It had been a bad year for the players on her team. In fact, it was probably the worst season ever experienced by any softball coach and team playing in that particular league. She should have known something like this would happen when Sandra, her palm-reading first baseperson, had quit the team the week before the first game, citing the excuse that a violently swirling, black aura surrounded the players every time they took to the field for practice. Not to mention the fact that none of her outfielders seemed able to catch the ball without tripping over the smallest obstacles hidden in the uneven grass. Nancy Gladwild had broken her ankle stepping in the only gopher hole missed by the maintenance crew, and Marlie Cook received sixteen stitches after backing into the dilapidated fence surrounding field number three.
Then there were the relationship dramas which plagued the team from day one. Trisha was discovered kissing Rachel, rightfully inciting the wrath of her girlfriend, Gloria, in the process. Julie ran off with the shortstop from a competing team, leaving Nancy heartbroken and aching for Julie's rock hard body and soulful kisses and apparently unable to concentrate on where she stepped. Hence, the accident with the gopher hole and several months of sweating within a plaster cast.
They had lost every game so far except the time that Team Title Nine had forfeited for lack of sufficient players. As the season progressed and the players, for the most part, pulled together enough to muster a decent defense and offense, she had grown hopeful that things would improve. Unfortunately, her only pitcher seemed to misplace her throwing arm somewhere between games one and three when she began to walk batter after batter. It got to the point where the opposing players would barely hold their bats in the proper batting position when it was their turn up. She had tried to recruit another pitcher; had even tried to train a second pitcher on the team although the current pitcher pouted and threw a tantrum when she found out about it.
This is the last year that I will ever coach, she vowed silently to herself after yet another loss due to twelve runs being walked from first base to home base. Not a single strike had been pitched, and only one of the other team's players had even tried to hit the ball, mostly because she was nearsighted and couldn't tell a ball from a strike.
Ah well, she thought. It's not like this is a professional league. None of us are paid exorbitant amounts of money to play the game. In fact, we play for fun. These were the thoughts that kept running through her mind as she tried to convince herself to continue in her role as coach, at least until the end of the season. She was having a difficult time mustering up enthusiasm, however, for the end of summer tournament that the team always attended at the coast. She was not looking forward to the humiliation which was sure to follow the anticipated losses already indicated by Lina's awful pitching skills.
"Hey, Coach. Earth to Jessie."
Gloria's voice calling her name broke through her morbid contemplations.
"What is it, Glor?"
"A bunch of us are stopping by the Club for drinks. You wanna come with us?"
The last thing she wanted at the moment was to sit around bullshitting about the game and rehashing mistake after mistake. Or ball after ball, as it were. She realized, though, that having a beer with the team might bolster their flagging spirits somewhat.
"Yeah, I'll meet you there in a few."
The Club was a nondescript bar almost hidden between a restaurant and a yuppie clothing store on Main Street. It was one of the major hangouts for the long time residents who still clung to their artsy ways, tie-dyed shirts, and braided hair leftover from the 60s. The team claimed it mainly because the Club sponsored them and contributed free beer after all home games.
Letting her eyes adjust to the dim light, Jessie could smell the layers of stale smoke and fried foods which lingered on the air. She saw that most of her players had already gotten their drinks and had claimed the two tables set against the front window of the bar. Noticing that Lina and Shelly were at the back playing pool, she experienced a sense of relief that she wouldn't have to talk to Lina. After the travesty of tonight's game, she didn't think she could keep a civil tongue in her head.
"Hey, Jess. We saved a seat for you. Get your beer and join us."
She didn't wait to sit before she took a long, satisfying gulp of her Nor'wester Hefeweizen with lemon. Nothing like a little alcohol to dull the pain, she thought. Wandering towards the table, her glance was caught and held by a stranger sitting with her team. The woman had long, wind-mussed hair and a seemingly taut body under her tight red shirt. Jessie was surprised to note that this single glance could leave her wet and just a bit hot with desire for this unknown person. She couldn't wait to get closer and make her acquaintance.
"Jessie. Come sit by me." Gloria beckoned her to the empty chair next to the mystery woman. "This is Billee. She can pitch."
These last three words were spoken quietly so that Lina wouldn't overhear. Watching Gloria smile like she had brought home the goose and gander, Jessie felt a ray of hope pierce the gloom that had descended upon her after the game. A pitcher and gorgeous to boot. Maybe her luck was changing after all.
"Nice to meet you. Jessie, right?" Billee's voice was rich and husky and sparked the heat already smoldering within Jessie. She could feel her thong growing wetter with each syllable.
"Right. Billee, I like that name. And you're a pitcher?"
"Yes, I started fast pitch when I was in junior high and have played slow pitch for the last five years in northern Oregon. I hear you might need a new pitcher."
Jessie chuckled. "We just plain need a pitcher. Lina, who currently holds that spot, is..well…let's just say she would do better as a soccer player than a pitcher. Oh…that sounded rather rude coming from the coach." Jessie glanced around quickly with an apologetic look coloring her eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Jess. The truth hurts and all that." Shelly was the first to say what everyone else seemed to think.
"So, Billee. When can you start?" Jessie wasn't sure if the eager note in her voice was because she had finally found a legitimate pitcher or because she couldn't wait to spend more time with this woman.
"Does drinking my first beer with the team count as signing on?" A smile played around the corners of her mouth as she asked this.
"Works for me. Shall we toast our new pitcher?" Jessie led the women in a hearty toast to welcome Billee to the team. With that business completed, the players broke from the group to start conversations here and there or challenge other bar dwellers to games of pool or darts. Jessie and Billee stayed where they were, silently contemplating the drops of moisture gathering on the table beneath their glasses of beer.
Both laughed at this.
"You first." Jessie said.
"I just wanted to know how long you've coached softball."
"This is my first…and probably final…season." Jessie spoke softly so no one else could hear her answer. It wouldn't do to crush the morale of the team before the season was done.
"Do you not like coaching? Or is it something else?" Billee was gazing at her intently, interested in her answer. Jessie was hoping that interest would extend into something more. Already she was so wet for this woman, she didn't know how she could get through this conversation without touching Billee.
"With our pitcher problems among other things, I've just found it very frustrating to coach." As she said this, Billee leaned closer to her, tilting her head slightly, letting her hair fall over her face in such an enticing way. Jessie was shocked when her hand seemed to find its way to the errant lock of hair and push it back. Billee looked at her closely, her eyes searching until she appeared satisfied with what she saw.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" Jessie asked the question hesitantly, worried that she was being too forward. "There's a beautiful park not too far from here that you might enjoy. It's very peaceful this time of night."
Billee's answer was to finish her beer and stand up, holding out her hand to Jessie. They left hurriedly among scattered good-byes, too entranced with one another to notice anyone else.
The walk to the park was a short one, but Jessie was dripping with moisture by the time they arrived. Billee's strong hand gripping hers firmly seemed to convey so much more than just hand holding. She couldn't wait to explore this woman, inside and out.
The park was deserted, the moonlight painting shadows across the lawn, a light breeze singing through the lanky pine trees bordering the small park. Without uttering a word, Billee turned towards Jessie and gave her a searching look. The light cast by the moon was just enough to allow them to see each other clearly. Jessie could feel butterflies rippling through her stomach as Billee leaned forward slowly to touch her lips lightly. The kiss deepened into an adventure of exploration, each tasting the other, savoring, tongues trailing around teeth and lips. It seemed to ignite the embers that had been growing throughout the evening.
Jessie let her hands loose to roam over Billee's shoulders, down her arms, feeling the toned muscles. She grazed her hands over Billee's firm breasts, hearing her intake of breath as she pinched the already hard nipples. This drew such a response from Billee that she continued to pinch, applying more and more pressure until pain mixed with pleasure and Billee was moaning lightly. Jessie quickly moved her hands under Billee's shirt, unhooking her bra, allowing her easier access to the skin there. Leaving one hand playing with her nipples, Jessie moved the other hand under the waistband of Billee's loose pants, pleased to find bare skin rather than panties, feeling the warmth from her pussy. Unable to hold back, she made quick work unbuttoning Billee's pants and pushing them down enough to touch her wetness. Her finger circled Billee's clit, sliding down her slit and into the warmth. Pushing one finger, then two and three as far as she could into Billee, she massaged her clit with the palm of the same hand. As she increased her rhythm all the while pinching her nipples, it wasn't long before Billee was crying out with her orgasm, her hips bucking, her muscles contracting around Jessie's fingers, holding them captive until the explosion subsided.
"God. You did that like a pro." Billee murmured with a smile in her voice.
"A pro, eh? You're just one gorgeous woman that I've wanted to touch and taste all night. In fact, I still want to taste you." As she said this, Jessie drew her fingers, still dripping with Billee's juices, to her mouth and sucked deeply, a look of contentment highlighting her face. This in itself drew a low moan from deep within Billee's throat.
"It's my turn, I think." With that, Billee gently pushed Jessie down onto the slatted, wooden bench and quickly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. Jessie could feel the light breeze kissing her there, heightening the sensations of desire throbbing there.
"Just lean your head back, Jess, and close your eyes. Enjoy." Complying with Billee's command, she felt a warm breath mixing with the breeze's touch on her pussy. Suddenly, Billee's tongue flicked her clit, then slid its way as lightly as a feather down her slit, pushing easily into her wetness, then back out before continuing its journey to her asshole and back. With each pass of the tongue, Jessie could feel her clit throbbing and burning, wanting more. Billee seemed to hear its call as she sucked on it hard while pushing two fingers quickly in and out of Jessie, pressing against her pelvic bone from the inside. It was like Billee was trying to grind Jessie's clit against her hand still inside. The sensations intensified into a heat so bright, so acute, that Jessie thought she would be consumed by the fire. Her orgasm, when it exploded throughout her body, was the most extraordinary that she had ever experienced. It seemed to take her forever to recover enough to speak.
"That was incredible. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I read a lot. Plus, I know what feels good to me. One of the good things about being with a woman, wouldn't you say?" Again a smile colored Billee's voice as she said this.
Suddenly, they heard voices coming their way, and both scrambled to dress, laughing the entire time. As the voices emerged into people, they rushed from the park to the darkened street beyond.
"Shall I walk you home?" Jessie asked, acting as the protective coach and longtime resident of the town.
"Why certainly. And perhaps you'd like to come in to…um…discuss softball strategies when we get there?" There was that underlying smile again.
"Of course. As coach, I like to be accessible to my players, you know."
Both laughed at this. The softball season was definitely looking brighter, thought Jessie.