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”I swear, ” Mr. Ellis yelled, ”You guys aren't improving at all. The start of the season is in three days, and you guys aren't ready.”
Mr. Ellis, or Tom, was the head coach of our travel baseball team. He was a real dick, thinking he could yell at us rather than really coach us. The tall, jock type, with his baseball cap and uniform.
Truth be told, we were really pretty good. I think he just liked to chew our asses.
”Aaron,” he yelled, ”Do you know what that bat is for?”
”Yes, sir,” I answered, ”I'm just having an off day.”
”Well you better get your fucking shit together for our opener,” he said with an attitude, ”I hate to say it but you're our best bat.”
I hung my head and said, ”Yes, sir.”
”Tom,” came a female voice from the concession stand, ”You really shouldn't use that kind of language. They are just kids.”
It was Mrs. Ellis, Toms's wife. She had been the source of many wet dreams in my bedroom. She was way too pretty for old hard ass Tom. He talked to her the same way he did us. He really was an ass.
”Janie,” he retorted, ”You take care of the concessions. I'll handle the team. That is if you don't mind?”
She just threw her hands up and went back to work. She didn't deserve that kind of treatment, and as far as I was concerned, he didn't deserve her. I watched as she wiped the countertop and shot him a couple of piercing looks.
I shook my head and turned back to the meeting. Mr. Ellis went on for half an hour. Finally, he ran out of curse words and told us to run ten laps.
”Aaron,” he called, ”Can you hang around for about an hour after practice?”
”Sure, Coach,” I answered, ”What do you need?”
”I don't need shit,” he barked, ”Mrs. Ellis needs help cleaning the concession stand out.”
I wasn't going to pass an opportunity to help her. She smiled when she saw me coming over to help. To say she was hot would be an understatement. The rumor was that she was an ex-NFL cheerleader. It wouldn't be hard to believe.
She was about my height, with strawberry blond hair. She was wearing a tight Cubs jersey, with the top two buttons open, and cap with her ponytail pulled through the back. A pair of cut-off jeans that were rolled up just above her knees.
Her ass was what drew my attention. She had a centerfold ass if I ever saw one. And a thigh gap that you just didn't see on women her age. Just plain sexy is how I would describe her. Her son, Jimmy was on our team but he was going out of town with Mr. Tom for the weekend.
”Hey, Aaron,” she smiled, ”Thanks for helping. Hope it's not an inconvenience.”
”No, ma'am,” I answered, ”No problem at all.”
She told me to follow her and I did. My eyes never left her behind until she turned and asked, ”Do you think you can carry these boxes to my van?”
”Yes, ma'am,” I replied, ”Do you want them n the back or on top?”
”I guess in the back,” she answered, ”If they will all fit.”
”I can get them in there,” I announced with a confident tone.
”I like your attitude,” She said with a smile, ”When you're done, I will be in the kitchen.”
I took the boxes one by one to her van and stacked them neatly in the rear. I hurried to the kitchen to see what else needed to be done. She was bent over the deep freezer and seemed to be struggling with something so I walked closer
”Is everything ok, Mrs. Ellis?” I asked.
”Oh, Aaron,” she gasped, ”My hand is stuck behind the freezer. I can't get loose.”
”Hold on, Mrs. Ellis,” I said, ” I'll try to help.”
I tried to get in a position to help her, but the only way would involve me making physical contact. It was a tight corner and a small freezer, just for the popsicles. Hardly any room to move since every spot was occupied with some sort of money-making concession.
I slid past the popcorn machine and behind her. I tried not to make her think I was taking advantage, but when I leaned over to free her hand, I ended up pressing my fly into her ass.
”Oh,” she stuttered.
”Sorry, Mrs. Ellis,” I explained, ”It's not on purpose. There just isn't any room.”
She relaxed and shook her head, ”Aaron,” she explained, ”I didn't mean it like that. You just surprised me, that's all. And you can call me Janie, ok?”
”Ok Mrs.,” I began, ”I mean Janie. And really, it wasn't on purpose.”
”What the hell!” Janie laughed, ”Its the most sex I've had in weeks anyway.”
”Uhh,” I nervously choked.
She laughed again and said, ”Just kidding. I shouldn't have said that.”
I shook my head and laughed, ” It's ok, Mrs. I mean Janie, I'm just slow I guess.”
Slowly I freed her hand from behind the freezer. She had a red mark but nothing more than a little scratch. After inspecting her wrist and rubbing it with her other hand she smiled and said thanks.
”What else do you need me to do?” I asked.
She looked around the small room and said, ”I need to clean the grill, so if you want to empty those trash cans.”
I'm looked at the two industrial-sized cans and said, ”Sure thing.”
I started to pull the big trash bags from the can and watched as she started to scrub the big grill. ”Mrs. Ellis,” I asked, ”Can I ask a question?”
”You mean another question,” she laughed.
”Yeah, I guess,” I laughed.
”Ok,” she smiled, ”On one condition, call me Janie.”
”I'm sorry,” I smiled, ”I will from now on, but not in front of Mr. Tom and the team. Ok?”
”I guess that's a good idea,” Janie agreed, ”What did you want to know?”
”Were you really a cheerleader?” I blurted.
”Yeah,” she smiled, ”I worked for a few teams. My last team was in New Orleans when they went to the big game.”
”The Super Bowl?” I asked.
”Yep,” she answered, ”It was very exciting.”
I continued to watch as she scrubbed the big grill. It was kind of like when one of the girls in class erased the blackboard. I picked up both huge bags and tried to squeeze past her but there wasn't enough space.
I put one of the bags down and she asked, ”Am I in your way?”
She turned around and held both hands up and leaned back over the grill.
I picked up a bag and slid past her sideways, facing her. There couldn't have been more than an inch between our bodies. She saw my eyes on her and my awkward smile and grinned really big. I scooted on the past and dropped the bag at the door. There was more bag so I stepped past again and repeated the trip.
I walked the bags to the dumpster and couldn't get Janie out of my head. I returned to the small stand and replaced the bags with fresh ones. Janie was finishing up the grill and I grabbed a broom.
”What are you going to do with all those boxes?” I asked.
”I have to unload them in my garage and then I'll be done.”
”I'm free this afternoon if you need help,” I offered.
”That would be wonderful,” she said, ”Jimmy and Tom are gone for the weekend, and I have to put them in the attic.”
”Then I'm yours for the afternoon,” I announced.
”Well, I’ll have to see what else I can find for you to do,” she teased.
”Whatever you need, Janie,” I said.
We got in her van and she drove the six miles to her house. Then we formulated a plan. She would stand at the top of the fold-down ladder and I would bring the boxes to her. She would place them in the attic from there.
I was still in my sweaty tee-shirt and shorts from practice. I knew I probably stank but she didn't seem to pay attention to it. She was just happy to have help. I had relaxed a bit I guess and was becoming more used to her sense of humor. To say the least, she was not easily embarrassed.
I was pulling down the folding ladder from the garage ceiling, when I got the nerve to ask her, ”You didn't really mean that did you?”
”Mean what, Aaron?” she asked.
”You know,” I continued, ”That that was the most sex you've had in weeks.”
”I was just kidding around, Aaron,” she explained, ”But, yeah, I can't lie, I was being honest.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe that Mr. Tom wasn't hitting that every night. But he was an asshole. If I had the chance, I'd be on her every time I could.
”Mr. Tom must be crazy,” I said.
She was drinking her second glass of wine since we arrived and I guess it was having its effect. ”It happens to all men,” Janie said, ”Once they get married, it's like you flip a switch and they just forget about sex.”
”Wow,” I exclaimed, ”That's not going to happen to me.”
”Well,” she smiled, ”You're just a teenager. You're supposed to be horny all the time.”
I laughed with her as she climbed a little over halfway up the ladder. Her tight ass was just above my eye level. I was getting a pretty good view. ”I'm not horny all the time,” I said, ”Only around hot girls. And drunk women.”
She laughed and looked at me with those big eyes.” Let's get those boxes up here, big boy,” she ordered, ”We have plenty of time to talk after.”
”Yes ma'am,” I replied then started unloading boxes from her van. I had to use the bottom two rungs on the old creaky ladder to be able to hand them up to her. Her gorgeous ass was inches from my face. When she turned to take a box, and caught me looking a few times.
Only a few more boxes and we would be done. I took a step up the ladder with a small box and my eyes were fixed on her again. She turned to get the box and her left foot slipped. I had both hands on the box and both feet on the second rung, there was no way to turn. Off-balance she fell back, her ass landing on my face.
”Oh my God,” I heard her laugh, "Get your head out of my ass, Aaron.”
“Just a few more minutes, Janie, please,” I laughed.
Janie wiggled her ass then stepped back up the ladder laughing. I stepped off and retrieved the last box. After handing it up to her I watched as she stretched it over her head and into the attic. We folded the ladder into place.
“How about a Coke or something?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am,” I answered, following her through the mudroom to the kitchen, “That sounds really good.”
I watched her walk to the fridge and then to a cabinet where she took two glasses. The ice maker was under the counter by the fridge. She filled the glasses with ice and joined me at the bar.
Janie filled one glass with Coke and pushed it to me. I watched her fill her glass then set the bottle aside. She raised her glass and said, “Here’s to a job well done.”
We touched glasses and I nearly drowned the whole beverage in one gulp.
Janie poured another helping and said, “You're really thirsty.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I confirmed, “You’ve had me at it since practice.”
“I’m sorry, Aaron,” she pouted, “Why don’t you finish your drink and get a shower? You can borrow some of Jimmy’s clothes and stay the night if you want.”
I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. No way I was going to pass this up. Spending the night alone in the same house as Janie Ellis. “I’ll have to call my mom,” I answered, “But yeah, I would really appreciate it.
“You know where Jimmy’s room is,” she said, “Grab some pajamas and boxers and I’ll bring you some clean towels up in a few minutes. The bathroom is down the hall.”
I climbed the stairs and opened the door to her son’s room. A chest of drawers topped with baseball trophies. Pennants on the walls, and team pictures from the last eight years. I found myself in each photo and cringed at the goofy grins and pimpled faces of my earlier years.
I opened his top drawer and found a pair of thin pajama shorts. Another drawer and I got a tee-shirt. Upon reflection, I passed on his underwear. There was just something gross about wearing other guys' drawers.
The bathroom was just across the hall. I started the shower and undressed, piling my clothes neatly on the vanity. The water started to steam so I stepped in and closed the glass door. The shower was hot and soothing. Jimmy used the same shampoo as I did so I helped myself.
Lather and suds ran down my body as I massaged my hair. There was a soft knock on the door and I heard it creak open. “Aaron,” Janie called, “I have your towels. Don’t worry, I won’t look.”
I froze, my mind racing. I was naked and in the same room as Janie. Should I cover myself? The glass was steamy but nowhere near able to conceal my nakedness. I just stood there.
“The towels are on the vanity,” she said, “I’ve got your dirty clothes. Couldn’t you find any underwear?”
“Uh, yes ma’am,“ I stammered, “I just didn’t think, uh.”
“I understand,” she laughed, “Just checking.”
The soap continued to trail down my body and I became very aware of my cock beginning to stand out straight in front of my body. I decided then not to try and hide it.
“I’m going to wash your clothes,” Janie said, “Is there anything else you need.”
In my mind, I thought of all the things I needed from her but I just croaked out, “No ma’am, I’m good.”
I heard the door click shut and was able to breathe again. I quickly finished my shower and dried. Looking through the drawers I found a deodorant stick and a new toothbrush. After taking care of the bathroom duties, I dressed and headed down the stairs to the living room.
I soon found out that without underwear, I had to be mindful of my cock. There was supposed to be two buttons on the fly, but one was missing. Twice on the way down the stairs, I had to put it back inside the one-button shorts. I walked into the living room to find Janie sitting on the couch watching that sitcom about those six friends. I sat on the couch a few feet from her and said, “I feel much better now.”
“I bet,” she said after a sip of wine, “I think it’s my turn. Will you be ok till I get back?”
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Have a glass of wine if you like,” she offered.
“Really?” I asked.
“Sure, you worked like a man today.”
Janie walked up the stairs and out of sight. I’m a sixteen-year-old boy, so naturally, my fingers fished my cock from the opening in Jimmy’s shorts. I looked at her glass of wine, half-empty on the coffee table. There was a lipstick stain on the rim. I picked it up and pressed my lips to the stain.
The wine was bitter and dry. I took another sip. My mind picturing her in the shower as my hand gripped my hard dick. I felt the wetness of my precum coating my shaft. I could see her body, dripping wet in the shower. My body pressed to hers. My eyes closed as I stroked my throbbing dick.
My fantasy lasted for what seemed like hours, our bodies writhing against the shower wall. My balls tightened and my cum boiled in my loins. I heard her footsteps on the stairs. I sat straight up on the couch and tucked my young dick into the shorts. Sitting quietly when she walked in, I hid my bulge with my glass.
She walked in a long tee shirt. I could tell she had no bra. She dropped something on the coffee table and said, ”You're not the only one going commando tonight.”
I looked at the table to see a pair of white cotton panties. “No way,” I blurted,” You're not really.”
She looked at me with a grin and pulled her hem up a few inches. My eyes nearly popped out when her pussy came into view. So smooth and pretty. She dropped her hem as quickly as she had lifted it. “Do you believe it now?” She asked, “I didn’t want you to feel alone.”
My cock had risen under my palm. I was completely erect and throbbing. I had to remind myself to breathe. Janie had picked up the bottle of wine and was topping off her glass. “Did you have some?” She asked.
“Just a sip of yours,” I answered,
“We have beer, if you like that better.”
“That’s what I usually drink,” I lied.
“Ok then, most guys don’t like wine anyway. We have some in the mini-fridge upstairs if you want to watch TV up there,” She invited.
I followed her to the stairs and watched her walk up from a few steps behind. A bottle in one hand and her glass in the other. I tried in vain to get a glimpse up her shirt but it was too long. We walked to the last door down the hall and I was surprised that it was her bedroom.
She went to get the beer and said to have a seat. I slid onto the bed, sitting on the edge. She handed me a beer and went to the other side and laid down. She told me to get comfortable and patted the bed. I was still harder than Chinese arithmetic. I slid both legs onto the bed and leaned back on the headboard. My beer sat on my lap to conceal my cock.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and sipped her wine. The same sitcom played in a marathon and we laughed at the jokes. After the first episode was over she asked, “Another beer?”
I was only half-finished with the one I had but I handed it to her and said, “Ok.”
I watched her stretch her white legs then turn and scoot to the edge of the bed. When she stood, her tee-shirt had been pushed up her backside. I was treated to a quick glimpse of her amazing ass. She walked to the fridge in that tee shirt with a feminine sway. I watched as she bent to open the door and get the beer.
”Scoot over,” she said as she walked to my side of the bed, ”I want this side.”
I slid to the center of the bed and she scooted next to me. Handing me the beer she snuggled into my side. ”Hope you don't mind,” she teased, ”I'm a little cold.”
”No ma'am,” I answered as she snuggled close. She wrapped both hands around my right arm and pressed her knee into my leg. I felt my cock begin to respond so I held the beer over my crotch.
My heart pounded out of my chest when she rested her head on my shoulder. I could see her nipples pushing at the thin fabric of her shirt. It was all I could do to keep from cumming in Jimmy’s shorts. She had to realize what she was doing to me.
I needed a distraction. The TV was playing but who could concentrate on that? I looked around the room at Mr. Tom’s trophies and framed awards. ”Are you going to drink your beer, Aaron?” Janie asked.
”Yes, ma'am,” I answered. After a bit of hesitation, I slowly lifted the can. I hoped the slit in the shorts would do its job. There was a definite tenting as my young cock pushed at the fabric.
I quickly took several gulps and sat the beer back on my crotch.
Janie stretched with a yawn and slid her knee up my leg to mid-thigh. ”This is cozy,” she cooed, ”I'm glad you stayed.” She removed on hand from my biceps and rested it on my belly.
If my cock wasn't hard before, it was as tempered as a sword now. I took a long deep breath. Her hand was hot on my belly, just inches above my screaming sex. Her long beautiful leg drew up a little further. A mirror on the door reflected the fact that her tee shirt had ridden up, revealing her smooth ass.
It would take very little to trigger an orgasm now. My head swooned from most of two beers, but I lifted the can again, my shorts followed quickly. There was no hiding my arousal. I looked past the can of beer to see my cockhead pushing at the slit in the pants.
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