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The brisk pace of the game meant it concluded just after eight p.m. local time – an especially quick game considering the amount of commercial time the network built into the telecast.
But by the time the team contended with the media and traffic to the airport, it was close to 11 o'clock before they boarded their flight for Cleveland. There was little talking and no joking on the flight across, not because the players were despondent over their loss but because they were mostly asleep.
Brock had taken some ribbing when he boarded the plane for carrying a lined tweed overcoat. Even Meredith had given him a ration of crap for pulling out his coat with a removable liner and telling her to make sure it came with his belongings.
No one was laughing at him when the plane touched down at seven a.m. local time and the pilot announced the temperature was 41 degrees in Cleveland.
For some, such as Danys and Zack, they had never been north of Arizona from late September to early April. Danys was from the Dominican Republic and played Winter Ball there each year. Zack was from Texas and had never seen a snowflake until an early season game in Colorado.
Others, like Al (who was from New York City) and Josh (who was from North Dakota), knew what to expect. Still, they all felt a chill when they departed the plane – except for Brock, who was wearing his overcoat and leather gloves.
He was warm and stylish, he joked.
The second plane arrived four hours later and Brock was napping when Meredith came into the room at the Marriott.
"Jesus Christ," she muttered after she tipped the bellhop for helping with the luggage she carried for her and for Brock. "I thought you were joking."
The forecast called for a high temperature of 51 and overnight lows in the upper 30s.
"I got you a present," Brock informed her, gesturing to a garment bag hanging on the door. Meredith unzipped it to find a leather bomber jacket inside.
"Where did you find this?" she asked.
"Macy's," Brock replied with a shrug. "There's one down the block. I figured you'd want something warm while you're here."
Meredith looked up at him with such love in her eyes that he blushed.
"You like it?" he asked.
"I love you," she replied. "God, after the crap I gave you about bringing a coat, you should have let me freeze."
"I didn't want The Ladies to catch a chill," Brock said, referring to Meredith's nickname for her boobs.
"I tell you what, when we walked out to get the rental car, The Ladies almost drilled a hole in my bra," Meredith said. "You said cold weather gives you shrinkage. Well cold weather gave me pokies. I turned on the heater in the car on the way over. I don't know if my SUV even has a heater. I've never used it."
"I picked up a couple of sweaters for you while I was there," Brock said. "They're going to be delivered this afternoon. If you don't like them, just send them back."
"You fly through the night, get off the plane and the first thing you worry about is if I'll be warm," Meredith said, shaking her head.
"To be honest, the first thing I worried about was rubbing it in to Zack and Danys that I was warm and they were not," Brock admitted. "But the second thing I worried about was you. Let everyone know I set up a charge account over there so they can get anything they might need. Well, don't let everyone know that. I was thinking more along the lines of the ones who probably don't own warm clothing. They said game-time temperatures tomorrow might be in the 30s."
"I'll need some pants," Meredith said with a frown. She owned some lightweight pants but mostly her closet was filled with dresses, skirts and shorts. She preferred to wear those and she knew Brock liked to see her in them. It was a win-win as far as she was concerned. "I'll call Jen and have her coordinate with the others. Can they use the account in Los Angeles, too?"
"With the password," Brock replied.
"Let me write it down," Meredith said, pulling a pen and paper from a desk drawer.
Brock read off a six-digit number that meant nothing to Meredith. She doubted anyone would be able to guess it and access the account Brock had established.
"There is a $2,500 limit per customer," Brock said. "So let Mel know I'm not financing a new wardrobe for her."
"That should let everyone get some warm clothes," Meredith announced. "How much was my jacket?"
"That doesn't matter," Brock replied. He figured she would kill him for spending $500 on a coat she would wear for three days. Still, Brock knew it wouldn't be the last fall or winter trip he took with Meredith so it would be worth it. Hell, he decided, the look on her face was worth it.
Meredith lifted her eyebrows at him.
"You know I'll see your credit card statement when it comes in," she said.
"Fine," Brock replied. "The coat was $500. But it was one of the only ones I thought would look nice on you. The others were, I don't know, they weren't you."
Meredith stood in the center of the room shaking her head. Brock was about to protest that it was his money and he could spend it as he liked when she cut the thought from his head.
"That's it," she declared. "Take off your pants. I am going to show my appreciation in the only way I physically can right now."
When Brock didn't move, Meredith marched forward and pushed him backward on the bed. She was unbuckling his pants when her cell phone rang. Brock was a little disappointed when she answered.
"Sorry, I can't talk right now," she informed whoever was on the other end of the line. "Brock bought a beautiful coat for me and I'm about to go down on him to say thank you. I'll call you back in a half hour."
Brock heard laughter when Meredith pulled the phone away from her ear, turned it off and tossed it across the room. Then she went back to her business.
"Who was that?" Brock asked. Meredith had fished his penis out of his boxers and was licking it like a Popsicle. She paused briefly.
"Mandy," she replied with a shrug before her head disappeared onto Brock's lap again. She ignored his questions until he finally sat back silently and enjoyed Meredith's efforts. When she'd finished, she smiled and went to brush her teeth.
Brock was still sitting on the bed with his pants and underwear at his knees when she returned. She pushed him the rest of the way back on the bed and straddled his waist before leaning forward and kissing him solidly.
"You are seriously the best boyfriend-slash-fiancé ever," she concluded. "But I have to call Mandy back. I think she wants to take some of the other wives shopping."
Josh greeted Brock with a smile and a high five when he arrived in the lobby for the short trek to the stadium for the second media day of the Series. Brock blushed and expected an onslaught of comments but his friend said nothing more.
The media day in Cleveland was lower key than the one before the opening game in Los Angeles. This was mostly newspapers and television and radio stations that dealt solely with the Indians. There were no questions about anything but baseball.
"That's what J.C. loves about this place," Brock commented as the players boarded the bus for the five-block trip to the hotel. Brock was certain he could walk it quicker but the league insisted every visiting player be driven to the stadium.
"We're all going out to dinner tonight," Al advised him as they settled in. "I noticed that you and Meredith weren't mentioned. Do you have other plans or was it just an oversight?"
"We're going to Erie to see Chastity," Brock told them.
"Oh, that's cool," Josh replied. "I heard she was taking a season off and coaching. How's that going for her?"
"I don't really know," Brock admitted. "I had no idea she was doing it. I thought she was in Europe with the rest of the national team. I guess everything happened when I was in Arizona and I missed it."
"You guys having dinner over there?" Al wondered.
"I think we're going to a girls' soccer tournament," Brock related. "Hell, Al, I don't know. I just do what I'm told."
"At least she broke you early," Wade chimed in.
"Oh, I think Brock is in good shape," Josh told them conspiratorially. "He's got his ways to regain control."
Josh ignored the questions from the rest of the players and the guys separated as they debarked at the hotel.
"Tell Chas we said hi," Al told him. "And let her know that Faith has already told us she's going to high school in Erie if Chastity is still coaching there."
Meredith was already in the room when Brock opened the door. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white sweatshirt with the Duke logo on it and running shoes. She had laid out similar apparel for Brock to don – except his sweatshirt was gray and had no emblem.
She topped off her ensemble with her leather jacket, stopping to smell the material when she put it on.
"I had them waterproof it," Brock told her. "That will keep it from cracking if it gets wet."
"You're already getting a solid day of sex as soon as I'm back in commission," Meredith said. "What? Do you plan to shoot for a week?"
"If I can," Brock laughed as he pulled on his heavy coat and started for the door.
"Hey, one more thing," Meredith said, tossing him a baseball cap with the Buffalo Bison logo on it. The Indians had moved their Triple-A affiliate to Columbus so Brock didn't feel like a traitor.
"We're incognito," Meredith announced, pulling Brock down and kissing him solidly. Part of her had wondered if the trip was a good idea. She had pondered what might happen if Chastity elected to continue her sabbatical from playing and decided she wanted to coach near Los Angeles.
"Your butt looks really nice in those jeans," Brock whispered as they boarded the elevator.
"OK, you got your week," Meredith said with a smile.
"Can I work on 10 days?" Brock asked. He leaned over and ran his hand across Meredith's butt.
"You have to behave yourself," she warned as the doors opened and other people entered the car. When the car hit the ground floor, Brock waited until everyone was out before he pinched Meredith's butt, causing her to jump.
She was still laughing when they exited and ran into Cynthia Lu.
"Use caution while you're gone," she urged. "I did not find out about your side trip in time to scout the location."
"It's on the campus of a private school," Meredith informed her. "There are metal detectors at the stadium entrance and the school has its own security team that appears to be well-trained. I checked it out before I suggested it. Sorry, I should have let you know what we planned."
"You have done everything I would have," Cynthia said with a nod. "I know you are capable of protecting yourself and Brock, if necessary."
Meredith beamed at the praise but Brock frowned. Still, he couldn't argue with the statement. Brock insisted that he was driving across Interstate 90 to Erie. It was a relatively straight shot but the roads in Pennsylvania, if he remembered correctly, were terrible. He found out his memory was right as soon as the crossed the border. The sound in the BMW 328i that Meredith had rented changed.
"What's the noise?" Meredith wondered from the passenger seat. "I didn't notice it before."
"It's the road surface," Brock told her. "When I lived up in Ohio and New York, I always heard the Pennsylvania roads were the worst. I finally believe them."
Meredith frowned but was happy that she hadn't rented a lemon. She wanted something sporty to drive around in but she also wanted something functional. The lease on her SUV was up in December and she was shopping around for something different.
The GPS pointed them in the right direction and they saw the lights of the stadium in the distance. They paid $5 each to enter and made their way to the side where Chastity's school was sitting. There was another game going on but Meredith pointed down the way where she recognized Chastity leading a team in warm-ups.
"Good, we got here before it started," she said, glancing around at the other spectators. She was surprised at the number of students in attendance. She couldn't remember ever attending a girls' soccer game during her two years in high school.
Brock heard the triple whistle that he knew signaled the end of the game and saw the two teams meet in the middle of the pitch to shake hands. He had no idea who won or lost. When the field was empty of players, Chastity's team, wearing maroon uniforms, made their way to the middle of the field in a neat formation to loosen up some more.
Chastity made her way to the sideline, carrying a clipboard – and looking pleased. The opposing coach cut her off and shook her hand before heading back to his team. The referee and the linesmen did the same thing before she made her way to her team's bench.
"She's a rock star," Brock joked.
"She is probably the most recognizable soccer player in America," Meredith said seriously. "I would imagine there isn't a girl who plays the game who doesn't know who she is. Look at Faith. My Lord, that girl smiled for two days when Chastity kicked the ball around with her last summer. You know she put the ball away and never used it again? She made Al go out and get a glass case for it. The jersey that she got in Phoenix last year is hung on the wall of honor in Al's den – right beside his All-Star jersey and where his World Series jersey will hang. So, yeah, she's a rock star, all right."
Brock had been kidding with the comment but he could see how Meredith was right. Chastity Durant might be one of the five most famous female athletes in the United States. And she was coaching a high school girls' soccer team instead of making half a million a year to play in Germany or Italy.
Brock and Meredith watched as the game unfolded. Neither had a rooting interest, Brock had never heard of the school where Chastity coached and he certainly didn't know any of the children on her team. But he cheered along with everyone else on his side of the stadium when the girls in maroon made a good play.
He watched Chastity's reaction with one of her defenders came too far forward and set up a goal opportunity for the opposition. The goalie managed to turn away the point-blank shot but there was no help from the defense.
Chastity didn't throw her clipboard or scream at the girl who had made the mistake. She didn't substitute a new player at the next dead ball. Instead she waited for an opportunity to pull the girl aside. With a gentle arm around the player's shoulder, Chastity pointed out where the girl should have been and why she was out of position.
The player paid rapt attention – when you have the opportunity to learn from someone who had accomplished as much as Chastity Durant, you took it. And Brock realized that was what Chastity had been doing. She hadn't been coaching. She'd been teaching, not only about soccer but about responsibility.
When the lesson was over, Chastity ruffled her player's hair and sent her back out on the field.
Meredith had been watching Brock's reaction carefully and she wondered what the small smile that came across his face was about. There was no action on the field. A timeout had been called. He wondered what he was recalling from his days with Chastity that had elicited his reaction.
"Pretty cool," he said softly.
"What?" Meredith asked, not because she hadn't heard him but because she wondered what he was referring to.
"The way she handled that kid," Brock remarked. "Watch the other coach for a minute."
Meredith shifted her gaze down the row slightly (in soccer, both benches are on the same side of the field). The man was pacing like a caged lion, yelling instructions, stamping his feet when a mistake was made.
In contrast, Chastity was standing serenely on the sidelines. Periodically she would turn to her assistant coach and mention something. Other times she would turn to the players on her bench and point out something that had happened on the pitch. She didn't scream at the players on her team. If a correction needed to be made, she did it either by a substitution or during a stoppage in play.
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“Walls have ears.” You may have heard someone say that; allow me to let you in on the secret – they have eyes and ears and can sometimes see into the minds of the people and creatures who live within those walls. Not every mind, not every wall: just special ones that are open enough, working on the right wavelengths, and so manage to connect. I can’t generalise, I’m a building, I can’t go around doing surveys and interviewing other buildings to aggregate their experience. I can read, I can...
VoyeurOn the road, I cranked KSLX, the classic rock station. They were playing Stairway to Heaven. I couldn't get over how strange Lily's mom had acted. It was like she didn't care if her own daughter came to her wedding. After my father had made such a big deal over my being there. And then contradicting herself like that. It was so... then I realized. I was being set up. I pulled into the lumber yard and drove passed the enormous granite quarry. Lily had mentioned her father living at the far...
I’ve always just been an average girl. All through high school and all through college. I married an average guy who was successful in middle management and we lived in an average house in a good neighborhood. We were both working, paying the mortgage and saving some money. Like everything else about me, my body was just average. My tits were a handful, but no more. I was “tight” enough for my husband and he was big enough for me. All of this changed three years ago on Christmas, but I...
When I heard from a friend that my mother-in-law Grace had called me a dumb blond bimbo who wasn't good enough for her son, I was furious. Her son had been my slave since marriage and we had kept it a secret from everyone but my mother Linda who walked in one day and saw what was going on. To my surprise, she enjoyed it and wanted to join in. Now Paul my husband serves as my slave and hers. But today was revenge time on that bitch mother of his.When Paul came home and appeared before me nude...
Hello all, this is Avi from Mumbai. This is a continuation of the last part of my story with my sali Anki. During my last visit to Delhi, I and Anki broke a barrier between us and started discussing Sex, Porn and Masturbation. This continued after I came back to Mumbai and chatted over the phone. In this part, I will share how we had sex and started on a journey that has lasted till now. So, let’s start with the story. The next week, I was on the train to Delhi. Usually, I used to travel by...
IncestThe moon shone in through the window by my side. I was in bed, in my room, sleeping with my naked nineteen-year-old body tucked under my cozy and warm blankets. It was the middle of the night. I do wake up at night often, that was no big surprise to me. But where did the light come from? I knelt up to look out the window, but there were no police cars passing by. Lots of snow covered everything, but this was residual snow from the day before; right now the sky was fully clear, not a single...
I never liked plain vanilla ice cream, or chocolate for the record.Take me to the Caribbean with a few scoops of creamy coconut, crunchy frozen chocolate bits, chewy candied pineapple chunks, I’ll sprinkle spiced rum and squirt cream on it, then we’re talking.Garnish my summer evening with strawberry ice cream, made of fresh strawberries with the tiny seeds and juicy fruit-flesh, dark chocolate chunks, swimming in a coupe of prosecco. Or pure innocent vanilla with fresh mint and roughly chopped...
BDSMI was 16 going on 17 and I had only had sex with one female in my lifetime, I wanted more that all I knew I craved it but I had to show some sort of self control. It was my second year of high school and with every girl that passed all I could think of was what I would do to them. I felt like I was going crazy I started to hear the voices talk in my head telling me to just do it and ask one of them if they would sleep with you but I was too shy. Then I saw her she was a new girl at school she...
I came home Friday evening after a wild day at my office. I needed a good relaxing moment and a good fucking session with Anita…But after dinner, at bed, she kissed me and admitted her cunt was very sore after fucking three black men during the afternoon.I asked her to fuck her tight asshole; but Anita smiled with an evil grin, saying that her rosebud was not so tight right now…But she finally let me to eat her well used and abused pussy. She was right for sure; I saw her rear entrance was...
After a great night of sleep, I awoke Saturday morning thinking of spending the day making love to Al.After coffee, I drew a nice hot bath and proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes getting clean and smooth. After drying off I applied liberal amounts of a lavender-scented lotion to keep me soft and smelling nice. I also made sure that my feet were quite soft as well, since that seemed to be his favorite place to start.While I was deciding what to wear, I called Al to see if he had any plans...
CrossdressingEven the most populous cities can seem repetitive when all the streets are empty, namely when you’re driving around the outskirts of such a city for a prolonged amount of time. Matt began to notice how the road seemed to repeat itself before Nick did, but he didn’t want to mention anything. Nick had become more and more excitable as time wore on, and he could understand why despite the fact that he was a jaded suburbian police officer. Matt had been on the force for a while, and he’d seen...
I woke up at four-thirty with a tear trickling from my eye. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I love you still, Rhonda. Rose kissed the tear and whispered, "I know, love." She held me tightly and we went back to sleep. Did I say that out loud? Seven naked girls served Rose and me breakfast in bed. We were surrounded by love. Each of our girlfriends stretched out beside us and kissed us. I took one last opportunity to fondle Cassie and hear her sigh before she gave way to Nicki....
Her eyes had been crusted shut when she woke up, sending her into a brief panic, but she relaxed when she realized she was in her own bed. Awake. What the fuck was that? Her heart was thundering away in her chest. She began picking particulate out of the corners of her eyes. Fuck. With a week like this it’s better that I don’t remember. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. The motion triggered a further realization. What. I’m ... Why am I wet? She reached down, trying to assess the...
Two days later, rather more quickly than I would have if I'd sat down and thought about it, I decided to test the waters. It's possible that, because I'd been resisting the urge to masturbate under my covers on the couch, that my hormone levels were a little out of whack. In any case, it was on the spur of the moment when, as she was bending over to pick up something, I reached out and casually slapped the skin tight denim covering the right side of her gluteus maximus. I may have slapped...
The forest was dark and creepy too. The sun was nearly gone, staining the milky blue sky with swaths of pumpkin orange. Kyra felt pinecones crunch under her feet, the last rays of the sun stung her eyes. Was this the right way she asked herself? Alexis had clearly gave directions to the secret sleepover in a text: take 1st walking trail S of gas stat and follow path until you cum to lake & take trail up the hill to Sexy Secret Sleepover the cottage. Kyra stood still in the middle...
Bev was anxious for the night as she was going to party with the girls in her secret sorority. It would be her first party with them. When she arrived they took her to the party room and told her she would be the guest of honor but they had to blindfold her. With the blindfold in place they then began to strip her naked. She was then placed in a chair with no arms and her hands were tied behind her. Then they spread her legs and tied them to the legs of the chair. The leader told her "Tonight...
She felt the smooth wood stroke across her face as I let her know my weapon of choice. Her head tipped back to feel it touch her warm skin. She wiggled her ass, impatiently. She wanted more. I shook my head, almost disbelieving, knowing that this little slut was never going to be happy until she couldn’t walk any more. I pulled my arm right back and swiped the stick across her red, welting skin. Just in time to see, my classroom door opened. A head peeked around the door as the ruler connected...
The discussion around the dinner table in a large and very busy upper-class restaurant took a dangerous turn. Someone mentioned that she was recently part of a threesome with two men, something I had never experienced before. My boyfriend, Jack, who wasn’t there because he and his mates went to a pub, said he never wanted to share me with anybody. I was his alone. He was the jealous type.Next to me sat two strangers, friends of my best friend, Jill. Blondie on my left, had his hand on my thigh...
Group SexChapter 1 This all started the day I was leaving school to walk home and passed the middle school right next to my high school; there was Sara, my best friend Mike's girlfriend, standing waiting for her mother to pick her up. I said hello and she just sniffled and mumbled something, then wrote her phone number of a piece of paper and said for me to call her later. I'd almost forgotten it when, about five o'clock, I saw the note sitting on my bed. So, I called the number and she answered,...
The Reason I Am A Slut, Why I Love It, And Why I Am Proud To Be A Whore by, Tryce D Ankrom As of 3/15/2012 @ 3:10 am I am becomming a full time slut and whore, with the sole intent of being sexually abused and taken advantage of by as many willing people as possible to be displayed for all to see, enjoy and lust for themselves; and the reason why is because of a personal experience that became a full blown erotic, risky lifestyle and temptation that overwhelmed my soul in just the events of the...
The sound of someone stubbing their toe and making a small noise of pain brought Jason out of a deep sleep. He rubbed at his eyes and looked at his surroundings in confusion for a moment - it took him a second to realise that the unfamiliar room he was in was in fact his teacher’s bedroom. His searching eyes found the naked form of the woman in question as she looked over at him apologetically from the foot of the bed. “Sorry, Jason.” Karla murmured in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to wake...
Debuting for you today in the first scene of Private Gold, College Harlots, is the saucy Latina star Esperanza del Horno, she brings her sexy curves to Private with a point to prove and she sure does deliver! An aspiring student Esperanza will do anything and anyone to get the best grades, starting with college employees Rico Simmons and Clarke Kent in a hardcore threesome with her first DP. Esperanza gives a great sloppy blowjob and really knows how to put that big ass to work, bending over,...
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