Her Turn at Bat
Ella's weekend is off to a boring start when her boyfriend drags her to a baseball game... until another woman catches her eye. When Ella sneaks away to cool down, the woman follows her with something naughty in mind. Ella is about to learn that she doesn't need a baseball, or a man, to enjoy the game. More
Ella's weekend is off to a boring start when her boyfriend drags her to a baseball game... until another woman catches her eye. When Ella sneaks away to cool down, the woman follows her with something naughty in mind. Ella is about to learn that she doesn't need a baseball, or man, to enjoy the game.
This 5000 word story contains explicit language, lesbian sex, and scenes of fingers, tongues, and a surprising toy. Mature readers only!
A brief excerpt:
There was nothing wrong with appreciating another woman. Women did it all the time, didn’t they? It didn’t mean anything about her sexuality. It didn’t mean she wanted to touch that sleek, dark hair or kiss those painted lips…
-No. Snap out of it-.
She tipped the cup into her mouth again, forcing herself to concentrate on the pleasant coolness of the beer filling her. But there was one place the chill couldn’t reach.The crotch of her jeans seemed unbearably tight. She could feel the hard inner seam pressing into her. If she clenched her thighs together, the seam pushed against her warm, sensitive lips. She squirmed a little, craving a more intense touch.
Her thoughts of her boyfriend were interrupted by the sudden feeling that someone was behind her. Her whole body went stiff. She felt as if she’d been caught naked by the mailman.
Self-consciously, she forced a blank, unsuspicious face and glanced over her shoulder. She was there. The woman. The gorgeous, dark-haired woman from the bleachers. A metallic baseball bat dangled from one of her hands. Ella’s breath caught in her throat and she almost choked on her beer. Had the woman followed her?
-Don’t be ridiculous,- she told herself. It was a hot day, the game was boring, and this woman had just as much a right to be there as Ella did.
But there it was again -- that smile. And there could be no question about it now. The smile was for Ella.
She forced herself to swallow the cold beer, trying to relax her body. The woman took a sauntering step toward her, cocking her hips sexily. She was wearing a short skirt and her legs were bare, their muscles taut from her black high-heeled pumps. It was a strange thing to wear to a community baseball game, but the sight of her did something to Ella that she could never have expected...
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