Let's Play Ball

by Lolah Lace

  “Oh Kari.” The words rushed out of me as I tried to breathe. I forget how to do it. Who the hell forgets how to get air into their lungs?

  Kari squeezed me hard with her warm wet hand as she stroked me up and down slow then fast. Her mouth had a firm grip on my cockhead and a few inches below. She used her other hand to pull my lonely balls up for air. She stroked my balls with one hand as she shook my cock up and down with the other hand. She knocked my cock back and forth and around into the tight walls of the inside of her mouth. She was shaking me close to eruption. She slapped her rapidly moving closed fist against her lips as she went into frenzy on my cock. I couldn’t control it. She was sending my body into convulsions. My abdominal muscles were contacting and seizing. I was caving in and out as I tried to hold my cum in my overstimulated cock.

  The sloshing wetness mixed with her sensuous moans was too much for me. Kari’s tongue corkscrewed the tip of my cock with precision and I closed one of my eyes and promptly released my cum down her deep throat.

  Kari closed her eyes as she swallowed every single ounce of my cum. She didn’t care about calories. She opened her eyes and saw that I was spent. I would have collapsed backward into the bed but I wasn’t going to go out like a punk. I held myself up with the palms of my hands pushed into the mattress.

  “Yummy, Mason you taste so good.” Kari smiled as she looked me dead straight in the eyes.

  “Come here.” I said.

  Kari rose from the floor with her clothes and hair intact. She knew I meant more than just come here. Some things between us didn’t have to be explained or talked out. She moved in close and passionately kissed me soft on the lips just as I nonverbally instructed. I kissed her back hard and fisted her hair to intentionally mess it up. I pushed her deeper into my mouth.

  She doesn’t know it…but I love her.

  CHAPTER 7

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  I felt like a million bucks after Kari blew me. I left her place and went home to pick up Tess, my daughter Hannah, our sons and my brother’s son Brandon. We went to the ball park to set up. Soon the other coaches and parents started to show up with their kids.

  There was this inner excitement I felt because I knew I would be seeing Kari soon. I had just seen her and felt her lips wrapped around my cock but her presence was like an energy boost.

  Kari was on time with Trey and since this was a night game I couldn’t wear my sunglasses. I needed my sunglasses to sneak peeks at Kari. There was no sun so I was shit out of luck. It didn’t matter. I had the recent memory of her sucking my cock to keep me in line.

  We won the game. My little Braves are a damn good team. My kids were much better hitters than catchers and they were pros at stealing bases. I made a mental note to work on catching the ball at the next practice. There were people milling about as I packed up our team gear. I was rolling up our team banner when I started listening in on a conversation that Kari was having with Jack Unger. Jack’s son Caleb was on my team. Jack’s wife was rarely ever at the games and as far as I could tell Jack was a nice enough guy but I didn’t know him all that well.

  “Your son Trey, he’s getting so much better.” Jack said to Kari as I listened in from a safe inconspicuous distance.

  “You think so?”

  “Yeah, sure. I heard he never played any sports before this. He looks like he’s a natural.”

  “No he never played anything before this.”

  “I had my son playing since he was four and that’s four years now and he still sucks. Great job Caleb!” Jack shouted out from behind the gate as Caleb grabbed his baseball bat from the rack.

  Kari giggled and he followed suit. What was going on here?

  “Sometimes I go out for a drink after the night games.” Jack added. “I go over to Bar Louie’s. You should come tonight. You know after the kids go to bed.”

  “That sounds nice.” I could hear the smile in Kari’s voice.

  “It will be fun.”

  Are you fucking kidding me? That sounds like bullshit. Is he trying to hit on her? I walked up close and let my presence be known.

  “Hey Jack.” I greeted him.

  “Hey Mason, that was a great game.”

  “Yeah,” I flashed a look of disgust at Kari. I really wanted to choke the shit out of her right here in front of all these people who weren’t paying any attention to us. “Sorry Jack, Kari can’t go out for a drink.” I grumbled as I tried to keep my voice down and my flaring temper at bay.

  “Really,” Jack raised an eyebrow as he took a few seconds to register what was going on.

  Hello! I’m staking my claim. Kari is mines you pretty douchebag. It was a look, an unspoken word that passed between two dudes that made everything crystal clear.

  “Oh, oh sorry Mason I, I didn’t know.” He stumbled over the words.

  “No problem, now you do.” I shrugged and looked across the lawn at my wife. She was packing up the kids and moving toward the parking lot. “Kari, go home now.” I barked lowly.

  Kari rolled her eyes and pressed her lips in a firm line at me. She gave me the customary huffy oh no he didn’t look. Oh yes sweetheart I did.

  “Do I have to repeat myself?” I barked my rage directly at her. Take your ass home.

  Kari placed her hands on her hips and stomped away. I didn’t care what black woman eye rolls she flung my way. I was going put my foot in her ass ASAP. That’s if she didn’t comply.

  “Mason dude. I thought you were a straight arrow. She’s so hot. If I would have known you were hitting that I never would have made a move.”

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s cool.”

  Jack had a huge grin on his face that eased my fury and erased my newfound hatred for him. He admired me. He was jealous.

  “So Mason please share. Give me one good scandalous detail so I can sleep peaceful tonight next to that nagging hell bitch I married.”

  “No way.” I shook my head no. I wasn’t the type of guy that kiss and telled. This conversation was getting more awkward by the second. Was I going to tell Jack how my Kari’s pussy felt or better yet how she made my cock feel?

  “Yes way, please. Is this quiet loner shit for real or is she a tomcat in the bedroom. The quiet ones are always the best in bed.”

  “Jack,” I smirked and thought carefully how I would answer his intrusive question. “She’s the best.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?” He chuckled.

  “The best I ever had.” I decided to just be honest.

  “Best? Ever?” He asked unconvinced maybe.

  “The best ever in my entire life of fucking and breathing air.” More info spilled out then I planned. I was to honest. I should have shut my trap.

  “Fuck balls dude I knew it.” Jack patted me on the back. “You lucky bastard.”

  “Mason!” I heard my wife calling me from a few feet away. I thought she had already gone to the car. I turned to the direction of her voice. She was pushing Matt in the stroller and Tim was walking beside her.

  I turned to Jack. “I got to go. See ya next game.”

  “Yeah, yeah later.”

  I jogged away from Jack and toward my family. I spotted Hannah sitting in the dugout. I scanned the area for Kari and Trey. I didn’t see my Kari. She left the ball park. She took my threat seriously. I wasn’t joking. I could have choked her out. I need to check my emotions before they get out of control. I’m mad at her, pissed. Would she have really gone out for a drink with Jack Assclown Unger?

  I collected all the baseball gear and loaded it in my duffel. Tess couldn’t find the car keys and that’s why she hadn’t loaded Matt and Tim into the car. Of course the keys where in the baby bag but I didn’t make a big deal out of her forgetfulness. I had other things on my mind. I had Kari on my mind.

  We went home and had dinner, pizza ordered from Dominos. I wasn’t hungry. I was heated. I had put my kids to bed by 8:30 and I told Tess I was going to the bar for a drin
k. I made sure I never said which bar. There were four local bars Tailgaters, Bar Louie, Ditka’s and McQ’s. I always made her think I was stressed from work and needed to unwind and watch a little cable sports with men.

  I called Kari when I was about a block from her place. I didn’t have to. I could have just opened her garage and unlocked her door with my code. I gave her a warning that I was on my way. I pulled into Kari’s garage around 9:15. The door from the garage to the house was opened with my security code. I entered her house and the entire downstairs was dark. I crept up the stairs and peeked into little Trey’s half closed bedroom door. He was asleep wrapped in a thin Angry Birds comforter. I pulled his door up a little leaving only a small crack. I slowly walked down the hall to the master bedroom.

  I entered the dimly lit room. Kari was sitting on top of the bed in a black Michael Jackson Thriller t-shirt and panties. Her hair was in a high ponytail. She was watching one of those Ghetto reality shows with rappers or basketball wives or something. I glance over at the TV screen to see two black women in a scuffle of some sort.

  “You still watch this bullshit?”

  “You still watch the Cubs?”

  I sat down beside her. She was either ignoring me or she was really engrossed in this stupid reality TV show.

  “Kari, what happened at the ballpark?”

  She lowered the volume on the TV. “Nothing happened.”

  “Were you going to go for a drink with Jack?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What the fuck?” My temper was on an elevator going up to the top floor. “He wants to fuck you.”

  “So what?”

  My fist balled. “So what?”

  “I can’t control what he wants to do? I can’t control what he thinks or says or does.” Her voice was so calm and this only made me angrier.

  “Do you think you can go out on dates when you’re with me?”

  “Meeting someone out at a bar is not a date.” She shrugged.

  “Jack is married.”

  “Seriously Mason, isn’t that the pot calling the kettle, weed? You’re married and you don’t own me.”

  “What are you talking about?” The pot, kettle, weed, what the fuck. Is she stealing these lines from Kanye.

  “I would never sleep with Jack but you can’t dictate who I date. I mean in your position you have a lot of goddamn nerve.”

  “You can’t date anybody. You can’t date period. You’re mine.”

  “Oh really? Mason, you are a hot mess.”

  “No listen you’re mine. I don’t share.”

  “Seriously, you don’t pay no motherfuckin’bills up in here.” She spewed the truth with pure venom. She had her hands on her hips. I had inadvertently pushed her ghetto button. I had only seen her get extra black as she called one other time. It didn’t scare me.

  I stood up and turned. I used my excessive height to peer down at her. “So what bills do I have to pay to own you?”

  “Slavery is over. You can’t own me.”

  “Fuck that liberal top hat wearing bastard motherfucker Abraham Lincoln. I say you’re my slave. I own you.” Did I just say that?

  Kari was trying desperately to hold in her laugh. “Mason.” Kari scooted off the bed. She started walking toward me with that playful sexy look in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “No, don’t Mason me.” I removed her arms and placed then at her sides. I looked down on her. I wanted her to take me seriously. “I will do whatever I have to do to keep you. Your mortgage couldn’t be that high. You barely go to work.”

  She stuck her middle finger up at me and plopped down on the edge of the bed.

  “Hello Kari, I’m serious. How much money do you need to make this work?”

  “I’m not a prostitute.”

  “Really.” I joked. She didn’t think it was funny. Her faced conveyed that much. “I’m just kidding.” I grabbed her hands and pulled her to standing. “Kari, I want to take care of you. I, I, I have grown quite fond of you.” I chickened out. I couldn’t say the ‘L’ word. I lost my nerve.

  “Mason I’m sorry. If you thought anything, I would never sleep with Jack. There is only you.” She embraced me and pushed her face into the flesh of my chest. I reached behind her and cupped her nice round ass in the palms of my hands.

  “Do you keep your bills in that file cabinet in the extra room?”

  “Yeah,” She frowned, confused by my question.

  “I’m going to go take a look. I will be right back.”

  “That’s my personal stuff.”

  “You don’t trust me?”

  “No it’s not that. I—”

  “Listen, we have to trust each other. So what I see some account numbers. You know where I live. You can just drive up to my house and mess my shit up. I trust that you won’t do that to me. Now you have to trust me.” I kissed her glossy lips.

  I went into her spare bedroom. It was like a little den office space. There was a desk, a chair, and walled book shelves filled with books. Kari was smart. She pretended to be ill equipped but I knew better. I opened the metal file cabinet and started pulling her utility bills out one at a time. I looked at her bank statements and I saw that her child support was a joke. She never talked about Trey’s father but he was a cheap douchebag that was never around for his son. He had never even showed up to one of his Trey’s practices or baseball games. All I knew about Trey’s father was he used to work with Kari. He wasn’t married and he was bi-polar with a minimal criminal past. Oh and the most important thing of course. He’s black. From what I could tell he was absolutely no competition for me.

  After twenty minutes Kari came in with a beer in hand. She sat it down on the desk and quietly left me to my calculations. After ten more minutes I was done. I decided to give her a spending allowance of fifteen hundred dollars a month. I would just give her one of my company credit cards to pay her bills. I handle my own books so there would be no paper trail.

  I returned to the bedroom where she was patiently waiting. I explained the arrangement and put the Visa card on top of the armoire. If money was all it took to reassure me that she was mine and mine alone, I couldn’t dispute that. Besides it was a wonder how she even made ends meet on her salary. But I guess she didn’t really live an extravagant lifestyle.

  I turned the TV off. I wanted to get a taste of what I was paying for. “Hey can I get a fifteen hundred dollar blow job.”

  Kari jumped off the bed and came charging toward me. She pushed me hard. She tried to tackle me. I stumbled back over a brown wicker clothes hamper. She didn’t have enough strength to knock me off my feet.

  “Fuck you!” She yelled through flared nostrils.

  I recovered quickly and grabbed ahold of her flailing arms and wrists. “I’m just fucking joking. Would you please calm down?”

  “You calm the fuck down!” She raged against the machine that was me. Kari had no idea that her cursing at me turned me on. Every fuck out of her mouth sent my cock into attention, about face mode.

  “You meant that shit. You’re an asshole.” Her eyes narrowed.

  “No Kari I didn’t mean that. I was joking but now I want you to take me serious. I care about you. I give a shit.”

  “I don’t think saying bullshit like that means you give a shit.”

  “It was a fucking joke. Don’t freak out. You know I care about you.”

  “How do I know that?”

  “Don’t play stupid. I’m here. I want you to be all mines. I want you to be happy. You’re my princess.” She was my beautiful black princess and she was my dirty little slut too but I will keep that little observation to myself.

  “Mason, you’re messing with my head.”

  “I’m being honest. I want an exclusive contract, no free agents. Tell me, are you all mines?”

  “Yes. I’m all yours.” She beamed and I believed her but I needed more. I was going out on a limb. I h
ad the most to lose from this arrangement.

  “Swear it. Swear that you are all mines.”

  “I swear on a stack of Bibles.”

  “You don’t have a stack of Bibles.” I stated the obvious.

  “Seriously?”

  “Well you just can’t say you swear on a stack of Bibles without a stack of Bibles. Then it’s just bullshit. I don’t trust you.”

  “Mason.” She huffed.

  “Don’t Mason me.”

  “Fine, psycho. Can I swear on one Bible?”

  “Yeah but I doubt a harlot like you owns a Bible.”

  Kari leapt from the bed and pranced over to the armoire. She reached on top and came back to me holding a Kindle Fire eReader device. Was she serious? She placed her right hand on the Kindle.

  “I swear on the Bible that I am all yours.” She flashed a mischievous smirk.

  “That’s not a Bible, that’s a Kindle.”

  “No shit Sherlock. My Kindle has books in it. Hello, I have the Bible in my Kindle.”

  Did she really just sass me? “Show me.” I was calling her bluff.

  “Mason seriously?” She pouted.

  I expectantly reached behind her and swatted her on her ass with my open hand real hard. Kari gasped. Her eyes almost flew out their sockets. “Show me now.” I firmly commanded.

  “Did you just hit me?”

  “Come on Kari. I’m wearing a belt. Don’t make me spank you. I wanted to bend you over my knee when I saw you with Jack.” I paused for a moment and the rest came out in a weird monotone. “Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” Did I just Bill Bixby David Bruce Banner her?

  Kari frowned. She searched my eyes to see if I was serious. I had nothing. My face stood flat and emotionless. I wasn’t sure if I was horsing around or serious myself. Would I really take off my belt and hit her with it? When it comes to Kari, I’m not sure what I’m capable of.

  After a brief pause Kari turned the Kindle Fire on and tapped the screen a few times. I had momentarily zoned out, overanalyzing the threat I just served her. Maybe I am a psycho.