Ann: A Love Story Ch. 01

I was standing in the doorway, and said, "Oh...well look Dawn, I can sleep on the couch. I don't want to put you out."

She walked toward me and took the closest bag from my hand.

"Tell you what, let's see how things go, and we'll worry about who sleeps where later. Okay?"

Dawn dropped my bag back where it was, and then walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black sports bra. She turned and winked, and reached behind her, taking off the one she had on. Her huge melons spilled out, and I know my mouth opened. She had amazing areolas, a little over an inch in diameter, and perfect nipples the size of nickels that jutted out a half inch. Dawn was obviously excited by what she had just done. I could see those cute buds throbbing, practically calling me to go over and suck them.

She lingered for the longest time, letting me stare at her. It wasn't until Mark yelled to ask if we were coming that we snapped out of it.

"I could be, if you'd leave us alone another minute." I yelled back.

Dawn giggled a little and put the sports bra on. I grabbed my stuff out of one of the bags and turned.

"Hey, where are you going now?" she asked.

I turned back, holding my stuff in front of me.

"I'm going to the bathroom to change."

"Are you that modest?" she said thinking she had crossed a line.

"Trust me, Dawn. I'd love nothing more than to get dressed right here in front of you, watching you do the same. But I'm pretty sure Mark wants us to get going, and if I don't go in there, I'm never going to get this to go down enough to get my cup on."

I moved the shirt I was using to hide my erection from her. It was Dawn's turn to have her mouth fall open. Now, I'm not the biggest guy in the world, but I've had no complaints; and I count the ex in that statement.

I've read the erotic stories of Penthouse and the like. They're all the same. Fact: Every guy does not have a 9-inch or bigger dick, nor does every girl have 40-inch tits. Fact: No guy can cum 'gallons' and 8 times a day, and not every girl can have multiple orgasms.

Another fact: I really am bigger than average at around 7 ½ inches long. And I really am just over 3 inches in diameter. I could use the tired old 'it's just like a coke can' simile, but it would be taller than a coke can, so it doesn't really work, except for how big around it is. Anyway...fact: I'm blessed in that area and I know that.

"Wow," Dawn mouthed to herself as I turned back around, smiling at how I left her.

I got dressed, finally getting my cock to soften enough to cram the cup into that supporter. I pulled on my gray softball shorts, and put on the black jersey Mark had given me. With the grayish-silver lettering, I had to admit it looked pretty cool.

I walked out into the hallway and almost ran into Dawn. She also had on gray shorts, and we looked like we belonged together. I complimented her on her outfit, but she just kept staring at crotch. I smiled, and thrust my pelvis forward.

Dawn snapped out of her trance and blushed again.

"Sorry, I..."

"It's okay Dawn. Just know that you're staring at my cup right now."

"Yeah, and how much is packed behind it!" she said with a grin.

I had all my gear in my car, so when we went outside I took out my keys and hit the FOB to open my door. Dawn saw my new red Nissan 300ZX and stopped.

"I'm riding with Neil!" she yelled.

Mark disappointedly said, "I thought we were all going together."

Jill hit him in the arm and said, "They'll follow us. Relax."

I opened the door for Dawn and put her stuff behind the seat and got in. I followed Mark, and we headed toward downtown Ann Arbor. The tourney was going to be played on some fields near the U of M hospital. As we drove, I caught Dawn staring at me. I looked at her from time to time, and finally decided the silence was too loud.

"What's on your mind, Dawn?"

"I'm sorry...was I staring again?"

"Yes...not at my crotch though. And that's okay. Is there something bothering you?"

"No. I guess not."

We drove a little more, and obviously something was occupying her mind. She just looked at me. She had a warm smile, but a troubled brow. It was almost like there was a hint of wonder, mixed with a little sorrow.

"Dawn, I'm kind of a 'say what's on your mind' kind of guy. You're not going to offend me."

"Okay. Look, I don't want to make any promises, and I don't want to get all heavy on you. The last thing I think you or I need is anything complicated. But I like you...and I find you very attractive. Not just because I saw your crotch without the cup, either. Fuck, I'm doing this all wrong."

"Well, I'm not sure about what you're trying to say...but I have to tell you I love a girl that's not afraid to cuss like a sailor in front of a guy she just met. Not to mention flashing him those incredible tits you have."

Dawn smiled. "Let me try this again. I don't know what's going to happen this weekend any more than you do. And I don't want to push you...or be pushed. We're kind of coming from the same place. But, whatever happens, I need it to be just for now."

"What does that mean?"

"Let's just say I'm interested in you...casually?"

Dawn said it as a question, like she really didn't know if that's what she wanted to say. But I got her message.

"If you mean no strings...I'm okay with whatever. I'm already farther ahead than I ever dreamed, Dawn." I said as I nodded towards her chest. "I didn't come up here looking to get lucky. I came up here to get away from a nightmare that was about to land in my lap."

"The reunion?"

Mark had talked. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was.

"Yeah. Wasn't looking forward to it, kind of ran away from it, and looking at you, I'm thrilled that I did."

"Well, like I said, I'm not sure what's in store for this weekend. I just know I'm very confused, and really intrigued by you."

We talked for the next 20 minutes as we wound our way through the streets of Ann Arbor, making our way to the fields. Dawn had just turned 22, and had broken up with her longtime boyfriend 3 months earlier, who she suspected had been cheating on her. We talked a lot about the feelings that one goes through when they've been betrayed, and how we both felt now after time. She admitted that not being married made it a little less painful, but I think she was lying a bit to cover it up.

By the time we got to the fields, it was like we were best friends. It helped that Dawn knew a lot about me from Mark and Jill, so I was able to listen to more of her side. There's nothing like being a guy and just listening to make a woman feel like she's the center of the universe at that moment. When we got out, she gave me a big hug.

"Thanks Neil. I've been holding a lot of that crap inside. I needed to get it out so I can start being a woman again." I knew what she meant. When you're that deep in pain, you cease to be a functional human and slip into more of a blob state of mind.

"What about Mark? He's been great for me to talk to," I asked.

"It's been great that they let me move in with them. I really needed a place to stay. But he's pretty occupied with Jill. Plus, I don't think she trusts me. I mean, I've been there, so I'd never try to do anything with him. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting her."

"Maybe she doesn't trust Mark."

"Well I never thought of that...but it hasn't been a problem. Christ, they fuck every single night!"

"Really?"

"Yes...I can't tell you how many times I've..." Dawn blushed as she edited herself.

"Dawn, you're looking at a guy who had to masturbate one night because he heard his parents having sex in the other room. Don't be ashamed because you're going through a lot of batteries."

"Ewwww!"

"Yeah. I thought the same thing at first. And really, it didn't happen EXACTLY like that. But I did hear the folks going at it, and I did wake up in the middle of the night that night and had to whack off. But I was dreaming about someone else. Still, the it did cross my mind that I had to jack off hours after hearing them, even through the two events were unrelated...and I just got a kick out of seeing the look on your face just now."

Dawn reached over and slugged me on the biceps, and laughed. "You're gross."

"Yeah, but now that's stuck in your head, and you're going to be thinking about it the first time you come up to bat. I guarantee it."

~*~*~*~*~*~

We headed over to the diamond we were going to be playing on, and Mark introduced me to the rest of the team. I had met a few at his work earlier in the day. There were only 11 of us, which meant one would sit out each inning in the field. But we'd all bat. I knew now why he wanted me to play. A three-day tourney with 1 sub was going to be tough on all of us.

There were only 6 guys and 5 girls on the team. So, all five of the girls were going to have to play inning of every game, since the tourney rules stated that you're supposed to have an even team on the field defensively; five girls and five guys. I didn't know it when I signed up, but Mark was also the coach, not that that was a problem. He came to me and asked where I wanted to play. I told him that it was up to him. I didn't want to ruffle any feathers on the team. I was just a guest player.

He didn't start me, and batted me towards the bottom of the lineup. Last, actually. That was fine, too. I spent the first inning on the bench by myself, which was odd. I kept the score book while they S-T Raiders took the field. Mark was the pitcher, and he was throwing his high lobs to Jill, who was his catcher. Dawn settled in at second base.

When I first saw her in Mark's living room, I never would have pegged Dawn for a softball player. Of course, my eyes were stuck on her boobs. But behind them, about 8 inches, stood an incredible athlete. I knew that instantly as she ran to her position and took the first practice ground ball from the guy playing first, whipping it back to him.

I couldn't take my eyes off of Dawn the entire first inning. I kept score, but on every pitch, I was watching her, not the ball. It was intoxicating. Not just the sheer beauty of the girl herself, but also the way she played. Dawn looked to be a better second baseman that any guy I had ever played with up the middle of the field.

We got out of the first inning, but not before giving up a couple of runs because of an error by our shortstop, a big lunkhead of a guy named Earl, who you could tell thought he was the world's greatest player. You know the kind; the one that has all the latest gear and dresses the part, complete with eye black and two pairs of sweatbands on his forearms. He threw a ball 10 feet over the head of the first baseman, letting in two runs. But it was early in the game, and the tournament.

One of the other rules of the tournament was that, with it being Co-ed, you had to have your lineup set so that it went guy-girl-guy-girl, or girl-guy-girl-guy. You couldn't have two guys or two girls batting back to back, unless it was at the end and you had an odd number. It was designed to keep teams from stacking. With us having 6 guys and 5 girls, we would have two guys together. Since I batted last, I had a guy following me in the batting order.

Dawn came up second in the lineup, and I was a little surprised that she batted left-handed. We were in the third base dugout, and so I got to watch her step in facing me. Just before the first pitch was thrown to her, she called time and stepped out of the batter's box, laughing hysterically. She looked over at me and I could tell she was blushing.

Gathering herself, Dawn ripped the first pitch she saw for a double into the gap and she flew to second, cutting the bag at first like a big leaguer. I was more impressed with her abilities every minute I watched her. We stranded her at second, and I got to go onto the field in the next inning. Mark had me play right center, and Dawn and I ran out together when we took our positions.

"Hey, what was so funny when you got to the plate?" I asked.

"You, you stupid jerk! I actually thought of your parents having sex. You planted that fucking seed in my head, and as much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about not thinking about it when I got up there!"

I laughed as I kept running to my spot while she stayed at second and took some ground balls. All the batters were right-handed in that inning, and I moved in a little. I watched the pitches, and I was ready to react...but I spent every second I could watching Dawn. Seeing her bend over as she prepared to field was making my cock start to grow again. With the cup, there wasn't room, and when I ran off the field after a short inning I was limping a little.

Dawn waited for me at second to run in with me, and she noticed.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be."

"What, you pulled a groin just standing out there?"

"Not exactly," I replied, not wanting to be too specific.

"Well what's wrong?" Dawn seemed concerned. I decided that I wasn't going to hide about how I felt anymore. Keeping things inside only made things worse; at least that was what my recent history had taught me. And Dawn and I had been more open in the last hour together than the last two years I had with the ex.

"Well, if you really must know, I got a little bored out there, and I couldn't take my eyes off that cute ass of yours. That's the fourth time you've made my cock grow."

Dawn giggled, and then got a look of shock.

"Fourth?"

"Yes...now stop being so damn hot so I can play!"

We didn't score again in the second, and I still hadn't gotten to the plate since I was batting last. We were down 4-0 as I went back to right center for the third. I got two balls hit my way. The first was a short blooper behind second. Dawn raced out, and I called her off as I flew in and caught it just off the grass. She gave me a playful slap on the butt as I flipped her the ball.

"Wow, that's a tight ass, babe!"

"Well, it takes a strong ass to push and pull my dick around."

Dawn chuckled, and I smiled. I was feeling really good about myself. The flirting that used to come so natural to me years before was slowly coming back.

The next ball hit towards me was in the gap between the right fielder and me. I raced to my left toward the bench and scooped the ball. I made a strong pivot and spun; and I threw a strike to second directly over Dawn, who was in perfect alignment for a cut off. The throw was right on line, and was at the bag on the fly. The dope playing short never got his glove up. He must have thought I was going to lob it in and concede the double. We would have had the runner by two steps, but instead, the ball went past him and into foul territory behind third. Instead of an out, it was a run.

Dawn got into the guys' face, yelling at him. She was pissed that he didn't yell 'cut' for her to if he wasn't going to bother catching it. She was as competitive as I was. I was ticked too, but being just a guest on the team, I didn't let it out.

Down five, we got up to bat. The lunkhead shortstop hit a single, and the girl behind him hit a grounder to first to move him over. I ripped a liner to left and got on, but it was hit so hard the lump on 2nd couldn't go. Being last we were followed by the leadoff guy, and he popped out. So Dawn came up with two out, with lumpy on second and me on first.

She crushed another shot in the same gap between right and right center, almost to the fence. I took off knowing I was going to score. When I turned the bag and headed towards third, I looked up halfway to the base and saw the idiot had pulled up and was standing on the bag. I hit the brakes and started to go back to second, but Dawn was already there. I was stuck in between bases and just stood there looking at the ground with my hands on my knees when I got tagged.

Dawn flew over and got in his face again.

"What that fuck! Why are standing here...I hit the ball to the fence and your fat ass can't score from second?"

Earl stammered and said, "I had to wait to make sure it wasn't caught."

I shook my head and said, "There were two outs, man. Pay attention."

Dawn was fuming, and now so was I. Mark was trying to calm everyone down. I just grabbed my glove and ran out with Dawn.

"Great hit!" I said, trying to change the mood.

"A lot of fucking good it did. But it was nice watching that tight ass of yours running in front of me!"

That next inning, Dawn made an incredible play in the field. She dove to her right and stopped a ball, and went to throw to second to get the force. I could see Earl never moved, thinking she wasn't going to get there. Dawn had to change quickly and still gunned out the girl at first. But that was another run that ended up crossing the plate.

Dawn wasn't holding back now. She was yelling at Earl, yelling at Mark...yelling period.

When we got to the dugout, Dawn pinned Mark into the corner.

"Look Mark, you asked me to play in this tourney...and you know me. I don't play just for fun. If you don't want to win, tell me know!"

"Of course I want to win. Why would you say that?"

"Then manage the team, goddammit. Bench that fat son of a bitch. Every run they have is because of him, and we didn't score for the same reason. We should be winning right now!"

"So who will play short? He's played there all year for the company team."

"And you've lost all year. Put Neil there. You heard him say he plays shortstop."

I stayed out of it, but between Jill and Dawn, they convinced Mark to make a switch for the rest of the game.

We scored three runs that inning, and were down 6-3. Dawn and I turned double plays together the last two innings, shutting down the other team. I patted her butt as we ran off the field after the second one.

"I think yours is tighter than mine."

"That's from being on top a lot," she smiled. "Looks like shortstop really is your position."

"Right now, I'm thinking its doggy style. But if you want to be on top, I'm sure we could work that out." Dawn laughed out loud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd talked like that to a woman and didn't have to fear getting slapped.

We went into the bottom of the 7th down two runs. I drove in the girl in front of me with a triple down the right field line, and Dawn came to the plate. She continued her amazing game, putting a ball almost exactly where I did, but being left-handed, hers was hooking and when it landed it scooted past the outfielder and a rolled into the corner. I scored, and watched Dawn race around the bags. She blew past Mark, who was trying to stop her at third from his position in the coaches box. I was behind the plate, and she looked up and saw me motioning her to slide to the outside. She made a perfect drag slide, going way wide and just getting her toes on the plate as she went by.

The umpire signaled safe, and Dawn jumped up into my arms. I was surprised when she kissed me, full on the lips.

I was a little out of sorts as she left me to high five our teammates, all except Earl. When Dawn got to him, she ignored him.

We were packing up the dugout to wait for our next game when Mark walked by us. Dawn was putting her glove in her bag, and she zipped it up.

"Mark, we have to talk."

"What's up?" Mark was pretty upbeat from the euphoria of the win. Dawn was too, and yet she was still ticked.

"I'm done."

"What do you mean, you're done?"

"Find another girl to play. I'm not stepping onto the field again with Earl on the team. I won't play with a lazy asshole that thinks he's Gods' gift to softball. He sucks."

"C'mon Dawn. You know I can't find another girl now. The rosters are set. And if you don't play, we all can't play. We have to forfeit because we need 5 girls."

"Well, you have a decision to make then, because I'm serious."