Pen names are like characters. They can go silent for long periods of time, and then out of the blue, speak to you again. Rebel woke me in the middle of an erotic dream to whisper in my ear. “Write it down and share it.”
So here’s the story—it’s short but sweet. Or is it more spicy than sweet?
We’re walking to a friend’s barbecue—passing through a park in the middle of town—when a summer monsoon swoops in, pummeling us with hard rain. We duck into a baseball dugout, laughing in that crazy out -of- control way that leaves you breathless. And then we’re kissing in the same way—with an urgency we haven’t felt for each other in far too long.
The dugout is open on one side, but the rest of the world has ceased to exist. It is only you and me now. You’re sitting on the bench, long legs wide apart, sexy in your good blue jeans. You look me up and down as if my body is new to you, as if you don’t already have every inch memorized. I reach beneath my sundress, my gaze never leaving yours as I slip off my panties and shove them into my purse.
I straddle your lap and kiss you with a sudden fierceness. Our tongues do battle, tasting, teasing, sucking. Your hands make their way under my dress, cupping my ass as you moan into my mouth. I grind against the rough denim, feel my pussy lips soften, and swell, parting for you.
Rain is coming in from the front, pummeling my back, soaking through the thin cotton of my dress, but I don’t feel the cold. I feel only the heat emanating from your body, from your hands.
My clit now as erect as your cock, we move together in a familiar rhythm, until I can’t bear another second of you not being inside of me.
I release you from your jeans and slide onto your cock in one swift movement.
“Jesus,” you moan.
“I think we’ve entered the church of baseball,” I whisper into your neck quoting Bull Durham, our favorite baseball movie.
You’re too far gone to answer with words, but later you’ll call it unforgettable, and declare it your all time favorite fuck.
I hoped you enjoyed this little story!
I’m feeling the urge to revive this newsletter and post my stories here in full rather than asking readers to go off site and read them on Medium—which I now know I wasn’t supposed to be doing anyway.
So the good news is there’s more to come!
Cheers,
Rebel