastball, maybe a slider, I was never sure. He missed his target and put it right down the middle of the plate and the batter took him deep to right, clearing the fence by an easy 20 feet. It was over that quickly, 3 — 1, Wilson. We were out of the tournament.

But the press (AP picked the game up and sent it out nationwide), and the TV coverage was broadcast on NBC the following Saturday when the Yankee — Red Sox game was rained out. Rafferty was deluged with offers to turn pro, and did so at the earliest opportunity.

The pros couldn't talk to me as I was only a sophomore, but at least ten colleges could, and did. Arizona State made it clear that I would have a full scholarship, and hinted at the many girls that would love to see me go there. That cut no ice with me as I had all the pussy a guy could want, even though I'd just been dumped by Leah and L. O.

But it gave me something to shoot for in my junior year, and while I may be jumping the gun here, a week later I made Faces in the Crowd in Sports Illustrated, along with other high school athletes showing promise in various sports. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why they didn't select Rafferty.

School ended, and I played some summer ball, with high school and college guys, but hurt my ankle and dropped off the team four games into their season. I had pitched once, winning 12 — 4. I wasn't sharp at all, walking six batters and giving up four extra base hits. But the batters were on that day and made it easy for me, scoring 8 runs in the first and 4 more in the second.

I also dropped by Mrs. Gerry Whitestone's, and was welcomed with open arms and other parts.

Sometimes her husband, Hank would be around, and we'd have the obligatory three-some. But for the most part, it was just Gerry and me.

She arranged it so that on several occasions -- perhaps at his request -- that we were just finishing up on the living room couch when he came in from work. I never could quite get used to the sight of this formally clad business exec just whipping it out, and jerking off all over his nice three-piece suit.

One particular day, I dropped by and we started were going at it, and as I slipped my hand up her leg to caress her bare and bloated pussy, she moaned much louder than usual, "Oh, Bree, don't stop!"

I drove two fingers into her wet cunt and smiled as she humped my hand, releasing little satisfied peals of joy as she started to cum.

After she'd finished coming, I kissed her and pulled her to a sitting position so I could readily unzip her dress. After she'd helped me do it, I stripped and had her lay back on the semen-stained couch she and Hank were so proud of.

This particular day, Gerry wore only a garter belt and stockings. I studied her, while stroking my major league erection. She had a small pooch of a stomach, a recently shaven cunt, and a pair of tits to die for.

"Will Hank be dropping in on us today?" I asked.

"No, he's out of town. He'll be back after seven tonight."

That said, watching me with those big, sexy eyes of hers, Gerry made a grab for my dick and jammed it in her mouth, and sucked like crazy. About a minute later, she popped me out, licked her lips lasciviously and said, "I love fucking you, my handsome boy."

"I like fucking you too, Gerry."

A moment later, with my dick back in her mouth, I got this feeling we were being watched. At first I thought Hank might have set up a camera or two in hope of videoing us. But then I noticed the door to the bedroom was open slightly. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, being occupied with Gerry and all, but I saw a fleeting glimpse of movement behind the door.

"Gerry?"

"Mmmph?"

"Take it out a sec."

"Whuh?" she asked with my dick hanging from her lower lip.

"Is Hank in the bedroom watching?"

"Um, no."

"Someone's in there. Who is it?"

Holding my dick at arm's length as if appraising it's value, she said, "It's probably Gretchen, Hank's sister."

"Should we invite her to join us?"

"Um, no. That's up to Hank."

"He isn't here."

A moment later Gerry let my dick go, leaving it pointing at the ceiling, and rose up and murmured, "Um let me see..."

"Hi Gerry," I heard a female voice chirp as Gerry opened the bedroom door.

"Gretchen ... I didn't hear you come in."

"Oh, I got here just before you did."

"Why didn't you let me know?"

"I was trying to put this damn thing together. I wanted to surprise you."

"What is it?"

"It's a sex machine."

"Wow!"

About that time, I wandered into the bedroom and saw a gorgeous blonde, wearing a lime green mini dress. I knew who she was even before the introduction.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi yourself," she replied.

"Oh, Aubrey, this is Gretchen, my sister-in-law."

"Hello, Gretchen," I said, and made my dick twitch.

"Oh, my!' she exclaimed. "I'm very pleased to meet you ... and your big friend there."

"We have a kind of afternoon delight every so often," Gerry said matter-of-factly.

"Um," Gretchen replied, as if it were not a major news bulletin. "Love the garter-belt effect, Gerry."

Thank you. Victoria Secret's has 'em."

"Ah, I'll have to stop by there and see if they've got something like that for me to tantalized Jeff with."

Gerry turned to me and said, "Jeff's her husband."

I had heard Gerry say a while back that Gretchen was about twenty-five, and had been married for about two years. She had also mentioned that Gretchen and Hank had been fucking each other for years; that her marriage was not an impediment to that, and that Gerry had agreed to Hank and Gretchen's making it whenever possible even before they got married.

"What's the machine do?" I asked, suspecting that I already knew exactly what it did.

"Well," Gretchen said, "I'm supposed to sit in the chair, and lubricate the thingy there, insert it in my ... do you really want to hear all this?"

"I'd rather see how it works," I said.

"I thought you might," she replied with a lewd smile. "But I'm having trouble putting it together."

"Have you used it before?" Gerry asked.

"No ... well, not this one. I did try one out before I bought it though."

"And?" Gerry said.

"I couldn't count all the orgasms I had."

"How long did you use it?" Gerry asked.

"Um, about twenty minutes."

"About?" Gerry said, probing for more information.

"I fainted. When I recovered I wrote the damn check, and had them put it in my station wagon. I drove directly here after that.