Baseball Lover

by Croft, Rose

  “You want to see something magical?”

  “Yeah, if you’re gonna lube up my bat with your mouth.” The dead stare she gave me once again showed my brain was lacking a filter with her. “Uh, sorry, Rose, I just get all giddy around you and say inappropriate shit sometimes.”

  Her lips curved up and I felt her hand slither around my cock. “I know. I’m just too irresistible for you.” That was the damn truth. She knelt and stroked my dick. Soon I felt her hand pause and I opened my eyes and saw her gazing at my one-eyed Jack. Should I interrupt this moment between Rose and my boy? But she wrapped her lips around my dick and I let it go.

  “Your mouth is pure magic,” I breathed, lightly gripping her head.

  Her tongue was twirling around my tip as she pushed deeper on me. It felt fucking fantastic and mixed in with the fantasy I’d had about getting it on in my bedroom made it even more intense. “Shit. I’m not going to last if you keep this up.”

  I pulled her up because I wanted to be inside her when I came. I kissed her and did the boob fondling with my hands, and then my lips did the boob fondling too while I bent her back on the bed. I dragged my lips back up to hers kissed her gently and took off her glasses. I reclined on my bed pulling her with me so she was straddled on top of my legs. She smiled still very relaxed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I love to look at you. You’re so freaking hot, and you’re in my room. This is up there in my top five fantasies.” I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a condom ripping the foil.

  She took the packet from my hand. “I want to do this.”

  “Okay.” I wasn’t going to argue.

  She rolled it over my cock and gave it a good stroke to make sure it was on well. And then she crawled over me, her tits jiggled in front of my eyes as she sunk down on me. Rose had her hands on each side of my head as she moved up and down on me.

  I was feeling the overwhelming sensations of her tight pussy around me snug, but I also loved to watch her face that was so expressive when she was fucking me. “God, you’re so beautiful when I’m inside of you.” I wasn’t one to wax poetic during sex, but she made me want to quote some poetry or something as she rode my dick.

  I lifted against her, trying to get as deep as possible. I was getting close to bursting, and Rose was getting louder which usually happened as she was about to come. I pulled her head down, so I could take her mouth in mine as she moaned against me, convulsing.

  Soon after her I was groaning against her mouth too, pulsing inside of her. We laid together breathing hard as we calmed down. Again, I felt that sinking feeling in my chest, knowing that our time together was limited. I hated this feeling, knowing there was nothing that would change about this situation at the moment.

  This whole predicament was messing with my head. I didn’t want to be without her. What if another scenario that happened in New York came up? I assured her that I wouldn’t put myself in bad situations. But, who knew what would happen when people were snapping pictures and putting their own spin on everything.

  Like I said, I consciously wouldn’t put myself in a compromising position, but I didn’t know how Rose would take things if other pictures pop-up of God knows what. I was very fortunate that she forgave me, although I wasn’t doing anything wrong. But, she seemed like she didn’t give many chances, like my brother had said.

  She lifted her head and kissed me. “What are you thinking about?” Her voice was husky and sated. Yeah, I did that to her.

  “Could you fly in Friday for the Labor Day series? I really want you to be there.” I was trying to ask in a way that would not constitute begging.

  “We’ll see.” That was what she said last time. I was beginning to think it was a way to appease me without committing.

  “You know I was talking to one of the guys on the team whose wife is afraid to fly, and he said taking medication for the flight made it manageable for her. Now, she can travel to many of the games.”

  She seemed to be in deep thought as she pondered my words. “Okay, maybe I’ll consider it.”

  “You’re just saying that to shut me up aren’t you? I’m serious, Rose, I’ll make the flight arrangements right now if you will just give me the go ahead. Call your doctor and get a prescription. I promise you can do this.”

  Again, she was thinking, and her eyes narrowed. “You know I miss you too when you’re away, but I can’t just drop everything to be at your beck and call when you want me to be there.”

  “I didn’t mean that, but you have a three-day holiday next weekend, and we play at home. It makes sense if you were going to visit, it would be then.”

  After several moments of staring into space on her part, she finally responded, “I’ll make an appointment.”

  “You’ll do it?” To say I was excited was an understatement.

  “Yeah.”

  I kissed her telling her how happy that made me feel. I knew this was difficult for her. And, it also made me think she was vested in this relationship, too. My ass was getting pretty sappy about her—to the point where my heart was having very strong feelings and overriding my dick and my mind.

  “Shit.” I wanted to bang my head on the desk after hanging up my phone. I was at work on my lunch break and had called my doctor to get a prescription for the flight. The nurse said I would have to come in to speak with the doctor to be ok’d for a prescription, and of course, the doctor’s office was booked all week. They could see me next week, which did me no good.

  It was Monday, and I was feeling melancholy anyway since John was already on his flight back to Chicago. Again, he was crestfallen having to leave. However, when I said that I would fly up to see him, his mood alleviated somewhat. He booked a flight for me on Friday at six in the evening. Loren and Andrew had offered to go with me, but I decided to try this on my own.

  But, without medication, I didn’t know if this was going to happen. And, I needed to tell John so he could cancel the flight and hope he wasn’t out a lot of money. I was contemplating letting him know.

  “Rose, what’s wrong?” Tracy strolled into my room with her lunch. We usually didn’t eat in the teacher’s lounge because it was on the other side of the building.

  “I’m supposed to fly to Chicago this weekend to visit a friend, but I’m afraid to fly and can’t get into my doctor’s office to get medication for anxiety.”

  “Oh, are you seeing your friend John?”

  I almost thought she had put it together that he was a professional baseball player, but she wouldn’t know that. Then, I remembered her seeing my text from Loren.

  “Maybe,” I responded, but added, “However, I’m not going now because I’m not flying without medication.”

  “Hey. No worries, Rose. I can help you. I have some medication that you can take. It’s the same thing. I got it from my doctor when I experienced panic attacks. All right? You’re going on this trip.”

  “You sure that’s okay?” I was skeptical about taking other people’s prescriptions, but I desperately wanted to see John again.

  “Yes. It’s for anxiety, too. It’s the same thing,” she assured me.

  Tracy was driving me to the airport after school. I was so nervous about the flight I wasn’t paying attention to the dangerous way she was driving. She was weaving in and out of traffic and preoccupied with running her mouth the whole time. I had no clue what she was talking about.

  Tracy had given me several small pills in a Ziploc bag and told me to take one about forty-five minutes before boarding. I hoped I wouldn’t get busted while being screened for my flight, but that was the least of my worries at this point. As she pulled in front of the curb, she stepped out and helped me get my suitcase and carry-on from the trunk of her sedan.

  She hugged me, and I guess saw how anxious I was. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Rose. When the pill kicks in you’ll be fine. If one isn’t enough then you can always take two.”

  I nodded my head as though she were a doctor and us
ed the outdoor check-in a few feet away. Once that was done, I grabbed my carry-on and stood in line for screening. I had an hour and thirty minutes before take off.

  Once screened and fingers swiped for bomb residue, I felt much more relaxed. Nope, that’s complete BS even though I respected the extra precaution. And, I wasn’t busted for all the prescription medicine I had in a baggie in my purse. I went to the gate I was supposed to depart from.

  My phone was ringing. It was John.

  “Hey baby, are you at the airport?”

  “Yes.”

  “Great. I’ll be waiting when you get here.”

  I must’ve answered okay or that’s nice. I didn’t know. I was so uneasy that I couldn’t focus on a damn thing. Could I just call my mom to pick me up right now?

  John must have sensed my apprehension. “Rose, you can do this. Have you eaten anything?”

  “I had lunch.” As if I could eat anything right now. I wanted to tell him food didn’t solve everything especially when your stomach felt shoved up against your throat.

  “Try to grab a bite before you board, okay? I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Me too.”

  “All right, beautiful Rose, text me when you board the plane. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Okay, I will. Bye.”

  I still had about an hour before boarding. I sat down and nervously people watched for a few minutes. Unable to sit still for long, I went to one of the gift shops and bought a bottle of water and gum. Then, popped a pill in the bathroom. I was so paranoid about people seeing me take a pill, which was probably not so uncommon.

  When I returned to the gate, I sat some more waiting for what seemed like forever for a feeling of calm to overtake me like Tracy had promised. However, I was so high-strung maybe it would take longer. I had about fifteen minutes to board, so I decided to go with Tracy’s advice and take another one. I ran to the bathroom again.

  I was back at the gate, nervously pacing when I heard them announce the first group of people to board, which I was part of because John had paid for a first class ticket. As I approached and held up my phone for them to scan, I actually felt a huge wave of tranquility roll through my body.

  I walked through the passageway feeling like I was walking on air. My anxiety had diminished. This was manageable. I found my seat and sat down with my purse and carry-on and leaned back. A flight attendant took my bag and placed it in a compartment above my head.

  My eyes were getting droopy as I reveled in the heavy warmth overtook my senses.

  “Excuse me, but I have the window seat next to you,” I heard a voice say above me. It took a little effort to lift my eyes up. It was a handsome man with short blond hair in a suit.

  I think I nodded as I tried to stand up to let him pass, but my body told me it would rather stay put. I finally pulled myself up gripping the seat in front of me.

  “Thanks.” He squeezed around me to his seat.

  Another wave of heaviness rolled through me as if someone were dragging my body to the ground. Somehow, I managed to slither into my chair.

  I was about to close my eyes when someone told me I needed to fasten my seatbelt. I tried to clumsily find both belts and connect it, but it took a lot of effort. Finally, I saw to male hands connecting it for me.

  “Are you all right?” I abstractedly heard the voice somewhere around me.

  “Yeah, I hate to fly.” My words sounded like they were coming out in slow motion. “I’m on drugs.”

  My vision was somewhat cloudy but the guy beside me seemed to smile and say that he was a drug dealer. I must be losing my mind, but the comfort I felt at the moment made me not give two flips. I closed my eyes and gave into the relaxing warmth.

  “We’re here.” I heard a male voice say as someone nudged my arm.

  I opened my eyes groggily. “Where am I?”

  “We landed in Chicago.” The blond-headed, suit guy said next to me.

  “Oh.” I sat up fighting the cobwebs in my limbs and clumsily swiped my face where I felt wetness probably from drooling. “Sorry, I must’ve passed out.”

  He grinned. “I could tell. You slept the whole way. You must’ve had some good drugs.”

  People were beginning to unfasten their seatbelts and grab things out of the overhead compartments. I attempted to stand up, but something was pulling me back. I realized it was my seatbelt.

  I released it and stood up, a little wobbly. The guy next to me bent over, retrieved something and emerged too. “Your purse.” He handed it to me.

  “Thanks.”

  Once out in the row, he opened the overhead compartment to get his bag and asked me if I had one up there. I nodded and pointed to the bag.

  As I exited the plane, I still felt relaxed, but at least I had control of my body movements. I dug into my purse to check my phone, not remembering if I had texted John before I left or not.

  I guess I hadn’t because there were five texts asking if I was okay, and then three more wondering if I was even on the plane with excessive use of question marks.

  I quickly sent out a text: Just landed. Going to baggage claim.

  My phone rang immediately after I sent it.

  “You’re here?” John asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you text me when you boarded?”

  “I forgot, sorry. The meds were kicking in.”

  “I was worried that you backed out.”

  I smiled. “No. I’m here.”

  “All right. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  I waited by the carrousel for my luggage. I glanced over to my right and saw the guy that was sitting next to me on the plane looking at some glossy pamphlet-like thing that had the words chlamydia and gonorrhea in bold letters across the front cover.

  He must have seen me staring strangely his way because he laughed and said, “I’m in pharmaceutical sales.” He closed the pamphlet.

  “Oh, okay.” Now, it made sense why I thought he said he was a drug dealer glad I didn’t completely hallucinate. And, I wasn’t sitting next to a potential felon.

  He moved over closer. “So do you live here?”

  “No. I’m visiting my boyfriend.”

  “Oh. Well, he’s a lucky guy.”

  I saw my suitcase approaching and reached in.

  “Is that yours? Let me get that for you.” He pulled it off the carrousel.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem. Enjoy your time here,” he said nicely.

  I turned and rolled my luggage to the doors leading outside. As the automatic doors opened, I saw John leaning against his car with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He was wearing a long-sleeved hoodie with the hood on. He immediately stalked towards me and looked around probably to make sure no one was pointing phones at us.

  “You made it,” he said smiling and kissed me on the lips. “Come on.” He grabbed my suitcase and carry-on, placing it in the back of his SUV. As he walked to my side of the vehicle, I saw the blond guy stepping out. He noticed me and waved with a friendly smile. I waved back.

  John scowled at the man as he opened my door letting me in, but said nothing.

  When we were moving, he asked tersely, “How was your flight?”

  “Good. I slept the whole way.”

  “So the medication helped?” His voice seemed to mellow out.

  “Yeah, definitely.” I now realized I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. “Can we get something to eat? I’m starving.”

  “Sure. Did you not eat anything before your flight?”

  “No. I couldn’t. I was too nervous.”

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so proud of you, and it means a lot that you would do this for me. I know how scared you were.” He reached over and rubbed the back of my neck.

  “Yeah, I was terrified. I should lock you in a room with a bunch of clowns and mascots, now.” I scowled at him trying to fight a smile.

  “Whoa, you went straight dark on that one, Rose.” He seemed to shiv
er and released me. A few moments later, he turned to me. “What would you like to eat? Do you want to go somewhere or we can order in.”

  “Probably order in.”

  “Do you have any food preferences?” He asked.

  “No. I don’t care. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy.”

  “I know a place that makes really great sandwiches.”

  “Sounds good to me.” At this point, I didn’t care what I ate. I just wanted some food.

  “I’ll call it in. Do you want me to ask what they have? I already know what I’m getting.”

  “No just order for me. That’s fine.”

  “How was your game?” I asked after he was off speakerphone since they played earlier this afternoon. I was too preoccupied with work and getting to the airport that I hadn’t had time to check the highlights.

  “It was great. We won.”

  “Now, you’re one game out of first place, right?” They had lost a few this past week and had fallen further behind in the standings; but after a couple of wins, they were gaining ground again.

  “Yep.”

  Later, after he’d picked up the food, we pulled off and drove a few blocks down until we reached his parking garage. He lived in a high-rise condo facing the lake—on the thirtieth floor. I wasn’t particularly crazy about elevators either, but I fought through it. John was a great distractor, and he pulled me against him, locking lips with mine as we ascended. “Hi,” he whispered against my mouth as he pulled back.

  “Hi.”

  We stepped into his place, and before I could look around, he dropped the sack of food and lifted me against him wrapping my legs around his and backing me into the wall. Our lips were locked, and we were already making pet sounds. My hands were on his shoulders, and his lips moved down my neck.

  My stomach started rumbling, reminding me I needed food. I placed my hands on his cheeks. “I have to eat something.”

  He paused and lifted his head. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I got a little too excited.” After he set me down, he grabbed the sack and led me to the kitchen. As I looked around, I couldn’t hide my shock because it was the nicest place I’d ever seen. It was like a page out of the shows where they display the homes of the wealthy.